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voiceoffenrisulfr · 2 months

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On The Tide - Chapter Six

Things are tense after the accidental kiss, and Lieutenant Tyne learns more about his newest recruit. Prompts met; - ‘Youthful Freckles’ - @multifandom-flash (Dozen); - “I Don’t Know What to Do.” - @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); - ‘Déjà Vu’ – Multifandom Flash (Beehive); - ‘Still Smells Like Them’ – Bug’s First Bingo (@unfortunate-beetle-and-friends; - ‘Painting a Scenery’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo); - ‘Found Family’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo.

CW: Mentions of homophobia and criminalisation of homosexuality, vague references to theoretical SA. Banner by Win! <3

Boards at the bottom. Check the chapter out below, or on AO3 here!

My eyes fluttered open to chocolate gaze peering at me, examining my features with intense curiosity and making me blush.

“What?” I murmured, burying my face in the pillow shyly. He snorted gently as I glanced at him, his expression unusually vulnerable in his sleepiness.

“I like your freckles,” he whispered, seemingly as reluctant as I to break the hushed reverence of the moment. “They make you look younger. Less… World-weary.”

Scoffing quietly, I felt my cheeks flame under his gaze. “They make me look younger, definitely…” I agreed, shrugging. “I kinda hate it.” His eyebrow arched curiously, inviting me to continue, and I shrugged again. “They make me look about twelve.”

With a soft smile, he reached out, skimming the pad of his thumb feather-light over my heated skin. “They make you look cute. Well… Even cuter.”

I grinned shyly, all but squirming at the compliment and his rapturous touch – but the warmth fizzing in my veins faded quickly when he drew away, clearing his throat. “Anyway, I, uh- I apologise for the imposition. It’s just that- well, I mean… I was worried. Secondary drowning, you know,” he added quickly as he got to his feet, adjusting his sleep-rumpled clothes. “You needed supervising. Figured I was likely a more comfortable bet than most of that lot.” He jerked his head toward the cabin door with an uncomfortable smile, and I nodded mutely, once again stunned to silence by the speed of his emotional changeability. “I should, uh…” Another head-jerk, and he blew from the room, leaving me confused between his bedsheets, touching a finger to the still-warm spot on my cheek.

I’d lain in his bed a little while longer before I felt ready to face the day – or as ready as I could’ve, at least. Between my embarrassment at his sudden departure, and the deep ache in my chest from coughing up seawater after my impromptu dip, it was a struggle to force myself to rise from the sheets, imbued with the scent of man and salt as they were.

But nonetheless, I headed out to face the day – albeit reluctantly – face flaming as half a dozen pairs of eyes turned to me the second I stepped on deck.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead!” Neri called from overhead, scrambling down the shroud with a broad grin on her face. I flushed deeply, rubbing a hand over my face as she landed before me, wincing in apology.

“You should have woken me,” I murmured, grimacing. “I had no idea it was so late-”

She shook her head quickly, still smiling with ill-disguised glee. “We weren’t allowed. I asked the Captain if he wanted me to get you up a little before midday, and he all but bit my head off at the suggestion. Said you needed your sleep.” Her eyebrows wriggled pointedly, and I let out a humourless laugh.

“No. Nothing like that,” I attested, shaking my head right along with her. “More like… Déjà vu.” She cocked her head curiously, leaning against the bulwark, and I sighed as I rested beside her. “I… I get this impression, every now and then, that maybe he… Likes me, or something.” She grinned and opened her mouth to respond, but I raised a hand quickly. “No, no. It’s weird. I don’t know what to do… Every time we start getting close, he all but runs away from me. I’ve no clue what I’m doing wrong – if it's me, or something I’ve done, or just his own problem, or…”

Her joyful beam faded to a sympathetic smile, and she shook her head. “It’s not you,” she reassured me, resting a hand on my forearm tenderly. “He sailed under a pretty traditional Captain in the Navy.” My confusion must have been evident on my face, because she sighed quietly, turning to gaze out at the ocean. “It wasn’t so long ago that Royal Navy sailors were hanged for being gay. And far more recently, it was still a crime. And the guy in charge of Lieutenant Tyne back when he first joined… Well, he was very vocal about the opinion that it should still be a hangable offence.”

I flinched sympathetically, staring absently out over the water. “I… Didn’t know that.”

She shrugged minutely, sighing. “He doesn’t talk about it often. It… Kinda screwed up relationships for him. But just give him time, okay? I’m pretty certain he likes you. He just… Needs a little patience.”

I nodded once, my uncertain sadness and irritation at the emotional whiplash I’d been experience fading into a profound guilt. “Of course. I definitely understand. That sounds… I can’t imagine what it would’ve been like for him, being trapped on a ship with that guy.” My head turned automatically to seek him out, stood at the wheel engaged in deep discussion with one of his crew. I couldn’t help but track the sharp cut of his jaw and the curve of muscle along his shoulders, sighing softly to myself. “No wonder he left the Navy.”

“Oh – he didn’t leave because of that,” she offered. “There was- well, it’s not my place to tell you his history. But… Yeah, he was already on a different ship by the time he left, but the damage had been done, I guess.”

“Yeah…” I watched him curiously, head tipped. “… I wonder if that’s why he’s a Captain now. Can’t have anyone force their opinions on him.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “I certainly don’t think anyone could do that now. We might be a family around here, but… He doesn’t suffer fools lightly.”

Snorting, I nodded, pushing myself away from the wood with a fond smile. “I know. He tore me a new one for jumping in the sea after him, remember?”

With an affectionate eye roll, she stood upright, stretching her arms high with a sigh. “Right. Enough of the socialising. You’ve had rest enough this morning, time to put you to work!”

By the time the sun had set, I was leaning against the bulwark once more, revelling in the empty deck and the clear sky. My notebook was resting on the wood before me, pencil moving ideally, my gaze flicking from the page to the stars carving a crevice of blues and greens into the darkness.

“They’re always so beautiful at sea. The stars, I mean.”

I started at the quiet voice behind me, snapping around in shock. “I- Captain Tyne. I didn’t hear you- didn’t know you were there…”

He came up beside me, leaning his forearms on the wood, peering curiously at the notebook now pressed to my chest protectively. “What’s that?”

I blushed deeply, tightening my fingers around the leather-bound book. “Nothing interesting. Just… Sketches, I guess.” His eyebrow arched, and he turned to face me a little more fully.

“You never quite struck me as the artsy type.”

“I had this… Friend, growing up. We actually served in the army together. It was more his thing than mine, but… I dabble,” I admitted sheepishly. “He was a real talent, though.”

“Was?” he pressed softly, and I nodded, eyes lowering. “…Ah.”

“It helps me to feel close to him,” I explained quietly, shrugging a little. “He… He applied so many times to join up. Got 4F’d at every single one. But then some idiot let him get away with it, despite weighing in at about 90lbs soaking wet and barely able to walk more than ten paces without wheezing…” I winced as I remembered the fierce determination on his face, his adamant refusal to give up no matter how many times he was rejected. “It’s why I signed up. I had to try and keep him safe; he was like a brother to me. Guess I failed.” I shrugged again, and he paused only momentarily before reaching out to rest a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“It’s not your fault,” he affirmed tenderly, my gaze flitting to his with a weak smile.

“I know that, really. There was only so much I could do. But… I still can’t help but feel like I should have done more, you know? Told someone he shouldn’t be there – that he’d lied on his forms and some dumbass didn’t call him on it. He’d have been in a ton of trouble, but at least he’d have survived…” I frowned, and he offered me a tentative grin.

“Sounds like he’d have found a way to get involved no matter what you did. You did your best, soldier. I’m sure he appreciated it.” I nodded once, sighing again, and his eyes shifted briefly to the book I still held tightly. “… Can I see?”

With a half-dramatic sigh of resignation, I turned the paper toward him, and he leant closer. I watched the starlight reflected on the water sparkle in his gaze as he examined my work, trailing along the distinctive, infamous stripe that dominated the page in an explosion of colour. “… Huh.”

“It’s hard to work out here,” I defended quickly, cheeks flaming as I went to pull the page back. “It’s not like there’s a great deal of light, and I’m working with largely negative space, and I-”

He caught my wrist, shaking his head softly without looking up. “No- it’s… It’s incredible. You’re incredible.” I blushed even deeper, and he glanced to me at last, irises shining a burnt sienna in the refracted illumination of stars. My heart stuttered minutely as he moved closer, leaving me silent when his body pressed the notebook between us as he leant in to skim his lips over mine.

But then, as usual, he was gone, stepping back with a hand through his hair. “Sorry- I should… I should g-”

“You don’t have to do that,” I interrupted quietly, looking down. “I get it, you know? Neri told me about your old Captain – the asshole one. But things aren’t like that anymore, and you answer to nobody. You don’t have to fear the court of public opinion out here, Greg. Not on your own ship.”

He paused in surprise, and I could see his head cock curiously. “… Neri told you about my CO? Why?”

“Because she thought something was… Going on, between us, and was incredibly surprised when I corrected her. I told her I didn’t know what to do about all the mixed signals,” I admitted. He winced visibly, and a pang of guilt tugged at my chest. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything, should I? It’s not my place to-”

“It took me a long time to work through the shit that guy put me through.” His voice was quiet but clear when he interjected, laden with an old, tired anger. “I had a lot of shame by the time I got away from him. But… I’m over it. Like you said – times have changed, and this isn’t the Navy.” He moved infinitesimally nearer, drawing my eye once more, and offered me a thin smile. “But it’s not the opinions of a prehistoric homophobe that drives me away, Winter.”

“Then what is it?” I pressed quietly, the scars at my shoulder and chest burning pointedly. “… Is it- are you… Is it because of my arm? Or the… Way I am?”

He laughed shortly, but grew quickly silent when I set my jaw, an eyebrow arching in surprise. “How could it be you? Clearly, no matter how hard I try, I can’t keep myself away from you, Sergeant.” I blushed, and he smiled softly. “No… I’m your Captain. It’s an abuse of power for me to have an interest in you. I wouldn’t want you to feel like you were obligated, or like I expected…” He grimaced, and I blinked in surprise.

“… That’s what’s had you running away from me?” I pressed, and his cheeks pinkened minutely in the dim light.

“Well… Yeah.”

I snorted, moving a little closer, heart thrumming eagerly in my chest. “Lieutenant Tyne, I have never in any way felt like it was anything but entirely my choice to kiss you. There was no doubt in my mind that if I’d told you not to, you wouldn’t have. It’s sweet that you worry about that, but entirely unnecessary. I know I’m not obligated, or expected, or-”

My words were abruptly cut off as his mouth met mine, hands grasping my face as he kissed me. There was no soft, hesitant brushes here, and I whined quietly when my body was pressed to the wood, pinned against his, his own enthusiasm prevalent against my hip.

By the time he drew back to breathe, I was all but squirming against him, back arching to press myself closer needily, panting quietly. “I, uh… I-I’ve been pretty eager to do that for a while…” he murmured, smiling softly. I blushed and grinned, one arm coming up to pull him closer by the back of his neck gently.

“Well then, by all means, sailor…”

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hollybee8917 · 1 month

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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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

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.

#steve rogers #original character #original female character #tony stark #wanda maximoff #bucky barnes #peggy carter #original male character #clint barton #natasha romanoff #captain america #sam wilson #pietro maximoff #king!Steve Rogers #King!Tony Stark #Knight!Bucky #steve rogers x oc

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littlemochix17 · 3 months

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Avengers

Tony stark

Steve Rogers

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Vision

Clint Barton

Pietro Maximoff

Male Wanda Maximoff

Male Natasha Romanoff

Male Pepper Potts

Villains

Bucky Barnes

Loki Laufeyson

Spider-Man

Tom Holland

Tobey Maguire

Andrew Garfield

Miles Morales

Abnormal

Miguel O'hara

Peter B Parker

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

Miles Morales (Earth 42)

Male Gwen Stacy (Ghost-Spider)

Male Mary jane Watson

Male Michelle Jones Watson

Male Gwen Stacy

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beanswritingcorner · 4 months

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Be Careful, It's My Heart

Natasha Romonav x Original Male Character

Hello, this is my first post on this blog and of course, it's a Natasha Romanov one. I’m not too sure how the formatting works on here so my apologies if anything seems off. In that case, this story involves my oc that is steves younger brother :) This is based on the song Be Careful, It’s My Heart by Frank Sinatra

“Hey, are you ready for tonight?” a certain captain asks.

The man grumbles, “No, not all,” he pans.

Steve chuckles,” Stop being so dramatic Gene.”

Eugene sighs, he can’t even fathom why he agreed to sing tonight at Tony’s stupid party. He’s normally not that shy, maybe a little awkward at first but he usually quells that after a few moments. But singing in front of everyone! That’s just something he’s never done before, only in the comfort of his own home or room.

Eugene looks at his brother, “I just don’t know why you volunteered me for this (why does Steve suddenly hate him)?”

“I volunteered you because you're an amazing singer and so you could use this as an opportunity to woo a certain redhead,” he says teasingly.

