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[black-aurora-nora]

Irreplaceable Pt. 2 | Yandere!Avengers x Reader

It'd been about three weeks since you'd had your life taken away from you.

You'd been living in the Avengers Tower seeing as you had no where else to go.

When you tried to call your parents the first week, Natasha was the one that decided to tell you that they'd been arrested by SHEILD for having relations with HYDRA.

You didn't believe her, but she was quick to bring you to their holding cells.

You and your parents both knew that it was the Avengers doing, but had no power or evidence to show it.

You'd wept for days after that.

Your ex-friends had really taken everything that had meaning to you.

And now, you were laying across one of the many luxury couches in one of the many common rooms of the tower.

You would much rather be in your room, but Tony made sure that Jarvis locked you out after 9 o'clock. He believed that forcing you out to hang with everyone would get you back to how you used to be. Or at least somewhere close to it.

Sooner or later, you would realize that all of this was for you.

Natasha was sat beside you, legs crossed with wireless earphones in, watching whatever on her phone.

There was always someone with you once you were forced out of your room. You barely got any time alone when you were awake.

Hell, you couldn't even get any time alone at night anymore. The anxiety from having your life taken from you made it impossible to sleep and Tony was quick to get you medicated to help out with that.

You still felt like shit either way.

Steve came strolling into the living area, bidding you both a good morning.

You gave no kind of response, staring forward at nothing in particular, wrapped up in a light blue, fleece blanket that you'd received as a gift from a friend when you'd first gotten ownership of the library.

"Hey, (Y/N), did you eat this morning?" Steve asked, at your lack of answer, he sighed exasperatingly, "Come on, (Y/N), you know that you have to eat. You'll never feel better if you just lay around all day."

Natasha began to stroke your head, trying to get you to pay attention but you quickly slapped her hand away and pushed yourself up into a sitting position.

"I'll never feel better. You guys can sit here and pretend that we're one big happy family, but I'm not playing." You started, voice shaky with anger and sadness, "You never supported me and abused your power to take away my life and made me dependent on you guys. And now you guys want me to be happy?"

Steve and Natasha only stared. Were they taking in your words? Who knows. You didn't care.

"No. I will not give you my happiness or my willing compliance. None of you deserve that part of me anymore."

"I have brought poptarts for Young (Y/N)!" Thor's boisterous voice boomed, a warm plate of freshly toastered poptarts in his hands for you both to share.

At the sullen atmosphere, Thor looked between his friends, "Am I interrupting something?"

"No, Thor. (Y/N)'s just a little hangry. Thanks for bringing the poptarts." Natasha answered for you, gesturing for the god to come over, "You guys eat while Steve and I go find the guys."

You watched the two leave and pushed the plates of poptarts away from your person, leaving Thor in the dust and hiding away in the bathroom, ignoring his calls for you.

You lowered yourself to the cool tile, gripping fistfuls of your hair.

Why?

Why did this have to happen to you?

Why did they do this to you?

You wished there was some way to get out of this, but... where would you even go?

You couldn't survive homelessness in New York. And it'd be increasingly hard to find a job now that you had a criminal record due to your 'friends' planting confidential information in your library.

And even if you did land a job, it wouldn't provide you with a livable wage. You'd be barely surviving.

And could you ever really escape the Avengers?

Though the better question was, could you survive playing family with them? You doubted they would ever grow tired of you.

They really made sure that you had no other choice.

A knock on the door jolted you from your spiraling mental, "(Y/N), what did I tell you about hiding in the bathroom?!" It was Tony, the one you hated the most.

You could feel something in your mind cracking again, somehow worse than when your library was taken. Everything was really starting to close in on you.

These bastards... these bastards really wanted you to be happy for them... like some kind of fucking dog they found abandoned in the freezing cold.

Tony knocked more and you could hear Bruce telling him to ease up, "You're gonna scare them. They'll open it when they're ready."

Oh, but you'd never be ready.

The knocking stopped and you continued to stay seated on the ground, staring at the tile and hands tightly gripping your hair.

Why couldn't they have just left you alone like you'd asked?

You were left alone to your spiraling thoughts, your breathing growing more and more intense. Your heart beat through your chest, screaming and riving to be let out.

Your vision was starting to go spotty. Nothing else mattered but how angry you were. All you could see was bright red.

A scream ripped from your throat, splattering the confined walls of the bathroom and spilling out through the crevices of the closed door.

Pain began to blossom on your head, but you didn't care. You were too angry to care about physical pain.

Why and what were you being punished for?

Why had these demons, calling themselves angels, from hell do everything they could in their power to knock you down to try and piece you back together?

What gave them the right?

Now you were on the bathroom floor losing your mind when you could've been helping a young woman find a good book to check out or having a bagel from across the street while you read at the counter.

"(Y/N)! Goddamnit! (Y/N), STOP!" Bruce was on your back, desperately trying to grab your hands.

You fought against him, screaming to be left alone but he didn't. He just kept your hands away from your head and instructed you to breathe.

Once your breathing was under control, you noticed that something was in your hands and slowly glanced over, whimpering when you'd noticed what you'd done.

Thick clumps of hair were gripped tightly in both your bloodied fists. And there were plenty more strands and clumps decorating the tiled floor around you accompanied by droplets of blood.

You tried to stand up but Bruce kept you on the ground and you growled, "Get off! Let me see!" You snapped, tears welling in your eyes.

"No!" He snapped back, "It's not bad... there's no need to look."

"You're a fucking liar." You sobbed, "All of you are liars!"

Once you'd wept yourself to sleep and had been put to bed early, the team decided to have a late night meeting.

Tony took a swig of his scotch. He rubbed a hand down his face. Everyone was silent, waiting for someone to speak up.

"Ok, they're not adjusting. I admit it." Tony spoke.

"Yeah, just like I'd warned." Natasha reminded coolly.

"We should've went about this more slowly. (Y/N) could've easily been coaxed to live here." Clint added, arms crossed.

Steve shook his head, "No, they loved that library way too much... worked too hard to get it. They never would've left that library for us."

Bruce tapped a finger against the table impatiently, "We have to do something. We can't carry on like everything's normal," He had a hard frown stuck on his face, "(Y/N) is not ok. We brought them here for their own good and they seem to be doing worse than ever."

They all went silent again. What were they going to do?

Natasha's eyes sparked and she looked over at Clint with a knowing gaze, "Clint, isn't there an agent with memory-altering abilities?"

Clint visibly brightened at that, "Agent Keller."

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"(Y/N), it's time to wake up. Steve is almost finished making breakfast downstairs." JARVIS spoke calmly.

With a big stretch, you yawned and rolled out of bed. A dull throb throughout your head made it's presence known and you winced slightly, making your way to the common area.

"Hey, everybody!" You called out.

"(Y/N)!" Steve greeted, "You made it just in time. I just finished the banana pancakes, you want any eggs and bacon before they get taken?" He asked.

You shrugged, nodding tiredly, "Yeah, I'll have some."

Everyone began to make their way to the table, plates stacked with food.

Tony was the last to arrive, smiling at you carefully, "How's your head feeling?"

You smiled back, a fond smile, "A little sore... but the medicine you gave me is making it manageable."

Clint nodded at that, "Yeah, having your hair ripped off by a beggar will do that." He teased.

You chuckled back, "Yeah... also... I had a crazy ass dream last night. I was a bookkeeper with a whole book store. A bookkeeper, can you guys believe that?" You ate a bite of eggs with a thoughtful gaze, "But... it was so nice."

Natasha hummed at that, her chin resting in her hand as she stared at you quizzingly, "But not as nice as being here with us, right?"

You shook your head, "No, I suppose not."

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[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE CLINT BARTON HEADCANONS

It would be difficult to know if he's a yandere or not since he hides his obsessive yandere tendencies really well no joke. You wouldn't even notice if he was after you or not, he's THAT secretive

He's really good at sneaking in the shadows all stealthy like but he's all smiles and rainbows with you since he doesn't want you to suspect him

As a yandere Clint can be possessive, obsessive and a bit manipulative too. Oh and violent too if anyone is that stupid or that much of a dummy to hurt you while HE'S around

When he realizes you like books as well he'll get you some books for you to read and you both engage in conversations about books quite often. He loves it when your eyes light up and sparkle with joy and adoration when you talk about books, it makes his heart go all Doki doki

Yes, Clint is a swearer too so no need to be shy but he finds it really amusing and hilarious not to mention cute too when you start swearing be it at Tony or some other random villain

Speaking of Tony, this man will get INSANELY jealous as HECK if Tony or ANYONE else for that matter starts flirting with you. One death glare from Clint will make the opposite person shut up in seconds and maybe running away in fear. Oh, what's that? Someone from SHIELD asked you out today? Oh too bad they won't be able to make it

He already has a place for you to live with him. His farm, where the 2 of you can lead a nice normal happy life with a happy big family. This man here sure plans everything ahead and he might have even taken the help of Natasha and Steve and some of the other Avengers to spot if there were any loopholes in it

