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[cissyenthusiast010155]

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

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

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#5. “Shut up and kiss me already”

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

Enjoy (;

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

“Again.” Agent Carter instructed.

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

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

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

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

“Am I…?” You joked.

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

You blushed slightly at her praise.

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

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

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

“I… What…?” You chocked out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Agent Carter pulled away for a moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh GOD—!!” You moaned out.

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

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

“Say my name…” she lustfully purred.

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

“Cum for me, Love…” she cooed.

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

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

~~~

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[ghostofskywalker]

Workplaces Are Not For Kissing

Peggy Carter/Fem!Reader

Fictober Day 15 of 31

Words: 1,149

Summary: A bout of jealousy (and some meddling from Daniel) finally pushes Peggy to make a move on you, who she's been (not so) secretly pining for. 

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Peggy watched through the slats in the blinds of the chief’s office as you spoke to one of the agents in the bullpen, and he was obviously flirting with you. It didn’t seem like you were showing any interest back, but she still didn’t like the sight. But even if you were flirting with Agent Wilner, it wouldn’t matter, because you and Peggy weren’t together.

She could feel her jaw tighten as the agent slipped you a piece of paper, clearly with his phone number on it, and she didn’t even notice the door open. “You’re staring at Y/N again.” A pink tinge crossed her cheeks as she looked up to see Daniel standing in the doorway, an eyebrow raised as he looked at her.

She straightened her posture, trying not to let her embarrassment show. “I’m not.”

“Sure Peggy, and my name is Jack Thompson,” Daniel said as he stepped further into the room and closed the door. “You know that if you just asked her out, you wouldn’t have to stare at her all the time like that.”

“I know,” she said, finally tearing her eyes away from you in the bullpen. “But-”

“But what?” Daniel cut him off. “It’s not like she works at the SSR, even though she’s here pretty often. And I happen to know for a fact that despite the fact that she’s his personal assistant, she has no interest in Howard.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but didn’t get a chance to before the door opened once more, and you walked in. “I have some files that Howard asked me to give to you guys,” you said. “I was going to just file them myself so I didn’t bother anyone, but Agent Wilner informed me I couldn’t do that.”

“Peggy can help you with those!” Daniel said brightly, and Peggy shot him a glare that (thankfully) you didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh I don’t want to be a bother,” you said. “I can also come back if this isn’t a good time.”

“Don’t worry, now is the perfect time,” Daniel said, a smile on his face that Peggy wanted to make disappear. He was being way too obvious, and soon you were going to start asking questions if he didn’t tone it down.

You smiled, stepping back outside the office to collect the stacks of paperwork that had been left on a table, and Peggy turned back to Daniel. “You’re so ridiculous.”

“And you’re so lovesick. I’m just trying to help,” he said, and she just playfully rolled her eyes in response. She knew his intentions were pure, she just wanted to not rush things with you. And yeah, maybe she was a little nervous about actually acting on her feelings. People around her sometimes found themselves in situations that were dangerous and even fatal, and in no way did she want to potentially put you in that kind of trouble.

Peggy stepped back out into the bullpen and took half of the files from your arms. The two of you fell into step beside each other as you made your way to the back of the office. The setup of the LA office was a little different than it had been in New York, and their collection of older files was a little farther away. The files in your arms were full of information about Howard’s brush with the law (and the thankfully avoided mass destruction) that took place last year, and it would be joining all of the other information the SSR had obtained about the incident, which now was up to three boxes. Since Howard moved out to LA, all files regarding him and that incident were moved to the LA SSR, and the collection was still growing.

The file room’s shelves were full of perfectly labeled boxes sitting on them, some collecting more dust than others. The actual putting away of the files took almost no time at all, and soon an awkward silence had blanketed the small space as the two of you worked on putting the boxes back where they had previously been.

And that silence only grew when her hand brushed yours, before you pulled it away. “I’m sorry,” she heard you say, likely because you thought you had gotten too close to Peggy.

“Don’t be,” Peggy said, hoping that she didn’t look nervous either. “This is a small space.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, a short laugh escaping your mouth. “Secluded too. Howard would have a field day if his office had somewhere like this.”

This was clearly an attempt to lighten the mood, and Peggy smiled. “Really?”

“Of course,” you said. “We would have to clean it daily.”

Now Peggy laughed for real, and you joined in. “I’m glad we don’t have any of that here,” she said.

“No scandal at the SSR?” you said playfully, and suddenly Peggy realized how close she was to you. She shook her head, and you laughed. “Want to be the first?”

You were really close now, and she was not unhappy about it. Despite your forward words, it was her that made the first move physically, and she reached down to take your hand. Clearly you felt the same way about her that she did about you, and she was not going to let this opportunity pass her by.

Your eyes did all the talking for a brief moment, and then your lips pressed to hers as everything in the entire world stopped (for Peggy at least). Ignoring the fact that anyone could walk into this room right now and see you two, Peggy allowed herself to get lost in the moment.

It was over much too soon for her liking, and you just smiled at her as you placed the last box of Howard’s files back where it had been on the shelf. “Do you want to go out for dinner with me?” you asked, a hopeful look on your face breaking through your cool exterior.

In response, Peggy leaned in and placed a soft peck on your lips. “Of course,” she said.

“Pick you up at seven? I already know where you live.”

Peggy laughed at the idea of you showing up to Howard’s house, and an image of Howard and the Jarvises acting like protective older siblings accompanied it. She knew that Ana and Edwin loved and cared for you as much as they did her, so no amount of false intimidation would get through, and no you would probably smile at their attempt to make you worry about what might happen to you if you brought Peggy back too late. “That sounds lovely,” she said.

She would probably have to thank Daniel for practically forcing her into the room with you, but that would happen in due time. Right now, she just wanted to enjoy the memory of your lips on hers. 

- the end -

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[theconstantsidekick]

My Greatest Creation Is You

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

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

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

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

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

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

sidenote: I just missed Tony a lot, ok?

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

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

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

This is the first he’s hearing of this. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The future riding on me? Bull fucking shit!

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

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

The agents drop the crate infront of him.

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

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

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

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

Tony’s up too. “No, I’m not good.”

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

