#dark!scott lang

[urvenicebtch]

Brooklyn Revengers [2]

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-----pairing: dark!biker!gang!Bucky x dark!gang!reader

Chapter Summary: Coming to a compromise, you and the Revengers go to the site of Bucky's alleged captivity to 'reason' with the Flag Smashers

Chapter Warnings: domestic abuse, domestic violence, oral (m!recieving), manipulation, murder, use of firearms (guns), death, marking (bruising)

A/N: As I said before, the first chapter sucked and that's because I'm really bad at inciting incidents and such but now I'm starting to get onto a track(:

Friday, July 20th, 2024, 10:00

"I should go to them," you state for what feels like the hundredth time. Bucky looks at you, dumbfounded, leaning on the bar with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"No, you’re not, no way," he says lowly, readjusting his stance and looking behind your shoulder at the men dispersed around the clubhouse. His jaw clenches in thought and a moment of silence passes between you two, layered among the unruly atmosphere throughout the single-floored building.

"Bucky, I can take care of myself-" you debate before being grabbed by the face.

"I know that," he states through his teeth, squishing your cheeks in his cold metal grab. "But there are people in this room that haven't gotten a chance to learn, yet. I'm only playing fair, Princess," he mutters condescendingly. You grab his metal wrist and throw it away from your face, letting the metal scrape your teeth through your bottom lip as you do so. He grips your wrist with an almost painful pressure and bores into your eyes sternly for a moment. A few people turn their heads to the commotion between you— nothing new— before he gives up and lets go.

The messages had been few and far in between, but still convincing nonetheless. According to the texts, Bucky had been captured by another rival gang and traded over to the Flag Smashers, with whom he was currently being held in a forest... with cell service, apparently. You had bickered with him for just short of 20 minutes over the pros and cons of running to his 'aid' with still no compromise. Your idea was that however many Flag Smashers were there could be picked off, leaving less work for you later on. It was a good plan-- had been done before.

Bucky turns, about to stomp off to wherever the hell it is he disappears to before you grab his side. Your maroon nails dig into his waist as you stare into his eyes with a death-stare, clawing him back to you. He turns his nose up and stares down at you, guessing what's going on in your head. He glances over at the men huddled around the pool table and the only working television before smirking and grabbing you by the scruff of the neck, dragging you down the hallway. Your feet struggle to keep up with his large strides as he slams the dorm door open and tosses you inside, kicking the door back shut behind him.

Honestly, you have no fucking idea how that door is still on its hinges.

Stumbling into the corner of the bed, you catch yourself on the dark wooden bed frame before heavy footsteps vibrate the floor currently digging into your knees, moving toward you. He grabs you by the hair and straightens your posture as he sits down onto the bed beside you, maneuvering you to be between his thighs.

He unbuttons his jeans— the same pair worn at least 4 days in a row— and unzips his fly, providing his fraction of a hard-on some relief before pulling his boxers down with his jeans just enough to provide you access to all you need. His part done, he sits back, resting on his elbows and watching you intently as you begin to stroke him. You swipe your thumb over his reddening tip as his cock hardens in your grasp, making him shudder. Content with his condition, you lean forward and strain to reach his dick with your mouth, just barely breathing on it. He chuckles and grabs you by the hair again, moving you out of the way as he shuffles forward a bit to be within reach of your mouth.

As soon as he releases your hair, you kiss your way up his thighs then up his shaft, leaving one soft kiss on his tip before taking him in your mouth. You close your lips around his tip and roll the bottom of your tongue along it before bobbing your head on him, taking more with each dive. You repeatedly drag your head up and down his now solid cock, tears sitting on your black-lined waterline waiting for an opportunity to drop. You gag and sputter on him as he pierces your throat with his tip, making the tears drop and leave streaks down your face. He groans deeply as you pick up the pace, bringing a hand up to the base of his shaft to help yourself out.

“Look at that pretty little face taking my cock,” he irks. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he guides you up and down his cock, growing close.

“Shit, baby,” he whispers before squeezing his eyes shut and relaxing back down onto his elbow, keeping his grip in your hair. You ease his cock out of your mouth and start to swirl your tongue around his tip faster, stroking his shaft a few times before taking him back down your throat. You swallow him eagerly as he ruts his hips up into your jaw, making you gag. Inky tears line the creases of your face as he holds your head still, fucking down your throat. You groan onto him as he stills and spills, blocking your airway. Once he’s done, he eases himself out of your face, leaving you a coughing and groaning mess.

“Fine,” he grants, wiping the tears of eyeliner off of your face with calloused fingers before standing, pulling up his pants, and leaving the room. You knew he’d say yes, blowjob or not, but insurance is a must-have. You watch him saunter out on the floor before climbing onto the bed and beginning to recollect yourself.

Friday, July 20th, 2024, 18:40

The black nail polish on your fingers is uneven— scratched away by the fingernails of your opposite hand as you ride impatiently in the van. Your torn jeans are littered with chips of the polish, likely to stick to them in the wash. Bucky watches your hands intently from beside you, pushing them down into your lap for the 2nd time in attempts to stop you from picking the manicure.

“Stop that.” he demands.

“Oh, fuck off,” you mutter, almost subconsciously as your mind is preoccupied with how to handle the situation waiting for you just up the road. You’re not in your subconscious for much longer afterwards— a stinging red mark developing on the side of your face.

“You don’t fucking talk to me like that.” Bucky spits. You hold the side of your face to soothe the point of the slap as you tuck your other hand between your thighs, hanging your head. He fixes a stray piece of hair on the side of your face, moved by the hit, before straightening his posture and leaning his head against the back of the van, closing his eyes.

“Seriously, Buck?” Birdie asks from across the van, his hands raised in expression. Bucky shifts his position a bit before responding with his eyes still closed.

“Mind your business, Samuel,” he says, irritation and his last nerve evident in his voice. Birdie looks to you with sincere eyes and you nod once, to tell him you’re fine. He looks uncomfortable as he fixes his vest, pulling the leather tighter around himself like a mother with her shawl drinking coffee on a balcony— likely named ‘Deborah’ or ‘Ashley’.

Thankfully the ride only lasts another 10 minutes as Cap’s Marvin Gaye CD finishes its third loop. You can’t see where the van parks but it’s clear upon exit that you’re in the forest clearing the texts specified. You all part ways, going to your planned positions before the arrival of the Flag Smashers. You’d agreed to meet for 7pm sharp, but the early bird gets the worm, right?

From where you’re standing in the center of the clearing, you can’t see a single one of your members, proving that they’ve been hidden well. Luckily, the Flag Smashers had the same idea, saving you the wait. A small red Sedan pulls up into the clearing first, followed by a white van that parks behind it, from which a combined 15 or so people exit and walk toward you.

“Evening,” you greet with a small smile. Karli doesn’t return the favour, instead sharing glances to her people. The vastly diverse group of people disperses around you, circling you entirely. Your heart rate remains steady throughout and you plan to play naive for as long as possible.

“Listen, I’m just here to get Bucky, guys,” you say— your voice shaking and eyes flickering. You waver in slow circles, eyeing out the number of people surrounding you. 17 total, including Karli. You have 7 men plus yourself, so could easily take them all out at once given the contrast in experience.

“Y’know, I really didn’t take you to be this dumb,” Karli starts. Every hero needs a monologue. “We don’t have your boy-toy, Princess, but we do have a shit ton of led just for you. Isn’t that so kind? To waste all these bullets on something like you?” she drags.

You stand completely still, watching as they all grab their weapons. The second their arms extend toward you, silenced bullets hit them dead-on and, not moments later, the rest of your crew jump from their positions and rush the rest. Voices shouting “on the ground!” and “get on your knees” merge together as magazines are removed from the Smashers’ weapons and hit the rubble of the ground. Every person opposing you is either tits-up in the dirt, or held at gunpoint with their hands up on their knees.

Every person but Karli, that is. The same Karli that's currently holding her gun out at you not even 10 feet away.

“Drop it, Karli,” you demand, pointing your gun at her— barrel trained on her forehead.

“You first,” she retorts, making you sigh. “We did nothing to you! You put a microphone in our bar, what else was I supposed to do?” her voice wavers as her grip grows shaky. You step closer to her and she cocks her gun in response. She seems so fragile like this, innocent, almost. But you knew otherwise.

“God, I’m really not in the mood for this,” you complain before lowering your gun to your side.

About to hash it out with her, an outlying gunshot rings through the trees, drawing everyone’s attention. You turn back to see a Flag Smasher standing behind the van, holding a gun pointed at a now collapsing Harley. You resurface your gun and shoot blindly at the assailant, landing the shot even in your distress. He drops to the ground limp as a noodle and you turn back to Karli.

Before you get the chance, Bucky swiftly maneuvers his weapon and shoots once at Karli’s leg. The shot goes directly through the flesh of her thigh, making her drop to the gravel with a scream. Once she’s on the ground, you crouch beside her and toss her gun aside.

“You stole from us first, hon,” you spit at her before looking at her leg where she’s pressing on the bleeding muscle. “It’s a flesh wound, you’ll be fine,” you say before standing back up and stepping on her thigh. She cries out a blood-curdling scream that pangs through your ears as you begin pacing toward Harley’s bleeding body.

With one glance at the hole that goes through his chest, you know he’s done. Taking a deep breath, you rise back to your feet calmly before pointing your gun and executing every person on their knees besides Karli— her, you need alive. Satisfied, you crouch back down with a huff and lean over the young man as he coughs and sputters blood. Fixing his hair, you tuck a piece of the fluffy locks behind his ear before giving him a small smile and walking back to the van.