He's prepared to you fighting him and everything and he'll fingerprint locks on all modes of escape like doors and windows and stuff like that. He will do whatever it takes to keep you by his side at any cost no matter what

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[yanderemcu]

Yandere Clint Barton Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you) 

Hugging,arm over shoulder, hand on you,kissing,holding,cuddling, caressing,holding hands

B=Bound (How much do they share with you) 

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you) 

Silent treatment, holding,force feeding, takes things from you

D-Desire (How long until they take you) 

6 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant) 

Same level as you

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you) 

Get married and have a few kids

G=Gifts (What do they give you) 

Clothes,jewelry, bow n arrow,food,sweets,pillows,blankets,flowers, stuff animals

H=Hell (Worst experience with them) 

His punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you) 

9/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous) 

Glares at anyone who comes near you

K=Killing (How do they handle killing) 

Shoots them with a bow n arrow

L=Language (What is their love language) 

Acts of service,quality time,gifts

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way) 

If your sweet to him or show him a bit of affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you) 

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you) 

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)  

Hunny,sweetie,sweetheart,dear,my dear,sugar,love,my love,babe, baby,princess

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died) 

Goes on a killing spree

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away) 

Follows you and brings you back home

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you) 

10/10

T=Type  (What type of yandere are they) 

Stalker,obsessive,Possessive, caring,isolating,sweet,Overprotective

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes) 

Doesn't want to hurt you

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Holds you until you calm down

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will) 

No

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you) 

Nothing

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you) 

4/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together) 

Holding each other

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[marveloustimestwo]

Hi love! About the Avengers who you think it would be the most understanding (and the ones who don't) with this situation? I don't like to be held when i'm sleeping, it's nothing against the person who i'm sleeping with, it's just that I hate to be touched while i'm sleeping

Warnings: Yandere themes, talk of them crossing your boundaries

I think Natasha would be the most understanding in this situation.

While she likes physical touch, she's also not one to disregard your want for space and privacy unless you give her a good reason not to.

After all, considering the environment she grew up in with Dreykov, Natasha understands not wanting to be touched sometimes, so she's not going to force you to cuddle in bed if you don't want to.

For kind of the same reason, I think Bruce would be right behind her. Growing up in an abusive home also helps him understand not wanting to be touched in certain situations, so if you explicitly state not wanting to be touched while sleeping, he's going to respect it.

Clint is also pretty good at seeing and respecting your boundaries when it comes to touch.

I think Clint would be the best yandere to have in general to have out of them solely because he's really not that intense compared to the rest of them.

He can be obsessive and protective, but he's willing to work with you on a lot of stuff so long as you're not needlessly putting yourself in danger.

So you not wanting to be touched while sleeping isn't that big of a deal for him. Just be upfront about it and everything will be fine from there.

Now, this is where we start to get into the least understanding out of the bunch.

I think Tony would be next. For him, it's a toss-up as to whether or not your boundaries are respected.

He'll understand when you explain it to him, and he'll try his best to respect you not wanting to be touched while sleeping, but sometimes he can't help it.

More often than not, Tony's having nightmares and will wake up in the dead of night terrified. Sometimes he remembers not to touch you, but mostly he's going to grab onto you, the haze of fear making him forget and instead just need to hold you.

As for Steve, he fully understands what your boundaries are, it's just that he chooses to ignore them 75% of the time, which is why I think he's worse than Tony.

He can't blame him cuddling you at night on nightmares. It's just him being an asshole and blaming it on you being stubborn.

Sometimes he'll give you a bit of leeway when you give him a bit of leeway. If you're a willing participant or at least act like it, it'll be easier for you when you're sleeping.

And as for the worst of them, Thor would come out on top.

There's not really any point where you aren't being cuddled at night, and you sometimes wonder if Thor either doesn't understand or doesn't care.

You could explain it to him, complain, or pull away as many times as you want, but it never stops him from pulling you back into a bear hug at night.

In the beginning, Thor didn't really understand. Cuddling is so nice, so why wouldn't you want to do it? If you explain it to him, he still struggles to grasp why, so it never really stops.

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[nastyavolk-cp]

YANDERE AVENGERS TEAM x CHAOTIC STEVE ROGERS // IMAGINE

Steven Grant Rogers can be everything but his most strong trait is: being chaotic as hell.

He gives everyone white hairs because of the reckless and chaotic things he does just for the sake of curiosity and also in missions he tends to do questionable things.

But this didn’t stop his co-workers (except for Wanda, Pietro and Vision) to nurture feelings for him.

Bucky Barnes is pretty an obvious admirer, they were friends since childhood, they went through a lot together. He was there for Steve when his mother died and was basically like a brother to him.

He is protective, possessive, stalker and doesn’t really like to share. But it’s not like he has an option at all 😐

Sam Wilson is another obvious admirer, he and Steve are pretty much close friends and he even tried to support him to go to therapy.

He is obsessive, protective but overall pretty harmless. But he tends to really over question Steve’s weird behavior.

Thor really loves his Shield brother, he knows that Steve is worthy of his love, he was sure of that when he saw that Steve almost managed to lift Mjolnir. He’s a major lost puppy to Steve and that’s why Steve treats him like one most of the time.

He is protective, loves to spoil Steve with Asgardian gifts or anything that he knows that Steve would appreciate. He is not usually aggressive but he’s very needy and clingy.

Bruce Banner try to not be dangerous or scare Steve away because of Hulk. But Steve never cared, he never was scared of Bruce or Hulk, he treated them like they were normal people who deserved to be respected and seen as someone with feelings.

Overall Bruce is harmless, caring and manipulative too. He treats Steve like he’s the most delicate thing in the world and it kind of annoys the blond a bit.

So things starts to escalate to dangerous levels.

Natasha Romanova is a tough woman, she’s strong and independent, but none of that stopped her from falling in love with her chaotic co-worker. They were friends since almost the beginning, they support each other and he knows that he can trust her.

She is manipulative, possessive and extremely violent.  She won’t hesitate at all to use her abilities against others who are a threat to her or even use manipulation towards Steve.

Clint Barton is almost the same as Natasha, the only difference is that he hesitates on trying to use manipulation towards Steve, he doesn’t like to take advantage of him.

He can be very protective, observant, stalker and extremely dangerous.

Tony Stark is really dangerous and powerful, he has a lot of influence in many things and let’s make it clear that when he wants something, he gets it! He and Steve might get in conflict at times but that doesn’t stop the fact that Tony just loves adrenaline and won’t stop until he gets what he wants! And he wants Steve Rogers!

He is pretty much the whole Yandere package, he is controlling, strict and possessive as Hell. But he also loves to spoil Steve rotten, when he hears that Steve is craving something or even running out of something, a few hours later or even a few days later, there’s the thing he has been craving or running out of in his bedroom with no explanation.

Generally, all of the Avengers are pretty dangerous because of their reputation and what they are capable of. Some might hesitate to kill someone if they present themselves as a threat to them or to Steve, but others won’t even think twice.

And they decided that together they have a bigger chance to get Steve Rogers to themselves.

What I am saying is… Steve is f*cked.

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[yandere-kokeshi]

— Yandere Clint Barton Masterlist

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[tonystarksproperty]

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nothing can beat og 6, change my mind

yeah this is fucked up but arent we all?

i saw sum like this and wanted to see how i would do it

female reader cuz goodness...

warnings: noncon/rape, gangbang, orgy(?), nonconsensual touching, reader being a brat, occurs in 2012/2013, reader over 18, smutty smut, porn with plot, theres alot more..

the daddy issues in this one are sooo relatable lol

You were with Agent Phil Coulson. He and his men had just picked you up from a Bronx police station not so long ago. You were in jail for a few weeks due to attempted thievery and battery charges. You had handcuffs on that was burning your sore wrists. You had gotten in many fights in the time you served. You had no criminal background: according to Phil, your background was deleted by your father.

You didn't care.

Your old man was never a part of your life: now all of a sudden, poof there he is. If you do say so yourself. You are a HYDRA agent. The hatred of your father grew to the point where you just wanted to see his whole empire fall. You had done many deeds that you were not proud of but you always did covered your tracks. It was odd that you were sentenced a few days in prison due to the shitty Avengers. During a burglary to get some weapon, you were the only one who got caught, on purpose, of course. It was good that your equipment hid your identity.

Phil has told you everything. Feeding you information about S.H.I.E.L.D. and what your father did. You were gladly going to give the new information to HYDRA. You fucking hated your father, despised him. You didn't work for HYDRA because you wanted to. You worked for HYDRA for your own greediness.

In this world: no one cares but yourself. You found out the hard way. You were in a black van that had been labelled 'Stark Industries' on the side. Your stomach turned at the sight. If you had learned anything in your years of training for HYDRA, it was the heroes of New York and their businesses.