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

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

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

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

That’s fucking hilarious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“On it,” Coulson nods, walking off.

And Tony cannot help but stare.

“What?” She asks, looking absolutely innocent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yeah, that grabs his attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He watches his dad let out a sigh in defeat.

Then the footage cuts off.

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

Tony can’t help himself.

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

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

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

“I told you I worked with him!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The reel runs out. Screen goes white.

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“I replace the boxes of Cinnamon Toast Crunch.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

And yeah, he can understand that.

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

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

The thought makes him smile.

But then he remembers.

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

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

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

“I saved you from dying.”

“...by calling mom.”

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

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Peggy Carter please ! ♥️

Deep breaths darling

Content - age regression, injury’s, crying, cg!peggy, bakery’s, bandages, onesie, cuddles, comfort, angst turned fluff, set in the 1940s, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - when you accidentally injure yourself at work your mommy looks after you.

Authors note - not proofread at all, I am still on hiatus this post was queued up, reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy <3

Your day had gone horribly.

You worked at a bakery a job you took to help pay the bills while Peggy was busy with Sheild duties and at first you thought you had the hang of things, but you were proved wrong this morning.

You were cutting butter in order to make dough when you let your hand slip and you accidentally sliced along your palm. Luckily the wound wasn’t deep enough to cause any real damage and in the end it just needed a bandage but over all not a great start.

Then around 12 in the afternoon you began to feel tired from needing the dough and serving customers and you broke a teacup, your bad luck continued throughout the day all the way until now when you had missed your train and there were no taxis available.

Your only saving grace was your cozy home wasn’t far from the bakery.

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Unlocking the door you stepped across the threshold letting tears run down your cheeks crouching down next to it letting the familiar haze take over your mind.

Hearing your cries from the corridor Peggy quickly put down her cup of tea and the daily newspaper before rushing out to you, you were instantly comforted by the sound of her kitten heels hitting the shiny wood floor.

“Oh my love” she cooed sitting down beside you taking your head in her hands wiping away the tears taking in your distressed state “tell me what happened Y/N” “I cut my hand and then I broke things and I’m sore and I-“ “slow down take deep breaths darling”

After doing the breathing exercises you had been taught over the years you let yourself go on “I hurt my hand” you whispered nuzzling your head into Peggy’s shoulder.

“Oh darling that’s no good is it? Come on mommy will get you sorted” she smiled moving off the ground before picking you up and making her way to the bedroom.

After taking down the medical kit from the bathroom cabinet Peggy made her way towards you on the bed “can I have your hand please my love?” “Yes mommy” you sighed passing your wounded hand feeling her take off the old dressing.

“Okay Y/N I’m just warning you this might sting a bit” she said with a smile before placing the antiseptic soaked cotton ball on the cut.

The pain was unpleasant but bearable and Peggy talked to you the whole way through to help you deal with the pain.

“Apart from your injury did you bake anything fun today darling?” She asked curiously focusing on your answer and cleaning your wound “I made some biscuits and Connie helped me decorate a cake” you smiled remembering how intricate you made the icing.

“Oh that sounds fun, was the cake just one for the shop or was it an order?” “An order mama, for Alice and Phillip it’s their 15th anniversary” you mumbled “that sounds lovely! I’m sure you did a fantastic job” “thank you, do you think we’ll be together in 15 years mommy?”

“Of course we will my darling, we’ll be together for longer than 15 years” she chuckled smiling at you with loving eyes.

“Look at that sweetheart we’re all done” she grinned her beautiful red lips making her teeth look as bright as pearls “thank you mommy” you giggled kissing her cheek “you’re welcome sweet girl, how about we get you into something more comfortable?” She said before leaning down to unbuckle your high heels and undo your dress.

Pulling out a white button down onesie she helped you get it on before helping you lie down pulling the duvet over you “I’m not ready for bed yet mommy” you told her confusion lacing your tone “I know, I just thought you might like a rest sweetheart” she smiled gracefully pulling herself down beside you.

You spent the rest of the evening wrapped in her embrace until it was time to prepare dinner, she let you help her.

But under no circumstances were you allowed near the knives.

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[sweetheartrosesz]

Flustered Mess

Peggy x female reader. This will be short(a drabble I guess) just one of the the three dreams I've had of Peggy that I decided to write as a x reader fic. Still very insecure with my writing skills so apologize for the cringe this is. This is supposed to be fluff.

Tag list: @thespiritoflife

-💙

Your eyes carefully scanned the place, hand lingering near your pistol that's in the holster strapped to your side, fidgeting with the soft fabric of your dark purple blouse while trailing behind Peggy and Howard, Jarvis next to your side, not looking any less nervous to be here snooping around the place where you definitely shouldn't be.

"If I die tell my wife Ana that I love her please." Jarvis whispered to you, his arm bumping against yours slightly causing your eyes to land on him, rolling your eyes playfully at the taller man.

"Mr Jarvis, have a little faith in us. We won't die."

Jarvis smiled at your words, knowing the indeed you and Peggy are fully capable of handling yourself and that the two of you have saved his and Howard's hides far more than he'd like to mention.

"I surely hope so, Miss (Y/n)." Jarvis said, trying to sound more confident.

Your eyes landed back on Peggy and Howard who came to a stop at the door, the brunette already starting to lock pick the locked door, pushing the door open once it clicked open while you and Jarvis scanned the place for any unwanted attention, a silent yelp escaping your mouth when a soft hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you inside the dimly lit room and causing you to slightly stumble into someone, cheeks tinged slightly red when looking up from the familiar red blouse and meeting eyes with a slightly smiling Peggy.

"Hey there darling." She whispered in her British accent, seeing your cheeks reddened more at both the pet name and her voice, a confident smile ever present as you tried to keep eye contact with her, jumping slightly against her when one of her hands brushed against your side where your blouse have ridden up slightly, goosebumps prickling across your skin when her hand settled on your waist with more confidence.

"Why so nervous Agent (Y/L)?" Peggy asked teasingly, knowing full well the effect she got on you. How she loved teasing you and getting you flustered, it made her especially glad she was able to do so easily because others couldn't succeed in that and was brushed off by you, remembering the time how Jack sulked away to tend to his bruised ego after a failed attempt to get you flustered and riled up by one of his cocky remarks all the while grumbling at the other snickering agents to shut up and get back to work, having glared at Peggy who have only shot him a smirk when he passed her desk.

"I...er..." You stumbled over your words, screaming internally, mind going haywire from everything that is Peggy while trying to fight of the furious blush wanting to spread across your face, that same intense as in hers mirroring in yours while you kept eye contact.

"Miss Carter, I doubt now is the right time to...do whatever is happening between the two of you." Howard interrupted, gesturing between the two of you with his hands, raising his hands when Peggy shot him a annoyed glare.