“Get it organized. Make it look like a foreign hit.” you order, waving your hand behind your head before climbing into the van, sitting on the edge and swinging your feet outside the door as you watch your men begin to round up the bodies and organize them in the middle of the clearing. Boot-clad feet make their way to you across the gravel in wide strides, Bucky. He stops in front of you, hovering over your seated frame as he stares down at you. You ignore him, trying your best to concentrate on the men piling bodies as he pulls your chin upward and analyzes the mark across your face. You'd noticed a couple sideways stares from the others, you always notice them. You walk out of a room or, in this case, a van, with a fresh mark across your face, a bruise forming around your wrists, or maybe both, depending on the kind of day Bucky's having, and everyone stares at you observantly before Bucky walks out and practically beats his chest like a gorilla, spooking them all away.

He pulls your chin further, making you look up at him. When your eyes meet his, you see nothing but pride beginning to swell in his chest, evident in his subtle expression. You feel vulnerable beneath him and try your best to look menacing, like you're not crumbling to pieces beneath him, but he can see through it. He always sees through it. The crease between his eyebrows deepens as his signature smirk takes over his lips, shadowed eyes beaming through yours straight into to your mind.

"What?" he taunts condescendingly, faking a pout. "All you had to do was listen, doll.". Your eyes leave his and he sighs before taking a seat next to you on the edge. You sit in silence next to him, watching the men but not focusing on them. His gaze burns into the side of your face, a stone-cold expression sealing his features as he waits for you to slip up. And, to your dismay, you do. In a matter of minutes you peek from the corner of your eye in his direction, only to get your eyes ensnared in his vision. You can't look away, watching an expression of sorrow glaze over his features as he rests his head on his hand.

"Do you love me, doll?" he asks. You do love him; no matter what he does, you'll always be right next to him, bruised or not.

"Yes." you whisper, contemplating shuffling toward him. You love him, so why wouldn't you? Hesitantly, you scoot over into his side, burying the side of your face in his baggy grey t-shirt. The smell of his cold cologne mixed with smoke, oil, and liquor soothes your nerves as your distaste dissolves into his aura. The men organize the bodies into a shape, you observe.

A crown, one fit for a princess.

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[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 23

Part 23: Who Do You Trust?

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Words: 4.6k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mob crime families, activities, domestic violence, miscarriage, and infidelity. References to kidnapping, non-con, imprisonment, and threats. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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“Can’t sleep?”

Steve looked up to see Dyson in his doorway. A quick glance at his watch revealed it to be just after 3 AM. Raking a hand through his hair, Steve shook his head.

What happened just a few hours ago had him shaken. Hansen brought a group of mercenaries to his home while he was gone, while the heads of the five families were meeting over the discord in the ranks that he called. And he didn’t even make it to the meeting.

What was this? The fucking Godfather? The bastard worked for Barnes. And Barnes wasn’t even trying to hide his contempt for Steve’s leadership. It was a direct challenge, and it required a swift and harsh retaliation.

His wife was sleeping in his bed upstairs. Since he’d announced his intention to marry her, to claim leadership of the families, Clint had been shot. A shop on his turf had been hit hard. And now this.

“Hansen was here for her.” Steve was direct. “He came so close.”

The concern on his man’s face mirrored what Steve felt in his chest. The side of Dyson’s face was bruised, his arm in a sling from the attack earlier.

Motioning to the chair on the other side of his desk, Steve said, “Please, have a seat. You should be resting.”

Dyson waved him off. “I’ll be fine, boss.” Still, he slowly made his way to that chair and took a seat.

“I’m thinking we have rat in our ranks,” Steve said finally.

Dyson’s expression was grim. He nodded.

“Someone knew where to find Clint that night,” Steve pointed out.

“Yeah, but Clint wasn’t where he was supposed to be.” Dyson blew out an exhale. “And then this horrible fight your sister got into with her husband.”

Fight, by all accounts, was putting it mildly. Since Clint had been shot, Steve had kept him away from Nat. To protect them both. Maybe Nat was unhappy about that and picked a fight with Bruce. It wouldn’t be the first time. Maybe…

“You heard anything about that fight?” Steve asked. “Since I didn’t make it over there. Or to the meeting of for that matter.”

“You not making the meeting was Barnes’ intention,” Dyson said angrily. “But Barnes was there, and fuck knows what he said to the others.”

Barnes likely tried. Tony wouldn’t just buy it. Neither would Sam. Thor? He could honestly go either way.

When Steve didn’t have anything to add to that, Dyson shook his head. “I put Scott on it, but he didn’t hear much. Thing I don’t like? No one has really seen Nat since that fight.”

Steve considered that. “What do you mean? I’ve talked to her.”

“Unless it was by video chat, you haven’t seen her.”

“What are you saying?” Steve knew what the older man was insinuating. “Yeah, Bruce has a temper on him. But…”

“They haven’t fought like this since she fell that time,” Dyson threw out there.

Steve blew out his frustration. “We’ve talked about this,” Steve told him. “She was too close to the stairs, and she fell.”

Dyson eyed him skeptically. “You really believe that? She broke and arm, a leg. Lucky she didn’t break her neck. And the baby…”

Steve stopped him there. “Yes, it was awful and I all but threatened Bruce to tell me the truth about that. You know I did.”

Dyson nodded at that.

“And what if that baby wasn’t Bruce’s, huh?” Steve pointed out. “You ever thought about that?”

“Sure, I have,” Dyson told him. “Bruce knew about the pregnancy. If he really thought it was his, why would he have gotten in a fight like that with her? Why take the risk?”

It was plausible that Bruce might have thought that. But for him to go after Nat like that? He still struggled to believe that. Surely to God Bruce would know better than to lay hands on his sister.

Nat was headstrong and irrational when she was upset. She’d been dramatic since she was born.

Still, something felt off.

“I’ll go check on her today,” Steve finally said. “I’d very much appreciate it if you kept this away from my wife.”

“Oh, it’s too late for that,” Dyson explained. “Clint moped around through dinner and the start of poker night. Scott brought it up. I tried to steer them off topic, tell them to mind their own business. Scott shut up. Your wife doesn’t have to. She thinks your sister is being brutalized. Her words.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “That’s because Nat’s been in her ear. But we need to manage that better. The one time she disobeyed me and left this house was with Nat.”

Dyson nodded his agreement.

Rising from his chair, Steve went to pour himself a bourbon. “You don’t think Clint is a concern, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“If we have a rat,” Steve had to say it, “Clint certainly has a motive.”

Dyson snorted. “If Clint was going to turn on us, don’t you think he would have done it before now? Clint followed orders. You wanted him to break your sister’s heart? He did. You want him to go to Europe so you could marry her off to Bruce? He did. Clint’s on the up and up.”

Maybe Dyson was right. But Steve wished he could keep him the hell away from Nat. He’d been so sure that Bruce could make it work, to care for his sister in a way that she deserved. His sister deserved better than a cluttered three-room apartment and a soldier who might not live long.

“Then there’s Belova,” Steve said. But he knew as soon as he said it what was coming.

“No,” Dyson said flatly. “Forget about it.”

“Things escalated when she came on the scene,” Steve replied.

“She wasn’t here when Clint got shot,” Dyson was quick to say. “Pretty sure she was here in this house when the shop got hit.”

“She’s supposed to be protecting my wife at the wedding,” Steve pointed out. “Kat and Hansen both got to her. And last night?”

Dyson was already shaking his head. “Hansen’s a psychotic son-of-a-bitch who caught her off guard at the wedding.”

There was something Dyson wasn’t saying. How did Yelena know Hansen?

“And last night? My wife is the one who shot Hansen,” Steve told him, taking a sip of his drink as he stood there. “It scares the shit out of me. They were already after her because of who her father was. Because she’s mine. Now this?”

“Hey, they got the drop of me,” Dyson said meaningfully. “Only reason you didn’t find my dead ass out there last night was because of Yelena.”

“Maybe she covered you,” Steve told him. “But twice now Hansen’s got the drop on her. Hansen is who is coming for my wife with Barnes’ blessing. If Yelena can’t handle him, she can’t protect my wife.”

Dyson didn’t like that answer. Steve could almost hear his mind working as he walked back to the desk and sat down.

“If not for Yelena, your wife might be gone,” Dyson explained. “Who taught her to shoot, huh?”

Steve remembered the cuff mark on her thigh on their wedding night. “I don’t remember asking anyone to teach my wife how to use weapons.”

“You wouldn’t.” Dyson chuckled.

His man didn’t have to finish that sentence. Steve knew in a given mood his wife with a weapon could possibly spell bad news for him down the road.

“Did you know?”

Shaking his head, Dyson held his gaze. “No.”

“I’m just supposed to accept someone teaching my wife to use a gun and God knows what else?” Steve wanted to know. “She got lucky last night. If she’d missed him, my wife would be gone, and we’d be having a different talk.”

Dyson gave him a look. “You think Yelena came up with that by herself? Think about it. Or did your wife ask her to show her some things?”

While Dyson just might be right, Steve wasn’t going to admit to that. “Belova is here on trial. I’ll be talking to her in the next day or so.”

“Talk to her,” Dyson told him. “She’ll listen. But you try and end that arrangement and it will be a full-on war with your wife.”

Steve knew it too. Still, there was something else he wanted to bring up.

“Yelena brought a woman here,” Steve reminded him. “Now, I’m told she was here to do my wife’s nails. But Neal said she looked familiar. He just couldn’t place her. You know anything I don’t?”

“What?” Dyson shook his head. “That woman was a beautician. I did the security check myself.” Dyson chuckled at that. “What do you think a cosmetologist is going to do?”