You tugged the handcuffs as they now began to burn your skin. “I know this must be confusing to you,” Phil began as one of his men in a black suit with sunglasses on had been in the drivers seat. You look up from your wrists before looking over your right shoulder at him. “The new technology ages. You probably never seen anything like this before.” Phil continued. (Boy was he wrong)

You eyed him with a disgusted expression at the thought of your dad. “Just know that your father was actually happy to know you were still here in New York, probably the happiest I have ever seen him. And believe me kid: I worked with your dad for a long time now.” He stated with a small smile forming with dimples. “If he cared, he would’ve already found me himself or at least show up to my graduation or first prom date.” You spat back, now growing pissed. “He did find you.” Phil answered with caution rising upon his voice. You turned your head towards him as you rose your eyebrow in a questioning expression. “He did?” You repeated with a scoff before rolling his eyes.

This caused Phil to scoot closer to you, probably for some sentimental effect he thought he had or probably give your dad some empathy, maybe even credit. “Your father tried everything. It was your mother.” Phil had stated as the van finally began to go into motion. “Do not fuck around with me, agent. I doubt he ever tried. My pops has a lot of enemies on his radar along so he really would not give two shits about his only child.” You stated clearly, emphasizing that you were his only child as your gaze dropped slightly.

This caused Phil to actually show some signs of him warming up to you. What a dumbass. “He wanted to find you when it was safe. The world has been filling up with threats that cannot be matched nor controlled. That’s when S.H.I.E.L.D comes in the picture.” Phil explains while fiddling with his badge. Your ears practically perked up at the sound of S.H.I.E.L.D. “Educate me about S.H.I.E.L.D, sir.” You stated as the van stopped due to a red light. “What is there to know?” Phil chuckled with an Adams apple bobbing within his throat. 

“There is a lot to know.” 

“That is true.” 

You finally break a giggle. It was hard to tell if you were humorous or sadistic. “Not like that, what I mean is: what is S.H.I.E.L.D? And what does my old man do for it?” You said as you lifted your cuffed wrists to your shirt to activate a microphone within your elastic bra. “Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. was organized to protect the United States from all possible threats. From advanced weapons to extraordinary agents. It cannot be argued that S.H.I.E.L.D. is probably the greatest military power on Earth.” Phil explains while you were shaking in your toes in excitement. You noticed the small red flash within your bra that showed that HYDRA was listening: as they should. “S.H.I.E.L.D. is obviously run by your father but the high council takes charge from a far. Which is why Phase two was even occurred in the first place.” Agent Coulson continues with no shame.

Not a single hesitated answer of all questions you asked. You then pressed the button of the microphone that disconnected the communication access of to HYDRA. Anything you found out would be for you and not them. The car parked in front of some sort of shuttle. This was no definitely no automobile cause you didn’t spot any wheels. “We call it the Quinjet. It is going take us to the Hellcarrier.” Agent Coulson stated while breaking out a small smile. You nodded with amazement before deploying on the jet.  

You sat down while shifting uncomfortably at the hard metal seat while the jet was in motion. You shooed hair that was in your face before crossing your arms once they took the handcuffs off of you. You instantly stood up before walking out once it hit the ground. Phil was fairly behind. You walked off the deck and looked up to see him. Your father. There in his fucked up glory with his black coat that gave him more of his appearance with a plain black tee with baggy jeans along with boots that echoed with each step

You just scoffed before walking right passed him with no greeting. He sighed while turning his head a bit to see you slouching while walking away. “Give her time, sir.” Maria says from beside him while Phil had been on his other side. “I am sure she just needs adjustment, sir.” Maria continues while patting Nick on the shoulder. “Dismissed.” Fury stated simply that caused both agents to depart to their regular stations.

You must still blame him for everything. For the mental hospital, the 5th grade graduation, all the birthdays, your high school graduation: you had just graduated a few weeks ago! He could name thousands of reasons of why you could possibly be still upset at him. He didn’t blame you. He really couldn’t blame you. Your mother had done everything in her power to allow you to grow up with the delusion of your father being a terrible person. 

In all summarized terms: it was working. You despised your father. Having constant anger about the last name you carry. “Fury” the name that was supposed to represent you, it was something you were going to live with forever. It didn’t go the way it should had. You had multiple talking stages, boyfriends, hell even one night stands, desperate for male attention due to you never having any from your jackass of a father.

As much as you were angry at him, you understood him. Focusing on saving the world yet he couldn’t save his own daughter who was going through the multiple suicide attempts with terrible support from fuckboys at a shitty ass high school because her mother, who was practically broke, couldn’t barely afford a school because her suckass husband was too busy not caring for his family!

You inhaled so deeply, you thought you were going to bleed through your nostrils. You could continue your mental rant for hours and practically days but you let it go. 

You strolled around the “Hellcarrier” as Phil Coulson phrased it with a noticeable frown: you were already pissed and you were not here for less than an hour. Your mother was nowhere to be found and you were stuck in the flying hell floating around New York. You looked down at your phone and scrolled through messages with a guy named “Peter” you were talking to until you fell down in a heartbeat. You grunted while rubbing your sore forearm you landed on. “Hey! Watch where the f-” You yelled while looking up at the person that towered before you.

Your eyes nearly flopped out their sockets while your soul dropped down to your stomach and possibly out of your body. Thor Odinson, a tall-long haired blonde who was very much so muscular and taller and bigger and you couldn’t help but eye his noticeable groin. Your mouth nearly watered. “Apologies.” He stated in his accented voice while reaching his hand out: large and calloused.

You could only imagine his hand wrapped around your neck as he thrusts into you behin- 

You smile before taking it with dimples forming. “Yea, thanks.” You stammer while cowering under his presence: he was certainly tall. “Are you new here, little one?” Thor asks while raising a brow at you while you blink into reality. “Oh uhm...” You, murmured as you search for words. “I am Nick’s daughter, so yeah, just here visiting so yeah, I guess I am a newbie around here.” You giggled while rubbing the back of your neck in an awkward state. “Well, I can show you to Dr. Banner’s laboratory and possibly leave you there for a sense of directions?” Thor asks while looking down at you with his face still being stoic but he was still fucking sexy. You nodded before trailing behind the walking giant that seemed to know his way around.

You followed behind him, almost losing him until you brought into a laboratory with autonomous, automatic doors that opened for your appearance, you blinked until you noticed that Thor was nowhere to be seen. How rude. You walk inside before glancing your eyes at some saber or scepter. Your body was compelled by its beauty as you walked over to it, its appearance was magnetic. There was a blue gem in some sort of containment vessel: very gorgeous.

You turned on your body camera as the red light flashed, knowing the camera was in recording: you spoke. “You guys seeing this?” You muttered low enough so no surveillance cameras could hear. You heard a ding on your phone as you soon checked. ‘Grab the scepter and return to HQ.’ You read in your mind before scoffing: how the hell were you supposed to even steal a scepter from enemy lines? “It’s an alien.” a voice from behind you said that caused you to twirl around with a risen eyebrow. “Tony. Tony Stark.” He introduced while walking beside you. “It’s an alien, but it’s a scepter?” You asked while attempting to stall. 

He laughed through his nose before nodding. “Yeah, it’s the glowstick of destiny.” He replies while turning his face towards you. You chuckle and then soon looked at the alien-like scepter. “Never seen you around here, what’s your name, kid?” Tony asks while cocking a loose brow at you while you side eye him, observing his appearance. Baggy jeans with a black sabbath shirt with a darker shade of sleeved-shirt along with black shoes. You just shrugged while staring back at the scepter. “Daddy issues.” You stated simply while folding your arms. He chuckles while putting his hands in his pockets once more. “Yeah, whose your old man? Fury? Coulson, no effing way, Hill?!” He rambles while shouting out jokes that actually made you laugh. “Fury.” You replied while rolling your eyes at the sound of his name.

Tony chuckled again, but this time: it was more of a mocking type. “Yeah, you do have his temper and attitude.” He points out while turning his head at you with a slight wink. You scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?!” You bark while gritting your teeth furiously. Now, who the hell did he think he was? Comparing you to the bitch! “Dad’s leave all the time. No need to be a pussy about it. Here’s what I want you to remember, mini Fury,” He says while pushing you out of the lab. “Kids can’t play with these toys.” Tony chuckles while smirking at you who was visibly frustrated. “Don’t take it rough, kid.” He says while shutting the lab doors on your face. You just looked flabbergasted. What a bitch. You just stomped around the hallways where soldiers looked at you with disgusted yet frightened faces. 

This caused you to think deeply, immediately stopping your tracks. Mini Fury? What did that even mean? Were you just like your father? Your breath hitched and soon heavy breathing was caused by your risen anxiety. “Shouldn’t be so stressed out for someone so young.” a feminine voice says from behind you when a slim hand landed on your shoulder in comfort. You gasp before looking over your shoulder. Natasha Romanoff. You realized your body camera still had been on before engaging a conversation. “Sometimes I stress, sometimes I don’t.” You reply before turning to face her.