Peggy hesitantly let you go, already missing the feeling of your warm body pressed up against her, resisting the urge to throw something at Howard for interrupting as she made her way to him to scan over the files of information you've came for in the first place, files Howard needed more specifically after landing them in another tough situation that could potentially end up getting you all killed or both you and her fired if Thompson found out about it.

Jarvis nervously kept a look out at the door for security while you sat yourself down on one of the desks, picking up a few files and blue prints, scanning through them absentmindedly, trying to not think about what would have happened if Howard haven't interrupted the moment you and Peggy had, feeling a great deal disappointed.

While reading through a file you slightly jumped when a hand landed on your exposed side, heart rate slightly unsteady until you heard a familiar soft giggle in your ear and smell that familiar perfume of Peggy washing over you, relaxing completely but immediately you could feel your cheeks heating up when the brunette's other hand landed on your other side, the soft skin brushing past your blouse and settling on your waist softly.

"You always are so comfy and cuddle-able, dear." Peggy's rubbed your sides, enjoying the way you shivered against her touch, breathing slightly unsteady and your heart beating a little faster while you try not to stumble over your words, willing yourself not to turn redder by the second as her voice wafted through your ears.

Whispering her name softly you tried finding your voice desperately, trying to find some of your self control and a teasing remark back to get the older woman to be just as flustered as you before she completely redused you to a flustered mess but ultimately failing as her hold on your waist tighten, complete jelly in her hold.

"Does my voice make you nervous darling?" She breathed against your ear, voice full of teasing and pride, full well knowing it does, you've not so subtly always paid more attention when she was speaking even if it was to someone else and once mentioned how you loved her British accent when Howard managed to get you both a little tipsy.

"If you keep that up I'll be redder than your blouse Pegs." You mumbled breathlessly after finally regaining your voice, swiping a lock of hair from your eyes, trying to avoid making eye contact with the woman over your shoulder who watched you with amusement, a cheeky grin spread across her face while you tried your best to contain your blush, unconsciously leaning your head against her, feeling the rumble of her chest when she giggled at you again softly, seeing the blush dotting across your cheeks when you did so.

"Aw, you're blushing like a rose." She cooed with awe, watching your face with utmost love as you made a nervous laugh escape your mouth, biting your lower lip as your eyes bounced around the room frantically, the tips of your ears burning with embarrassment, praying that Peggy cant hear your frantic heart beat.

"You look absolutely beautiful like this (Y/n)." She said truthfully, eyes skimming over your face until it landed to your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

"Miss Carter, I'm afraid you've broken Miss (Y/L)." Jarvis quipped in suddenly, seeing your red dusted cheeks while trying to open your mouth to talk but instead opting to rub at your forehead nervously with a big smile on your face.

"Peggy, don't break her please because I really want to get out of here alive." Howard added, a heap of files tucked under his arm while pretending to roll his eyes in fake annoyance but you could see the smirk grazing his lips while watching you and Peggy.

The British woman pulled away from you again reluctantly, for a moment wanting to throw a remark at the smug man but knowing that the four of you have to get going, she'll have plenty of time to tease you more later.

"Do you have everything Howard?" She asked, helping you to stand up from the desk, smiling to herself while you tried to avoid eye contact and get your blush under control.

"I have Miss Carter. Now let's get a move on, I got machine to build and save everyone from a certain doom. You two ladies can have fun once we are back at my mansion." The smug and teasing tone was evident in his voice as he wiggled his eyebrows, only another cause for you to turn red again at his implications of you and her as you made your way to the door with Jarvis while Peggy shot him a glare, rolling her eyes before smiling, trailing behind you and Jarvis with the billionaire in tow who took to teasing the brunette.

-Timeskip-(just a added bonus to how my dream ended)

Rushing back into mansion you said a quick hello to Ana before making your way to your room hurriedly while Howard laughed and Peggy smirking to herself as they made their way inside the mansion.

Ana looked a little lost for a moment while pointing to the direction you left in with confusion, watching as Peggy made her way in the same direction as you, her heels clicking against the floor with their usual confidence.

"Why is she so red and hasty?"

Jarvis chuckled while pulling Ana into his arms, kissing her and resting his chin on her head afterwards.

"I can safely say that Miss Carter is the cause of her being in such a state." Jarvis said with a happy smile, content at being back home and having his love and friends back home safe and clearly happy that his ship of you and Peggy is sailing while Howard went to pour himself a drink, disappearing down the hall with the files in hand.

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[imkittyjustkitty]

Kitty's Daily Pride — Day 5

prompt ; strength

pairings ; Peggy Carter x Reader

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

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

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

genre ; hurt/comfort

word count ; 1119

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

do not steal, repost, or redistribute my work in any way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hate your boss for being so backwards and idiotic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[c0s-lettuce]

fate unkind - peggy carter x reader

gender neutral, reader is from earth-616, set in earth-838

a/n: i loved peggy in the movie. she's so breathtaking, i had to write something for her! hope you enjoy :)

word count: 1250

warnings: minimal swearing, mentions of death

It's funny how one thing leads to another. Although maybe 'funny' isn't the right word to use right now. There's not much fun about waking up in a glass cell in some high-tech facility in a different universe.

You had an enjoyable time before all that if you forget about Wanda Maximoff being after you. The idea of the multiverse blew your mind, so physically being in a different universe almost made you lose it. There were blue skies with clouds of rainbows and beautiful skyscrapers adorned with greenery. Not to mention the pizza balls, a truly genius invention.

Things took a turn from there. You were the first to wake after being drugged. From fucking tea. America and Stephen were still out, locked up in similar cells to yours. You were then met with Christine Palmer. But not the one you were familiar with. You greeted her with a 'holy shit'. She greeted you with less vulgar language.

Christine explained the situation to you. This universe had far more knowledge of the multiverse than yours could ever imagine. You urged her to help, telling her there was imminent danger just one universe away. But your panic seemed to have no effect on her.

Not soon later, you were escorted to a spacious room by two androids that reminded you far too much of the Ultron Sentries you fought on Sokovia. You met a council of unfamiliar faces. Except for one far too familiar face. Peggy Carter. The love of your life.

She wasn't your Peggy. You could tell straight away from the costume and shield. But man, was she a sight to behold.

She recognised you too. You could tell by the look in her eyes. The eyes you would spend countless nights gazing into. The eyes you'd never thought you'd ever see again.

You knew your Peggy back in the war. She was brilliant and determined, the brightest star in the galaxy. But fate, as unkind as it is, had different plans. Peggy lived and aged throughout the years. The same didn't happen to you.

And that eventually led you here, much older and having fought unfathomable threats. At some point, you thought it'd best to retire, only to have a giant octopus squid monster show up in the city. You guess that's just what happens when you choose to settle in New York City.

The council called themselves the Illuminati. Interesting name choice, you thought to yourself. You weren't quite sure what the point of the meeting was. The bald guy in a big yellow chair said something about Stephen being really dangerous. They hoped by first talking to you, they could gather some insight into your Stephen Strange.

After the meeting, you did not return to your cell as you had expected to. Instead, the two Ultron Sentries lead you to an empty corridor, where Peggy waits on a bench. She stands as you approach. For a second, you hesitate, believing all of this to be one cruel trick. But it isn't. It's real.

Your handcuffs deactivate, allowing you to move your arms freely. The Ultron Sentries stay behind, giving the two of you privacy.