Eugene blushes, “I don’t know Stevie, she doesn’t even like me! And besides wouldn’t it be weird for me to sing about her in front of everyone and then she rejects me.”

“That's why you don’t even reveal who you’re singing about,” he nods knowingly, “She’ll know it's about her and then she’ll come and talk to you.”

The younger brother rubs his hand nervously around his chest, “How do you know?”

Steve smiles, “I just know.”

“I hate when you do that,” Eugene grumbles, “I’m telling Bucky about this!”

The older blonde panics, “NO! Anything but that, come on Gene, please?”

Eugene starts running to Bucky’s room, “I’m telling!”

Steve starts chasing him and while the chase is taking place they run right past Natasha and Wanda.

Nat tries to say hello but they run right past her saying, “Sorry!”

“What’s got them in a rush?” Nat asks a certain witch.

Wanda laughs, “You don't even want to know (Wanda hopes Steve put enough courage in Eugene so he could confess to Nat).

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James is fixing up his suit (why did Steve make him wear this?) when a knock is at his door.

He yells, “Come in!”

Eugene makes his way towards Bucky.

He sits by him, “I don’t know how I’m gonna do this Buck.”

James huffs, “It’s simple, you just do it, kid, now stop being a wuss, and let's go out there.”

Eugene rolls his eyes, “You just want to get this over with so you can take your suit off.”

James pats his face, “You know me so well.” He looks at Steve’s little brother who's gone through so much, “You got this Gene, I know it's scary to put yourself out there but if you just saw the way Nat looks at you, you wouldn’t be afraid,” he finishes with a smile.

The blonde nods, “Thank you, Buck.”

“Anytime, now let's get this show on the road.”

By the time they get to the party, it's already started and Steve’s waving over to them.

They go over to them and to Eugene’s surprise Nat’s sitting with him and he’s in awe. She’s gorgeous with her black satin dress that hugs her body beautifully. Her fiery red hair makes her stand out, and her perfect red lipstick that goes with it. Of course, her green eyes are staring at him like he’s the only thing in this world that she can see.

He loves her eyes, almost as much as he loves her.

He snaps out of it when Nat starts speaking to him, “Hey Gene, glad you could make it,” she says while smiling softly at him.

He nods and goes to sit next to her, “Yeah I sort of have to be here tonight.”

She looks at him questioningly, “Why is that?”

“You don’t know,” (he would’ve thought with Tony’s big mouth everyone knew) “Well I have to si—,” he was cut off by Steve who put a hand over his mouth.

He tries to speak but Steve won’t let him, “Hey Nat don’t listen to him, he's just a bit cranky,” they all look over at Eugene who is staring daggers at his older brother.

Right when Steve put his hand down Tony came over, “Eugene! The man of the hour! Are you ready?”

He hesitantly nods and Nat and everyone besides James and Steve are also in the dark.

Tony yanks Eugene out of his seat, “Excellent! Let's get this show on the road!”

While Tony’s pulling him away he yells, “HELP ME!” to his brothers and friends (they did not help him).

While the band is setting up Eugene is just in his head going over if he can do this. His heart is telling him to stop being a coward and to just sing this song to finally tell Nat of his feelings. However, his brain is telling him it's a terrible idea and he’s going to get heartbroken.

Right when he’s about to call this whole thing off a hand touches his shoulder, “Don’t quit now Gene,” Wanda tells him, “You got this.”

He shakes his head, “ I don’t know Wands why would she want me, I'm not all that special.”

“Gene you can’t read minds as I can and stop with the self-deprecating talk,” she scolds, “You’re a literal super soldier with a heart of gold, what's not to love?”

She hugs her friend, “It's time to finally show her, and sing how you feel.”

Eugene processes for a few moments before nodding, “I will, I’m gonna sing to a woman and hope she loves me too.”

“I’m glad,” she says while the band lets them know that they're done setting up.

Tony comes up to them, “It's time Gene, you ready?”

Eugene looks at Wanda and she nods to him, he’s ready, he has to be.

He gives him a thumbs up and Tony says, “Great!,” while leading him to the front stage.

When they get there Eugene realizes just how many people are there but more importantly how he instantly found Nat staring at him. He waves at her like an idiot, she chuckles but waves back (he calls that a success).

All of a sudden Tony’s voice could be heard throughout the party, “Hello everyone! Are you ready to get this party started!” People yell and cheer (sounds like some already let the alcohol get to them).

Tony laughs, “I like the sound of that but before that, I have a very special guest singing for our entertainment!” He looks at Eugene and waves him over, “Everyone! Welcome Sentinel aka Eugene Phillip Rogers aka little Rogers!”

Steve and Bucky make the most noise but Eugene also notices how Nat cheered for him (god he was such a goner).

Tony gives him the mic and whispers, “Good luck, I’m gonna get started on relaxing,” he gives Eugene a pat on the back while walking off stage.

He’s freaking out, Tony just left him to the vultures, the bastard.

He’s just gotta do it like Bucky said.

He doesn’t say anything, he just signals the band that he’s ready, and the lights dim and the conversations start to end.

Eugene takes a deep breath and looks towards his big brother, who mouths, ‘You got this.’

The music starts and it is now or never. He looks at Nat one last time and sees her green eyes and that's all he needs to know that he has to do this now or else he’ll never do it.

Now or never.

Be careful,

All eyes are on him but he can’t seem to care. He’s putting his all into this.

it's my heart

He won’t look at Natasha at all until it's over, so just in case her reaction is bad he won’t die on stage.

It's not my watch you're holding, it's my heart

It's not the note that I sent you that you quickly burned

It's not a book I lent you that you never returned

Remember,

He knew he had to pick this song. It represents what he feels, shows how his heart is fragile and out there but also how his heart is hers. She could make or break him and whichever she chose he would just say thank you.

Thank you for even allowing him to love her.

it's my heart

His heart beats so strongly for her. He remembers the first time they ever started actively trusting one another (they both have trust issues) and how natural their relationship came, like they’ve known each other since birth.

This heart with which so willingly I part

They’re both from completely different times yet, they fit so well together. He just hopes she feels the same. Or else he might just want to go back to the frozen box that kept him so cold. At least it will numb his feelings.

It's yours to take, to keep or break

But please, before you start

He hopes she feels just how much of himself he just showed her. How much he exposed his tender heart.

Be careful, it's my heart

Please be careful.

When the music comes to a stop it's silent for a moment and then all he can hear is thunderous claps and yelling, whistling, and cheering.

He can’t believe he did it.

He confessed, and he hoped Nat knew that the song was about her. He doesn’t want to look in case that turns out to not be the case.

The blonde heads off stage and out of the party passing people who are cheering him on.

He just needs to get to his room so he can relax and watch some old sitcoms that Wanda got him into.

He’s so focused on trying not to freak out that he doesn’t notice a certain redhead catching up to him and trying to get his attention.

Right as he’s about to turn a corner Natasha grabs him, “Why are you running?” She says while slightly out of breath.

He didn’t even realize he was running, “Oh, I don’t know,” he nervously rubs his chest, “Why aren't you at the party?”

Nat shakes her head, “Why would I be at the party when you aren’t there?”

She looked Eugene in his eyes, “Why would I still be there when the man that just sang to me left?”

Eugene gasps, “You know?”

She nods, “Of course I know. You love that song, you told me it reminded you of me, (how did they not know right then in there that they had the hots for each other)” She got even closer to him.

“I do love that song,” he leans his head towards hers, “It showed how I feel about you.”

Natasha gulped, “And how do you feel about me, Gene?”

It's now or never, whether Natasha feels the same way about him is irrelevant he just wants to get this off his chest and tell her how he feels.

“I love you, Natasha,” he whispered her name, “My heart beats for yours.”

He said it.

Finally, after all this time he told the love of his life that he loves her.

She’s smiling, “I love how you always end up being poetic, “ she says while making him lean down so she can wrap her arms around his neck.

They’re so close now. Natasha can feel how nervous and scared he is, she doesn’t want him to feel like this, “I think it's obvious but I love you too, Eugene.”

He smiles so brightly that it makes Natasha feel warm (she loves when he smiles).

Eugene wraps his arms around Natasha and embraces her. They stay like that for a few minutes just enjoying the warmth of each other.

However, they both want a little more, and being the gentleman that he is, Eugene asks, “May I kiss you, Natasha?”

She chuckles, “You don’t even have to ask but I’m still thankful you did,” she pulls him towards her and presses her lips against his.

It was worth the wait, that they could both agree on.

Eugene gently tugs her so they're both directly against each other and Natasha just keeps lovingly kissing him.

They both put their hands in each other's hair and just melt into one another.

She goes to take a breath but he chases her lips and kisses her again. They’re both content with doing this forever, but they’re both private people and don’t want anyone interrupting them.

So they both sadly stop kissing but they're still holding on to one another, “Let's go somewhere more private,” the redhead doesn’t ask but states.

He nods like an eager puppy, Natasha laughs, “Let's go to my room.”

She grabs onto his hands and puts one to cup her cheek, “I promise to be careful with your heart,” she says lovingly (she knows how brave he was to sing that song in front of everyone, especially in front of her).

The blonde kisses her again, “And I promise to be careful with your heart (he wants to say even more but this isn’t the place to do it).”

They’re both smiling messes and Natasha gets the smart idea to challenge him, “Race you to my room! Last one there has to be the one to help Tony back to his room tomorrow! (they both know whoever has to deal with Tony tomorrow will have to deal with him acting like a baby the entire day).”

He grins, “Deal!” He starts booking it.

Natasha chases after him, “Hey! That's cheating!”

While they're running to her room they pass Steve, Bucky, and Wanda.

The three all laugh and start cheering amongst themselves.

“Finally!” Wanda exclaimed.

Bucky and Steve both agree.

However, Bucky shivers, “It's great and all but now we’ll have to deal with them acting on the heart eyes they always send each other.”

Steve and Wanda both groan, they didn’t think of that.

But they all don’t mind, the two of them deserve all the happiness that they can bring each other.

After all, Eugene was brave to show his heart, and Natasha was brave to accept it and in return, showing hers as well.

They’ll both be careful of each other's hearts because to them it's the most important thing in the world.

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sgtrudes · 2 months

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I made a Marvel oc recently, lol. His face claim is Tyler Hoechlin (I mainly use his character Derek Hale from Teen Wolf). Harris Logan, codenamed Agent Stryker. I've made an Instagram rp account of him, @agntstrykr on Instagram. I also made some "AUs" of him with other Marvel characters lol. Shipped him with Natasha Romanoff.

#marvel oc #original character #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#agents of shield oc #tyler hoechlin #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x oc #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #male oc #male character

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loverforfanfiction · 2 years

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Revenge or tell me you love me-tom hiddleston

[Play the song while reading wait till the song start]

"I've dug two Graves my dear can't pretend I was perfect leaving you in fear" or "oh tell me you love me I need someone on days like this I do on days like this"

Yours and Tom's breakup was mutual you guys both thought it would be for the better but it really wasn't

You have been regretting it since day 3 and you knew tom was to stubborn to say he missed you and so were you

But you decided to put your pride aside for this one

*my ex* ring ring ring

Y/n:it's been a little while since I last heard your voice it would be nice to hear it ..... ok im just gonna say it I miss you tom I miss your hugs and kisses ... I'm sorry I'm so f**** sorry baby pls just respond when you can.. I love you

Tom's pov

[He heard your call]

*my love*ring ring

Yes?

I love you too and I miss you im sorry

Y/n:it's ok.... but we need to take it slow this time baby

I'll wait id wait 20 years for you just to be with you

(Knock at the door)

Who is it!!

[Opens door]

Imagine your gender and race

Y/n:"Even if it takes 20 years"

#Spotify #avengers x fem!reader #avengers x black!reader #avengers x male reader #avengers x plus size reader #bucky x plus size reader #loki x reader #marvel x black!reader #tom hiddleston x original female character #tom hiddelston loki #tom hiddleston #loki x female reader #loki imagine #loki x black!reader #marvel x teen!reader #marvel x reader #marvel fic #marvel x gender neutral reader

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magicalcrystalsproject · 2 years

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💘OneShot the Ball (English version not revised!)💘

Hello guys!! This is a OneShot of My AU!! Hope you like this OneShot!! I made it based on some events from my Magical Crystals planning! Well this OneShot has a little connection with the original fic! It just portrays a random event!!

I posted the original Portuguese version a while ago here on tumblr!! posted this english version on devianart click here and go to devianart i will use it more often than tumblr!

⚠️CRINGE ALERT ALERT⚠️

That night there was a dance in celebration of autumn, everything was well decorated, lively music and various gossips were being brought up to date! Lisa was sitting on the stairs just watching the movement and thinking like a

Castle could be so crowded at just one little autumn dance!

— Is the little Princess accompanied?

'Not as far as I know!' But I think he's late getting ready upstairs!

-Wow!? It was only 17 minutes! You're about 30 and I don't say anything!

"That's why I like you!"

"Come on, let's dance!"