She rose a brow before giving her usual stoic look. “It’s not normal for someone your age.” She simply remarks while observing your body in a very implicit seductive way. You found yourself utterly hopeless against her gaze. “You’re Fury’s daughter, right?” She asks while another male comes next to her. You nod your head before looking over at the male who just checks you out with a small whistle. “Hey, Clint. That’s literally Fury’s daughter, dude.” Natasha scolds him while the ‘Clint’ just chuckles while putting out his hand. “We can definitely see which side of the family gave you the looks. I’m Clint. Clint Barton.” He says as his masculine aroma fills your scent. “Y/N.” You reply while shaking his calloused hand, he lowers his hand down onto your small knuckle compared to his and kisses it gently.

You just scoff before snatching your hand back. “Yeah, nice introductions. Where’s my old man?” You say in a very noticeable angered tone while putting your hands on your hips. “Lose that tone and then maybe will help you, sweet bird.” Clint teases while Natasha laughs through her nose while pointing to the main bridge. You nod while strolling away from the two combative partners that had been whispering to each other. 

You walked pass many agents of S.H.I.E.L.D before meeting your father at the control center, turning his body while pressing several buttons: it almost looks exhausting. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to actually talk to me.” Fury says while his back was turned to you as he was commanding the ship. You grit your teeth while walking towards him. “I was also wondering how long it would take for you to understand that it was you that turned me into this.” You remark with the same venom he was holding in his voice.

He turned violently towards you, soon stomping towards you. You stare up at your father as he removed his eyepatch. You nearly pissed in yourself at the sight of it. He stares intensely at you while you do the same: it was a battle of silent screams and voices that was shortened into a stare off. You blinked before darting your eyes away at his eye. “Sir.” a voice filled with authority profession interrupted. You turned yourself around and your eyes widen. Captain America, standing in his glory, in his suit: which was highly unnecessary to be wearing as he approached your father, acknowledging your presence by a quick side eye glance. “Whose this?” Captain America asks Fury who looks down at you with annoyance. “My daughter.” Fury replied while soon looking over at Steve who just rose his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh don’t worry, Dad. I'll be out of your hair soon: not like you got any.” You insult with furrowed brows before crossing your arms and stomping away from the two. 

Steve just looked displeased. “She gives your personality for sure but that tone is disrespecting.” Steve scolds while staring at you depart with an angered face. Why would you talk about your father like that. “Rogers.” Fury began as he put back on his eyepatch. Steve acknowledges him by turning his head to await his response. “Here is what I want your team to do.” Fury begins. 

You walked back to the same laboratory that Stark had kicked you out of. You looked through the madly tinted windows to see the lights off and the scepter still there. You smirk while turning off your body camera. You grabbed a small circular chip from your pocket and placed it on the door code-lock and soon the door slid open you to enter. You walked over to the scepter: as if it was calling your presence while picking up your phone and replying to HYDRA. ‘Got your package, omw.’ you reply and soon grabbed the scepter and clutched it to your palm. Now to just got to find your exit.

The lights suddenly turned on, you mentally curse while turning your body cautiously and slowly at the other door. Wishing you locked that one as well. “You cannot take that.” Dr. Bruce Banner says while his gaze was utterly attracting for his age. You just tilt your head while raising a brow. “I had a feeling you were on to something the moment you walked on this ship,” Bruce begins while stepping forward a step that caused you to step backward.

His presence was getting intimidating. “Agent L/N.” He continues while using your last name that HYDRA had provided that caused your heart to skip a heavy beat. “Have you been spying on me? Aren’t you a little too old to be in the game?” You stall while crossing your arms in a mockingly way. “Your father was aware of your deception the moment he got you out of jail.” Banner says as his lips curl into a smirk at your shocked expression.  

Your eyes widen. How the hell did they know!? You mentally curse to yourself again. Your father really had no faith that you would change? You can cry about that later but now you had to think here and you had to think fast and precise. You couldn’t fight him because he could ‘hulk out’ and kill you in an instant. You couldn’t run past him because he had the alarms in his arms reach, but maybe you could..you go for the door that you hacked using the chip.

You make a run for it only to get cut off by Thor who had a very displeasing frown on his face. “I expected better from you, lady Y/N.” He says while looking down in discomfort, deception. “What the hell do you guys expect from me!?” You screech while clutching the scepter into your hands tightly. “For seventeen years, I had done nothing but make a being out of myself because my shitass father wasn’t in my life for nothing!” You protest while the heartbreaking tears fell from your eyes as you wanted to make them feel remorse. This caused Bruce to lower his guard. You smirk slightly while using the scepter to knock him to the floor and soon make a run for the door, you were almost out the room until someone grabbed your arm, flipped you into the air and you landed on your back.

You groan while looking up at Natasha who just cracks her knuckles a bit before grabbing the scepter before you could. You then felt a harsh tug on your bra and soon the body camera broke. “Cheap trick, baby bird.” Clint teases as he cackles a bit loudly and soon carried you back in the lab: slamming your back against the metal floor. You groan again at the harsh contact and soon Tony and Steve entered into the room. You just grit your teeth in frustration as you got up. All six of them were now in the lab and all stood their ground. You wish you hadn’t left your shit on the Quinjet.  

You held your ground also though. “Game’s over, kid.” Steve scolded as his hands were on his hips in disproval. “Fuck you all!” You yelled while grabbing their attention. “I’m sure you fuckers don’t know how hard it is to live a life like mine!” You yell while the hot tears stream down your cheeks as your body temperature rise from the anxiety forming. Steve reached his fingers to his ear to his comms link while Bruce attempted to reason with you. “Now, sir?” Steve asked that was barely a whisper. “Wait for my signal.” Nick replies over the comms and soon the line disconnected. “You don’t have to live like that anymore.” Nat says while see approached you with the scepter in her arms still.

You stood back from her in fear. “How do you know that? Cause you’re spy and started when you were younger, is that what you call not having to live like that!?” You yell at her in protest as she just blinked in surprise from your sudden information leaks. “Yeah, I read your files,” you say to her while soon looking back at the group. “I’ve seen the shit. Y’all just all talk for justice and global peace but I know what kind of fuckers you all really are!” You screech while soon grabbing all their attention once more. “Now?” Tony asks who was slightly disrespected with your tantrums and outbursts to Steve who soon asked Fury. After a couple of minutes of silence. “Now.” Fury replies and you rose a brow but Thor rushed over to you as Nat exited the lab with the scepter. “I’ll have my fun with her when you guys are done.” Nat says in the distance. 

You rose a brow from confused as Thor charged at you and tackled you to the ground. “The fu-” you said in confusion as you were stripped naked. The windows in the laboratory soon became black so no one could see the violation. “The fuck you doing?! Get off of me!” You yell while kicking your feet and punching all over to put of a fight but all of that stopped when your arms were held behind your back. You furrowed your brow again but you turned your head a bit to see Tony giving a charming yet sadistic smile at you. Thor had put your legs on his broad shoulders while Clint was watching and soon was palming himself as Steve just sighed but his expression was stoic.

Thor didn’t waste any seconds of time before lowering his mouth onto your bare pussy and lapping your folds heavenly with his muscular tongue. “Wait! Stop, please!” You beg while the tears that were forming down your face was stimulation. “You brought this upon yourself.” Bruce says that causes you to look up at him and soon his cock was plunged down your throat as you nearly lost a ton of air from the intrusion. “Calm down, Bruce. Remember this is still Fury’s daughter.” Steve scolds while Bruce grit his teeth and groaned from your warm cavern. “I say go for it.” Tony replies in a cocky manner as Steve looked at his disapprovingly soon gave your ass a quick swat before dropping you onto his cock that caused you to scream loudly that was gagged and muffled from Bruce’s cock as Thor inserted in tongue into your body in surprise. The pain of your wrists had burned your body as Clint took your hand to his as his hand explored your body. You felt hot tears trail down your cheek while you felt your orgasm approach and soon you squirted your juices on Thor's thick tongue. 

You felt exhaustion cloud your vision as it blurred. Steve and Tony had been roughly thrusting into you, moving your body in sync but it was harsh as Thor and Clint brutally pulled your hands to satisfy themselves while Bruce was abusing the back of your throat. All men groaned in unison as you were the pathetic pleasure pleaser. You mentally cursed at yourself for not fighting back. You felt utterly disgusting, disliked the feeling of being overwhelmed in such a wave. You felt yourself go numb: the men were having way too much fun with this as you were on the verge of breaking as your body burned from the ache.

You had reached your orgasm but felt another one build. You just grit your teeth while noticing how their thrusts were becoming deeper and more hurtful. You then noticed something, the door whooshed open and revealed. You managed to push yourself off of Bruce’s shaft. “Dad!” You cried out to him while you removed of your hand off of Clint. “Help me!” You pleaded as the tears fell down your eyes rapidly as Agent Romanoff swiftly was by Fury’s side. “Good job, Rogers.” Fury applauds to Steve who nodded. “Thank you, sir.” Steve manages to say in-between pleasurable grunts. Your eyes widen as Tony chuckled behind you. “W-What?” You stammer while your eyebrows knitted as you felt fear rise from your body. Your father looks down at you, his eyes as cold and stoic as a killer; he was no longer your father. Just a monster.