"Peggy?" you call out, hating how broken you sounded.

Peggy says your name back, gently and lovingly, and you swear you could've broken down right then and there. You don't stop to think whether or not it would be appropriate to hug her. You do it like your life depends on it.

Peggy reciprocates the hug without a second thought. You're not sure how long it lasted, but you relish every second. It felt like coming home after being away for so long. It felt like Peggy.

The two of you end the hug, and Peggy takes your hands. She guides you to sit down with her.

"This all must be a bit of a shock for you," she says.

You let out a small laugh, "Yeah, you could say that."

"I apologise for the formalities earlier. I wanted something less... interrogative, but I was outvoted."

She must be talking about the council with its high platform, fancy chairs and dramatic reveals.

"Oh, don't worry about it," you tell her, "It was... well, it sure was impressive."

Peggy smiles, and your heart flutters.

You continue, "This place is insane. I don't recognise anyone else from the council. And those robot android things, the last time I saw something like that, it was trying to kill me."

Peggy laughs, "It sounds like you've had quite a lot of adventures."

"Nothing as crazy as this one... But God, Peggy, I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, love. More than you could know."

You feel almost silly asking, "Is there a version of me in this universe?"

A ghost of a smile appears on Peggy's face.

"There was," she tells you.

Was, not is? That's already a bad sign.

You let her continue, "I met you during the war. You were my close confidant, my lover. There was this super soldier program. Someone else was prepared to do the procedure, but an attack from the enemy left us with no choice, and I had to go through with it."

So Peggy took the serum instead of Steve Rogers in this world?

"Our enemy used the Tesseract to open a portal and summon an interdimensional creature. To defeat it, I had to push it back through. I emerged only seconds afterwards, but decades had passed on Earth. I looked for you everywhere. But it was too late. You were gone."

You feel your chest tighten. The two of you are in the same boat. Stuck in the future and longing for nothing more than the past. Except you got to say goodbye to your Peggy; you were there at her funeral. This Peggy didn't get to do that with you.

Looking down, your hands are still holding hers. You try and memorise the feeling. You always entertained the idea that somewhere there was a different you and a different Peggy leading a much different life. But in a million universes, you could have never imagined a situation like this one.

"I guess there's no happy ending for us, huh?" you say, looking back up.

"Maybe not today. But I have no doubt our love is a constant in the multiverse. That's an infinite number of worlds where I get to love you. And yes, some may last just a second, and some may be forever. But in the end, it's always you."

If your heart could break any more than it already has, it did just then. There is so much more you want to know. Peggy is right in front of you, and you're right in front of her. But how could you be together when there's a whole multiverse between the two of you?

The Ultron Sentries start marching towards you. Your time together is up. Now it's time to go back to your glass cell to wait for whatever the hell happens next.

Panic starts rising inside you; you don't want to leave. But Peggy stays calm. She brings her hand to your cheek. It's a light touch, like a soft kiss.

"I'll love you forever," she says in almost a whisper.

And like your own personal ibuprofen, she quells your discomfort.

"I love you too," you reply, "Until the end of space and time."

Peggy smiles once more. She's beautiful.

"I hope I dream of you tonight," she says.

➸

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[me-uglypretty]

Kiss me before you go

Pairing: Peggy Carter x F!Reader

Summary: During her final days, Peggy recounts the remaining memories residing in her mind and in her heart of her first true love.

Warning: 18+ (General), mention of smut, death, angst and fluff

Word count: 2940

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In pity and trembling of old age—Peggy Carter waits for the cold of which promised to engulf her flesh of winter’s crisp and colours fade into its grey shade, body to waste beneath dirt and soul to keep away from the earth’s core. Time was slowly approaching for years, falling so carefully above her heavy head as she clutches the baby blue blanket around her frail body. It’s coming at a slow pace that she forgets from time to time of life as it wasn’t the same as before.

The chasing feeling wakes like floating at the rims of her scalding hot coffee and vapours of cloudy white puffing at her face. A bitter taste equips on her tongue and the walls of her mouth. Surely, a reflection surfaces on the dark liquid. Sweet smile dissolving what bitter that tried invading her mouth, heart and soul.

Said of something known as stories told in books and films that barely reach some, and still selling to thousands as nothing else—but a fairy tale. The throbbing pain nestles in her chest. Almost vanishing by seconds when she lies on her bed as the remaining of her douse her clean.

“If you stare any longer, you might scare them away,” she jested with a pointed look towards the men lost in layers of work and nervously picking at their ties as their eyes sneaking glances at the director’s office.

Peggy shakes her head with an avoidable smile on her face, “I’ll have you know that I am not staring.”

“Oh right, you’re daydreaming about me.”

The response met with Peggy nodding her head, mindlessly agreeing—then her eyebrows furrowed, frowning lightly and meeting the gaze of someone so bold with their words. A young woman like she was, climbing the ladders created for men and fighting the battle for a country barely sparing a confident glance her way. What they see as an image of weakness, Peggy saw a reflection of herself when she was in her twenties. A woman in a field made for men.

“Y/n, you can’t— you can’t say things like that here,” she countered back, eyes dating from the wide windows of her office then the woman standing by the door with her arms crossed and a teasing smile plastered on her face.

Peggy calmly stands from her chair, taking steady steps towards the windows and carefully turned the blinds over, shielding her office from prying eyes. A snort was heard from her side and with it, the glint of mischief in those eyes that made her lips curves of a broad smile and warm invading her insides.

Y/n takes a step closer, not paying regards to professional distance, “So…what can I say Agent Carter?” she husked as hands firmly rest on Peggy’s waist and carefully pulling her closer. “Tell me what to say,” she whispered and leans her face closer.

“Agent…” Peggy warned while her voice wavers, betraying her attempt of superiority.

It takes seconds for the softest lips to meets her cheek, trailing down to her jaw and eagerness were her hands that swiftly clutches the younger woman’s arms. There’s a longing feeling awakening its sound in her chest, corrupting her mind by the burning touch and pleasurable sounds that leaves one mouth—it’s her.

The young woman grasping her soul by her own bare hand, confident and delicate. Falling apart in her hold for nights unknown, caressing her skin like painting art that she forgets of those outside their world and their obvious presence in the small office.

Just as her eyes shut closed, deliriously caving into the sleek touch of—

“Sorry, my boss says I gotta get back to work!” Y/n immediately jumped back, coyly pointing her thumb towards the door.

Peggy’s face dropped of shock as the warmth inside were now replaced by chills running down her spin. Her irritation blooms by laughter meeting her ears, and soon, she slaps the woman’s arm from finding the exchange funny.

“You are such a tease!” she exclaimed, her accent thicker by sudden snatched of pleasure.

“Me? A tease? Never.”

Nevertheless, they smiled at the epiphany like moment shared. Their eyes fazing into each other, glazing of something pure and innocence as when their hands intertwine. Mumbles of conversations, the rustling sound of papers, scratches of pen and pencils against paper, men trudging around the office and all which cease to exist. Not when they were too immerse in their own world.

“Kiss me before you go?” Peggy requested, puckering her lips and with that, all form of authority falls gracefully by the giddy expression on her face.

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes before wrapping her arms around broad shoulder, “I don’t know…my boss might not like it.”

Peggy huffed, and makes a move to push the body flushed against her away, but abruptly gasped when soft lips meets hers and her eyes shut closed, relishing the touch of their lips. Flashes of colours explodes behind her eyelids. Sweet and gentle, soothing her head of worry, and easing her chest into their reckless endeavours.