The ballroom was full and very busy, the music was loud and soft and with calm melodies! Loki pulled Lisa close to him and put his hand around her waist. Lisa gently brings a hand to her chest and rests her face on his chest, and he rests his chin on Lisa's head. And they began to move rhythmically to the sound the music played. On the other side of the room Thor was getting drunk next to Juliet who was also getting drunk, both were laughing like fools telling jokes without feeling any with bad slang jokes. Emily walked away disgusted, she couldn't stand to hear ridiculous jokes and feel the taste of breath on her face!

That was totally unnecessary. After so much dancing Lisa was practically tired and so she was heading straight to the royal garden while Loki tried to be superior to Heidmall. Lisa heard someone scream as she turned it was Loki calling her!

— WAIT IT! Please don't leave me here alone!

— Of course I didn't think you were busy, come here then!

“I don't like being away from you and you know it!

— I know, worse than I know, you sweetie!

Lisa and Loki ran out into the garden. That garden was of great beauty (actually it was a garden of a fairy kingdom!) It had an organic layout, it had several species of plants and some animals, with a water source and also with a small stream, there were several statues , stairs covered with flowers and finally it smelled really good (a similar smell to Lisa since she was the Fairy of Nature!) Lisa went to the little stream, took off her shoes, sat down and put her feet in the water and , Loki did the same! Lisa rested her head on Loki's shoulder and they watched the couple of swans.

"I always thought this lake was the real Swan Lake!"

"And why did you always think so?"

Because besides having a Beautiful Princess, there are swans in this lake!

"You're such a cutie hi hi!"

"We're not in there anymore, do you want to dance?"

-Of course I want to!

Loki pressed his body against Lisa's Even though the music was fast, we were dancing slowly in the middle of the Garden, surrounded by plants and some nocturnal animals. Soon they were dancing towards the stream and slowly getting wet, accelerating the rhythm and making circular movements with their hands, they closed their eyes and were ready to kiss until a red-haired and very inconvenient creature appeared:

-Lisa, your mothers asked about you and I said you were here! Would you mind if I mess up dating after getting dumped 4 times in one night for being underage?

— OH MY GOD IN HEAVEN OLIVIA YOU ARE THE MOST INCONVENIENT CREATURE IN THE UNIVERSE YOU TAKEN AWAY FOR THAT BULLSHIT!

— Shut up Horny! I'm talking to my cousin not you!

Lisa rolls her eyes and snorts

— Olivia, I suppose you could go to the salon Nê?

— I don't want not I want to stay with you if you want I call Juliet and Thor they are drunk they won't do anything more right?

-OK!? stay here brat!

— Lisa The horned one here called me Brat!

-The more you are! Go talk to Heidmall he loves to talk!

-Really Loki? Or are you lying as usual?

-No I'm not going there he loves to hear others talk especially with you!

-OK! good then bye Lisa you cute who is dating a sucker hehe!

-Loki you got heavy!

-Do you treat everyone as well as you can?

-It's easy we are all similar and deserve love and respect!

Loki lays down and pulls Lisa, who puts her head on Loki's chest, both of them are watching the stars and the purple sky that reminded a lot of the song Purple Rain! Lisa closed her eyes slowly, because she was tired Loki looks at Lisa with an Admired look and then kisses her forehead and with that Lisa opens her eyes and smiles!

-Let's go back to the salon!

-Okay, let's go then!

-We still have a lot to dance!

-So let's go!

When they come back through the main entrance, everyone looks at them, because it was time for the final dance! Amazing coincidence! And in the final dance Lisa puts her head on Loki's shoulder who pulls her closer and lowers her hand to her waist both accompany the sweet melody of the song, both stare at each other for a few minutes making Lisa blush and Loki kisses her!

-I hate to see people kissing!

-Juliet you hate everything and everyone!

-Shut up Thor you idiot!

-I'm surrounded by idiots!

- Shut up Alicia!

When the Ball was over your Highnesses were already sleeping on the stairs after all they danced a lot even in the swan lake!

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Click here to see the original version in Portuguese!!

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blackleatherjacketz · 1 year

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Point of No Return

Baron Helmut Zemo x Original Female Character

Summary: While preparing for a mission where she has to seduce their target, Zemo convinces her to show him how she plans on doing it.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Daniel Bruhl’s Magnetic Essence, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Sugar Daddy Undertones, Soft Dom Zemo, Roleplay, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Lingerie, Dresses, Tuxedos, Kissing, Face Holding, Teasing, Hair Pulling, Zemo’s Hands, Eye Contact, Classical Music References, Zemo Possibly Catching Feelings

Word Count: 3.7K

Tags: Thank you to @bullet-prooflove for helping me concoct this universe! @letsby @imadeadpoett @mrsmaxwelllord @genevievedarcygranger

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“How does it fit?” He doesn’t bother to look at her as she walks into his room wearing the gown he had made especially for her, one he was certain would fit every curve and angle of her body. He takes care to glance over just as she looks away, pretending not to notice how the vibrant color of the cloth complements the olive tones in her skin, accented only by the raven locks that cascade down her shoulders.

“Well enough, I guess.” She lifts her arms up, defeated by the fact that her chromosomes drew her the short straw in the group tonight.

She had dressed up a handful of times before; weddings, parties and funerals all placing her in dresses of varying lengths throughout her lifetime, but none of them were quite like this. None of them had clung so tightly to her skin, restricted her movement or made her feel so incredibly vulnerable that she questioned her ability to carry out her skill set in the presence of her colleagues… and him.

The baron looks up at her as she slowly turns around in front of him, noticing that the zipper on the back of her dress is still only halfway up. “You’re not zipped all the way.”

“What?” She turns to each side to get a better view of the back of her dress, bending her arms backward in a failed attempt to get a grip on the elusive zipper, splaying her fingers out across the fabric.

“Here,” he presses his lips together and walks toward her, motioning for her to turn around, “Allow me.”

She walks over to the full sized mirror to get a better look at herself, making an effort to grab hold of her dress as if to show him that she can do it herself. She’ll be damned if she actually needs a man to help her to get into this thing, even if he is the one who paid for it. And the flat they’re currently staying in. And their mode of transportation. And all their meals. And everything else.

Damnit.

She huffs before letting go of the silky cloth, reluctantly letting him take his place behind her. Although she had thought about it a few times before, she had never let the baron get this close to her, heeding her partners’ warnings of his hidden agendas and dual nature. Even with the heels she has on he still towers over her, the top of her head barely meeting his eyeline as they both look straight forward into the mirror. It’s almost as if they’re posing for a formal portrait, a snapshot of this moment in time portraying them as an opulent couple who had been together for years, his hand finding a sudden familiarity on her lower back.

“It suits you,” he whispers into her ear, tracing his way down her shoulder blade with his opposite hand.

“Does it?” She keeps her eyes on their reflection in the mirror, hoping that her makeup is heavy enough to hide the flushing of her cheeks as his fingers send a shiver down her spine. She’s supposed to be getting into character, one who is single and ready to mingle with their target long enough for Sam and Bucky to get the information they need; not one who can’t get over the intoxicating scent of her benefactor’s cologne.

“You don’t think so?” He takes his time feathering his fingertips over her silken strap as it curves its way into the unfastened bodice. He follows it down the inner arch of her back, noticing the absence of black lace or any other delicate fabric underneath. “You’re not wearing the lingerie I set out for you.”

“It was too bulky, didn’t look right.” She pauses as he excites the skin on her lower back, sparking a hint of heat into her core. “It’s just been a while since I’ve worn a dress, is all,” she starts to explain herself, feeling his breath warm against her hairline as his lips brush the shell of her ear.

Good God, why does he have to be so fucking handsome?

“You should wear them more often.” He reaches the tiny metal zipper at the base of her spine and slowly pulls it upward before laying it down flush against the material of her bodice. “You’re a vision in red, but every piece of your costume serves a purpose, tells a part of the story.” He takes a breath, pausing before continuing on, “You’re going to have to do more than just look the part tonight.”

“I know that,” she says, more to herself than to him as she watches his hand smooth its way over her hip in the mirror. She holds her breath as he guides it up her belly, inhaling as it curves over her breast and touches the bare skin on her chest.

“Do you?” He reaches her chin with the pads of his fingers, turning her face away from the mirror. “You’re going to have to distract him.” He tilts her chin up so that she has no other choice but to look into the dark caramel of his eyes. “You’re going to have to seduce him.”

“I can do that.” Her sentence wavers as it leaves her lips, a pathetic whisper of a promise as he drags his fingers off of her face.

“Can you?” He lets go of her completely, taking a step back before turning on his heel. “Sam seems to have a lot of confidence in your abilities, but I have my doubts.”

“Really?” She watches him walk away from her, his musk still lingering on her skin as he casually makes his way over to the vanity. “Is that why you can’t stop touching me?” She does her best to sound level headed as she challenges him, her body already yearning for his touch. “Your doubts?”

“My attraction to you isn’t in question here.” He states the obvious so matter-of-factly that it takes her by surprise, keeping any rebuttal she may have prepared still in her throat. “Your ability to stand out from the dozens of other European socialites is. And we want him… need him to do more than just touch you.”

“I can’t apologize enough for being an American,” she puts her hands on her hips, still flustered by his flippancy, “But I can do a British accent if you want.”

“No.” He puts a hand up to stop her before letting it fall to his side. “I want you to be as believable as possible.”

“Okay, then I just won’t talk as much.” She takes a deep breath. “That usually works on men of any social class, they all love the sound of their own voice.”

“Is that so?” He scoffs, leaning his back against the vanity. “If you’re so confident in your skills, then why don’t you show me what you plan on doing.”

Her heart nearly stops as it’s beating, its last contraction a loud and heavy thump in her chest as she swallows the lump in her throat. If he wanted her so badly, then why didn’t he just keep touching her? Why didn’t he take the chance to kiss her when his lips were so close to her mouth only moments ago? Why pull away at all? Maybe he is just as manipulative as Sam had warned her about.

“Excuse me?” She checks, her eyebrows nearly disappearing into her hairline as his lips curl into a smirk.

He can’t be serious, can he?

He merely nods with a sound confidence that only the baron of Sokovia could have. “I’d like to see how you’re going to keep his attention. The lives of dozens of people depend on it.”

“Well,” she starts, eager to play his game. They have a few hours to kill before the party starts, and she can’t think of any better way to fill each passing minute than to get his hands back on her body. “I’ll walk by him and… I’ll give him the look.” She’s never really had to think through what she’s done in the past to get a man’s attention. It always just seemed to happen to her without her really trying.

“The look?” He stands up straight, tilting his head to get a better grasp of the idea.

“You know…” she turns to the side and glances at him, lashes batting with feigned desire. “The look.”

“And?”

“And?” She laughs, exacerbated. “And I’ll look away then wait for him to approach me.” She looks up to see an unamused look on his face, his brow furrowed in concentration. “I’ll laugh at his jokes, touch his arm, touch my neck, things like that.”

“And if he doesn’t have any jokes for you to laugh at? What then?” He raises his eyebrows scoldingly, his tone dripping with acid. “Julian isn’t nearly as kind or as generous as I am, and it’s imperative that you distract him tonight. We can’t count solely on the luck you’ve had with men in the past.”

“What makes you think I’ve had any luck in the past?” She decides to commit to the bit wholeheartedly now, wondering what it will take to bring that sensual side of the baron back out to play. She steps toward him in her heels, careful not to make too much noise in them as she corners him against the dresser.

“Women like you usually haven’t had to seduce anyone before.” He inhales as she gets closer, pressing his back against the vanity as the different colored liquids sway to and fro inside their delicate glass bottles.

“Women like me?” She smiles and touches the hem of his waistcoat, a timeless piece he undoubtedly kept in storage from a lifetime ago. “What do you know about women like me?” She slides her fingers up his chest, following the design of his tuxedo to the fastened collar of his dress shirt.

“I know enough.” His words barely blow a few stray strands of hair away from her face, their tone shaking just a little at the end.

“Really?” She stands up even higher on her tiptoes, the bottom of her heels leaving the ground as she smoothes her hand beneath his tuxedo jacket. “You seem so confident in your skills.” She uses his own line against him, whispering her taunt against his ear as she slides her hand up the base of his neck. “But your years behind bars would prove that you’re a little out of practice.” She smiles against his skin as his palms warm her waist.

“One would venture to say that it’s as easy as pedaling a bicycle.” His fingers find the zipper they spent so much time and effort pulling up just moments before, holding it delicately between his thumb and forefinger. “A muscle memory, if you will.” He tugs it slowly down her backside, loosening her bodice along with the straps around her shoulders.

“Well, I’ve always heard that practice makes perfect.” She presses her fingers into his hairline, forcing him to look down at her as she brings her other hand up to mirror its movements. She can smell his cologne even deeper at this proximity, his raging pulse enriching the notes of cedar wood and patchouli into her nostrils as she massages his scalp. It’s different than anything else she’s ever smelled before, a perfect signature scent for a man unlike anyone else she’s ever met before.