“Welcome to the gang.” 

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Yandere Steve Rogers

You opened your heavy eyes and looked around to see yourself in your room, well Steve's room.

He was your partner, kind of. He was also the leader of the Avengers, the most powerful people in the country. And the most terrifying.

The Avengers weren't exactly nice, driven by power. The team wasn't so bad, you thought that they were good people just messed up in the wrong business. That business being Steve, he was anything but kind.

The door opened and you looked up to see Steve entering, he must've just come back from a run.

"Morning doll. Did you sleep well?" He asked as you looked up at him, he must be in a good mood.

"I-I did thank you. Did you enjoy your run?" You asked in a small voice as he smiled and headed over to you.

"I did doll." He replied kissing your forehead softly.

"Get dressed and go have some breakfast, I'm just going to take a shower than I'll meet you down there." He said as you nodded and smiled, he headed for the shower as you got out of bed and began getting dressed.

You wore an oversized hoodie and some leggings and headed down to the main room.

When you made it down you saw the team sitting around having breakfast as you smiled a little.

"Hey everyone." You muttered heading down the stairs as they all looked up.

You weren't apart of the team, you were just apart of Steve. But the team still treated you like you were family.

"Hey Y/N, sleep well?" Tony asked as you nodded and headed to the pantry to get some cereal.

You sat at the table next to Clint and Tony. You were quiet and usually didn't talk, the team didn't mind that.

"I'm heading out to go shopping later, do you need anything?" Clint asked as you looked beside you at him.

"U-Um, I don't think so." You muttered as he smiled and nodded.

"Just message me if you think of anything while I'm gone." He said as you nodded back to him then returned to eating your cereal.

When you had finished Steve came down and you quickly jumped up and began making his coffee for him. He came over to you and smiled putting his hand around your waist.

"You were muttering in your sleep again doll. Did you have a nightmare?" He asked rubbing your hip softly as you nodded a little.

"Just the usual." You muttered handing him the cup of coffee as he nodded.

"Thanks darling, come sit down on the couch with me." He said as you nodded and followed him over to the couch where he sat down with his coffee and switched on the tv. You cuddled into his side as he wrapped an arm around you.

Steve never let you leave the tower, I suppose it made sense. He was a powerful man and everyone knew you were his, so that made you a target. But you missed the outside world, you missed shopping, picnics or even just going for a walk.

"What's on your mind?" Steve asked still looking at the tv. How did he always know when something was bothering you?

"J-Just thinking about outside. I just miss the little things like going shopping or going for walks." You whispered closing your eyes.

"I know doll, but it's too dangerous you know that. I can buy you anything you want online." He said as you nodded and opened your eyes to watch the tv.

"S-Sorry, I just get a bit cooped up in here." You replied as Steve softly played with your hair.

"I know, maybe we could have a picnic up on the roof together." He said making you smile a little.

"I would really like that." You replied as he returned your smile.

"Then that's what we'll do." He said as you heard a noise and looked up to see Bucky coming downstairs. He always wore a muzzle around his mouth and never spoke, he only ever took it off when he would eat alone in his room.

"Maybe I should do something for Bucky, he always seems so sad." You whispered looking up at Bucky before Steve made you turn your head around.

"You don't need to worry about him doll." Steve said as you nodded, you wanted to help Bucky as much as you could but you knew that Steve wouldn't like that.

"Maybe if i just make him some cookies." You muttered as Steve looked down at you.

"I said don't worry." Steve warned lowly as you looked up at him to see he was angry.

You cuddled into him trying to calm him down.

"I'm sorry, I won't bring it up again. Please forgive me." You whispered feeling him tighten his grip on you.

"That's better." He said as you smiled a little. Just glad he wasn't too angry.

"Can we still have a picnic up on the roof?" You asked looking back up at him as he smiled.

"Of course baby girl." He said leaning down to kiss you softly.

From a distance Bucky looked at you both, he craved what you and Steve had. If only he knew what was behind Steve's sweet facade. Well, Bucky did know, he knew first hand.

-

Time passed and Steve was finally done with work and met you up on the roof where you had set out a picnic blanket and food for you both. You smiled when you saw him come out of the elevator.

"This looks amazing." He said coming up to you and kissing your forehead.

"I'm glad you like it." You said with a smile on your face.

You both sat down together and you looked up at the sky.

"Do you ever think about giving all of this up, moving to a new country and starting a new life?" You asked softly as Steve looked at you in anger.

"I know you don't mean that." He growled as you looked at him and shrunk a little.

"S-Sorry, I just meant it might be nice one day for us to start a new life together." You said smiling a little.

"I give you everything here, and you want more?" He asked as you shook your head.

"N-No, no not at all. I-I just meant that..." You were cut off by Steve standing up and storming away leaving you alone.

It was so easy to make him angry.

"I didn't mean it." You whispered hugging your knees to your chest.

You sat on the roof on the nice picnic you had organised.

You heard the elevator ding and looked up hopefully.

"Steve?" You asked as the doors opened to see Bucky.

"O-Oh Bucky, hey. Sorry Steve and I were just having a picnic a-and I made him mad so he left. But it's okay, nice to have some time alone." You muttered out as he came closer to you.

"W-Would you like some food? It'll just go to waste otherwise." You said chuckling lightly as he looked around, he was probably making sure no one was around.

He sat down across from you and slowly took off his mask.

You'd never seen him without it.

"Steve would kill me." He whispered as you looked at him sadly.

"Hey, it's okay. It can be our little secret." You said offering him a soft smile. he cautiously reached towards some of the food and began eating as you did the same.

"Y-You ever think about leaving here?" You whispered looking beside you at Bucky as he looked up at you and chuckled softly.

"Everyday." He replied, maybe you two were more similar then you realised. Both trapped here.

"Living out in the country with some animals. Nice and quiet and just open fields." You said with a smile on your face.

"Just us and nature." He said smiling softly. You didn't bother ask him about what he meant by 'us.'

"What was life like before all of this?" You asked Bucky as he looked away.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get so personal." You said as he smiled a little and looked back up at you.

"No, it's okay. I was in Hydra, then Steve rescued me. B-But now I'm just a weapon to him." Bucky muttered, you looked at him sadly.

"I-I understand how that feels. I'm sorry that you couldn't truly escape just being an object." You whispered holding onto his hand as he looked up at you.

"What do you mean you understand?" He asked as you faltered for a second.

"O-Oh I just, I understand what being an object to Steve is like." You muttered pulling your hand away and not looking at him.

"I thought you guys were happy. He treats you like an object?" He asked with worry as you chuckled a little.

"W-Well, yeah. But I should be thankful you know. H-He protects me and I have a place to live. So I should be thankful." You said making Bucky look at you sadly.

"Does he hurt you?" He asked softly as your smile faded and you nodded a little.

"Y-Yeah, but it's okay. I know he doesn't like doing it, he just needs to do it to make sure I'm s-safe you know." You stuttered out making Bucky even sadder.

"He shouldn't be treating you like that." He said as you looked up at him, suddenly the elevator made a noise again as your eyes widened and you looked up to see Steve.

He looked calm at first but then he saw you with Bucky.

"What the fuck?" He growled as you quickly stood up.

"We were just talking, just getting to know each other." You said before he came up to you and slapped you making you fall to the ground.

"Steve wait!" Bucky shouted standing up and standing in front of you.

"And I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from her and never speak." Steve growled as you looked up at him.

"S-Steve, please I'm sorry. We just wanted to talk." You said as he looked down at you in hatred.

"Shut it!" He screamed as you instantly shut your mouth.

Steve looked directly into Bucky's eyes, you could see how afraid Bucky was.

Steve started reciting some sort of words in a different language as you watched Bucky grab his head in pain.

"S-Steve? What are you doing?" You asked in fear before he finished and Bucky looked up and said something back in the language.

"Punish Y/N." He growled as Bucky nodded and looked down at you.

"S-Steve?" You whispered standing up and backing away as Bucky stalked towards you.

"You've been a very bad girl babydoll, I think it's time you learnt a lesson or two from your new friend." Steve said as you felt tears in your eyes, you knew Bucky wasn't in control. You could see it in his eyes.

"Steve, please don't do this." You whispered beginning to cry as Bucky grabbed you by the throat and threw you to the ground.

"Bucky please." You whispered in tears scurrying away from him.

"He can't hear you angel, he only follows what I say." You said looking up at Steve in hope.

"Please, I'll be good. I promise." You whispered as Steve smiled.

"Sorry doll, too late." He replied before Bucky kicked you in the chest making you fall onto your back before he stood on you with one foot.

"Please."

-

You lay on the floor on your stomach crying your heart out as you felt your body breaking.

"Alright soldier, that's enough. Put your mask back on and stay in your room until I say otherwise." Steve ordered as you stayed on the ground shaking, Bucky nodded and grabbed his mask and left.

Steve came over to you and knelt down.

"Do you understand why you shouldn't disobey me now?" Steve whispered brushing a piece of hair out of your bloody face as you cried and nodded.