Instantly, she felt coldness on her lips that once basked in warmth. Peggy’s eyes flutter open, catching soft eyes staring adoringly into hers—and there’s a loud beat in her chest that rings it’s echoes in her ears. Breathless for the mere seconds, almost dropping on her knees when she realises the reasons behind the heavy throbbing in her chest.

“Still taking me out for dinner?” Y/n questioned, the slight insecurity in her tone deceives the boldness presented before.

Her response follows by firmly grasping Y/n’s face in her hands, “Of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she promised as her heart settles with its own promise, because you come first always, my love.

Peggy was chasing after her career, floating by its steely success and bruising her knees by the sheer glance of a young woman sauntering into the office. Y/n wasn’t from her rank or held the similar years of experience—but she swore to protect her by the trance of eyes swirling in each other’s colours, when limps were tangled in bed, and whispers of sweet words made her feel lighter than ever before. Bright smiles and even lighter eyes that she promised to never allow it’s light to fade. A promise sealed with a shy kiss on her cheek then another press on her lips and eventually, tugging the younger woman into her arms.

To her at least, Y/n was an image of perfection. Her own dedication and efforts sharing its reminder of her friend, Steve Rogers. But a vast different from the two. She admitted the thrilling moments spend with Steve and sheer the mention of him sends waves of emotions threatening to erupt from her chest, leaving her a crying mess.

But the hike of her beating heart by the seconds of images flashing in her head, consuming her mind and falling by the name of one person, Y/n. The drowsy feeling when fingers clasps around her own, the sweet words that left her teeth aching for more, whispers of words that left her mouth gape and sounds escaping so easily, so sinfully too.

When the whispers of her first love falls to her ears—god, they were sweet as flowers blooming in the summer. Where the sun blaze it’s light across the sky of day, sea crashing against shore of blue and foamy white, the birds singing it’s tune beneath leaves of green, the beauty of life breathe into her lungs of laughter and easing her chest of sounds from the younger woman’s mouth.

The noise of little groans and moans, what sounds were forgotten as sneeze and hums, it resides deep in her heart and alive as wild as it sounds. It wasn’t a passing infatuation. But the throbbing does ease by the seconds if her mind allows her the fleeting moment to remember her, Y/n.

“I hear you singing, you know?” Peggy causally mentioned, her back leaning against the bed’s headboard while her hand held the multi coloured quilt against her bare chest.

Across the room, Y/n ‘s body free and the process of pouring their tea stopped. There’s a soft sound of deep breaths before her body turns around to meet Peggy’s harmless gaze, seemingly unable to focus on her eyes as brown eyes trails discreetly on the violet coloured rope hanging loosely around Y/n’s frame. Untied and unbothered, glimpse of skin peers cheekily beneath the silk rope.

“My eyes are here,” Y/n nonchalantly lifted her hand then pointing towards her face and a bashful smile flushed on Peggy’s face from her shameless gawking.

There’s a hum of response between Y/n padding across the wooden floor towards the bed while pulling the slippery silk from falling and Peggy’s eyes focused on the younger woman’s alluring steps. She stands at the end of the bed with her knees touching the mattress. Peggy’s lips curves into a smirk, her hand drops its attempt of covering her chest.

Seconds pass of eyes drinking the risky display of bodies, then the creaking from the bed when Y/n finally climbs into temptation—and the squishy sound of wet mouth meeting in a sloppy kiss, the scratches of sharp nails at the hollow of her throat where a moan escapes, and Y/n hungrily submitting her body into Peggy’s hold.

The touch proceeds without caution, whiff of arouse thickening in the air, their skins glistering of sweat—and Peggy stopped, her hands wrapped firmly on Y/n arms as the sound of disapproval leaves the woman straddling her.

“Sing for me?” Peggy requested, and her eyes shut closed immediately when teeth sinks deep into the crook of her neck. “Please,” she moaned, fingers tangling in Y/n hairs and pushing her head deeper as she allows herself to sink into the pulsing in her core before pulling her head away for their gaze to align.

A sigh leaves Y/n mouth as her eyes falls into the depth of brown pools, “Only for you, Peggy.”

The younger woman was absolutely smitten, requests from Peggy were accepted without hesitation. And she knows of the compelling smiles that makes her own wider.

Y/n retrieves the instrument from beneath her bed, hidden at the far end and sacred to her heart—Peggy remembered how her heart fluttered by the mention of her favourite songs, the instrument that never met her parents gaze, stories unfold of both sweet and bitter—and instrument was similar to a guitar, but much smaller in size. An exhausted ukulele from it’s years of use.

“I’m not that good,” she mumbled, eyeing the instrument in her hand as the other glides across the strings of her rope. Seemingly pulling the material closer to her body and legs crossing together at the edge of the bed.

A hand halted the timid movement of hers and she lifted her head, peering from her eyelashes as Peggy flashes a toothy grin. Vulnerability surfaces in her eyes—their eyes fuelling of an extreme life pulling at every end of good and bad, the little precious moments and interest kept so close to their heart to preserve its innocence—while equally sharing the most intimate parts of them with each other.

“Leave it,” Peggy assured lowly, her hand moving to press softly on Y/n cheek, “Sing to me before you go?”  she requested lovingly.

Y/n was doubting her intentions for the few seconds of silence before fluttering her eyelashes and pushing Peggy down on the bed, carefully climbing on the older woman and she instantly felt the firm hands on her waist.

It’s new—came out as a whisper for the name of the song as she sings, but Peggy knew beneath the plucks of strings and words sounding so calm, Y/n was singing of her own feelings than of someone else. Her words resonating of love, the wisps of hair tickling Peggy’s face, something of sweet fruits and innocent eyes fuelling of love. How eyes daringly gaze from across the herd of people, never understanding a love so bold or ever experience a love as such.

“You are stunning,” Peggy confessed. I love you so much, dripping from her tongue as she witnesses the shyness that creeps on the cheeks of a woman always so confident.  Her own eyes lingering on the smile that wakes her life, then slowly falling to the valley of her breast made known by the silk rope barely shielding Y/n’s body.

Wandering eyes and wandering touch, fingers so skilfully pulls the rope down to the half of her arm. Embroidery of violets touches the pad of her fingers and she reflects on its symbol; the faithfulness of her, the delicate love that made her smile unknowingly, and modesty—the meaning loss between sleek fingers traveling between her thighs, the heaving of her chest and staring with open mouth at the sight of breast pouring out from the damn silk rope—Y/n slips her fingers into her core with such ease, forgotten songs and forgotten neighbours as sinful sounds scratches her throat.

When her eyes meet the teasing glint in Y/n’s dilated ones, she could only lunge forward and collide their lips in a needy kiss. Hands moving so briskly as they do, everything else forgotten and wasting away behind them, but their love—blooms so vividly underneath warm light, blue of sky above, stars in the sky, and all that made Peggy’s chest ache for more.

Peggy doesn’t wonder of life after death anymore. The life she had was enough, but the ones mostly basking in the moments with her—

“Y/n?” she gasped, sensing a warmth blanketing on her body and her eyes darting in the spaces of her room.

The sunlight slips between the slits of the curtain. Light casting a ray through the room and meeting at the end of her bed. She bathes in the warmth of sun invading the cold room. A smile ghosts on her lips as the creases of wrinkles from years of life widens by the growing smile.

Something pulls at her chest, throbbing by the beats of her heart and her lungs seemingly easing as she breathes the air of something—fresh and alive, far different from minutes ago. Her weakening body wakes, hands twitching as she reaches for the sun’s flare. There a serve ache in her chest that made her wince and she watch ahead of a white glow flutters by the edge of her bed.

It appears as such—a blooming flower, the colours of violet seem to blink its way into her vision, the dull room wakening by its vibrant, and there—radiant and young as ever, her true love. A smile widening on her face, eyes glint of joy she had missed for the years filled of sorrow.

“I heard you learned to cook.”

Peggy laughed, coughing as she does and the drops of tears escaping from her eyes. It’s the sound of Y/n’s voice like how she remembered, sweet and gentle, easing the throbbing in her chest that made its mark in her chest. Peggy was rendered speechless as she watches the young woman’s careful steps, the memories of their times spend together flickering before her eyes.