“Why did Neal recognize her?”

Dyson was still grinning. “How the fuck should I know? Neal is an uptight kiss ass. I’ve never liked him.”

“He’s a good man,” Steve replied.

“He’s a prick,” Dyson told him. “You want to look for rats, you might take a closer look at him.”

Steve realized that Dyson didn’t like Neal. But no one else had a problem with him and he’d proven himself over the last two years.

“How about Scott?” Steve asked.

Dyson side-eyed him. “Really?”

“How is Yelena?” Steve wanted to get off the topic.

The old man’s expression eased. “She’s concussed. But she’ll be okay according to doc. She just needs to take it easy for a couple of days. We’ve doubled security anyway.”

Holding up his hands, Steve didn’t take that on. “Fine. But I’ll be keeping a closer eye on her.”

***

You woke up at just after seven and you were alone. It felt strange as you stretched, sat up. Normally Steve woke you around five in ways that you had come to enjoy. Once he was done, you usually went back to sleep for a while. But today he was gone.

Then the night before all came back to you. The attack on the house. Hansen.

Scrambling to get a shower and get dressed, you were on a mission. Luca was surprised to see you burst into his kitchen the way you did. At first. But you asked him if he could get breakfast ready for Dyson and Yelena, planning to take it to them on trays.

“Dyson’s up already, he just left with Steve,” Luca explained.

“Who went with them?” you had to ask about security. Especially with everything that happened last night.

Luca pulled a face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he finally muttered. “There was some disagreement on who was going with them. Clint ended up going. But Scott and Neal are still here with us.”

“Steve’s going to check on Nat.” Pulling down a glass, you went for the orange juice in the kitchen. “That fight was bad then.”

Luca chuckled. “I know you didn’t see your old man all that much. And that was stupid on his part. But you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. Just like he did.”

Which was Luca’s way of confirming your suspicions. Okay then.

Pouring yourself some juice, you smiled. “Thank you. It’s just… I didn’t choose this life. But it’s mine now so I’m going to learn it.”

“I don’t doubt you,” he said, getting ingredients.

“Where’s Yelena?”

“Must still be in bed,” the cook went on. “I haven’t seen her.”

“She’s really okay?”

“Concussion,” Luca told her.

“Bastard,” you mumbled, hating Hansen. You didn’t know what happened between her and Hansen in the past. Yet another secret from the past that could come back and bite all of you in the ass. You decided then and there to see if she would tell you what happened there.

“So I’ll get on that breakfast for her.”

You hugged him. “Thank you.”

Luca always had a pot of coffee on. You poured a cup for Yelena. You knew she liked caramel, so you flavored It for her, grabbed a saucer, and headed for the stairs.

You apparently weren’t the only one heading for Yelena’s room. You saw Neal before he saw you and he stopped.

Schooling his expression, he said, “Were you looking for someone, Mrs. Rogers?”

“No. Were you?”

There it was. That impatient smirk. You’d seen it before at the hospital.

“I was just checking on Belova,” he explained benignly.

Yelena had a good rapport with Luca, Clint, and Scott. She put her best face on whenever your husband was in the vicinity. But Neal? You’d never seen them interact now that you thought about it.

“I’ve got it,” you told him. “But thanks.”

“You don’t need to trouble yourself with this,” he was curt. “It’s not your job to look after those of us who work for your husband.”

Oh. Oh. Did he really just talk down to you?

“It is if I want it to be,” you informed him. You couldn’t help it, but your anger rose. Things were already tense, so it didn’t take much. “I’ve never seen you and Yelena talk. It just struck me as odd.”

Oh, that pissed him off. You watched color seep up from the crisp white collar of his shirt.

“Maybe she wouldn’t be injured, Mrs. Rogers, if you hadn’t interfered.” Neal squared up a little, tall as Steve he towered over you. “More people could end up hurt if you continue playing a game that you’re not suited for.”

“I’m new to all of this,” you said slowly, glaring back at him. “It’s true. But I’m not so new that I think I need advice on any aspect of my life from a soldier. Are we clear?”

A muscle at the man’s jaw jumped. It took a minute, but he finally said, “Yes, Mrs. Rogers.”

You shook your head. Who did he think he was?

You waited until he went back the way he came, out of sight, before you tried the door. It was unlocked. You hoped Yelena was okay with you just letting yourself in. You were quiet, trying not to wake her with a start.

As it was, she was already up, scribbling furiously on a notepad on her lap. When her gaze met yours, you saw her tears.

“I brought you coffee,” you told her with a smile. “Are you okay?”

Her face crumbled then, and she buried her face in her hands, sobs shaking her entire body.

You hustled over, placing the coffee on her bedside table with care. It was hot. Then you took a seat on the edge of her bed.

“Yelena,” you told her. “I’m so sorry about your concussion. How do you feel?”

“Like a failure,” she told you.

Wrapping her up in your arms, you held her there. Your gaze drifted to the notepad she’d been writing on. All you had to do was skim the first couple of lines she’d written to realize it was a resignation.

Easing back from her, you made her look at you. “Yelena, we need to talk.”

Stoically, she tried to get a grip on herself. The tears continued to slide down her face and it was a struggle for her to meet your gaze.

“We do,” she said in a shaking voice. “And I accept responsibility for what happened last night. I will… leave today and –”

“What are you talking about? You’re not resigning. I need you,” you assured her.

“You could have been taken or killed,” Yelena’s voice was heavy with self-directed anger.

“But I wasn’t.” You watched her swipe at her tears. “I’m still here.”

“I froze,” she muttered. “I—”

“But I didn’t,” you went on. “Thanks to you.”

Shaking her head, she still looked miserable. “You may want me to stay. But if I don’t resign, your husband will insist I go.”

“Let him try,” you explained. “I’ll go with you.”

Still, your friend looked despondent.

“Yelena, don’t worry about your position here. You won’t lose your position. I promise you that. But I need to know what happened,” you said carefully. “You have a history with Hansen. And I’m not judging you. But—”

Now she looked afraid. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. You were about to try and change the subject when she blew out an exhale.

“I know what he said but he… was never my ex,” she said slowly. “I don’t think of him that way.”

Dread flooded your heart at those words. If he wasn’t her ex, what had happened?

“My father worked for Steve’s father, before I was born,” she explained.

You nodded, listening.

“Hansen, is just a little older than your husband,” Yelena continued. “He didn’t have family connections to our world, but he wanted to be part of it very badly. He is ambitious. From what I’m told, he wasn’t well liked when he started out. Your father wasn’t even willing to give him a chance. For a long time, the best he did was take odd jobs he got from the Starks. Things no one else wanted to do.”

You had a bad feeling about her part in this story, but you didn’t say anything.

“When I was small, the feds came after the families in a big way,” she went on. “Another soldier Hansen frequently worked with was gunned down. Hansen survived. Barely. My father and another soldier found him there in the street and they took him in, saved his life.”

You could tell from the tempest of pain and fear in her face that she wished the story had ended there and differently.

“He fooled my father who took him under his wing,” Yelena explained. “He got him on with your husband's family. Once Hansen physically recovered, he demonstrated who he really was. He was ambitious and cruel. Whatever it took to get the job done, he did it. My father was pretty brutal, but Hansen’s tactics didn’t sit well, even with him. Or Dyson. Still, regular as clockwork, he’d visit us. Every month, he’d come to our house to have dinner and catch up with my father. He’d ask my father to tell him stories about his life, fed his ego.”

More tears. You reached for her hand as she struggled to continue her story. She let you.

“By then, my mother had passed, and my brother was always out with his friends. I’d beg him to let me go to a friend’s house,” Yelena told you. “To go anywhere. But he insisted I stay and cook them dinner. It would be good for me to learn, my father said. He meant for me to marry someone in the business, just like you.”

That explained why she wanted to help you. But Yelena became a soldier. And you were about to hear how that happened.

“My father didn’t notice the way he’d leer at me,” she went on. “The minute my father’s back was turned, or he left the room, Hansen was focused on me. It made my skin crawl. I even tried to explain this to my father, but he’d shake his head. ‘Hansen knows you’re not for him,’ he’d tell me. ‘He wouldn’t dare try anything with you because he’d have to deal with me,’ he’d say. And that was true.”

Oh, God.

“That last year of my father’s life, my brother went off to college,” Yelena went on. “He went to Julliard. My father was so proud that he would be a great musician. A cellist. I wanted him to be proud of me. I did well in school. I wanted to be out there in the world, like my brother. My father instead planned to marry me off because he knew he didn’t have long. He would try to introduce me to young soldiers he worked with.”

You shook your head. What was wrong with these men?

“Hansen was furious,” Yelena explained. “On top of those damned monthly dinners, he started showing up outside my school and my job. He’d scare off anyone who tried to talk to me at my father’s bidding. After that, I was afraid to talk to any other boys who were interested in me. I was afraid he’d hurt them.”

Yelena had been way too young to be afraid like that. Like you, she hadn’t had a chance.

“When my father passed? Hansen…” A sob cut her off. “Hansen moved into our house and he… took me. I haven’t heard from my brother since the funeral, nor any other people in my family, since then. He must have threatened them… he must have…”

Your heart broke at the story she told. She’d just been a girl at the mercy of a psychotic brute. You held her, let her cry it out. Yelena was choking on her tears.

You were choking back fury. The same young woman had protected you, helped guide you. Regardless of what the bastard had done to her, he didn’t completely break her. Yelena was strong.

Still, you swore to yourself you would make him pay.

“You survived him,” you whispered, your own tears pooling in your eyes. “You got away from him.”