"Jarvis, get Bruce to the infirmary." Steve demanded as he picked you up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You whispered in fear as your body shook.

"You're not forgiven." Steve growled as you closed your eyes and cried. He stepped into the elevator with you as you sobbed.

He brought you down to the infirmary and laid you on a bed.

"D-Don't leave." You whispered helplessly as he looked down at you before leaving.

You cried out and tried to get up but fell to the floor as you sobbed.

Bruce came rushing in seeing you on the floor as he helped you stand up and get back onto the bed.

"I'm sorry." You whispered as he looked down at you sadly.

"He's never hurt you this badly. What happened?" He asked grabbing his medical supplies as you cried.

"I-I was talking to Bucky and Steve saw. So he made Bucky go crazy and hurt me." You whispered out through your tears as Bruce began cleaning your wounds.

"I'm sorry." He whispered as you gripped onto the bed, you felt like if you didn't hold onto something you would fade away.

"Just rest Y/N." Bruce whispered slowly injecting something into your arm as you slowly fell unconscious.

"Good girl."

-

You woke up a few hours later alone in the dark infirmary.

You felt so dazed and confused.

"Y/N." You heard a voice whisper as you looked up to see Bucky.

"S-Steve can't see me here, but I wanted to say how sorry I am. I-I would never hurt you, Steve said those words and he could control me. I'm so sorry." He whispered as you looked up at him.

"It's okay Bucky." You whispered as he held your hand softly.

"I'm going to get you out of here one day." He whispered before you closed your eyes and opened them again seeing Bucky had disappeared.

"We'll get out."

-

You woke up the next day seeing light streaming into the infirmary. You looked beside you to see Steve sitting in a chair by your bed as you gasped and backed away.

"Shh angel it's okay." He whispered holding your face in his hand.

"My good girl." He whispered softly, you hated him, you hated that he hurt you, you hated everything about him. But when he was soft like this and would praise you, you couldn't help but feel like he really did love you. And maybe what he did was justified.

"I-I'm sorry." You whispered in return before he kissed your forehead.

"Shh darling, I forgive you. You were just angry at me because I left, so you acted out and tried to hurt me." He said in a soft voice as you felt tears in your eyes.

"You weren't good were you? You hurt me, so I had to hurt you back so you'd learn." He said as you nodded slowly.

"I knew you'd understand darling. I have some press conferences today darling, you stay here and get better for me okay?" He whispered as you nodded and looked up at him.

"You'll never disobey me again will you angel?" He asked gripping your face tighter as you looked up at him in fear.

"Never again." You whispered making him smile as he let go of you.

"That's my good girl, I'll see you tonight darling. I love you." He whispered kissing your lips softly.

"I love you too." You replied before he left.

"Jarvis, make sure only Bruce see's her while I'm gone." Steve said before closing the door leaving you alone.

After about an hour Bruce came in to see you.

"I-I want to leave." You whispered as Bruce looked at you sadly.

"You have to stay in bed to rest dear." He said as you shook your head.

"No, I want to leave this tower. I want to leave Steve, I hate him. Please I want to leave." You whispered beginning to cry as Bruce looked at you sadly.

"I wish you could sweetie. But you know you have to stay." He whispered attending to your wounds.

"No, I don't have to stay. He's evil, you know it just as much as I do. I'm going to kill him." You whispered with tears in your eyes as Bruce stopped and looked down at you.

"Darling you need to stop talking like that. You know if you keep going you'll end up worse than this." Bruce warned as you looked up at him.

"I'm sorry." You whispered as Bruce ran a finger over your cheek.

"I know Y/N." He replied gently wiping away your tears.

"Let's just focus on getting you better."

-

Bruce had let you go up to the main room, just as long as he stayed with you and made sure Bucky didn't come near you. You hugged your knees to your chest and watched tv as Bruce did work on his laptop.

You heard a noise and looked up to see Clint coming in.

"Jesus Y/N. What the fuck happened to your face?" He asked coming over to you as you looked away.

"I disobeyed." You whispered as he looked at you sadly.

"Where's Steve?" Clint asked sitting beside you.

"Him and Tony had a few conferences to go to." You replied as he nodded.

"Do you want me to make you some tea and pop tarts?" Clint questioned with a smile as you looked at him and nodded.

"Yes please." You replied softly as he nodded and smiled.

"Alright, stay here I'll go get it sorted." He said before walking away and you turned back to the tv.

Suddenly the program stopped and breaking news showed up.

"Two Avengers have been killed in a terrorist attack just outside of New York. There's no more information at this time, but we will keep updating. All we know is that Steve Rogers and Tony Stark are dead." The news caster said as your eyes widened and your face paled.

"W-What?" You whispered as Bruce looked up in shock.

"Did they just say what I think they said?" Clint asked in disbelief. You couldn't move.

"Steve and Tony are dead."

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[armylily]

13. Mountaintop Battle

~(Y/N) POV~

Thor smirked and gently grabbed my hand, wanting to lead me somewhere. I let him as we passed a few rooms to see a new armor set. My eyes widen in awe as I thoroughly look at it. The metal shined beautifully from the light of the torches. I walk closer to barely skim the cold metal with my fingertips.

"Do you like it?", Thor asks behind me.

I turn around with a big closed-eyed smile. I hear him chuckle and shuffle around. I smile when I see Thor in front of me, holding my hands.

"I'm glad you like it. You can try it on after you get cleaned up."

My eyes widen slightly as I remember that I don't look presentable. I nod and Thor leads me out of the room holding the glory.

He stops in front of a door and opens it. It held a large tub of steaming water and four maids. They all smiled as we entered. Two maids pulled me and began to take off my hood, cape, and boots. I blush in surprise and look back at Thor.

"You'll find me in the armor room." He exits the room while closing the doors.

As the maids undress me, the other two both were blushing at me. I never noticed how toned my arms and legs were until I actually looked. I have a rather somewhat masculine shape. I sit down in the tub of warm water and groan at the relaxing feel. I'm not sure how long it's been but it felt forever since I relaxed.

The maid on my left grabbed a rag and began washing the dirt and grime off my face. I smile softly as the others started to scrub my legs and right arm.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, ladies. I can do-"

The maid by my right leg interrupts me, "No, Lady (Y/N). It is an honor for us to wash your body, to even touch you. We are doing this willingly."

She finished her sentence with a smile and I look at her with wide eyes and a blush rising to my cheeks. I nod while looking away and they continue.

~Time skip cuz it'll be awkwardly homosexual if I continue~

After I dried myself off, I began to put my undergarments on. My bra was slightly tight but that's a good thing. I would rather not have my breasts flipping around and hitting my face. I then throw on my tight, black, long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and socks.

After my hair is dried, I finally look in the mirror. My dull, (E/C) eyes are full of life, my skin is now a beautiful shade of (S/C), and my lips are soft and moisturized. I look so much better than when I was dying. I smile and get up to try on my new suit of armor.

It took me a few minutes to remember the way back but I found it none of the less. Thor looks at me and smiles.

"You look great." I show him a soft smile back.

"Are you saying I didn't look great before?" I ask in a fake sad tone, just wanting to tease the god of thunder a little. His eyes widen and he shakes his head 'no' quickly.

"No, no, no, you look great in general- no, beautiful I mean, I-"

"I'm just japing with you, Thor. But thank you for the compliment." I smile back at him while he blushes slightly.

"Oh, right." Thor nervously laughs and scratches his neck. He walks towards the door and says, "Come out when you're done and we'll be on our way to your first mission." He smiles and closes the door. I turn to the set of armor and smiled.

Time to suit up.

~Another time skip~ 

I look into the large mirror on the wall and see another person. Another woman. Another angel. Another warrior. But as I look longer, I saw me. A new me. I smiled brightly at my new identity.

It was a huge struggle getting my wings through but Thor thought about them beforehand so I'll give him credit. I walk out of the room to see Thor looking at me in awe. I smile bashfully and twirl around like a young girl that got her very first dress.

I hear Thor's deep laugh and he comments, "You look like a familiar warrior angel I know. Have you seen her anywhere, my lady?" I look at him and shake my head.

"Thank you. For everything, Thor. I don't know what I would do without you."

I walk up to Thor and hug him. I could tell he was surprised by my action but he hugged me back. He starts to rub my back, slightly trying to avoid my wings. I decide to move my wings to huddle over Thor, shadowing the both of us.

"They're beautiful. I'm surprised at how well groomed they are," Thor compliments me and I reply with thanks.

I pull my wings back and ask, "Would you happen to have a sword and dagger for me? My hand-to-hand skills can only go so far." Thor then gasps and hits his forehead with his palm.

"Pardon my forgetfulness, my lady. This way."

Thor then walks to a room about 2 hallways away from the armor room and hands me a sword. It's a single handheld with not too much weight to it so that's a positive note. He walks to a rectangular burgundy box on the side and brings me a beautiful dagger.