Y/n stands beside her bed. A frame caught her wide eyes, a family of three and the joyful smile on Peggy’s face that made hers wider while Peggy’s eyes never leaves her. Almost afraid that looking away might make her first love disappear as before, leaving her with crisps of life she didn’t understand anymore.

“They’re beautiful,” Y/n admitted, thoughtfully staring at the picture before meeting brown eyes growing duller by the second. “And you are still just as beautiful.”

Her voice shakes as she speaks, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m old, I have always been, and you— god, you deserved so much more.”

The haunting feeling engulfs her heart, sound of cries invading her mind and the blood that tainted her hand so red—she couldn’t breathe, why did it hurt so badly when she wasn’t the one bleeding to death’s tune?

“We were young, reckless, and in love. I think it was perfect, my love,” Y/n comforted her as she carefully rests her hand on the older woman’s pale face and the warmth that spreads, widens Peggy’s eyes as her own hand eagerly grasp the warm hand she missed so much.

“Kiss me before you go?” Peggy requested, almost pleading as her lips quivers and she takes a deep breath.

Y/n doesn’t hesitate.

And their lips meet.

The soaring kiss flourishes her heart of life she missed, the smiles that wakes her lips and cheeks aching as they meet, the stolen moments beneath stairwells and behind office doors, the kiss good luck before a mission, and everything—

“Take me out for dinner?” Y/n breathlessly requested.

Peggy shakily nodded her head, cheeks stained of tears and body chasing the warmth that follows her. They were meant to meet again. She knew it. Perhaps, longer than what was snatched from them. The chance to consume their love so greedily and selfishly as she takes a heavy breath, eyes boring into the ones that left her dreaming for days and nights. The same woman still young and vibrant as when she first met her, and the blinding light that never felt so good.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

#peggy carter x reader #peggy carter x you #peggy carter imagine

[sunflowersteves]

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

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

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

your leg was bouncing up and down in anticipation

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

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

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

and wow, you were practically bouncing off the walls

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

all while you’re chewing on your nails

“Listen, agent Carter—”

“Peggy.”

your head snaps up, “what?”

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

“Call me, um, Peggy.”

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

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

your mouth gaped, “wait what?”

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

she swore her stomach bubbled with warmth

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

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

deep feelings for you

“I would do anything you ask” kind of feelings

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’d like that, carter.”

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

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

she smiled, when had you done that?

sure enough, your number was sprawled across the paper

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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Caught ~Peggy Carter xFem Reader

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

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: kissing, fluff, gay marriage

Short blurb

Enjoy (:

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

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

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

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

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

How had he not known?

"Wife?" he repeated dumbly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[ghostofskywalker]

Not Admitting Anything

Peggy Carter/Reader

Words: 2,019

Summary: After helping your neighbor change the bandage on her arm, you learn a few things. One of them is that her life is clearly more exciting than yours, and the other is that you're kind of terrible at flirting with her.

Note: this was requested by the lovely @trekkingaroundasgard​!! i have missed writing for peggy so much, i hope you enjoy this!

Peggy Carter Masterlist

The sound of the a door closing in the hallway pulled your attention away from the book in your hands, and you sat silently as you listened for any other noise that might hint at what was going on or who had just arrived home. Your apartment building was usually on the quieter side, so you didn’t often notice when your neighbors came and went, even though you were friendly with several of them. You could never handle living somewhere with an overbearing landlord or in one of those hotels that had since been fitted as small apartments for working professionals, so this was a happy medium. The rent was a little higher than you would have liked, but it was in a decent location, and at least here the constant New York traffic was slightly softer than it was the last place you lived.

It seemed at first that whoever had just arrived home was not making any more noise, but a thump echoed through the walls a mere moment after you had looked back down at your book. That sound was much more worrying than the sound of the footsteps before, so you stood up and resolved to step outside and see if anything was wrong, and if you could do anything.

Our of all your neighbors, you guessed that Mrs. Whilter might be the one in trouble, as she was in her late seventies and often asked for help going up the stairs whenever she ran into you in the lobby. If she had fallen, that might explain the noise you just heard. But the more you thought about it, the more you thought that noise came from the other side, which would mean it came from Peggy’s apartment.

Your relationship with your other neighbor was friendly, but you wouldn’t call her your best friend. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that you found her absolutely gorgeous (and you found that you had a much higher chance of acting like an absolute fool when she was around), but you never wanted to believe that, even though sometimes the evidence was impossible to ignore.

She was kind and friendly whenever she saw you, and you would have no problem knocking on her door if you needed to borrow a cup of sugar, but the idea of sprinting over to her apartment just because you heard something through the wall was more difficult than it would have been if you were sure the sound had come from Mrs. Whilter’s wall. There had been many times you dropped things by accident while living here, and you might have died from embarrassment if someone else had come to check on you after hearing you drop a glass.

But the nagging feeling that this might be more than shattered drinkware kept pulling your eyes towards the wall you shared with her, and eventually you decided to just stop wondering and knock on her door.

No one else was in the hallway as you did so, and you held your breath without even realizing it until you could hear the handle being turned. With a smile plastered on your face that hoped didn’t come off strangely, you looked at your neighbor as she opened the door.

Your name left her lips in a surprised tone, and even though she hadn’t opened the door fully, you could see what looked like a bandage on her arm. “I’m so sorry to bother you,” you began, not even bothering to come up with some kind of excuse to be here. “But I heard a loud noise and I wanted to check and make sure everything was okay.”

For a moment you were afraid that this was annoying her, but she nodded and her face softened after registering your words. “It’s not a bother,” she said. “I just dropped something.”

You nodded, not sure where to go from here. “I’m glad it’s nothing,” you said sincerely, truly meaning every word.

This is where you should have stopped talking.

This is where the casual conversation should end.

But of course that didn’t happen, and you had to keep going as you nodded towards her bandaged arm. “If you ever need anything at all, you’re always welcome to knock on my door at any hour of the day,” you said. “I’m not a doctor, but I’m pretty good with first aid.” That wasn’t a lie, you had picked up a few things working in the factory during the early days of the war, and then heading out to the European theater yourself for the last six months the US army was stationed there. But as much as it wasn’t a lie, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d overstepped.

But thankfully, it didn’t seem that you had. “Thank you,” she said, and then much to your surprise, she kept talking. “I have some trouble reapplying the bandages since this is my dominant arm, would you mind helping me for a moment?”