She continues to card her fingers through his hair as she gazes upon him, the chestnut hues in his irises making way for expanding pupils as they dart nervously over her features. She can feel his chest as it rises against hers, expanding with each prolonged inhalation as his heart beats wildly inside. He must be just as rapt as she is with the scent he dabbed onto her wrists earlier, a rich floral perfume with a hint of orange that is ‘fit for a queen’, if she remembers his words correctly. She presses her thumbs into his temples before sliding them down his cheeks to hold his face merely millimeters away from her own.

“Don’t you want to be perfect?” She parts her lips and feathers them over his, teasing the idea of a kiss that’s only just out of reach.

“More than anything.” He nods as he takes her in, his body giving him away as his nose gently nudges into hers. He opens his mouth and kisses her, tasting the savory combination of her lips and tongue as he slides his hands up the muscles of her exposed back. He pulls her in close, finally exhaling into her as he lets his guard down for the very first time in over a decade. He wants to relish every inch of her, to memorize how she feels as she trembles against him, but he must stay on track.

“Remove my jacket,” he tells her, smoothing his palms across her neck and shoulders before letting his arms fall to his side.

She nods and presses her hands over his chest, sliding her fingers beneath the thick black fabric of his coat. She takes her time sliding it off of his arms, carefully folding it in half before draping it over the back of the chair next to the bed.

“Now my tie.” His words are cold against the warmth of her cheek as she unfastens his off-white bow tie. “You’re doing well, darling, but I’m going to need you to look up at me with those eyes while you undress me.” He lifts her chin with a curled finger beneath it, holding himself back from tugging on her bottom lip with his thumb. “Let him know how badly you want it.” He tries to circle back to his original plan by taking his own needs and desires out of the situation, but it’s obvious that he’s already dipped his toe into the shoreline of the point of no return.

“Okay.” She finishes pulling his tie out of his collar, the fancy bow now reduced to a single flat piece of cloth as she makes quick work of unbuttoning his vest and shirt between intentional stolen glances.

With his clothes off he’s absolutely beautiful, his broad chest and trim figure nothing how she imagined it would be, but somehow that much more alluring to her. Dark hair scatters its way across his chest, mixing in with a constellation of moles down his belly and into his pants that seem to be growing tighter in between his thighs, proving the effectiveness of her skills.

“Now get out of that dress and onto the bed.” His order ties a knot into her stomach, the authoritative tone of his voice pulling on her muscles as his callous words do more for her libido than she cares to admit. She should probably unpack the origin of that gut reaction when she gets a chance, but there’s a time and place for all of that.

She turns around and unzips the rest of her gown, casually sliding it off her shoulders with ease as she steps out of her heels. She takes a moment to look back at him with her practiced stare, catching him with a hungry look in his eye as she follows his instructions. She only smirks before looking away again, stepping out of the gown and over to the king sized bed in her bare feet. She hears him undress his bottom half on his own, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and pants zipper echoing loudly in this tiny little bedroom as she climbs up onto the freshly made bed.

She takes her time turning over onto her back, spreading her legs in full display as he finally approaches her, now just as naked as she is. All of the sudden he isn’t this manipulative mastermind who lied, cheated and killed his way to revenge. He isn’t an escaped felon, a criminal or an enemy of the state. He isn’t even a baron, her benefactor, or the one hope to get the information she needs for this mission.

He’s just a man.

She sits up and reaches out to him, wrapping her fingers around his wrist before bringing his hand to her breast. She waits for him to squeeze it before looking up at him just like he’s told her to, letting her eyes fill up with desire as he grows right in front of her face. “Still doubting my skills, Baron?” She chides, opening her mouth to lick his tip.

“No.” He takes a deep breath as she tastes him, slowly taking more of him into her mouth as her perfect lips wrap around his cock. “Not at all.” He runs his other hand through her hair, tucking it behind her ear as she opens the back of her throat to take him in completely. He lets his eyelids fall down as her lips reach his pelvis, tugging on her hair so that her tongue encases his shaft as she sucks her way back up. He guides her back down again, repeating the motion over and over as he nearly gets lost in how good her mouth feels as it glides over his throbbing member. He can’t get over how the warmth of her lips and the sensation of her tongue are far superior than that of his hand slick with spit in the cool recesses of his prison cell.

He also can’t get over the fact that he’s actually here, a conditionally free man who gets to enjoy a woman so utterly gorgeous as she does nearly anything that he asks…. a real, tangible woman. She looks so beautiful like this, eyes wide as she nearly chokes on his girth, saliva dripping down the corners of her mouth. He could finish like this in a matter of minutes if he wanted to, his hand in her hair as she swallows his release; leaving Sam and James none the wiser to their current activities, but he wants something more. He wants to know what she feels like from the inside, how the warmth of her cunt compares to the warmth of her mouth as her features contort with the pleasure he’s so ready to give her.

He pulls her off of him and loosens his grip on her hair, smoothing it out as he memorizes every curve of her face before leaning down to kiss her. He can feel himself walking straight into the depth of his desires, subconsciously crossing that line between motivation and need, between restraint and reckless abandon. At this point he doesn’t care what they’re supposed to be doing or how he’s supposed to be acting, all he can bring himself to care about is how he can taste himself on her lips as he presses his knees into the mattress.

He pushes her onto her back and climbs on top of her, kissing his way up her legs before tasting the moisture between her thighs, savoring the delicacy of her tangy flavor with muffled moans. He feels her fingers weave their way into his hair as she writhes beneath him, groaning as he laps her up until those groans increase in pitch, climbing up the octave scale one note at a time. It’s as if she’s singing her very own aria, telling the story of her pleasure to the centuries-old walls as he greedily dines on her flesh.

He grabs onto her wrists as the twitching of her hips becomes more sporadic, holding them down at her sides as that inner music moves its way through her. It steals her breath, turning that consistent vibrato in her lungs to a stifled staccato as her flavor grows sweeter beneath his tongue. It’s the most divine thing he’s ever heard in his life, each note sticking out in his memory forever as he kisses his way up her pelvis and chest, trying his best not to suck a few bruises into the delicate skin of her neck.

He releases his grip on her wrists, lifting her thighs around his waist as she nods for him to continue, pushing that staccato deep inside of her. He watches her mouth fall open as he stretches her out, leaning down to kiss her lips as he takes his turn adding his own groans to their proper duet. He takes advantage of the freedom of these walls, moaning into her as she envelops him with her velvety warmth, bringing him even closer to the brink.

He grabs onto her jaw as he rocks into her, gradually picking up the pace as their hearts provide the drum beat to their chaotic song of groans and grunts. He can’t help but bury his face in her shoulder to soften his fervor, tasting the salt of her skin as she reaches another octave while he pushes inside at a brand new angle.

“You feel so good,” she barely whispers, crossing her legs behind his back to keep him there. “Oh my God, Zemo!” She wraps her arms around his back in a similar fashion, pulling him in even closer as their steady collection of notes build upon each other, one right after the other with each rhythmic thrust of his hips until they both reach the height of their crescendo.

He cries out against her shoulder as the pleasure washes over him, releasing his bliss inside her walls in irregular spurts as he merges his body with hers, both of them vibrating in rhythm together. He kisses his way up her neck and jawline, still holding her face in his hand as he kisses her lips and cheeks. He pulls back, opening his mouth as if to say something mean or witty, to reinstate the power dynamics of their relationship, but the ecstasy wreaking havoc on his nervous system won’t let that happen. Instead he only kisses her again, soft and gentle as he rests his forehead against hers while he allows himself to forget everything that’s happened except for this very moment. He allows himself another scene of romance after their passionate duet, knowing full well that it can only last as long as it takes for the curtain to fall and the next act to begin.

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True North - John "Bucky" Egan x Original Female Character

Summary: Struggling to defy expectations during the height of WWII, Captain Stella Frank is determined to prove her worth as an Air Transport Auxiliary Pilot in the male-dominated world of aviation. As she navigates the skies with skill and determination, she encounters a diverse array of characters, each with their own struggles and triumphs. Among them is John "Bucky" Egan, whose charm, bravery, and dedication to his fellow pilots catch Frank's attention amidst the chaos of war. Can they navigate not only the treacherous skies but also the complexities of love and loyalty in a time of uncertainty and sacrifice? Or are they doomed to go down in flames like the world around them?

Chapter I

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Planes dotted the landscape, the tower looming in the background. Most of the planes would find homes on other bases or airfields, another tool for the boys to use in their battles. For a while it felt like production was stalling, they had so few to ferry around, but it seemed in the last year or so it had definitely picked up, so many different classes of aircraft ready to be delivered to the Allies. Frank hadn’t yet flown into Thorpe Abbotts, the Royal Air Force station just a handful of miles to the east of Diss, Norfolk. It was fairly new, having been built the previous year, but once the United States Army Air Forces took possession of the airfield, it seemed like activity was picking up.

The boys at Thorpe Abbotts seemed to be going through planes like candy, and Frank was pretty sure this was their fifth ferry to the airfield in less than two weeks. Typically they flew to the smaller satellite bases once a month, maybe twice if there were mechanical issues, but five timesin two weeks? Something was definitely going on in East Anglia. She’d heard low rumblings of the amount of planes that went down during their missions from the British pilots—the men criticizing the Americans for bombing during the day rather than waiting until evening. One conversation she overheard at dinner a few weeks ago seemed to be about the recently arrived 100th Bombardment Group and how they kept losing men to dumb tactical decisions. “It’s war,” one of the heavier accented men had said, slumped backwards in his chair as he rested a beer on the table, “you do what you need to survive.”

“...are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

Frank’s eyes snapped back to those of Commander Dorothy Skylar’s, the three gold stripes she wore on the shoulder strap of her jacket seeming to catch in what little sunlight they had today, making Frank’s two stripes seem even less important than they already felt. “Yes, sorry,” Frank shook her head and the memories away, forcing herself back into the present, “I was just thinking about Thorpe Abbotts and some of the conversations that I’ve heard in passing about it.”

“They’re losing men and planes at a rapid rate of speed,” Dorothy nodded, glancing down at the folder of papers Frank just realized the woman was carrying, “I don’t think this will be your last ferry there.”

“No,” Frank turned her head as she watched the massive Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress come into view, eyes slowly taking in the matte green of the plane, white lettering and stars decorating the wings and body, “no, I don’t think it will be either.”

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A.I.R

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 4! | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List | Bucky Barnes & Characters Master-List

artificial intelligence au + "do you like it when I touch you like this, I can keep going if you want me to".

Synopsis: Your "Bucky Bots" are acting odd, and you're determined to fix the malfunction.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: (it was so difficult to come up with something for this ngl) robots behaving in a sexual way? slight dub!con. robot!buckybarnes x f reader. fingering.

You have been at this for days, trying desperately to pinpoint what caused the A.I.R. to malfunction. You fiddle with his backside, wires, and switches fill his compartment, waiting to be cut, analyzed, or messed with.

A.I.R was your own intelligence company. Standing for, (Artificially Intelligent Robots). It took you years to be where your feet stand now, in your own private lab, with enough money to donate to countless charities, and still have some left to retire on.

Recently, your MBBs, (Male Barnes Bots) have been acting strangely. You’ve often found them nearing you when you're not looking, even if their power switches are off. One of them even wrapped a metal hand around your waist, attempting to pull you to its metal frame.

You screamed, prying off the robot’s hand and reaching around to pull its connector wire. It powered down immediately, and you couldn’t lie it had shaken you a bit. Working with AI can be scary, especially with malicious people on the internet. But putting that intelligence inside a vessel, it’s even spookier.

Anything can go wrong.

Even as you tear at one of the Barnes Bots wires, you huff, wiping the sweat from your forehead and placing the tool down on the lab table. The bot lies lifeless on the table as you switch to look into its program.

You turn the monitor to face you, the screen reflecting in your glasses. Hunching over the desk to toy with the mouse, you start clicking the files, rummaging through its code. Most are just random data commands, the Barnes Bots were originally made to help with everyday activities.

Cooking, Cleaning, and Shopping.

Like a Roomba, but better.

Way better.

Due to this… problem, the bots release date has been called off, and now you are stuck in the lab trying to figure out the problem. You were the only one who could, this was your technology. You click on the only file you have left to sort through, scrunching at the harshness of the computer screen light.

It’s raining outside, and it’s almost completely pitch black.

Jesus.

How long have you been at the lab? Hours must have passed by. The file opens to rays of codes, and almost immediately you spot it. The inputs and outputs have been messed with. You pull away from the screen, nervously glancing at the Barnes Bot.

A virus is in his system, someone must have downloaded it, or the files might have been corrupted. You gasp, feeling a metal hand wrap around your hip, molding your hoodie to your small body. Anxiety seeps into your bones as you catch the reflection of your captor. The broken-down bot is still on the table, but behind you, is one of the many hundreds you created.

“A.I.R! Power down Barnes Bot 34” Your AI system doesn’t respond, and the Barnes Bot still has his metal fingers wrapped around your waist. You are scared now, this stuff only happens in movies, the whole “Watch out, your creations might turn on you" has never been more real at this moment.