Yelena eased away, nodded. The sliver of pride that had her chin rising gave you hope.

“I was his prisoner for over a year,” she said finally. “I didn’t leave the house. I didn’t speak to anyone. I had no access to a phone, to any media. I thought I was going to die.”

“You didn’t.”

“I didn’t,” Yelena said like she still had to convince herself. “One day he came back from a job, and he was badly beaten up. I was able to overpower him. I got out.”

“Can I ask you something?” When she nodded, you went on. “You stayed here, in Boston. Why? Why didn’t you go anywhere else? You could have disappeared.”

“He would have found me,” she said simply. “He wouldn’t have stopped until he did. When he wants something, he’s the most ruthless person you’ve ever encountered. There was only one place where I could go and be safe. I had to be protected by one of the families.”

You felt sick. Really?

“But not as a wife,” you offered.

“No, I’m not suitable for that now,” she explained. “But after what I went through, using sex to meet my goals didn’t seem so unreasonable. I hooked up with a soldier in the Wilson family. It wasn’t a relationship. He wanted sex. I wanted someone to teach me. I learned the basics from him. After he pointed me in the right direction, I did the rest on my own. I became a soldier.”

“Oh, my God,” you muttered.

“My relationship wasn’t enough to protect me on its own. So I moved around a lot, couch surfed,” she went on. “Dyson knew me because he and my father both worked for the Rogers family. I ran into him one night and... He helped me get jobs here and there. He let me stay at his house when I needed it."

You must have made a face at that.

"He was living with you," she told you. "Dyson has a home. Apparently, he chooses to live here to keep an eye on you."

That thought had you smiling. Dyson was the closest thing you actually had to a father.

"He got me the gig at your wedding.”

And you were so grateful for that.

“When you offered me this,” she said slowly, “you didn’t realize that you saved me.”

You smiled through your own tears. “We are saving each other.”

“It’s the best life I can have now.”

“You can’t say that,” you told her. “You could be anything you wanted, Yelena. You could be happy one day. Maybe even find someone who cares about you.”

“No one would want me now,” she said bitterly. “I’m scarred, damaged.”

That son-of-a-bitch. Whatever he’d done to her had been awful. You didn’t need to have that explained to you.

But he would pay.

“But I promise,” Yelena told you. “As long as I live, I will not let him do to you what he did to me.”

“I believe you.” You meant it. “And I’m really hoping you’ll stay by my side. I need you.”

“It may not be our choice.”

You didn’t miss her meaning.

“It will be my choice,” you assured her. “Don’t worry about that. Right now, rest. Luca is making your breakfast right now.”

She shook her head. “You’re taking care of me. That’s not how it’s supposed to go.”

“Fuck tradition,” you told her. You tore off the page she’d been writing on and ripped it in half. “I could care less how any of this is supposed to go. Now rest.”

***

Bucky smiled when Katerina opened the door of her apartment, showing off her assets in a barely-there negligee. The deep plum color flattered her. The painted smile she flashed had him looking forward to the evening ahead.

As he walked in, he saw there were artfully placed candles to set the mood. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air. There was a sumptuous charcuterie board with wine and glasses waiting for him, as she led him to the sofa.

“I missed you,” Kat promised him, her dark eyes sparkling.

Did she? Or was it her allowance that he continued after Rogers broke off from her?

It didn’t really matter. Bucky had plenty of money and Kat had something valuable to offer him in addition to sex. And the sex was pretty fantastic.

Bucky sank down onto her couch, letting her take a seat in his lap. She grinned to feel his hardness beneath her. Her slender hands slid up around his neck and she kissed his mouth with care and finesse.

Ending the kiss, he blew out an exhale. There was a little bit of business to attend to first.

“What’s on your mind, lover?” Kat asked sweetly.

Grinning, Bucky pulled his phone from his pocket. Hansen had sent him the picture an hour or so ago.

The smile faded from Kat’s face as she looked over the picture of the girl looking fearfully at the camera.

“I don’t want to see her.” She was pouting.

“Take a closer look,” Bucky bid her. “She’s not who you think.”

Kat looked at him in confusion. Then she really studied the picture. “Who? Who is she?”

“She’s nobody special to you,” he explained. “But she is missing.”

“Aside from the fact that she looks like her,” she wouldn’t say Mrs. Rogers, “why does she matter?”

“She works in a local donut shop,” Bucky told her as he pocketed his phone. “I need you to make sure your sister knows that. I want her to make sure Bruce Banner knows that.”

A smile slowly curved those sensuous lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I can do that.”

“But you want something?” Bucky wondered if she knew how easy she was to read.

Kat nodded, her long glossy curls catching the light. “I want to know why.”

That was the best part. And if Kat were going to continue helping him burn down Steve Rogers’ life, well, he decided he really should tell her something.

“Well, the last mission I sent you on worked spectacularly,” Bucky told her with a grin, brushing a kiss over her bare shoulder. “Apparently Mr. and Mrs. Banner had quite a fight.”

“Why does that matter?” she asked, very interested in the answer.

Bucky brushed another kiss over her neck. “It matters because the girl in that picture worked in a shop on Steve’s turf. Her older sister was best friends with Natasha in college. That should push Steve’s sister deeper into her current hysteria.”

The smile was brilliant now. “You’re pulling his entire world apart, aren’t you lover?”

“That’s the plan.” Bucky continued to press kisses to her warm skin. “To show him there’s no one I can’t reach. That no one around him is safe. Not the people he’s supposed to protect. Not his sister. Not his men… Not his new bride.”

The pout was back. “You should have taken her, not that girl.”

Hansen had come pretty close.

Bucky kissed those pouty lips. “In time,” he whispered against them.

@valsworldofcreativity

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[antvnger]

Rewatching the dark knight and realizing how one of the bad guys looks awfully a lot like Kurt...

That’s…

That looks like Kurt. That’s so weird!

#ask scott lang #scott lang #ant-man #indoraptorgirlwind #kurt #david dastmalchian #the dark knight #ant man #antman

[jkeefer-collection]

KUBOR WEARING SERIES 05 | DISCONNECT IN PARIS | SHOT BY ELLIS SCOTT

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[whatithinkaboutdarkshadows]

Episode 478: Carried on the wind

Soap operas usually have multiple more or less independent storylines going simultaneously. Dark Shadows had trouble keeping that up, usually having an A story with all the action and a B story that never got off the ground and eventually dried up altogether. Now, in the spring of 1968, they have several equally dynamic arcs going at once. As a result, today’s episode is a bit of a jumble, as we…

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[thelastharbinger]

Ryan Bergara's 1 second cameo with no speaking parts is the best part of the new Ant-Man movie (not even by a long shot) right after the lokius date post-credit scene ofc

Oh, um, spoliers!

#give me loki season 2 dammit! #but also...am i wrong in saying quantumania is thor dark world level bad #like she was bad. in a the writing is so cringe that its almost funny how entertainingly bad it is #let me write the dialogue for these films bc seriously #also ryan being in-universe besties with scott lang makes so much sense to me like good job marvel #you get (1) #ant man and the wasp quantumania #ryan bergara #lokius #watcher #quantumania

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE SCOTT LANG HEADCANONS

Scott loves you for who you are like even if you're a softie or a baddie, he's HELLA grateful for even giving him a place in your wonderful life and making him your friend. But one thing is for sure, he's really good at making people feel sorry for him especially you. He is DAMN good at manipulating people and can pull the UNO Manipulation card like no one's business. He honestly needs an Academy Award for his making people feel guilty tactics and manipulation

He's also kind of a worshipper who will love everything about you and will go on and on of how much you mean to him and how wonderful and kind and amazing you are. And if you helped him with something a year ago or something like that, he'll STILL be pulling it up, thanking you so much you'll eventually get fed up but he's crafty. There's a motive even behind complimenting you every single day too. And this man's M.O here is to get rid of any negative thoughts you might be having about him. If you do, he'll be really hurt and you wouldn't exactly want to hurt the person who's so close to you and comforts you when you need it right?

He will go out of his way to help you so he feels like you OWE him something. He doesn't just want the credit, along with feeling proud AF for helping you out, he also wants you to depend on him for things later on in the future. And besides, you're going to be his future lover soon, what good will he be if he doesn't lend a helping hand to his darling angel?