“Of course,” you said, and the door to her apartment was opened fully as you stepped inside.

Her apartment wasn’t as messy and decorated as your was, but you wouldn’t have called it bare either. The space possessed a comforting feeling, though you were still very much aware of your status as an outsider in Peggy’s life. The most you had ever interacted with her before was when she had offered to help you take some bags up to your apartment a few months ago, and you had spent a few minutes talking.

She sat down at the table and you saw an open first aid kit sprawled out on it. It was quite a comprehensive one, and you saw types of bandages and amounts of gauze that you hadn’t even thought of since your service during the war. You knew that Peggy had also served, so you didn’t question anything, and you moved to remove the bandage from her arm.

After getting a look at the wound though, it wasn’t as easy to ignore the size of her home first aid kit. Her injury was very clearly a bullet wound (although someone had removed the bullet). The skin of her upper arm was clearly ugly and raw, and blood was running down her arm from the moment you removed the bandage. It didn’t seem to be bleeding so badly that you would have had to bring her to a hospital, but this also wasn’t an ordinary day-to-day wound.

Immediately, your brain began to wonder how she had sustained such an injury. You hoped that you weren’t inadvertently helping a criminal, but she didn’t seem like the type of person who would knowingly perform evil deeds.

You gently placed your hand on her arm as you began to clean the wound, and you could see her ever-so-slightly pull away from your touch. It took a moment for her to lean back to where she had been before, but you didn’t say anything about it. This was clearly a lot more than a little scrape, and you still had no idea how she got it, so you shouldn’t try to speculate why she acted the way she did.

A quick glance up to her face showed her with eyes closed as you continued to get all the blood off the skin surrounding the wound. You must have squeezed her arm slightly harder than you wanted to as you moved to pull some gauze off the table, because Peggy took in a sharp breath. “I’m sorry,” was your immediate response, worried that you had done nothing but hurt her more.

“No, it’s not you,” Peggy said, her voice slightly strained in a way that you had never heard before. “I’m just not used to accepting help from others.”

So much made sense in this moment. You tried not to think about what she may be thinking right now, but it was obvious that this was not a situation she usually found herself in, and that she was trying not to pull away even more. It broke your heart, just glimpsing the way she seemed to struggle accepting your help, and you concentrated on making every single one of your movements soft and kind. You didn’t know what kind of life she lived, and you never wanted to make her feel uncomfortable. Little did you knew, she actually felt the furthest thing from uncomfortable as your hands gently cleaned her wounds, but she knew that if she let herself relax she might make a sound she couldn’t explain.

“Peggy,” you said gently, not wanting to scare her away with what you would say. “I know what this wound is.”

Her face fell. “I’m not-”

But you cut her off before she could finish. “I’m not going to ask you how you got it, but the fact that you said you don’t usually accept help from others worries me.” You began to wrap the bandage around her arm, taking special care to make sure it’s applied in a way that wouldn’t cause discomfort or pain. “I know that we don’t really know each other that well, but if you ever need anything, please come knock on my door, alright?”

Peggy was silent for a few moments before nodding. “I will,” she said, in a voice so soft that you almost didn’t hear it, while also reaching out to take your hand for a moment that you would have said was not long enough for your taste. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you said warmly, smiling as you began to clean up the bloodied gauze from the corner of the table in which you’d piled it on, making sure to wipe down the area after everything had been thrown away.

An awkward silence settled in the air, as both of you stared at each other, and you couldn’t help but break the silence. “Would you want to go to lunch sometime with me?” It was a moment of impulse, and there was nothing you could do to bring the words back in. If you were worried about how she might react to that before you said anything, the silence that persisted in the first few moments after you spoke were nothing but painful. “I’m sorry,” you said quickly, trying to diffuse the tension. “I just thought that you might be more comfortable going to me for help if you knew me bett-”

Now it was her turn to cut you off. “I’d like that,” she said, and your open mouth closed as you fought to figure out something to say in response that didn’t make you look like an idiot.

“Great,” was what you eventually decided on, though you weren’t really sold on it. However, at least it was better than what you said next, in a futile attempt to lighten the mood. “Are you a criminal?”

Peggy stared at you for a moment before a smile crossed her face and a quiet laugh left her lips. You let out a sigh of relief, because at least she didn’t hate you for asking a very indelicate question (that given the wound you just bandaged, was not a wild assumption). “No,” she said. “My life may be unpredictable, but I am not working against the United States.”

You just nodded, before changing the subject to let her know to change her bandages in six hours and if she needed help to come knock on your door. That answer definitely was not what you were expecting, and for a moment you weren’t sure if she had even answered your question at all, so you removed yourself from the situation before you made anything worse.

As the door of your apartment closed behind you, you decided not to think about it any more. You chose to believe her, and hopefully everything would work out in the end.

You did know one thing for sure though, and that was if you were actually going to go to lunch with her, you had to get better at flirting than asking if she was a criminal.  

- the end -

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[milfpeggycarter]

AI-generated Peggy/reader fanfic

(i didn't write this, ChatGPT did).

It was a beautiful day in the city of New York. Peggy Carter was walking through the bustling streets, enjoying the sun on her face and the feeling of freedom that came with a day off from her duties as a top agent in the Strategic Scientific Reserve.

As she was walking, she suddenly noticed someone walking beside her. It was a reader, who had stumbled upon Peggy by chance and was now walking alongside her.

Peggy was intrigued by the reader and struck up a conversation. They quickly discovered that they had a lot in common, including a love of adventure and a desire to make the world a better place.

As they continued to talk and walk, they found themselves drawn to each other and soon they were sharing secret conversations and stolen moments. Peggy was drawn to the reader's intelligence and spirit, while the reader was drawn to Peggy's bravery and unwavering dedication to her cause.

Despite the danger and uncertainty of their jobs, they found solace in each other's arms and their love continued to grow. After a series of exciting adventures, Peggy and the reader found themselves falling in love and starting a life together.

They traveled the world, had children, and created a life filled with love and excitement. Despite the challenges they faced, their love never faded and they remained together until the end of their days.

The end.

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[statticscribbles]

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

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

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

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

"Really?"

"Yes. Can we?"

"Of course, has something happened?"

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

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

"I love you to Peggy.."

Send me a ship (character/character or character/reader) and one starter!

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[thespiritoflife]

Pairing: Peggy Carter x Fem!reader

Warnings: grammatical errors, ANGST

The necklace

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled.

My beloved Peggy.

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

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

"You slept for 70 years ..."

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

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

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

She was left alone.

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

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

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

I wanted to go back. To Peggy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She died with me.

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Two agent's in love