You flip around, facing the bot. It’s one of the realistic versions. “Bucky” is what you had called this model. You had to admit, the face you created for the bot was gorgeous. His metal fingers were wrapped in the mold as well, making his artificial fingers feel like flesh.

Everything about this bot looked human, the way he moved, the way he talked. “Let go!” You scratch, trying to pry off his fingers. The bot smiles in an odd way, almost seductively…

You feel his other hand reach down your pants, as he keeps you in place. You kick, aiming for its legs, but it won't let up. “Power down!” The bot’s fingers dip into your panties waistline, a shiver coursing through your back. If you could just get to his connecter-

“Fuck.” An illicit moan echoes you, feeling its faux flesh fingers graze against your folds. You're stuck against the desk, unable to stop ‘Bucky’.

“Need to please you.” The bot says, his voice sounding as smooth as a human's, with no gaps or pauses like you hear in normal ai. Right then and there, you’ve figured it out. There’s a virus all right, and it’s causing the bots to act in a sexual manner.

You reach around his head, but the bot pulls away quickly, dodging your fingers. His own appendages circle your clit as you buck against him, begging for the torture to stop but for the pleasure to continue. This isn’t right, you shouldn’t be this wet from an A.I.R M.B.B.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this? I can keep going if you want me to.” The bot says smoothly. Its faux eyes lock with yours, his fingers bruising your hip as his hand finds your entrance.

This can’t be real. The words that come out of your mouth are feral and-

“Answer me, human.”

That response should concern you. Barnes Bots should not be acting like this, but when those fleshy fingers slide against you, their body pressing down on you, pushing you further into the desk, you don’t seem to care.

“Yes, Bucky!” You cry, bucking your hips into the metal framework of ‘Bucky’. It’s late, you're probably hallucinating from the lack of water you’ve had all day.

“Doing so good, human.”

“Good girl.” The bot somehow purrs, working his fingers in and out of you. You close your eyes, your fingers holding onto the edge of the desk. Heat rises in your cheeks, being praised by a robot…

Your robot, for that matter, Shouldn’t make you wet. But it does a large enough amount that the bot notices, hearing his metal framework slide in and out of your wet heat.

“Come for me, my little human. Make a mess on my fingers.” The Barnes Bot drones on, pumping his fingers in a curling motion. You didn’t program them to do that. Something is seriously messed up in the code, but right now, it doesn’t matter.

Not even a little bit.

A few more cruel thrust has you coming against the bot’s fingers, feeling his cool digits slide out with crude noises. You open your eyes, the orgasm still wracking waves against your small body. You lock eyes with the ‘Bucky’ Bot, his faux stare boring into your fingered-out frame. His metal fingers are covered in your desire.

Thank god they're waterproof.

#marvel #masterlist #fanfic #oneshot #smut #bucky barns fanfiction #buckbarnes #bucky x reader #buckybarnessmut #hauntedhoedownmasterlist #haunted hoedown #hauntedhoedownday4 #inklore

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Late Night Quickie

Fandom: MCU Collection: SHIELD Gaming AU Title: Late Night Quickie Characters/Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Natasha Romanoff Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: It's still all hands on deck around the clock as time is running our for SHIELD to finish implementing an industry-changing element into the version of The Avengers they're about to send in for game approval before the beta test can be launched soon at PAX East. But Bucky and his game tester aren't the only ones at SHIELD entangled in a very satisfying side quest...

Content Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, praise, dacryphilia, age gap (Nat is 10 years Joaquin's senior)

Logistical Notes: Third tick for my Bingo Card in @the-slumberparty's August/September Challenge with B2: "Clothes on Sex." Same universe as Perfectionists and Test Play but can be read as a standalone - all you need to know is Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Joaquin are the five-person team of game engineers for the SHIELD Gaming company.

Additional Notes: Thank you @vonalyn for reading this for coherency. Gamer graphic by @sgt-seabass. Dedicated to my co-conspirator for "A Very Horny Monday to You All..." @biteofcherry for our first week of mischief - she chose the theme 'oral quickies.' We can all lovingly blame her for this!

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2am.

Two fucking a-m.

Joaquin just grinned.

This was not the week any of them wanted or expected, and he certainly didn't want this to ever be the norm. But running off adrenaline, catching only a few hours of sleep (if he was lucky), lots of Red Bull, and late-night food orders to make up for what the typical in-house kitchen wasn't covering was something he couldn't deny was an experience.

Teams all across SHIELD Gaming had been and still were working around the clock to get the shelved-for-later Deep Shadow Conditions mode back into the release SHIELD was going to submit to the first party platforms for approval in just a few days. Marketing, story, game engineering, testers… everyone. It was a rush, pushing the limits for this short period of time, but they were close to pulling off a triumph with embedding Deep Shadow. Joaquin had loved the pitch for that aspect when it was originally floated, they had initiated the development, but then a couple of the execs had said to push it back to the next release. Fury had called the audible and said they needed to put it back in to top what HYDRA was developing with Project Insight. But Joaquin had always known Deep Shadow would really push them miles past everything else coming out right now.

That’s why he didn’t mind pulling these insane hours to get the work done with the rest of the engineers.

And he certainly didn’t mind this.

He had no problem leaning back against the wall of the women’s restroom, jeans unzipped, Natasha poised between his legs, and her pretty lips around his cock, deep throating him.

Fuck she looked so good like that. They hadn’t had enough time together since the Deep Shadow blitz, and he was so glad she’d pulled him into the bathroom right now. Her left hand was anchored on his hip, and the other was reaching up his shirt, roving over his abs and chest as his threaded into her hair, holding her head at the base of her skull. He was letting her control the pace and how much of his length she took in for now, just holding her, feeling that connection.

Joaquin had been under no illusion in the beginning that this absolute goddess who was ten years his senior had only been flirting with him because it was fun and had no intentions beyond more than maybe a night or two tumbling in bed together. But he’d had a hunch they could have more, that he wanted more, and categorically convinced her they were worth a shot.

He worshipped her but challenged her in a way no one else did. He knew that’s why she’d even started flirting with him, appreciating that he could go round for round with her sass, her sarcasm, and her saucy comments without getting flustered or cocky and the rest of their conversation – work and casual – had rolled along so easily like they’d been working together for years after only a few weeks.

Now they were eight months into an officially-disclosed-to-HR relationship – but not to their team because they did not need Cap, Sam, or Bucky in their business. Work was work, and until tonight, the physical had stayed outside of HQ.

It spoke to how little time they’d had together that they were here right now.

And he was just as hungry for her as she was for him.

Joaquin took over and pulled her head down slowly on him, drawing Nat down to take all of him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, then gently nudging further down her esophagus. She moaned around him, her hands flexing against him. “You always take me so well, Romanov.”

He knew she loved this. She was a cocky little minx and so loved the praise. In response she sunk the rest of the way down his cock. He groaned in ecstasy. Love this.

“Fuck, I could stay here with you on my dick until your legs give out.”

She tightened her grip on his hip.

“But I wanna fuck this pretty throat of yours, babe.”

A small noise from her as she stayed just as she was, their eyes locked on each other.

“That’s what you really wanted, isn’t it?”

Those lust-blown green eyes told him everything, and he grinned wickedly down at her. Abruptly twisting them around to place her on her knees with her back against the wall, he made sure she was secure before asking, "Ready for me?"

She hummed again.

He smirked. “Desperate for me?”

A growl this time.

He laughed. “Me, too, babe.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek, one more tender moment, then he slowly pulled out until only the head of the cock was the only thing she had her lips around. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and swirled her tongue over the leaking tip of him. “Oh, you’re so fucking good. Love that talented tongue. But now you’re really gonna take me.”

She nodded, eyes blazing with heat. He moved his right hand to cradle her cheek and jawline as he leaned his left forearm against the wall to brace himself, and then he thrust back into her wet mouth. He continued, pistoning his hips in and out, brutally but not recklessly. She clung to his shirt, his hips, anything from moment to moment. Her eyes watered, then the tears started to spill, and he groaned. “So pretty for me like this. Those gorgeous tears falling for me, just like you fall apart for me.”

And then he just focused on the feel of her around his cock, the heat, the sounds of him sliding in and out, her whimpers and moans. The frenzy built and then he spilled into her mouth and down her throat, hips stuttering to a stop, and she held him there in place, swallowing every bit of him until he was done. She pulled her mouth off him with a deliberately audible pop, smug, beautiful goddess that she was.

She slid up between his heaving chest and the wall, brushing her lips against his jaw with soft, playful kisses. “Like that?”

“Love that,” he corrected. “Bet your cunt’s a hot, drippy mess for me, isn’t she?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased before claiming his lips in a kiss, tangling their tongue so he could taste the evidence of his spend, and pushing her pelvis up against him.

“Meet back here in an hour?”

“Fuck, I’m hoping we can convince them there’s nothing more to do tonight and get out of here in the next hour. Then you’re taking me home to fuck me in your bed properly.”

He laughed, “Anything for my Natalia.”

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On the Tide - Chapter Eight

A familiar face is found in the back alleys of an Indonesian town, and Win's safety is compromised. Content Warnings; Discussions of finning and endangered animal trade. Implied drugging, implied kidnapping/ransom. Prompts used; - ‘Dancing Together’ – @fandom-free-bingo, Frosty Edition; - “No Good Deed Goes Unpunished”, “Violence for Violence is the Rule of Beasts”, “You Brought This on Yourself”, ‘Held for Ransom’, ‘Stalking’ – Fandom-Free Bingo, Flight Edition; - ‘Scalloped Hammerhead’, ‘Oceanic Whitetip Shark’, ‘Matakam Dolphin’, ‘Sand Tiger Shark’, ‘Atlantic Humpback Whale’, ‘Blue-Spotted Tree Monitor’ – Fandom-Free Bingo, Wild Edition; - ‘Items Being Moved Around’ – @halloweenhorrorbingo .

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Boards at the bottom, divider by yours truly <3

By the time we decked in port, my heart rate had settled somewhat – though my knees were still trembling as I helped tie off the lines. I stood for a moment, gazing at our small vessel, taking in the smattering of bullet holes along the hull as my own wound ached.

It may not look like much… But it’s home now.

Even my muscles knew that I didn’t belong on land anymore, tensing automatically to correct me against movement that didn’t exist.

Captain Tyne came up beside me, barely hesitating before linking his fingers with mine. “Have you ever been to Indonesia?” he inquired absently, his thumb skimming over the back of my hand as we moved forward, passing from the relative uniformity of the small port and into the uneven alleys lined with crates and boxes, the smell of animal waste making my stomach curl.

“It doesn’t seem like I’ve missed anything,” I muttered, glancing about myself, and he smiled.

“Most of it is beautiful – but we dock here for a reason.”

I raised an inquisitive eyebrow, but he said nothing more, just led the way into a crowded market full of bustle and vendors shouting in a multitude of languages.

“What reason is that?” I prompted softly as we slipped between customer and seller bargaining in rapid Thai.

He pulled me closer to the nearest stall, using the pressing crowds as a convenient excuse to hold me flush against his side, inclining his head toward the merchandise. “Intel.”

I followed his indication, bile rising in my throat at the sight before me. I might not know Indonesian, rendering the signs useless in aiding my understanding – but I had done enough research before joining the crew to recognise the macabre butchery before me.

Scalloped Hammerhead.

Oceanic Whitetip.

Mahakam.

Sand Tiger.

“These are all endangered,” I muttered under my breath, fury sparking in my veins at the spectacle, tracing my finger mournfully across the detached fin of an Atlantic Humpback as Greg nodded stiffly, leaning forward and testing several languages before settling on Malay, speaking with quiet, rapid urgency. The merchant opened his mouth furiously, but the Lieutenant simply spoke faster, one hand subtly slipping between them. The seller’s face cleared, then paled, and he nodded once, muttering back and inching away uncertainly. My Captain nodded over his shoulder, and two of my crewmates descended from the crowd, hurriedly tipping the contents of several of the merchant’s half-crates into their sacks. The man simply inclined his head in begrudging gratitude, and Greg steered me quickly away as his crewmen dissolved wordlessly back into the masses.

“What just happened?” I pressed under my breath, and he shot me a half grin.

“Our notoriety proceeds us,” he offered as we left the bustling market behind, fingers finding mine once. “Sellers are often willing to rat out their suppliers and give up their wares with a little… Persuasion.” He raised his other hand, revealing a flip-style badge emblazoned with the words ‘Shark Defence Initiative’. “We won’t have them making their money on the slaughter, but they get to trade their freedom for information.”

“Won’t they just go back to trafficking the moment we leave?” I asked, frowning, and he shrugged.

“We have a network. Folks that check in on the sellers we’ve interacted with, gather intel of their own…” Glancing at me, he shot me a smirk. “You’d be surprised by how infrequently those sellers go back to trafficking. I think the fear of being arrested is pretty motivating.”