He'll offer to take you out for dinner or something like that and you can't possibly say no or else you're conscience literally won't let you sleep that night telling you how much he helped you and yet you say no and how ungrateful you're being and all that. So, you'll of course have to say yes and again, this is a part of Scott's masterplan to have you for himself and ONLY HIM. Later on he'll confess to you and you'll obviously say yes. For a few months or so, you both will have a normal happy relationship till you start seeing his true colors and obsessive yandere tendencies for you and he'll start filling your pretty head with doubts

Like at first he'll be telling you to move in with him. The world is a dark dangerous place these days and he's just being caring, why would you think something else? So you not suspecting any malice and darkness behind his intentions towards you will accept and within a few weeks you'll be living with him. But he won't make you do anything, he'll do everything for you from washing the dishes to doing the laundry and dusting the shelves. He doesn't want you to exhaust yourself and seeing him work so hard around the house will tug your heartstrings and you'll eventually pitch in to help which of course, he'll be over the moon and soaring in glory and bliss

Then one fine day, he'll finally tell you to quit your job since he's already doing everything for you and he can't stand seeing you so tired after you come home from work every single day. He might be a manipulative little sneak but hey, at least he cares for you

Now, slowly you'll be cut off from the outside world and pretty soon, you'll find out that he's been stalking you before you've started dating him. And when you confront him about it, he'll just say that it was to make sure you were safe and to protect you and BAM! You'll be knocked out within the speed of lightning and the next thing you know, you'll be waking up tied to the bed which he finds a bit arousing but he'll control himself

He loves cuddling and any form of affection with you. He enjoys your warmth and putting his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck or chest. He likes showing affection to you and spoiling you and worshipping you. Man here literally worships the ground you walk on and will give you everything you ask for except your freedom of course, that goes without saying

Now when it comes to punishments, he might get a little 'physical' like he might slap you not too hard though and he'll tie you to the bed and do stuff you most probably won't like. He really HATES he DOES but if that's what it takes to make you behave good with him then so be it. When it comes to rivals, he'll be the most merciless and cruel person on the planet. He'll be like that psychotic Greek Emperor Nero and Satan COMBINED and makes Hitler looks like a character from Scooby Doo. He'll have his own time torturing them till he finally says he'll let them go if they won't tell anyone and just when they're about to try crawling away from groaning and wincing in pain, he'll shoot them with a gun through their head Jason Blossom style

If you think he'd being bad to you, he can show you very well JUST how bad he can be and believe me, you do NOT need him to go further into his dark side

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[legends-and-savages]

Tag Dump

#Curious Little Freedom Fighter {Visage} #c;; Cassie Lang #h;; Cassie Lang #Cassie things #Pym Particles and Converse {Wardrobe} #v; Want My Family Back {Snap} #v; Trying to Do Something that Matters {Quantumania} #Always Comes Back for Me {Cassie and Scott} #A Light in the Dark {Cassie and Maggie} #Just Like Her Stepmother {Cassie and Hope} #Read All HIs Journals {Cassie and Hank} #spoilers #ant man spoilers #gif tw #I mean who is surprised at this point?

[lokisgoodgirl]

Be Mine [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A morning meeting has an unexpected twist. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smutty. Avenger!Loki x Female Reader. Questionable flirting techniques. (w/c 2.8k)

The muscle at the side of Loki’s jaw flexed. He swallowed; an achingly glacial bob of his Adam’s apple making you want to claw your eyes out.

For some inexplicable reason he had opted to wear full leathers to today’s briefing.

It was seven nineteen in the AM. Thor was sporting a muscle vest boasting not one but three stains of varying complexity and a pair of shorts which left little to the imagination. Scott was wearing his dressing gown.

The rest of the team hung off chairs and flopped on the table in various states of undress. Steve stood at the head of the room as usual; prim and fresh in a crisp button-down and perfectly creased chinos.

“So what we’re seeing here,” Steve said, turning to the group from the Powerpoint, “is an up-tick in biological experiments-”

His eyes narrowed while they roamed over the doodling, distracted and hungover band sprawled around the table. “Lang.” he snapped. “Close your legs; there are ladies present.’

Scott shuffled up his seat, drawing the dressing gown down over his knees while mumbling apologies. A low rumble of mirth circled the room, but Loki’s gaze never left the Captain’s.

The curve of his dark lashes swept upward, features set in performative rapture. Loki's facial expression hadn’t changed as the scene unfolded, but for a miniscule twitch of his lip. Usually the two of you would exchange a few eye rolls; a few knowing smiles during a particularly turgid monologue about shoe storage post-mission...but not today. Today he hadn't even looked at you.

Steve sighed. He extended a finger and pushed his retractable pointer down to a stub. Pacing to the table, he dropped his head, laying his palms flat. When he looked up, disappointed-dad energy was thick in his eyes. “Folks, this just won’t do.” he said.

Natasha’s sunglasses slid down her nose. Scott crossed his legs making the swivel chair knock into Wilson and waking him up. The Falcon’s arms flew wide on instinct, whacking Tony in the chest. “Jesus Christmas-” Tony snorted, blinking wildly. “It was a party.” Natasha drawled, pushing the sunglasses back in place with disdain. “Maybe if you’d stayed after the cake you’d have those tight panties of yours in less of a spick, Rogers.”

“That’s Captain Rogers.” he snapped. “We’re on the clock.” “Calm down, Rogers.” Tony said, cresting his fingers. He was remarkably chipper for a man with whipped cream crusted in his hairline. “You’re all sitting on my clock. Remember that.”

Steve flushed scarlet. His eyes narrowed as Tony’s smirk grew.

“All I’m saying is it’s a sorry day when Laufeyson is the star pupil. Look at him!” Steve said, gesturing incredulously at Loki who remained in position; back straight, chin up. But now, one eyebrow arched. “All of you lot in your skivvies and Laufeyson’s in full dress?” Steve shook his head. “I fail to see the humour, Rogers.” Loki said. “Why is it so surprising that I come to our daily summons dressed thus? Certainly I have never presented myself in a tragic towelling monstrosity like Lang here.” “There was that one time with the silk nightie.” Sam whispered to Scott. Scott covered his mouth.

“A silk robe.” Loki snapped.

“Usually you only bring out the Asgardian shit when you’re brown-nosing. Or when you’ve done something shifty.” Natasha said, propping her chin up with a fist. You bet her eyes are closed. Wanda nodded behind her Starbucks.

“Or trying to impress someone,” the witch said. Natasha waved a finger in agreement. “Sexually.” Wanda added.

Loki released a scandalised snort. “How dare you.” he said. Leather creaked against his biceps as he folded his arms.

Beneath the table, your thighs squeezed together. The only thing hotter than Loki in leather, was an indignant Loki in leather. You suddenly became very aware of your quickened breaths making the buttons of your blouse strain. The god’s eyes darted to the side, meeting yours. “What?” he snarled. “Nothing.” you squeaked, swallowing. An awkward silence hung in the room. The scent of stale vodka suddenly seemed very strong. Steve sighed.

“Let’s call it for this morning-” he said, immediately met with muted hisses of celebration around the table. He patted down the air. “Rescheduled for this afternoon. Thirteen-hundred sharp. Wear clothes.” Approval turned to whines and hushed curses as chairs were swivelled and aching bodies shifted. “Unbelievable.” Loki snarled under his breath.

You watched out the corner of your eye as he stood; the flat of his iron stomach inches from your face. The scent of rich leather filled your nostrils while Loki’s fingers nipped beneath the hem of his tunic, tugging it down. He flipped the length of his cape with a sniff. You saw it swirl around his boots briefly as he stepped towards the window, clasping his hands behind his back.

Taking your time, you picked up each piece of carefully laid stationary at your seat. One by one, the rest of the team left the room. Steve was last, his hand hovering on the door handle while he shot you a wary look. As a parting gift, he opened the door wider. “You didn’t stay late?” Loki’s voice was a thick hum in the growing silence. His tone, inscrutable. “Huh?” “At the party.” he said. “You didn’t stay late.”

This time it wasn’t a question. “I usually head off when Thor starts making passes at everyone. I didn’t see you. Were you there?” “He did that?” Loki bristled. “To you?” There was a pause. “To everyone.” you repeated quietly. Loki’s shoulders stiffened. His fingers twitched, thumb digging into one exposed palm behind his back. He was still staring out the window.

“I’ll see you later.” you said, nerves fluttering in your belly. The god’s hair shortened as his chin dipped. You wondered how it would feel to wind those dark strands through your fingers as you rode him. Wondered how the grunts and signs and pretty curses from his lips would sound wet in your ear.

“No.” Loki said. “Excuse me?” “No,” he repeated.

You steadied against the table-top with the pads of your fingertips. Small stars began to burst in your field of vision. “I think the leather looks goo-good,” you stammered. And you didn’t know why.

The thought of him barring the exit of enemies in far flung realms using only that voice barged through the doors of your imagination with the force of a horny caveman. If that was the last sarcastic quip they heard, by god, you imagined they may just have died happy. And hard.

“It looks good.” you repeated, no more than a whisper. Loki turned his head. The sharp profile came into view at a glacial pace. First the peaked tip of his chin, then the slant of his regal nose, then the harsh peak of his cheekbone, then his eyes. Your ass met the table-top with a stumble. There was a small crease between his eyebrows. “Bold of you to make another jest without your compatriots around you, Agent.” he said. Across the short distance between you, venom dripped from his tongue; his hackles raised. “I wasn’t joking,” you said quietly as his gaze fell to your feet with a sneer. The quick breaths that made your buttons strain were back. Loki’s rising stare lingered on your breasts, a small smile tweaking at the corner of his mouth. Words tripped from your lips, forcing their way from behind your teeth. “I like it.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed. He turned fully with a ceremonial flourish, the hands clasped behind his back moving to the front and rippling his leather and silken cloak. It fluttered.

“Is that so?” he purred darkly. He didn’t believe you.

You imagined how this is how a rabbit felt in the eyeline of a fox. To look away was to admit weakness, vulnerability. It meant death. And yet – it was the only chance to escape. But did you want to escape? Not really. You wanted to feel the sharp of his teeth fasten to your neck as he sucked and bit and made violent love to every inch of you.

You nodded, not breaking eye-contact. Loki inhaled sharply, chin tilting up as he did so.

His eyes wandered over grim foam tiles as though an enemy lurked beyond the suspended ceiling. They narrowed, darting back and forth. With a thundering heart, you noted one of his heavy boots rise from the floor. He paced forwards slowly, ceremonially, stopping inches from you. Your fingers curled tight around the table’s edge, the messy in your panties beneath the skirt becoming intolerable. Loki cleared his throat. “Am I to understand, contrary to common rhetoric, that you find my Asgardian leathers enticing; Agent?” “I think ‘enticing’ is a little grandiose, is it not?” you laughed, cringing at the way you so easily mirrored his speech. Loki noticed it too. He tilted his head. “I am nothing if not grandiose, Agent.” Loki said. “Am I not impressive? Am I not imposing?”