I pick up the dagger, amazed by the beauty of how it was designed. Thor says, "That dagger belonged to my mother but she claimed that she didn't want it anymore, of course, it was too beautiful to just throw away so I kept it. Now, I'm glad I can bestow it to my hero."

I look up from the dagger and smile. I set the sword in my belt and stuff my new dagger into my left boot.

"I'm ready," I say with confidence and adrenaline.

Thor smiles and walks out of the room with me following behind. He pauses and stretches his left hand out. I raise my eyebrow in confusion but realize what he's doing. I quickly fly up, barely getting hit by Mjolnir. He then looks up at me and nervously laughs.

"Guess I should've warned you. I apologize," He says to me and I shake my head with a smile.

I start flying towards the large golden doors with Thor on my right-hand side. As the doors open, we zoom through the rainbow bridge. I laugh, feeling the harsh wind against my face. It felt so refreshing.

We began to slow down as we got closer to the circular building. I just remember a certain something or someone.

"Thor, what about Isolde?" I set my hand on his left shoulder and he stops walking. 

"She's already in my stables, do not worry. She will be taken very good care of." I nod nervously and let go.

Thor looks away and looks at Heimdall with a nod. Heimdall also gives me a nod as we walk to the portal entrance. Thor walks in first and I follow after.

It took a few seconds for us to arrive but it was very dark. It must have been night here but as I begin to look around, I notice very tall trees all around me and I smile. They all look like the trees at the Valkyrie camp, large and green, even in the darkness. I walk up to one and touch the harsh brown bark, enjoying the feel of the covering. 

Thor speaks up from the silence, "Loki is close by. We must go."

He began moving his hammer in circles and he flies away. I spread my wings and follow after him, my sword in my dominant hand. I hear thunder and see lightning strike to my left side. I am now by Thor's side as he nods towards something flying with bright white lights in the clouds.

Thor flies to the top of the aircraft and I see a hatch opening. I walk fast to the gold and red figure and knock him back with my fist as Thor grabs Loki out of it and flies off with me. I look at the man with a red, white, and blue costume and the man looks at me with shock. I set my sword back into the holster, dive out of the aircraft and, fly away to Thor. He settles on a small mountain and throws Loki down. I fly to his side, my body in a fighting stance for anything suspicious of the god of mischief.

Loki groans from the impact and laughs. I look at him with a scowl while Thor asks, "Where's the Tesseract?"

"I missed you too," Loki replies with sarcasm definitely in his voice.

"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?!," Thor bellows out with frustration.

Loki then says, "You should thank me. With the Bifrost gone, did the Allfather have to muster to conjure you and your pet here to your "precious" earth?"

Thor reacts before me and stomps his way to his brother. He pulls him up with his large hand on his throat. I push down the blush when Loki looks at me with a smile and shoots me a wink. I see Thor's hand tighten its grip. 

"I thought you dead." I look at Thor with confusion. Loki was known to be dead??

Loki looks at his brother with a smug look. "Did you mourn?"

I frown at his words. If anyone random had passed, of course, there will be people that miss them. 

Thor replies with a shakey voice, "We all did. Our father-"

"Your father," Loki interrupts. He then pushes Thor's hand off of him and makes his way to me.

"He did tell you my true parentage, did he not?"

As Loki says that sentence, he circles me while looking up and down. I wrap my wings around my body, attempting to avoid his gaze but failing as he continues to look in fascination.

Thor looks at Loki with sadness on his face, "We were raised together. We played together. We fought together. Do you remember none of that?!"

I could tell that Thor truly does care about his brother, not caring that he was adopted. I wish I would have one sibling, regardless of gender identity.

Loki turns to look at Thor with a blank expression but I could tell he's very upset, "I remember a shadow. Living in the shade of your greatness. I remember you tossing me into an abyss. I, who was, and should be, king!!"

Thor argues back and walks up to his trouble-making sibling, "So you take the world I love as a recompense for your imagined slights? No. The Earth is under my protection, Loki."

He then chuckles darkly, "And you're doing a marvelous job with that. The humans slaughter each other in droves while you idly fret. I mean to rule them, as why should I not?"

Thor shakes his head in disappointment, "You think yourself above them?" 

Loki says in an obvious tone, "Well, yes." 

Thor replies, "Then you miss the truth of ruling, brother. A throne would suit you ill."

As he said that, Loki grabs Thor roughly and pushes him out of his way, walking towards the cliff. I walk and stand by Thor, my blade still intact as the tension between them grows. 

Loki yells, "I've seen worlds you've never known about! I have grown, Odinson, in my exile. I have seen the true power of the Tesseract, and when I wield it-"

Thor struts towards Loki and demands, "Who showed you this power?! Who controls the would-be king?"

"I AM A KING!"

Thor then grabs Loki by his shoulders and continues, "Not here! You give up the Tesseract! You give up this poisonous dream!"

I interject in a soft voice but it's loud enough for the men to hear, "You can come home."

They both look at me as I walk towards them but mostly Loki with soft eyes.

He scoffs and says, "I don't have it." Thor then lets go of Loki with a push.

Loki states, "You need the Cube to bring me home. But I have sent it off, I know not where."

I then hear something unusual. I turn around to see a blue light coming towards us fast. My eyes widen and I push Thor out of the way only to be met by a force pushing me away from the mountain and to the ground. As I try to balance standing, the red and gold figure stands 6 feet in front of me.

I growl, "Do not touch me."

The mask goes up to show the face of the man wearing the suit, "Then don't take my stuff, doll." I deepen my scowl at the name.

I reply, "You have no idea what you're dealing with."

The man mocks me by turning left and right and says, "Shakespeare in the park?"

I look at him in frustration and confusion. He continues, "Doth Mother know you wear-eth her drapes?" 

My anger grows, "This is beyond you, tin man. Loki will face Asgardian justice." I pull out my blade for any surprise attacks from the man.

He replies with, "He gives up the Cube, he's all yours, doll. Until then," His mask goes down to cover his face and his mechanical voice says, "stay out of the way....tourist."

I frown more and fly towards him, punching him and making him fly back through a few trees. I feel a presence beside me and look to see Thor with a scowl. 

I look up to where Loki was and he's just sitting there, watching. Creepy but at least he's not gone. I look back at the mortal, again in my fighting stance. Thor then starts to swing his hammer in circles and the man slowly rises and shoots a blast at me, knocking me back into a tree. I hear blasters then punches being thrown. I groan and look up to see the men fighting.

I push myself out of the tree while Thor gets kicked back through another tree on my right. I shake my wings off and fly towards the metal man. I then kick his legs out from under him and push him down with my hand. He groans in pain and shoots me with another blast. I go into the air but begin to fly to stop myself from falling. 

Thor then raises his hammer and gathers lightning from the dark sky. Mjolnir shows sparks on the sides as Thor aims it at the armored mortal. As the lightning shoots out at the man, he gets pushed back a few feet but is still standing. I watch from above, ready to strike when I hear a mechanical "How about that?". 

The man then uses his hands and chest beams at Thor and I dive down. I kick him down into the ground and pull him up, throwing a few punches and then throwing him in Thor's direction. Thor doesn't succeed as the other man flies towards him and takes him through the trees. I look up at Loki and he shows me a smirk.

I feel heat rise to my cheeks as I look away. Why does he have to be so attractive? I hear more trees being torn down as I look up to see both of the men hurdling downwards and into the ground. They weren't too far so I ran towards them. As I ran, Thor threw a punch and gripped the metal man's forearms. 

The man blasted him in the face and headbutted him. Thor was unphased and also did a headbutt, sending the man flying. I giggle at the scene but turned serious as I jumped up to punch the man in the back and onto the ground. He puts both of his hands on the ground and flies up, hitting my jaw and giving me a bad headache.

I move back and groan in pain, holding my jaw. I adjust it and look up to see Thor crouching. They both ran towards each other and began to have a fistfight. Thor had the upper hand because of his strength as he picks up the tin man and throws him back on the ground.

Mjolnir arrives in Thor's right hand as he readied himself to slam it on the other man but he flies out from under him and makes Thor trip. I ran towards Thor but see that the metal man was coming back so I block the punch and push him back. As the man, Thor, and I raise our fists, something hits the two men.

"Hey!", I hear a voice yell out.

I turn around to see the same blue, red, and white costumed man from the aircraft now holding a red, white, and blue shield.

"That's enough."

The man hops down from the broken tree with a huff. He looks at me with a soft look in his eyes than to my side, or Thor, with a frown.

He says with caution in his voice, "Now, I don't know what you two plan on doing here."

Thor replies, "We've come here to put an end to Loki's schemes."

The strange costumed man looks at me again then back to Thor, "Then prove it. Put the hammer down." 

The mechanical voice pitches in, "Uh yeah, no. Bad call. He loves his hammer-"

Thor interrupts his sentence with a hit of his weapon, sending the tin man flying backward. 

Thor then yells out, "You want me to put the hammer down?!"

He jumped up with Mjolnir raised, ready to strike the costumed man. I hastily fly in front of Thor with my sword in front of his hammer.