Reader is the younger sister of Daniel Sousa and Peggy is drawn to her when they first meet. This will be short but maybe I can make another part to this if anyone's interested, just leave a comment. And if you wanna be added to the tag list for Peggy fics I'd happily do so. My writing is cringe but does that stop me from writing? Naw🤣

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Your dark heels clicked against the floor while you made your way through the SSR building towards your older brother's office, a confident smile on your face while the men of the building stare at you, some whispering among themselves but not loudly, knowing getting on your bad side wouldn't be favorable, one being you could kick their asses easily, and two being your brother is the chief and upsetting any of the two of you wouldn't end well. You've been a big help to them on some cases and they had some respect for you for that.

"She took down that thieves last night as if they were nothing. I wonder what Thompson would say if he was here." You heard one of the men whisper to his friend who was leaned over a chair, their eyes fixed on you, quickly looking away when you spared a glance their way, a confident half smirk on your painted lips and they tried playing off for having stared openly at you.

You opened the door to your brother's office, walking in with a big smile after closing the door behind you.

"Sousabear!" You greeted happily, pausing slightly when your eyes landed on another woman standing in front of your brother's desk, both of their eyes focused on you at your entrance.

Daniel glared at you for that familiar nickname you took to calling him since childhood.

"(Y/n), greetings to you too but dammit how many times have I told you not to call me that." The fake annoyance in his voice only made you grin more as you made your way towards him, bending down to give him a hug and kiss on the cheek he returned happily before grumbling when he ruffled your hair, swatting at his hand with a scowl when he started laughing as you tried fixing your hair, you both almost forgetting the British woman in the room with you.

Peggy eyed you curiously as you made yourself comfortable on Daniel's desk, sending him a cheeky grin when he playfully roll his eyes at you, a grin stretching across his face once again.

'Woah, she's absolutely gorgeous.' The brunette thought to herself, frowning a bit when she felt a odd feeling of jealousy when the thought of you and Daniel being together crossed her mind.

"Oh, (Y/n). I want you to meet someone." Daniel said before gesturing towards the woman that is still watching the two of you, shaking her head slightly when she was knocked from her thoughts, a charming smile on her red painted lips.

"This is Peggy Carter, the woman I've told you that Jack would be sending to help us out on the latest case." She extended her hand as you did the same, trying to ignore the jolt she felt when your soft hand met with hers in a handshake sending her a dazzling smile that made her cheeks slightly redden, eyes briefly flicking to your lips that looked so inviting to her.

'I wonder if her lips are as soft as they look.' Peggy thought, eyes flickering back into your eyes that's swirling with emotions and mysteries she couldn't even begin to think, hoping that you didn't notice where her eyes was focused for a moment.

"Lovely to meet you." You greeted the woman, eyes scanning her curiously, trying to keep a neutral face and be as unreadable as possible.

'Damn Sousa, you always get the hottest chicks to yourself before me.' You resisted the urge to say that loudly to him, smirking when you see the way Peggy's eyes lingered on your lips.

"Peggy, this is (Y/n), my annoying younger sister." The British woman chuckle when you playfully swat at Daniel who laughed, catching your wrist and poking you in the side, feeling happy when he mentioned that you two were siblings and giving her more hope, hoping that she will be seeing you more than just this once.

"So not cool, Broseidon." You grumbled annoyedly, swatting at him one last time and smiling proudly when you landed a soft blow against his head, his mouth opening in a overdramatic gasp.

"Agent Carter, arrest this woman immediately for assaulting me." The three of you laughed among each other at the playfulness. It reminded Peggy of her and her older brother when he was still alive.

As the laughter died down Daniel returned back to being serious as you Peggy returned your attention hack to him, occasionally stealing glances at each other as you both stood next to each other.

"Peggy, (Y/n) will be helping you out on this case. I expect you both to take care of each other and not to mess this up, Thompson already thinks this is just a fools joke and that the two of you aren't capable of this but I want you both proving him wrong and for us to get behind this whole murder thing and catch the ones capable for this." Daniel looked between the two of you, hiding a smile and trying to remain serious when she saw the both of you sneaking glances when the other wasn't looking.

"We'll be careful brother, and Jack can keep his sexist ego to himself, I've already proved him wrong a few times and I'm always up to do it again just to see his ego get deflated." You spoke confidently, your distaste of Jack clear making Peggy smile when meeting your (e/c) eyes, and the fact of hearing the protectiveness and care your brother had for you.

"He's such an ass. Proving him wrong once again will be fun" Peggy added, a blush rising to her cheeks when your finger tips 'accidentally' brushed against her hand, the same jolt of before coursing through her whole body and heart fluttering as you give her a soft smile, feeling happy at being able to get to spend more time with you. There was still lingering fear of loving again but also a new sense of hope in heart that maybe this time, it will be something that will last.

She haven't felt this way since Steve. Even then she wasn't easily flustered or speechless when it came to someone so quickly.

Sparing one last glance at your smile, Peggy promised to herself that she'd do anthing to keep you safe and get out of this alive and to not let fear hold her back from something that could be a joy in her life. She's happy that you will be the one to help her and the possibility to know you more.

"I have to go now but we'll discuss more of the case later. I'll be at my desk if you need me." Peggy spoke up again, swiping some curls from her face before making her way towards the door, saying one last bye while her eyes lingered back on you, causing you to nervously shift on your heels, waving at the British woman.

After the door close you turned back to your brother with a grin.

"Sousa, you've got one pretty lady there. If you aren't careful I might just steal her." You said, your fingers tapping slightly against his desk as he folded his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes again.

"She isn't my lady but I'm so rooting for the two of you. Don't think I haven't noticed the way the two of you were looking at each other when seeing each other." You blushed at his words, feeling hopeful but you thought he was only seeing things.

"Shut it Daniel, there is no way she was looking at me in that way." You said while nervously playing with a loose strand of your hair but Daniel only smirked knowingly, before gesturing you out of his office and to your desk, handing you a file, saying the file was related to the new case you and Peggy are taking on, giving you one last smirk after he looked over your shoulder before disappearing back into his office

When you felt eyes lingering on you after sitting down, you glanced around until seeing Peggy waving at you from the desk across from yours with a bright smile, one that you happily returned.

'Maybe this case will be something very good and different.' You thought to yourself, looking down at the file on your desk with a hint of a blush, excitement coursing through you, already eager to start on the case with the beautiful British woman that have caught your eye and interest from the very first second.

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I kind of want to write a Peggy x reader series but don't even know what exactly about and don't want to disappoint anyone with that.

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SERIES:

pretty in pink

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

the excellence of misfortune

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

ONESHOTS:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

taunt the several times wanda scrunches her nose at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DRABBLES:

babygirl wanda

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SERIES:

home is where the heart is

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

my divine goddess

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

ONESHOTS:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DRABBLES:

natasha plays a prank

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ONESHOTS:

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

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

DRABBLES:

subby!agatha

possesive wandanat

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