He trailed a long finger down your bicep, his touch light as a feather. “So often, you mortals use such words as insult.” he mused.

“It is merely a reflection on your own feelings of inferiority. This morning is a perfect example. An attempt at ridicule to deflect from their own pathetic presentation. Each one more bedraggled and an abject embarrassment to their purpose than the last.” Heat began to rise in your cheeks as his finger drifted along your collarbone. There was a pause, his eyes dropping to your lips before the finger brushed the skin at the hollow of your neck. It graced upwards, tracing the curve and stopping beneath the tip of your chin. “But not you.” he said.

The god’s eyes snapped to yours. His cheekbones hollowed under fluorescent lights, mischief glowing from the depths of his irises and painted in every light wrinkle on his brow.

“What else do you like, Agent?” he goaded softly. “Do you like the idea of what lies beneath these leathers?” You swallowed thickly. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Loki-” you said, glancing towards the open door. He followed your eyes, rolling his own. With a flick of his hand the door slammed shut. “I want you,” he breathed, leaning closer so that the heat of his cheek warmed your own, “to tell me what else you like.”

You bit your lip, watching his beautiful face come back into view. With a prang, the thought occurred that perhaps you were not the rabbit after all. Perhaps you were the fox. Loki’s gaze lingered on your face, searching it.

Emboldened, you found the words. “Why should I?”

His brows peaked softly. He released a muted sigh, pursing his lips. “As much as I am loathe to admit it, Romanoff was right.” he said. The hand tilting your chin upwards returned to its mate, clasped against the leather tunic. “I was trying to impress someone, but not that insufferable Rogers.”

He raised his eyebrows.

Excitement blossomed deep in your belly; rising like shaken soda and fizzing around your chest. Loki bit his bottom lip.

“You see, Agent, I like you very much. And I’m afraid that now it has reached the juncture where I must know if you like anything about me...beyond my exquisite taste in battle armour.”

The change in his demeanour was so dramatic that you could only gape. But when it came to Loki, could you expect anything less? Without thinking you reached forward and grasped the belt slung over his chest, pulling him forward.

Loki’s mouth clashed with yours, the heat of his lips giving way to the thrust of his tongue. Your hands slid over his metal epaulettes, tangling in ebony waves that cascaded around his shoulders. He tasted like heaven, the scent of him deep and dangerously delicious in a way you’d never known. A scent a girl could lose herself in forever; gladly.

In seconds your back was flat against the table, its cool wood harsh against the heat of your skin through the blouse. Loki’s ravenous kiss consumed you, licking and dancing inside your mouth like a man possessed. His shallow moans ricocheted between slurps of his lips, wetness coating them.

“Tell me, you infuriating woman,” he panted as a thick forearm landed on the wood beside your head. The metal vambrace clanged against cheap wood. Saliva hung between your mouths as he stared deep into your soul; blue eyes darkening. “Tell me what you like.”

“About you?” you panted. Loki didn’t nod, only lowered his chin.

His nose nudged at your lips, dragging upwards, tongue tracing around the bottom one. He had begun to smile. One of his legs nudged your thighs wider. The god straightened and you felt a thrill run from your scalp to the tips of your dangling toes. He towered above like a monolith, leather tight to his rectangular body. Hair fell around his jaw, perfectly imperfectly wolfish curls flirting against his skin. His cape brushed against your bare calves as he shifted his stance, palms sliding up your thighs and pushing your skirt higher. “Yes; I like the idea of what’s beneath all this,” you whined as you pawed at his leather-clad stomach. It was so hard. Loki smirked, watching beneath half-lidded eyes. “I think about fucking you in the showers after training,” you whispered bashfully as your hips thrust up against your will. Loki raised an eyebrow. “More...” he rumbled. “I think about you all the time. All the awful things I want to do to you, y-you do to me- Loki, uhh-”

His hands crept higher as you spoke, fingers hooking around the hips of your panties. “If I pull these down, darling” he said with an air of reprimand, “will they be wet?” You let out a gasping moan, back arching against the table.

“Excellent.” Loki snickered, pulling the panties down the length of your legs before stepping back between them.

A hand flew to your mouth as you watched one long finger dip between your thighs, running lightly between your folds. He brought it to his lips, sucking gently. His cheekbones hollowed, finger slipping out. He swallowed with a groan of appreciation.

Loki settled himself between your legs, pushing them wider. The height of the table pressed your dripping centre against his crotch. You thought you might explode. His palms slid up your waist, exploring the curves of your body while your legs wrapped around his hips. The god’s cock pressed eagerly against the leather, strong and thick up the centre. His forearms came down at either side of your head, metal wrist-guards clinking.

“I will show you what it is to be mine,” he murmured in your ear.

Loki’s cock settled against your sex, rubbing in perfect gyration. “Oh...god,” you gasped as the weight of his body pressed against your own.

Fingers combed up from the base of his neck, tangling in his hair. The next moment, they grasped around his back, pulling him closer, catching in the folds of his cloak which draped across your bodies. The god grunted filthy praises in your ear as his bound manhood sent electric currents of pleasure deeper than you’d ever known. His searching lips found their way to your neck, your jaw. Every utterance from his throat more disgustingly sensual than the last. Hot leather filled your nostrils, the scent of him strong and intoxicating. Mounting orgasm bubbled in waves, a dream-like trance broken only with whispered groans of pleasure from your throats. Loki Laufeyson was about to make you cum. The thought was unbelievable. And yet, your pussy being tugged and massaged and owned by his leather-bound cock into the throes of heaven knew it to be true. Dry-humped like a teenager in the back of a pick-up.

“Be mine...” Loki mumbled breathlessly, a strangled choke gasping from deep in his chest. He immediately dove for a perishing kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it with a wet suck. He smouldered down.

Against the bright lights, his dark halo shone; tendrils curling against your cheek and brushing with every calculated roll of his hips. Every muscle in your body tensed. Your legs tightened against his hips.

“Be mine,” he echoed. His face was twisted, and you suddenly wondered how close he was to cumming in those beautiful leather pants. “Loki-” you gasped, clutching at his cape. Back arching, the last thing you heard as climax stormed your brain were the matching pants of the god. The last thing you saw were his peaked brows above dilated pupils so deep you could drown in them.

In the afterglow, all you could manage were garbled phrases as your forearm draped over your eyes. “That was...unexpected.” you panted when the god’s weight lifted from your chest. “Perhaps for you.” Loki winked. “It was very carefully calculated on my part,” You watched in dazed disbelief as Loki sank to his knees, leather creaking, and hoisted your hips higher. He lapped at your soaking pussy, muffled moans seeping from his throat as he buried himself in your fresh pleasure. The flat of his tongue licked a thick stripe from the base to your swollen clit, placing a gentle suck on the tip. His eyes flickered up, meeting yours.

“Immaculate, as expected.” he breathed. His chin glistened.

You groaned as he withdrew; grasping at the air as he went. That small caress of him against your sex was everything you could ever have dreamed. Loki let you reluctantly arrange yourself before offering his hand for the short hop off the table. “Not exactly how I imagined our first time,” you said with a sheepish smile. Loki scanned your face.

“Agent don’t be insulting. That was merely a sample,” he scoffed. “It barely counts.” He stepped forward, pulling you flush against him with a flat palm at the base of your spine. “We must ensure you have eaten something before more intimate activities are indulged in; lest you faint. Or worse.” “Or worse?” “You are only mortal, after all.” Loki smiled slyly. “And this,” he gestured to his cock; hard and straining against the leather, “can be rather a handful. As well can his Master.” You slapped him on the shoulder. Loki smirked. Remembering the unexpected schedule change, you frowned. “You think we have time before the meeting later?”

Loki snorted. “We’re not attending. The two of us fulfilled our obligations, unlike the more cretinous members of our party.” You raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to get me in trouble, I can tell.” Loki’s fingers danced up your back, a light thrust of his hips making your body keen. His dirty exhale flooded your ear, the warm scent of him overloading your senses.

“Oh Agent,” he purred against the skin; his eyes darting covertly to the pair of panties discarded on the floor. “As if you expected anything less.”

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[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (3)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, shitty boyfriend, the reader doesn’t take shit from no one, tension, sexy mobsters, slow burn (kinda), talk about sex, horny mobsters, possessive mobsters

A/N: This is a shorter, interlude chapter. I wanted to go straight for the smut but decided against it because...I'm a tease :)

Indecent Proposal (2)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

In your youth, when you made a scrapbook for your future self, you never imagined ending up despising someone so much that you wished they were dead. It wasn’t in your plans that you end up between two mafia bosses who are about to kill your boyfriend.

“Do you want us to do it fast or slow?” Bucky nuzzles your cheek. He purrs your name, his intentions clear. “Name it, and we will do it.”

“I want him out of my life,” you sniff, and drop your gaze, “but…” You take a deep breath. “I don’t want to be responsible for his death. I can’t live knowing you killed him because of me.”

“Scott Lang will never come back to this town, and you’ll never hear from him,” Steve casually says as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to make people disappear. “If you don’t want us to kill him, he’ll live.”

You look away when Steve drags your now ex-boyfriend out of the room. Scott screams your name, begging you to take your words back.  You choke out a sob but don’t stop the mobster. Scott sold you to the mobsters without a second thought.

“He’ll never bug you again.”

“I don’t want him dead,” you lift your gaze to look at Bucky. “For tonight, I want to go home and…” You shake your head. “I can’t just…this is not how this will go. If you want me, you have to earn it. I’m not going to be a breeder.”