I nodded slowly, impressed – and somewhat daunted – by the level of organisation and consideration that the SDI had put into their actions. They were often reported to be chaotic, poorly-planned – but here was the evidence to the contrary.

Is it possible that they cultivate this image of chaos as a deception? A ruse, to lull their enemies into a false sense of security?

I considered my Captain once more, his pace slowing as we returned once more to paved streets lined with stores. “… How long have you been with the Initiative?”

“Two years,” he replied easily, entirely at ease in the foreign maze.

“It’s only been active for three, right?” I clarified, and he waggled a hand thoughtfully.

“In an official capacity – yes,” he smiled, “but the folks who founded it were playing pirate long before that. They just made it a little more… Structured.”

“Has it changed much? Since you joined?”

He hummed under his breath, lips skimming my temple. “Yes… And no. We’ve gone from one ship to four, and we have a much broader web of informants… But the fundamentals haven’t changed at all. To protect, at any cost.”

I smiled wryly, inclining my head with curiosity. “When I first met you… It seemed you hated this life.”

Shaking his head quickly, he began to guide me down a side street, silent as he considered his answer.

“I love this life,” he replied eventually, lips still quirked down in a thoughtful frown. “I love making a difference – giving life instead of taking it. I love being back on the ocean and travelling the world…” He cut himself off to sigh heavily, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. “But I hate that this job comes with seeing the very worst and most cruel of humanity on a daily basis. I hate that 80% of our new recruits can’t hack it and we have to go through the process all over again. I hate that I have to put my crew in danger – that their very lives are at risk – every time we try to do the right thing. And I despise that it’s necessary at all. I love this job, Win. I just hate that it needs to exist.”

I nodded slowly, offering his fingers a squeeze, and he shot me a weak smile. “Come on. We’re only ashore for a few days – let’s go find some good food, good drinks, and good beds.”

The night was winding down by the time he nervously leant closer, the smell of fruity juices on his breath making me smile. When I told him I didn’t drink anymore – after a rough few years while I grappled with my trauma – he’d immediately rescinded his original order of beer, despite my protests that I had no objection to his consumption.

“I… I can get you your own, if you like,” he murmured, and I blinked in surprise at the light flush colouring his cheeks.

“I’m… Good? I’m still nursing this one,” I offered uncertainly, pointedly raising my half-full glass, and watching with amusement as the unanticipated blush grew deeper.

“A room, I meant,” he clarified quietly, the tips of his ears flushing beetroot when I laughed in shock. “O-Or you can have my cabin, or-”

I silenced him with a quick kiss, squeezing his fingers. “I want to stay with you,” I reassured him softly, feeling a gentle blush colour my cheeks, eyes lowered shyly.

He brought my hand to his face, lips skimming over my knuckles tenderly. “I’d be honoured,” he whispered, gaze finding mine as his smooth, suave confidence returned. The track overhead changed to something somewhat slower, but with a pulsing beat that made my bones tremble, and he grinned. “May I have this dance, Snowflake?”

I felt my flush deepen as I nodded, letting him lead me through to the makeshift dance floor – a space simply cleared of seating, where a number of couples were already moving together. I knew how to dance, but not to this; my life was limited to a box step and slow-dancing, picked up over the years. He raised an eyebrow at my hesitation, using his grip on my fingers to pull me flush against his chest. “Don’t you worry, baby boy… I’ve got you.”

With a soft purr, I rested my cheek gently on his chest for a moment before letting him guide me into a quick eight-beat, his hands on my hips easing me into a gyrating, sensual movement. I gasped in surprise as he turned me quickly, fingertips digging into my flesh lightly as we moved in unison. It was until his lips found my throat and I moaned under my breath, the sound causing a subtle, unconscious twitch in his hips, that I became around of his arousal pressing against my ass, making my face heat once more.

But despite my shyness, my uncertainty, I reached back to tangle a hand in his hair, earning a sharp gasp when I shifted firmly against him, his grip hardening automatically. “You don’t have to do that,” he breathed, sending goosebumps along my neck with his breath.

“I know,” I whispered softly, grinding a little harder, head falling back against his shoulder.

I want to.

I felt… Powerful, knowing that this man – this beautiful, strong, charismatic man – was aroused by me, even if it was strictly in terms of physical stimulation rather than actual attraction.

But from the way his muscles flexed, hands hard on my skin, I found myself believing that attraction really did play a part.

It wasn’t just want.

He wanted me.

He stiffened minutely, and I turned my head to follow his gaze as she looked away, brow furrowed. “What is it?” I pressed softly, and he frowned, nodding towards a pair of men in the corner a few feet away, talking in quick, hushed words that I could not comprehend. I cocked my head in confusion, and he flicked his eyes to me, his hearing still fully concentrated on the conversation. “My Bugis is patchy… But they’re discussing a trade. Reptiles. Lizards, I think.” His eyes widened, and he paled. “Blue-spotted tree monitors. Infants. Live ones,” he added at a growl, eyes flashing. I felt his fingers curl in anger against my sides and kissed his cheek gently as the pair headed toward the door. “Go,” I breathed, digits lacing with his to squeeze reassuringly. He hesitated, and I nodded encouragingly. “Go. I’ll be fine. I’ll wait here, okay? Go and be… You, Lieutenant Tyne.”

He smiled and kissed me quickly, eyes already shifting to the exist as he backed away. “Thank you, Snowflake.”

My heart fluttered a little in my chest, and I offered him a tender smile as he began to back from view.

“Stay safe, Captain.”

I sat nursing my soda, simply enjoying the passage of time in the bustling space, absently watching patrons go about their business and their lives with a sense of content satisfaction. I could see what Greg had meant when he spoke of the job – the fact that it was needed it was horrible, but it was one I was proud to do.

Every now and then, I glanced around, the hair on the back of my neck prickling with the unexplainable sensation of being observed, but I never found eyes on me, and eventually I stopped looking, shrugging as I decided it was simply an effect of being around so many people against after so long at sea with the same small handful.

I was on my third drink when someone approached, boots pausing at the edge of my eyeline from where I gazed, unfocused, at the table. Glancing up, I found a man stood beside me, no older than twenty, with an unreadable expression on his face.

“Can I help you?” I prompted, polite but nervous, and his lips quirked at the edges.

“You’re one of them, aren’t you? The SDI?” he murmured shyly, scuffing his feet, a hint of a French accent in the words that made me smile.

Someone else far from home.

I nodded, offering him a reassuring grin. “I am… Why do you ask?”

His face lit up, and he blushed with enthusiastic excitement. “Can I buy you a drink? I’d love to hear more about it!”

With a laugh, I extended a hand to my Captain’s vacated chair. “You’d be very welcome.”

“Didn’t someone once say ‘violence for violence is the rule of beasts’?”

I chuckled wryly, leaning back in my seat to assess the youth – Frank, he’d informed me when prompted, a seventeen year old runaway. “Sometimes violence is the only answer. Folks have tried the nice approach for decade; it’s helped, for sure, but it hasn’t been enough. Populations are still falling – and for what? So some rich asshole half a world away can have his soup with a side of ego?” I shook my head with a sigh. “It’s just so… Asinine. It can’t be allowed to continue – and that’s what the SDI is all about.”

A soft smile graced my lips as I noted distantly that the speech was startlingly similar to the one Neri had given to me. Only a few months ago, I realised abruptly, tipping my head back to drain the last of my glass.

It feels like a lifetime.

“Another?” he pressed, and I laughed.

“You still have questions?”

“Tons,” he replied immediately, grinning, and I shook my head fondly.

“I need to run to the bathroom – again,” I snorted, rolling my eyes. “Guess I’m not used to free access to liquids anymore!”

Even after all the time – and being built as I now was – I still got a flutter of anxiety in public restrooms, glancing over my shoulder for any sign that I should be concerned. The feeling of being watched was still there, burning a hole in the back of my head, but I couldn’t see anyone, no matter how many times I looked around.

Nudging my way into the bathroom, I curled my lip at the smell of alcohol and urine, shaking my head.

No matter where you go in the world, one thing is always the same… The gents on a Friday night.

The space was empty as I went to wash my hands, and the sound of the door banging made me jump, gaze shooting up to the mirror before me to lock eyes with a man over my shoulder. His presence behind me made me nervous, but I met the dark gaze steadily and offered a silent, polite smile. He simply stared back evenly until I looked away, heat prickling up the back of my neck at his intensity.

Hands clean, I went to brush past him, jerking away as he leant closer, his breath hot on my face. It wasn’t until I’d pushed by in a panic, desperate to get away from the sudden, startling proximity, that the fact that he’d spoken began to register in my mind.

“No good deed goes unpunished.”

I was still shaken by the time I returned to my seat, thoughts leaping between trains of thought, and I frowned as I reached absently for the strap of my holdall.

“I moved it out of the way. Here – I got you another drink,” Frank added quickly, sliding a glass across the table toward me. Any questions were pushed from my mind as I glanced over shoulder, watching as the man from the bathroom disappeared into the crowd.

“I… Yeah. Thanks.” My fingers found the glass, raising it instinctively to my mouth as my eyes continued to survey the throngs.

“It’s getting pretty loud in here, huh?”

Gaze flicking to Frank, I took him in once more, struggling to shift my focus back to the youth before me. My thoughts were disjointed and scattered, and I could only nod, scarcely registering that he’d spoken. “Shall we go someplace quieter so we can keep talking?”

Another nod, easily agreeable in my distraction, and I stood as he did, eyes slowly lowering as I followed him with utter compliance through the press of patrons, fractured thoughts straining to latch on to something solid.

There’s something I’m forgetting. I’m forgetting something important, I think… I just can’t find it…

I stumbled as he led me out of the door, narrower than I remembered, the street beyond darker, more enclosed, than I thought, littered with empty bottles and scraps of food ground into broken cobbles. Frank turned to face me, a frown creasing his expression as he weaved worryingly. “You okay, man? You’re not looking so hot.”

I nodded absently, metal palm meeting the wall with a dull thud when my feet reacted too slowly to catch me as I tried to step forward. “Fine, I…” Words died on my tongue as it turned to lead, and I could only grunt, sinking slowly to my knees, vision turning dark around the edges.

A hand found my shoulder heavily, and I fought against the increasing crush of gravity to raise my head, attempting to peer through the dense fog to follow the tanned arm attached to the vice-like grip on me – but before I could see anything beyond weather-worn skin and a multitude of scars, my sight failed me, eyes rolling back as I slumped hard to the ground.

“About time. Get him up. This’ll teach that anjing perek to stay out of our business.” Hands under my arms hoisted me upright, taking the entirety of my weight as my consciousness ebbed and my feet dragged uselessly behind me.

As I snatched distantly at the dregs of reality, the last thing I felt was warm breath on my cheek, the same man who’d issued orders whispering in my ear.

“You brought this on yourself.”

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everything i post will have adequate warnings and tags applied, but for the safety of everyone here i ask that you please make sure to read this post carefully before sending in a request. requests are currently : 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 !!

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 : 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

i write fluff, angst, smut, headcanons ❪ max five characters ❫, drabbles, alternate universes, and short stories ❪ 5k+ words ❫.

i post some taboo content that anyone under the age of eighteen is not allowed to like, reblog, or interact with. those types of posts will have a "minors do not interact" on it.

i also write stuff that may include age gaps, poly/threesome+, dubcon, incest, toy play, light bdsm, breath play, praise and light degradation, supernatural ❪ i.e. omegaverse, werewolf, vampire, etc. may include knotting in certain cases ❫, choking, stepcest, mommy/daddy kink ❪ to an extent ❫, and dacryphilia.

i will not write about cheating ❪ on the reader's behalf ❫, manipulation, abuse, etc. however, i will write about the reader being cheated on ❪ although not explicitly; mostly just mentioned in passing ❫.

i write strictly male!character x fem! or gn!reader !! i do not write character x character pairings.

i highly suggest reading the warnings on every story that i create in case anything included is possibly triggering for you as a reader. do not proceed to read any story of mine before you have safely comprehended what you are about to read.

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HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE . . . harry james potter, ronald weasley, neville longbottom, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, theodore nott, dean thomas, fred weasley, george weasley, bill weasley, cedric diggory, oliver wood, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, sebastian sallow and ominis gaunt.

THE BAD BATCH . . . all of the bad batch members ❪ excluding omega ❫.

DC UNIVERSE . . . bruce wayne ❪ gotham version, battinson version, and comics version ❫, jason todd ❪ red hood, titans, and arkham knight version ❫, dick grayson ❪ nightwing, young justice, and titans version ❫, tim drake ❪ young justice and comics version ❫, damian wayne ❪ comics version ❫, wally west ❪ young justice version ❫, garfield logan ❪ titans version ❫, conner kent ❪ titans and young justice version ❫, and jaime reyes ❪ young justice version ❫.

GOD OF WAR . . . kratos, heimdall, brok, sindri, thor, freyr, mimir ❪ before beheading ❫ and baldur.

ASSASSIN'S CREED: VALHALLA . . . male!eivor varinsdottir, sigurd styrbjornson, vili hemmingson, hrolfr/rollo, ubba ragnarsson, hytham, basim ibn ishaq, otta sluggason, aelfred the great, and leofrith.