“You’re a lady after all,” you can hear the smirk in Bucky’s voice. It’s hard to ignore his piercing blue eyes, and the darkness in them. “I understand that you want to get to know us better before you go on your knees for me.”

You gasp at his crudeness. No man ever talked to you like this. “Maybe I want you to go on your knees for me first. I like me who can lick my pussy good.”

He flashes you a smirk and gives you a wink. You know better than falling for his charms and playfulness. Bucky is still one of the men holding your life in his hands.

“Aw, baby doll. Stevie and I can eat cunt for hours. If you are a good girl,” he says and cups your face with his metal hand, making you gasp, “I’ll let you ride my face one day.”

“Did you get started without me?” Steve walks back inside the room, as you try to find your voice. These men truly know how to make a woman nervous. “Just you know, my beard and face make a perfect throne for you, doll.”

“Stevie, she wants to get to know us before we go down and dirty,” Bucky whispers as runs his thumb over your cheek. The cool metal against your skin is a stark contrast to his fiery gaze. “Do we want to give her the chance to get to know us or do we want to have our way with her right here and now?”

“We are gentlemen, my love,” Steve runs his hand over Bucky’s back, making the mobster shudder. “Maybe she likes to watch.” The blonde flashes you a smile. “What do you say? Do you want to watch me taking Bucky apart? He makes the most beautiful noises for me.”

“I—”  You lick your dry lips. This must be a dream. The most beautiful men you ever saw fight for your attention and want to breed you. Even though you have to admit, that they are both scary as shit you can’t help but feel attracted to these men.

“Stevie don’t overwhelm her,” Bucky tuts. He brings you into his arms, shamelessly roaming your body with his hands. “Hmm…so soft and warm. I will love marking your body as mine.”

“Ours,” the blonde corrects. “We can’t let you go home, doll. You’ll only overthink things. How about you sleep in our guestroom? I promise nothing you don’t want will happen.”

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves. If you don’t stand up for yourself tonight, they will rule your life completely. “No,” you confidently say. “I will go home and think about everything happening tonight in the morning.”

“Doll,” Steve warns.

“You are allowed to drive me home, though,” you flash Steve a smile. “Gentlemen always make sure that their date comes home safely. Right?”

“Steve,” Bucky looks at his husband. Steve’s cheek twitches, just like his hands. He had other plans and now you want to go home. “It’s a great opportunity to have a look at her home. We can check on security and stuff.”

“Hmm…no good.” Steve pokes your window with his finger. “I could break into this death trap within two minutes or less.”

“Steve,” Bucky tries to stop his husband from throwing you over his shoulder to run away with you. For months, they have been watching you. Now that they finally got you in their clutches, Steve cannot wait to make you theirs completely. “Be nice.”

“Uh-the landlord just repaired the window, and I got a new lock,” you point out. The men are not convinced. Your small apartment cannot compare with their mansion, you know that. But watching them inspect your home makes you feel uneasy. “I know it’s not much, but it’s mine.”

“No, no, doll,” Steve turns his attention toward you, and away from the lock. “It’s a nice apartment. We know Scott didn’t help you pay for shit.”

“While you are here, we should talk about a few rules,” you try to sound confident. “No talking about Scott. Not now, not ever.”

“Noted, doll,” Bucky calls from inside your bedroom. He got bold and opened your drawer to look at your underwear. “Hmm…silk, cotton…oh…woo-hoo…”

“Hey! That’s…” You gasp as Bucky twirls an open-back lace panty around his finger. “I found the naughty stuff, Stevie. She will look so good wearing these only for us. I bet,” he licks his sinful lips as he throws the panties at his husband, “she’ll look even better wearing these while full of cock.”

“Buck, relax,” Steve laughs as he can see the prominent erection strain against Bucky’s pants. “Y/N wants to take things slow.”

“I want to know if I’m only going to be a body you can use or part of your life. If you want me to carry your child, give me more than dick…”

Tags in reblog.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky x reader #stucky x female reader #female reader #mafia au #stucky x y/n #mafia!stucky

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Joan Bennett (Man Hunt, Scarlet Street, The Woman in the Window)—Joan Bennett has everything you could ever want in a hot vintage dame of the big screen, She has gorgeous big green eyes that are so expressive both when they're filled with tears or with scorn or lust. Despite being a whole five foot barely anything she brings a presence that makes her feel larger than life. Never letting any scene partner take away from her and she was up against some heavy hitters like Spencer Tracey, James Mason, Michael Redgrave, and Edward G Robinson just to name a few.. She went from being an adorable blonde to a deadly and sexy brunette. She's THE femme fatale to end femme fatale and I will not take any criticism. Her voice is distinct, her look her own, and not even her shitty husband shooting her agent in the dick stopped her; finding success in theatre and hit TV show Dark Shadows. (Screw Hollywood for being sexist but shout out to Humphrey Bogart for insisting she stay in 'We're No Angels') She should've been nominated for an Oscar for Scarlet Street. She made Fritz Lang relevant again with her amazing performances. She made noir NOIR, her influence can be over stated. She's beautiful as hell, she was a genuinely kind person despite all nonsense she was put through and though she didn't think much of the films she was in she was doing it for the LOVE of film making. I just have lots of feelings about her. She's a blorbo.

Lizabeth Scott (Dead Reckoning)—no propaganda submitted

This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

Joan Bennett:

She was THE leading woman in TWO famous “the woman in xyz location” films which is very funny. Fritz Lang loved her and he was correct (as always). Slayed on Dark Shadows and in Suspiria. Slayed as a blonde. Slayed as a brunette. So pretty. Excellent voice. Big sad eyes. Talent. Elegance. She’s every woman.

The epitome of a femme fatale, just look at her

Blonde, brunette, this woman can do it all

#lizabeth scott #joan bennett #hotvintagepoll #ladies 1 #fuck that old woman

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Master List Pt. 2

YouTubers

Swaggersouls

Streamers Dream - smut

Markiplier

Games of the many - smut

Joysticks and pushing buttons - smut

Sticks and stones - smut

That one look - smut

The punishment unforgotten - Violence/smut

A need for it and her - smut

The stress is real - fluff

"Im sorry, honey" - fluff

Roomies or More? (Egos) - smut

Yancy NSFW alphabet - smut

Love mistaken for hate (Wilford Warfstache) - fluff

Don't fear the reaper (Darkiplier) - smut

Dark lust (Darkiplier) - smut

Static (Darkiplier) - smut

Warp core breech Pt.1 (ISWM) - fluff

Warp core breech Pt.2 (ISWM) - fluff

Seeing Stars (ISWM) - fluff

Jacksepticeye

Blue tint and cold tiles - smut

Marvel

Me and the Devil walking side by side (Daredevil) - fluff

Sorcerer Supreme (Doctor Strange) - smut

More like Einstein (Tony Stark) - smut

Two tons of iron (Tony Stark) - smut

Green-ish (Bruce Banner) - smut

Tender Touch (Scott Lang) - smut

The speed of light (Pietro Maximoff) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.1 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.2 (Bucky Barnes) - fluff

Courts of Green Pt.3 (Bucky Barnes) - Violence/ fluff

Feathers and Swords (Clint Barton) - smut

Hawks gold (Clint Barton) - fluff

As beautiful as an angel (Yondu Udonta) - fluff

Fear makes love (Ronan the accuser) - smut

Sharp as steel (Wolverine) - smut

Blades that steel the heart (Wolverine) - fluff

Obviously not that obvious (Drax the Destroyer) - smut

DC

Tattoo Buddies (Chato Santana) - fluff

Soldier Boy (Rick Flag) - smut

Slice and dice (Captain boomerang) - smut

Scars and stripes (BOP Victor Zsasz) - smut

TWD

Guns of blazing love (Aaron) - smut

Maybe evil Maybe not But just about (Shane) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.1 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.2 (Negan) - Smut

Barbed Wire Pt.3 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.4 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.5 (Negan) - smut

Barbed Wire Pt.6 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.7 (Negan) - Violence/fluff

Barbed Wire Pt.8 (Negan) - fluff

Star Wars

The light within (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force of two (Qui Gon Jinn) - fluff

The force binds all (Obi Wan Kenobi) - smut

The intimidating side of things (Boba Fett) - smut

Orders (Poe Dameron) - angst/ fluff

Black ink (Darth Maul) - smut

The Witcher

How The Witcher men react when you cry - fluff

Bard and Bells (Jaskier) - fluff

Gotham

Gotham Villains teaching s/o to shoot a gun

Gotham Villains when s/o doesn't answer the phone

How Gotham Villains react to their s/o getting shot

Sexting with Oswald Cobblepot - smut

Gotham's King and Queen (Oswald Cobblepot) - angst

I will kill you (Oswald Cobblepot) - fluff

Emperor Penguin (Oswald Cobblepot) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.1 (Victor Zsasz) - smut

Smoking Roses Pt.2 (Victor Zsasz)- smut

Tainted Riddle (Ed Nygma) - fluff

What am I? (Ed Nygma) - fluff/Violence

Five-O (Jim Gordon) - smut

Stalked (Jeremiah Valeska) - Violence/fluff

Fantastic Beasts

Blue fire and silver smoke (Gellert Grindelwald) - fluff

Heaven without fear (Credence Barebone) - smut

Boardwalk Empire

Gentleman with a dark side (Arnold Rothstein) - smut

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[supercap2319]

"Steve. You're Robin Hood in this universe?" Y/N asked.

"Don't know no "Robin', M'Lord. But the King's forces call me Rogers Hood." Steve said.

Y/N looks around the tree. "Wow. This place is amazing. I can't believe you guys steal from the rich and give to the poor."