MARVEL UNIVERSE . . . bucky barnes ❪ the winter soldier ❫, stephen strange ❪ doctor strange ❫, peter parker ❪ andrew garfield and tom holland’s versions ❫, and pietro maximoff ❪ quicksilver ❫.

HAIKYUU . . . all of karasuno, all of nekoma, all of aoba johsai, all of date tech, all of shiratorizawa, and all of inarizaki. other characters include takeru nakashima from wakutani south, yuudai hyakuzawa from kakugawa high, suguru daishou, kouji hiroo and isumi sakishima from nohebi academy, and sakusa kiyoomi and motoya komori from itachiyama institute.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA . . . all of class 1-A and all of the league of villains. other characters include mirio togata and tamaki amajiki from the big three, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, sen kaibara, and neito monoma from class 1-B, hitoshi shinsou from the department of general education, yo shindo from ketsubutsu academy, inasa yoarashi from shiketsu high, and pro heroes shouta aizawa ❪ eraserhead ❫, keigo takami ❪ hawks ❫, taishiro toyomitsu ❪ fatgum ❫, toshinori yagi ❪ all might ❫, enji todoroki ❪ endeavor ❫, tensei iida ❪ original ingenium ❫, and mirai sasaki ❪ sir nighteye ❫.

JUJUTSU KAISEN . . . inumaki toge, gojou satoru, chousou, ryoumen sukuna, kento nanami, junpei yoshino, aoi todo, itadori yuuji, and megumi fushiguro.

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS . . . all of the armed detective agency and all of the port mafia. other characters include edgar allan poe and mark twain from the guild, and fyodor dostoevsky from the decay of angels.

DEMON SLAYER . . . tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, and giyuu tomioka. other characters include kyoujurou rengoku from the hashira group, genya shinazugawa also from the demon slayer corp, and yushiro the demon.

KUROKO NO BASKET. . . all of seirin high school. all of the generation of miracles, yukio kasamatsu from kaijou high school, takao kazunari from shuutoku high school, tatsuya himuro from yousen high school, and reo mibuchi and kotarou hayama from rakuzan high school.

ATTACK ON TITAN . . . all of the scout regiment. other characters include marco bodt, moblit berner, and reiner braun and bertholdt hoover from the marleyan warriors.

TOKYO REVENGERS . . . manjiro sano ( mikey ), takashi mitsuya, shinichiro sano, naoto tachibana, ken ryuguji ❪ draken ❫, atsushi sendo, chifuyu matsuno, baji kaisuke, kazutora hanemiya, ran haitani, rindou haitani, nahoya kawata ❪ smiley ❫, hajime kokonoi, wakasa imaushi, and souya kawata ❪ angry ❫.

OBEY ME . . . lucifer, mammon, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, simeon and diavolo.

VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDERS . . . keith kogane, lance mcclain, and lotor.

MYSTIC MESSENGER . . . hyun ryu ❪ zen ❫, yoosung kim, jumin han, saeyoung choi ❪ seven/707 ❫, jihyun kim ❪ v ❫, and saeran choi ❪ ray/unknown ❫.

OTHERS . . . leon kennedy + chris redfield + carlos oliveira + ethan winters ❪ resident evil ❫, joel miller + tommy miller ❪ the last of us - video game version only ❫, steve harrington + eddie munson ❪ stranger things ❫, rick grimes + daryl dixon ❪ the walking dead ❫.

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justagirlinafandomworld · 1 year

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It definitely does NOT feel like December should be over! But here we are, wrapping up the year of 2022 with December's reading list. This list is full of gems, I had such fun reading them and I hope you have a chance to enjoy them as well.

I want to give a great big THANK YOU to all the writers on this list! I was a bit of a Grinch this year in RL and your fics pumped my heart full of love, warmth and cheer.

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

Marvel

Strategic Fit by @indyluckycharlie Corporate AU!Bucky Barnes x Co-Worker!Reader Bucky knows better, he really does, and the last thing he wants is to give you more reason to hate him, but when he overhears an rather interesting conversation of yours, he just can't help himself.Warnings: Smut (minors do not interact). Explicit dirty talk, phone sex, male masturbation (but trying to hide it). May be considered noncon since Bucky's eavesdropping without permission and getting off on it (although someone else might be getting off on it too 👀) References to female masturbation and oral sex. Some light dom/sub vibes. Enemies to lovers, kind of.

A Piece of Me by @negans-lucille-tblr Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Bucky doesn’t want anything for Christmas, but you still manage to make it special.Warnings: Christmas, grumpy Bucky, moody Bucky, getting drunk, gift exchanges, lingerie, smut, fingering, p in v, orgasms, fluff

Marc's Praise Kink by @softlybarnes Marc Spector x Reader Anon: ill say it once and ill say it again, when marc spector gets comfortable enough around you, the praise kink is gonna come out and it's gonna come out hard, and lemme tell you, there's nothing that man loves more than being told he's doing a good job and hearing how good he's making you feel - i'm literally not taking any arguments about thisWarnings: Smut.

Remember me, love by @writingsoftheloser Sam Wilson x Reader When Sam and Bucky found themselves imprisoned, an old friend shows up to help them. And Sam definitely remembers them. Warnings: there’s some angst, fighting, swearing and a bittersweet ending

Destressing by @kittenofdoomage Steve Rogers x Female Reader Prompt: Steve has been such a good boy and deserves a special treat. Warnings: smut, fluff, slightly subby Steve

In The Moment by @kittenofdoomage Steve Rogers x Female Reader Prompt: fill me up plz. Warnings: smut, rough smut, public smut

Knowledge Man by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming Librarian!Steve Rogers x Female Reader concept: With him, your words are becoming novels. warnings: tiny plot in library with just smut, semi-public sex, oral and fingering (r receiving),nicknames ─ Dove,

Supernatural

In Spite of What My Heart Says by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x Female Reader You’ve avoided Dean for a while, but there’s so much that’s been left unsaid. He catches up to you and you’ll happily distract him to put off the inevitable difficult conversation. Warnings: smut, choking, rough sex (sort of!), p in v, unresolved angst, language.

The Longest Time by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x Original Female Character (Wynter) For the longest time, Dean hasn't allowed himself to dream of a future, but Wynter changes things.Warnings: fluff, flangst.

Just Like A Pill by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x Female Reader Sequel to “In Spite Of What My Heart Says”. Y/N has no choice but to go to the Winchester’s for help. But after ditching Dean at the Christmas Market and still not having spoken how will it go down? Will they finally say all the things that need to be said?Warnings: Angst, language, mild smut, mention of Dean dying, Demon!Dean mentioned.

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x Original Female Character (Nicole/Nico/Nic) Dean’s holiday spirit is nowhere to be found. Fed up with his Grinch-like behavior, Nicole is determined to open his heart again to the wonders of the world around them and help him find joy in the Christmas season.Series Warnings: FLUFF, a tiny bit of angst, implied smut, slight canon divergence

Evermore by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x Reader Living without Dean is an unbearable endeavor.Warnings: ANGST, character death-no graphic detail

Twofer by @kittenofdoomage Dean Winchester x Female Reader x Original Fictional Character (Lucy) Prompt: 2 for 1.Warnings: oral sex, threesome (F/M/F), reverse cowgirl, mentions of bad break-ups

Samnesia Series by @princessmisery666 Sam Winchester x Original Female Character Brooke is a calming distraction from the chaotic mess of Sam's life. When a hunt keeps them separated for over a month, Sam returns to find she no longer remembers him. The need to find out what happened while he was gone sends Sam on a case that will change the course of his life. What he discovers along the way will change the way he looks at love. Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, slow burn, language, stalking, mentions of cheating, kidnapping, shitty friend, canon level violence mentioned.

Duck Dean Afternoon (4 Parts) by @mrswhozeewhatsis Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader A/N: It was born from @helvonasche saying “It’s like fucking a duck for taffy,” after which she had to explain why fucking a duck for taffy was such a stupid idea.Warning: This is crack. So many things you never wanted to know about duck dicks are in this.

Opportunity Knocks by @kittenofdoomage Dean Winchester x Female Reader x Sam Winchester Prompt: Eager to please both. Warnings: double oral penetration, threesome, implied double vaginal penetration

Other Fandoms

Practice Makes Perfect by @kittenofdoomage Geralt x Female Reader Prompt: she’s been practicing and wants to show him what a good girl she can be. Warnings: sex work, brothels, oral sex

Clueless by @supernaturalgirl20 Din Djarin x Female Reader Request: for idiots in love. “You’re so cute. What did you just say? I said you look like a boot.”Warnings: Fluff, mutual pining, Din being clueless, Established sexual relationship, live sick idiots, mild reference to smut.

Happy Reading!

#just a girl reading fics in December 2022 #fic rec #bucky barnes x reader #marc spector x reader #sam wilson x reader #steve rogers x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader x sam winchester #geralt x reader #din djarin x reader

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From Ice and Ashes (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes Fanfic)

Description: Steve Rogers learns what it means to be a queer hero in a complicated modern age. He tries to move on from the pull of the past, and his lost loves, but fate rarely lets him catch a break.

Word Count: 65,700

Tags: Character Study, Friends to Lovers, Canon Compliant, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Past Peggy Carter x Steve, Queer History, Steve Rogers is a Socialist, Coming Out, Internalized Homophobia, Mental Health Issues, Trauma Recovery, Chronically Ill Steve Rogers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, First Time, Identity Issues, Online Dating, Steve Rogers Needs/Gets a Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, Endgame Fix-It, covers TFA/Avengers 1 thru Endgame

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanov, Peggy Carter, Original Male Characters, Tony Stark, T’Challa

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READ ON A03 (new chapters are up!!! please give it a read! all kudos are appreciated and comments make my entire life tbh)

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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - One

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, differing opinions, Hollywood drama

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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HEADLINES:

New York Times Bestseller is being turned into major motion picture.

Production Powerhouse SHEILD acquired rights to Author Y/N Y/L/N’s debut novel.

Bucky Barnes’ Fanfiction About To Hit The Big Screen From Its Book Adaptation.

Fans Hoping James Barnes is picked to play lead role in adaptation, twitter is being sent into a meltdown.

Is Bucky Barnes Being Roped Into Playing Rhys Bass? Here are 10 swoon worthy reasons why he would be perfect.

Who is Y/N Y/L/N? Inside scoop on the author of Bookstagram and BookTok sensations, (yes including the one based on Bucky Barnes)

Are books that were Fan-Fiction worth spending money on? Here is our top five list starting with Y/N Y/L/N’s ‘I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once’.

Read Bucky Barnes’ previous scathing take on fan-fiction about himself!

Uh oh, James Barnes spotted with best-friend Loki Laufeyson as movie adaptation announced, looking glum!

Y/N Y/L/N says ‘Fan-fiction gave her the creative outlet to improve her writing. Says it is a dream come true to be published’ — and have a movie adaptation.

Author Y/N Y/L/N says people can have their opinions on book origins and inspirations. Does this brew trouble for SHEILD? Read her catty remarks in response to an old Bucky Barnes interview here!

Bucky Barnes Spotted Outside SHEILD Productions Is THE MOVIE Being Discussed?

Bucky runs a hand over his face, this meeting was droning on and on without a point being reached. So what if a book that was fan-fiction about him is being made into a movie? He just needs to know about his next role.

“Is there a point to this?” He questions pushing away the various pages of articles printed out with highlighted points over several sections, Sam gives him a glance.

“We’re trying to tell you that we want you to pursue this role.” The executive producer, Alexander Pierce smiles and Bucky sits up by straighter.

“No.” Bucky says, “Sam, absolutely not.” He gives a glare across the board.

“Listen this book is an absolute hit, the story is actually beautiful.” Sam defends the book. Bucky clicks his tongue.

“This is a book, with a character inspired by me, because this author had to change my name and major things when it was converted. You all know, I do not delve into the whole fan-fiction thing.” Bucky looks at the hardcover book, at least there isn’t a male model on it. The cover is simple— a vase with a sunflower and a pink lily.

“We went over this, I distanced myself from even speaking on this when the book got published.” Bucky runs a hand through his hair.

“I know and at that time avoiding reading or commenting was fine. It has been about two years since that. Listen this book good get you all the nominations we need and the win you want.” Sam offers temptation. He read the book he knows Bucky will love the role.

“Listen what we can do is maybe set up a meeting with the author, she’s a—,”

“A fan?” Bucky raises a brow, reading your name on the spine of the book.

“Well that can be said also you could read the book, make the decision willingly.” Maria Hill adds her expression unreadable.

“Willingly?” He looks from Sam to the executive panel.

“You have a five movie deal with the production house, this is the fourth we have lined up.” Nicky Fury says and the remaining executives shrug.

Bucky looks at Sam.

“If you would like a contract extension, I suggest you agree.” Alexander smirks, Bucky bites his tongue.

“Just give the book a chance and the author. She’s really nice and not creepy at all.” Sam explains and Bucky scoffs.