"Tis wrong of our Queen, may she rest in peace, to charge unfair taxes on her poor subjects." Scott Lang said.

"You don't pay taxes, Lang." Bucky grumbles.

Y/N chuckles at that as Steve looks at him. "Another fellow traveler from beyond the stars on our side. We are fortunate indeed."

"Another traveler? Who else is here?"

Steve motioned him to follow him as they walked towards a man in blue and gold armor drink ale as Scott proposed a toast of victory for their score they just stole. "Y/N, this is Sir Icarus of Eternall."

Y/N's breath caught in his throat. Sir Icarus of Eternall was very good looking. He was everything like his Ikaris back home, but this Ikaris had curly dark hair instead of straight.

"M'Lord." Y/N bowed awkwardly.

Icarus/Ikaris smiled. "So thou are the one who killed thy king's sister? Huzzah to you." He took another drink of his ale.

"I didn't kill her. It was the incursions of this world. I need your help. If we want to live to see tomorrow, we need to get the King's scepter."

"Have you gone mad? Steal from the King? Even I would not try something that foolish." Icarus/Ikaris said.

"You know in my world, my Ikaris fought with Odin and his forces. They were able to keep up with the Gods of Norse. And I suspect you can too. You're an Eternal, Ikaris. You can help me save this world. It's what you were made for."

"You talk a good game, young witchbreed, but it is nay. Thy world is doomed." Icarus/Ikaris said.

"Not with that attitude, Sir Icarus." Bucky said.

"What does thou need from us?" Steve asked.

"I need a way to get into the castle, but there's only one man who can help us. Tony Stark." Y/N said.

"Ah, yes, Stark. His young squire, Peter Parquagh, may be of use in your quest. Spyder-Knight! We beckon thee!" Scott called as Y/N watched a man in blue and red armor that looked like a spider came towards them.

He took off his helmet to reveal a mop of unkept brown hair and shining brown eyes. Y/N watched him bow. "M'Lord."

"Peter!" Y/N cried excitedly.

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[antvnger]

That’s really funny actually! 😂😂😂

#ask scott lang #scott lang #ant-man #meme lord #TikTok #dumbledore #my songs know what you did in the dark #goblet of fire #goblet of fiyah #HARRYDIDYOUPUTYOURNAMEINTHEGOBLETOFFIRE #ant man #antman

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

✰ breakfast with the avengers, as a teenage avenger!! (headcanons)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

wordcount: 979

characters: a lot LMAO a few main ones are clint barton, scott lang, miles morales, harley keener, the reader, steve rogers, and tony stark.

a/n: just to make it clear, for the “teenage avenger” series, i have a core group of “teenage avengers”. this includes the reader, peter parker, harley keener, and miles morales :) also requests are open! lmk if you want a scenario or headcanons! can include the reader or not!!

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the avengers might be the busiest people in the world.

however, they always make time at least once a month to have breakfast together at the compound.

it was steve’s idea (of course!!) but when he mentioned it for the first time, everyone quickly got on board.

pietro was so excited that he sped over to the cupboards, talking incoherently about chocolate chip pancakes.

however, he soon came back (in less than a second, ofc) with a sad face.

turns out, you all had an issue on your hands. 

there was no pancake mix, no bacon, no eggs, no fruit, no nothing!

ok, he was being dramatic. there was some food, but certainly not enough to feed ALL the avengers.

tony volunteered the “kids” ( you, harley, peter, and miles ) to go to the store.

clint decided he wanted to go too, and then scott decided to join at the last minute.

so the six of you piled into the car.

scott drove (regrettably -- the man has some issues with attention), you got shotgun, and peter, harley, miles and clint were all in the back.

now, you may be wondering why clint was in the back and not the front, because he seems to be a responsible adult in this situation.

well, first of all, have you met clint barton? do you even know what he’s like? 

second of all, the avengers have a very strict “you call it, you get it” policy when it comes to the car.

this happened when thor “accidentally” stepped on scott’s foot so that he could get in the front seat.

anyways scott definitely plays cheery 70s music in the car.

he turns it up super loud and sings along (very off key)

every single time that man stops at a stoplight he turns around with an eager look on his face. harley is usually on his phone, but peter and miles try to give him a smile.

clint’s just flipping him off :) 

so once y'all get to the store, it's time to get serious.

well, in harley, peter, miles, and your eyes.

for clint and scott? debatable.

as you're all getting the cart, somehow clint and scott slip away.

and then you hear it.

" y/n !!! y/n !!! "

you turn at the mention of your name to see clint barton, that silly little guy, holding six lightsabers in his hands.

how he got six of them in like less than a minute is a great question.

and yet, it's the coolest thing you've seen all week.

immediately, the whole trip is overtaken by all of you chatting about how to use the lightsabers.

some ideas include; scaring tony by calling him into a dark room where you all turn them on at the same time, scaring steve by calling him into a dark room where you all turn them on at the same time, scaring sam by calling him into a dark room where you all turn them on at the same time...

ok maybe they were kind of unoriginal.

you decided that you would consult sam + bucky (the prank masters ofc) later to get some advice.

anyways you bought so much stuff.

like there were literally three carts of food.

on the way home, clint had to ride in the trunk LMAO

btw the compound is so cool and high tech that once you pull the car into the garage and open the trunk, there’s this little robot that sorts everything out and then puts it in tubes that take it to the pantries and fridges. 

it’s very convenient because it would’ve taken you all like fifteen trips, even with super strength or whatever 

so now you’re finally back up in the kitchen

and pietro keeps telling you all how hungry he is

wanda tells him to stop and literally makes a forcefield with her magic so he can't interrupt y'all LMAO

now you're actually good at cooking.

im gonna go ahead and say you, sam, and wanda are the best cooks in the compound.

happy is actually good too, he just never wants to HAHA

but you made a deal with him that you wouldn't bother him for three days if he helped you so he's in the kitchen now.

he even wore this super cheesy "kiss the cook" apron that tony got him for christmas once

AND a chef hat.

anyways so y'all have to make a LOT of food.

i mean the avengers are the avengers, they get really hungry.

so originally miles & peter & harley wanted to help you, but then peter somehow cut his finger plugging in the waffle iron? so you just put him in charge of music.

and then harley kept accidentally knocking the pancake mix everywhere.

so then sam made him stand by him and watch him cook.

miles was good though, he has skills.

you had to make pancakes AND waffles, because nobody could come up with what was best.

once when you were on winter break, you tried to have a final competition on whether pancakes or waffles were better.

just as pancakes were in the lead, dr strange came in and said waffles were the best.

so now you always have to make both.

you enlisted steve to help bring everything to the table.

he's really good at balancing like six or seven plates at a time.

scott was ready to help too, but you just made him set the table instead because otherwise he was gonna get hurt.

once everything was done and on the table, you all sat down.

but then just as you were ready, the lights went out.

and that kind of freaked you out, because i mean, yeah.

AND THEN YOU SAW A SINGLE LIGHTSABER TURN ON.

so you turned the lights back on and yelled at clint for scaring you.

and then you all ate together :)

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Steve Rogers

Is Daddy's little boy enjoying himself?

Sub!Steve x Dom!Male reader

Steve x male reader x Clint

Steve x male reader x Clint

Steve x male reader x Clint

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Sub!Steve x Dom!M/n

Dom!Steve x Sub!M/n

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Principal!Steve x Sub!M/n

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Principal!Steve x Sub!M/n x ???

Stucky x male reader

DarkDom!Steve x SlaveSub!M/n

DarkDom!Steve x SlaveSub!M/n part 2

DarkDom!Steve x SlaveSub!M/n alternate ending

DarkDom!Steve x SlaveSub!M/n Steve's ending

DarkDom!Steve x SlaveSub!Male reader Final

Steve x Tony x Bucky x M/n

Stucky x DarkDom!Male reader

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Steve x P**nstar M/n

Steve x Merman!Reader fluff

Steve x Merman!Reader smut

Steve x Bucky x Natasha x Wanda x Male reader x Tony

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Bucky Barnes

Bucky x male reader smut

SoftDom!Bucky x SoftSub!M/n

Stucky x Male Reader

Steve x Tony x Bucky x M/n

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Loki Laufeyson

SoftSub!Loki x GentleDom!M/n

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Thor Odinson

Sub!Thor x male reader

Tiny!M/n x Dom!Thor

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Peter quill

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Peter Parker

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Sub!Peter x Male Reader x Sub!Tony

Andrew Garfield peter parker x Male reader

Peter parker x Monster!Male Reader

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Clint Barton

Steve x male reader x Clint

Steve x male reader x Clint

Steve x male reader x Clint

Steve x male reader x Clint

Clint Barton x SoftDom!Male Reader

Sub!Clint barton x Dom!Male reader

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coming soon...

Stephen Strange

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Tony Stark

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Steve x Tony x Bucky x M/n

Tony x Slave M/n

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Scott Lang

coming soon...

Bruce Banners

coming soon...

Natasha Romanoff

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Carol x M/n x Natasha x Wanda

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Wanda Maximoff

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Carol Danvers

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Sam Wilson

Sam x Steve x Bucky x M/n

Wade Wilson

Deadpool x Male reader

Moon Knight

Marc x Monster reader x Steven

Venom/Eddie

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Others

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JARVIS X Femboy!Male areader

Jarvis x Male Reader

Anakin Skywalker x Little!Male Reader

König x Male reader

Celebrities

Chris Evans x DomTwink!Male Reader

Jensen ackles x Dom!Male reader

Jensen ackles x m/n

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DC

Sub!Clark Kent x Dom!Male Reader

Bottom Bruce Wayne x Male Reader

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