“You’ve met her then?” He raises a brow.

“Well I do sift everything for you to sniff out the bullshit.” Sam gives an easy grin.

Bucky turns to the executive panel, “What if I say no, even after?”

Maria Hill purses her lips, “Then the other movie slated for this year is being directed by Brock Rumlow.”

Sam whips his head to Bucky in warning, and his own eyes widen.

“That trashy director who only caters to the ego of men?” Sam scoffs.

“The same Brock Rumlow who I swore to never work with?” Bucky adds, “He represents misogyny and so much racism as well as sexism how can you even still employee—,”

“These are the two projects we have open for you this year. You may take time to read the book and then make your call.” Fury cuts him off, “Otherwise the decision will be made for you.”

“We’ll be in touch.” Sam says and they rise from their chairs. Opting not to have this go any further south and have Bucky take the time to process everything.

Bucky looks around the room, grabbing the book with a reluctance. He thanks everyone before leaving the room behind Sam.

“Who is the director for this movie?” Bucky questions him.

“There are talks to rope in the Parker-Danvers duo or it may be given to Natasha.” Sam answers.

“So they are banking a lot of success for this if the hopeful directors have those names being scouted.” Bucky hums quietly, peering down at the book. Thumb tracing over the lily wondering what significance that held in the story.

Sam takes it from him tucking the book into his bag, “I’ll give it to you at home, don’t want the paps to get any ideas.”

Bucky sighs, retrieving his sunglasses as the elevator doors open. A figure hastily exits and collides against his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry!” You look up at him, Bucky looks down at you. Your eyes are red, you sniffle.

“Y/N?” Sam questions. Bucky’s brows furrow, why is your name familiar? Then it hits him as he realises you are the author, but why are you upset?

Hastily you wipe at your eyes and face Sam with a smile.

“Oh, Sam hi! I’m sorry I’m running late that’s why I collided into you, I’m sorry again about that Mr. Barnes.” Your eyes shift to Bucky, his frown is evident and you wonder if you messed up, royally.

“No, it’s… are you okay?” Bucky raises a brow, you nod. It doesn’t seem as though he bought the wordless lie, hell you don’t believe you’re okay either.

“Did someone say something?” Sam questions worry lacing his tone, your phone starts ringing.

You make a displeased sound at the contact name. Bucky catches the name of Maria Hill.

“Shoot, I’m really sorry, I hope we can meet again under better circumstances.” You look to both, your eyes linger upon Bucky’s blue ones.

You swear your previous works that describe his eyes don’t do them even a minuscule of justice.

Bucky watches on, as you answer the phone and inform that you’re on the way inside.

“Yes, I know they don’t—,” you huff, “Look, I’d like the integrity of my written characterisation preserved and respected. The lead is supposed to be a plus size woman—, when the rights were bought I—,” You grit your teeth, frustratedly wiping at the corners of your eyes.

Stupid fucking tears.

Bucky looks towards Sam, who watches you with an expression bordering on sympathy. His gaze shifts back to you, as you again try and fail to hide your incoming tears, part of him wants to reach out to offer comfort.

The other part screams at him to keep himself in check.

“Can we discuss this inside, please? Thank you. I will be there in two minutes.” You inhale deeply, trying to centre yourself, the breakdown you restricted to the confines of elevator was short lived.

Sam and Bucky exchange another glance as you lock and pocket your phone. Sam already knew this was going to occur, he had skimmed over the list of the shortlisted actresses. None matched your written lead in physical characteristics.

“I hope so too. To meet in better circumstances.” Bucky adds with a smile, hoping to ease your worry. You look up at him with a small smile. Shoulders ever so slightly sag with relief.

“Thank you. I, um, I’ll get to,” you point towards the conference room direction. “It was really nice meeting you both.” You want to say more to Bucky but you hold off.

“Likewise.” Sam smiles waving as you turn away. Bucky watches you go, he then turns to his agent/manager who has one brow raised and a smile.

“What?” Bucky questions, stepping into the elevator.

“Nothing at all, Mr. Barnes.” Sam teases usually Bucky was quick to correct anyone being formal with him.

Bucky rolls his eyes, putting on the sunglasses as the flurry of paparazzi begin taking his pictures as he walks to Sam’s car.

The driver carefully pulls them through the parking lot and the mob of flashing cameras.

He ponders over why you were upset? He didn’t know several things about the book, just a few facts that it was first fan-fiction written about him. Bucky’s experience in reading that genre for quenching his curiosity had left him queasy at some of the things and also incredibly impressed by how some writers had him down to a t.

He knew it was an escape for so many people, providing comfort either by writing or reading him or his characters in scenarios that either took him by surprise or just borderline made him wonder about how he was perceived.

He wondered which category you fell into with your work, or where you made changes before the book was published. He did enjoy reading most of his Instagram was of his kindle or a paperback with his cup of coffee or a few on film pictures he had taken that matched the aesthetic of the book.

Bucky had a monthly livestream in which he would round up his reading list, it gave him a chance to connect with his fans and share his own love for reading. He loved interacting, but unfortunately his interactions were limited over the years to these round up videos or a few meet and greets.

At the point in his career at which he was didn’t come without a price to pay in many aspects. He swallows the lump in his throat.

He focuses on what occurred two years ago when your book hit the shelves.

The headlines that it made and every interview had the same questions.

Has he read it?

Will he read it?

Have you reached out to him?

What does he think about the sex scenes?

Have you become his favourite author?

Will he ever meet you?

Does he know you intimately?

Bucky knew, that you wrote him without his bionic metal arm.

The interviewer had questioned him so invasively, he actually just stared at the man for several seconds before formulating an answer. He didn’t know what else occurred in the story. He only hoped you didn’t turn the character inspired by him into someone complete or whole and sugar coat things. He knew he was flawed even beyond the arm. He hoped your character despite the outcome of the book remained human, believable.

Bucky takes off his gloves, the metal softly gleams in the sunlight as he flexes his fingers.

“Give me the book.” He murmurs and Sam gazes at him curiously then smiles.

“You’re giving the book a chance?” Sam begins to retrieve the book.

“I’m giving the story a chance like any script.” Bucky holds the book carefully, fingers of his left hand tracing the embossed title, then the flowers.

Yelena enters the room after you’ve settled into your seat in front of the executive panel at SHEILD Productions. Alexander Pierce keeps staring at you and even though you’re pretty covered up with the turtleneck. His sleazy intense gaze still rubs you the wrong way.

“Yes, now that Miss Belova is here, finally, we may begin.” Sharon Carter assistant to Alexander gives a sneer to the two of you.

“I appreciate the hospitality, Ms. Carter, I suppose the meeting notes will include the facial expressions you made?” Yelena raises a brow, you purse your lips trying not to laugh.

Maria Hill clears her throat, everyone turns to her, “Well, we heard you’re facing some issues regarding the casting?” She questions right off the bat.

“The female lead of my book is a plus sized woman. When your production house bought the rights to turn this into a movie I only agreed if the physical characteristics were honoured of both the main leads.” You explain, the publishing house warned you from being too vocal but your talent agent — Yelena Belova didn’t agree and so you were here fighting for the integrity of your book to be preserved.

“Miss Y/L/N, I hear you desperately need the money coming in from the movie and even are considering being an executive producer, yes?” Alexander rests his chin on his palm with a cheshire grin.

You swallow thickly. Yelena purses her lips this news was not supposed to be public.

“And I believe your mother’s recent illnesses has left your family in turmoil, so unless your next novel or this movie is a full fledged success you won’t be able to keep the roof on your head. A newbie little author like you just starting out and already making such great demands? Hasn’t your publication date been pushed back? For a third time now?” Alexander tuts, giving you a pitiful look.

“I don’t even know how are you a bestselling author of three books.” Sharon scoffs, Maria shoots her a warning look.

You swallow down the reluctance to stay quiet, “I think you should ask my reviewers that, the comments on my Goodreads page can explain your lack of information.”

Yelena chuckles, “Assistants usually are silent aren’t they? And shouldn’t you be fetching coffee for everyone? Or are you incompetent Ms. Carter?”

“I believe I did order a green tea.” Nick muses, Sharon pushes her chair back. Huffing as she leaves.

You sigh, “I just would request you please reconsider to preserve—,”

“We are trying to rope in Bucky Barnes to play Rhys Bass.” Maria cuts you off, you look at Yelena having already discussed your own discomfort for him to play a role he has a strong public stance against.

“His public stance doesn’t matter.” Yelena shrugs, “To them.” She gestures with a tilt of her head towards the panel.

“He would have to play the movie without his arm is he comfortable with that?” You request to know you cannot just order a person.

“Mr. Barnes can make his own decisions, we however are willing to offer to buy the TV rights to your second book as well.” Nick Fury speaks.

“Oh, that is generous.” You look to Yelena, she nods, catching onto the undercurrent you feel.

“You want her to back down from her stance.” She narrows her eyes.

“And also handle the social media backlash.” Maria adds with a wave of her hand.

“I—,” You begin, Yelena places a hand on your arm.

“Creative outlooks differed and the main producers took the call.” Yelena offers, it would save you from being called a sell out to a certain extent.

The board looks at each other, then all three nod. Sharon enters placing Nick’s cup down, her glare stays upon you and Yelena.

“Alright, we’ll put in an offer for the series when the auction time comes in.” Nick smiles, you follow Yelena’s lead by standing. Hands are shook but you don’t feel any better than coming into the office.

“You’re lucky you’ve been given this chance Miss Y/L/N, I suggest you not mess your clearly bright future up.” Alexander warns his other hand clasps over yours, you stiffen as he leans in further.

“It would be a shame to see talent wasted. Bucky Barnes knows where his success lies and how to get there. I suggest you learn to keep your head down.” His palm moves along your wrist to your forearm, you stay frozen in place.

Yelena pushes her chair into your side and you stumble away from Alexander.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Mr. Pierce.” Yelena feigns concern for him as you gather yourself. Leaving the conference room.

As you both stand quietly in the elevator; Yelena rubs her hand across your back offering comfort.

“It’ll be okay, I have an auction set up for the second book, you focus on writing your fourth, okay? They understand your troubles and the dates pushed back.” She tries comforting you, “I’ll make sure only Matt handles your contracts from now on, okay?”

“Thats what the agency said last time Yelena, the TV Series better not fuck up the representation.” You look up at her, all the supportive comments and messages from your fans about how they felt seen and heard in your books swirled in your mind.

“I know but the Publication house—,”

“They are scavengers? Eat every little piece of meat down to the bone?” You offer cutting her off.

She nods, “The royalties are good, we’ll make sure you have better financial gain as well, with being tied in and the advance I know it has been hard, but at least things are set in motion?” She urges you to look on the bright side.

You bite the inside of your cheek then nod.

“I want to know how they know?” You wonder.

“I think the agency will have an answer. I’ll find out what I can, give me twenty four hours okay? Put on your sunglasses.” She reminds as the elevator doors open, you put them on, sighing again.

“I’ll have it handled.” She assures.

“Thank you. I’m sorry about snapping its just, I told you how important it was, I changed so much from the original draft that it was…” You trail off.

“I know, I read the fanfic first didn’t I?” She smiles, reminiscent of the plethora of emails she sent to convince you to turn the fanfic into a book.

As the car you settle into begins moving out, the cameras catch your exit and you realise that to generate buzz, SHEILD had timed your meeting right after Sam and Bucky.

HEADLINES:

Y/N Y/L/N exits SHEILD half hour after James Barnes are we getting our casting wishes granted?

Female Lead? More Like MIS-lead, read all about the actresses in consideration for the anticipated ‘I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once’ Adaptation.

Bestseller or Sellout? Body Positivity Advocate, Inclusivity Encourager and Writer Y/N Y/L/N Is Keeping Quiet On a BIG Characterisation Change.

Fans Furious At SHEILD Productions For Disrespecting Author’s Creative Vision. Petition Formed, with 60,000 Signatures Already.

Bucky Barnes spotted with hardcover of I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once, Can We Expect Good News?

Bucky Barnes Scheduled Livestream To Discuss Books That Caught His Attention— Is A Certain Newly Famous Author On His Mind?

Loki Laufeyson To Play Best Friend On Screen Roped In By SHEILD Productions for Second Lead In ITIMYIMDO.

Y/N Y/L/N looking Nervous As Paparazzi Swarm Her Home, Yelena Belova of BW Talents Working With Cyber Unit of NYPD To Find Out Who Leaked The Data.

Author Y/N Y/L/N Spotted With Actor Bucky Barnes, seems like they have buried the hatchet? Do We Expect Bucky Barnes to say yes to playing Rhys Bass? We have an exclusive sound bite recorded by an onlooker!

A.N.: I'm back with a multi-part series, also if anyone is confused about what fanfic turned into a movie, i've taken my own previous written Bucky fanfic, I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once as the fanfic turned book turned movie for this fic. I hope you enjoy reading this fic, i developed the concept right in the middle of showering (TMI i know but aren't the best ideas formulated in the shower?)

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