"THOR, NO!!"

A bright light erupted from the collision and it pushed all of us back, clearing out a yard of trees on the outside of the already damaged ones. I hit the ground hard and groan from the impact. Now my wings are starting to hurt, I must've hit a rock. I hiss in pain as I push myself up with my sword.

As I stood up and walked towards the men starting to stand up, I let out a deep breath and look at Thor, waiting for his next move. He looks at me and nods, signaling me to stand down.

I set my sword back into my belt and hear the strange costumed man say, "Are we done, here?"

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[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"The Taste of You"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: Fresh AU, dark rom-com, dark!Bucky, pre-serum Steve, cannibalism, kidnapping, yandere/basement wife, meet cute-ish, gay sex n' stuff, dub-con bordering on non-con, ignoring of sexual boundaries

Summary: Just when he's given up on ever finding Mr. Right, Steve meets the - seemingly - perfect guy at the grocery store.

A dark, cute, funny, fucked up, and very tasty love story.

It's a Fresh AU. "If you can't handle the cannibalism, get out of the kitchen"--or something like that

4. Mise-en-Place

Wait! I haven't read the previous chapter(s)

Steve has to promise his coworker Daryl everything short of oral sex to get him to pick up his weekend shifts. But he does agree to do it.

And then Steve spends most of the week daydreaming about the upcoming trip with James. He packs and repacks his bag probably a dozen times. He doesn’t really know anything about what they’ll be doing, other than fucking and hanging out at the house. And he doesn’t know anything about the house except that it has a hot tub.

“The Catskills?” Clint complains when Steve calls the morning of his departure to let him know that he’ll be gone for a few days. “You’ve known this guy for a hot second and you’re letting him take you away to the middle of nowhere?”

Steve huffs. “It’s not the middle of nowhere. He’s got a house out there. He goes there all the time.” Steve stuffs his swim trunks into his already stuffed-full weekend bag, then wrestles the zipper closed. He plops down onto his bed with the phone at his ear. “Be happy for me. I really think this is going to go somewhere.”

Clint sighs over the line. “Fine. I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you,” Steve says primly.

“You’re welcome. Look, just … just let me know when you’ve gotten there safely, okay? And text me his address so I at least know where to send the cops for your body.”

“Thank you, Safety Officer Barton,” Steve drawls. “I’ll text you.” They say goodbye and Steve hangs up. He checks the time—still an hour to go. He sighs and tries to resist the urge to check and repack his stuff again.

Steve’s smile is massive as James pulls up in front of his building in the most ridiculous car Steve’s ever seen outside of a movie. “Wow,” he says.

James is movie star handsome in his windswept hair and sunglasses, jaw working as he chews a piece of gum. “Get in loser, we’re going shopping!”

Steve laughs at the line and tosses his bag in the backseat. He opens the passenger side door and slides in across buttery leather. “Is this a fucking Lamborghini?”

“Bugatti, baby,” James says, popping his gum. “You like it?”

“Well I’m not exactly a car guy but …” Steve looks around the interior and nods, impressed. “Don’t you think it’s too cold to have the top down?”

“Psh, 'course it is.” James pushes a button on the dash and the top starts coming out. He leans over and pecks a kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Just wanted to pull up in style.”

Steve hums, taking in the nice outfit James is wearing, how he manages to look so well put together even when he’s casual. (What is something like that called? A sports jacket?) “Yeah. I don’t think anybody could accuse you of not being stylish.” He tries to remember what all he’d stuffed in his bag that morning. It hadn’t all been tee shirts and jeans, had it? Hm. He fiddles with his hands, picking at where there’s still a bit of ochre #217 crusted under the nail. “This isn’t what you were driving on our date.”

“I usually keep this one out at the house,” James tells him. “I’m not about to shell out for a second parking space in fucking Midtown.”

Steve laughs at him, because anybody who drives a Bugatti sure as shit doesn’t have to worry about wasting a few grand on parking.

“Hey! It’s the principle of the matter,” James argues as they zip down Atlantic Avenue, headed for the interstate. “Some things are worth splurging on, some things aren’t.”

“Okay.” Steve settles back in his seat. “What’s worth splurging on, then?”

“Mm.” James pretends to think about it. “Cars to impress your new boyfriend,” he says, and Steve’s heart skips a beat. “Watches. I fucking love watches. Hm … travel, art, a view, privacy,” he continues listing, unaware that Steve’s still totally stuck on the first part. “And a good meal.” He looks over, grinning. “Don’t you think?”

“Um,” Steve licks his lips, trying to calm down. “Y-yeah. Yeah I guess all of those things.” He looks back out the windshield, thoughts spinning. Should he say something? He thinks he should. No better time than when they’re stuck together in a car. There’ll be no escaping the conversation. “So … are we boyfriends?” he asks, his voice coming out much quieter than he intends. He sounds exactly as nervous as he doesn’t want James to think he is. “I mean …” He looks over, can’t read James’ expression because the guy’s half cloaked by the aviators. “Are we?”

James takes one hand off the wheel and holds it out for Steve, threading their fingers together. “I was thinking that we were,” he says, not looking away from the road. “I haven’t been seeing anyone else since I met you. I haven’t wanted to.”

Steve swallows, the butterflies (or frogs or whatever-the-fuck idiom it is that lives in his stomach) jumping around happily. “Me neither,” he says. He tries not to beam too much, tries to be smooth and cool like James is. “Ah, that’s kind of what I was hoping for. What I was hoping you wanted.” He huffs and scratches at his neck awkwardly. “I just um, guess I’ve gotten used to not putting a label on things. ‘Boyfriend’ and stuff.” He looks down. “Guys tend to disappear once you start talking like that.”

“Fuck. What sorts of losers have you been dating?” James says, and Steve is so honestly taken aback that he has to laugh at himself a little and concede the point.

“Yeah, I guess you might be right.”

“I know I’m right.”

It’s cute, how James has gentlemanly outrage for Steve’s lame ass dating life. Steve shrugs, smiling because it’s nice to feel wanted for once, instead of disposable. “S’fine. It just got disheartening after a while. I was starting to think maybe I’m one of those people who’s just meant to wind up alone. The odd one out. Ya know?”

It’s quiet, and when Steve looks over he’s surprised to find James staring at him, the aviators slipped down his nose to reveal his eyes. “Yeah,” James murmurs. “Yeah I know a little bit about being the odd one out.” On the center console, his hand gives Steve’s a squeeze. “And nobody’s meant to be alone, Honey.”

Steve’s chest constricts a little. He licks his lips and watches James watch him. He doesn’t think he’s ever met anybody with eyes as kind and as real as James’. He’s so fucking genuine that it makes Steve feel cracked open whenever James stares at him, peeled down to the raw bits underneath. “You know,” he says quietly. “I’ve never met somebody who looks at me like that.”

James’ mouth quirks. “Like what?”

“Hm. Like you know me already.” Steve turns his head with a sigh and lets his eyes slip closed while he feels the warmth of the sun coming in through the car window. “Like you can read my thoughts. Like you see something other people don’t. It’s intense.”

“... Too intense?”

“Mm mn.” Steve shakes his head. “No, actually I like it. It’s nice for a change. Makes me feel ... I dunno, almost kinda savored?”

When Steve peeks at him again, he’s treated to the sight of James, with his sunglasses pushed back up, grinning at the road. His smile is a slash of sparkling white across his handsome face, making him look too good to be true. “Somebody like you should be savored,” he tells him. “You know, I think I might keep you, Steve.”

Steve grins and turns his head to look back out the window as they drive farther and farther from the city.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Steve opens his eyes, yawning as the car pulls to a stop. “Mm.” He stretches and unhooks his seatbelt. "We there?"

“We’re here.”

From the driveway, the house isn’t much to look at. It’s almost fully concealed within the expertly done landscaping, as if the house’s existence itself is supposed to be a secret. The custom building materials visible at the front door are severe but unique, hinting at what’s inside.

“Holy f—” Steve trails in after James, eyes wide as he looks around.

“Home sweet home,” James demures, dropping Steve’s bag on the kitchen island and walking over to the fridge. There’s the tinkle of ice as he pulls things from the freezer drawer. “So what do you think? It’s nice, right?”

“Um …” Steve walks slowly through the living room, taking in the expensive house. One glance around and anybody with two braincells to rub together would be able to tell that the place was completely custom made, from the studs right on up to the roof. “Yeah. It’s really ...” he looks around. “Intimidating.”

“‘Intimidating’,” James echoes, amused. He pours something amber from a crystal decanter. “I guess that’s fair. You told me I'm intimidating, and I am the one who designed it.”

Steve goes to sit on the couch. “No, I mean it’s great, don’t get me wrong.” He looks around, considering the dark wood and poured concrete and brick, the beaten leather sofas and various oddball art pieces that somehow feel right. “Very … midcentury meets 70’s eclectic.”

James smirks and brings their drinks over, handing Steve his. “Ya know, I know you’re a snobby artist,” he teases. “So I’m not sure if you’re actually complimenting my house or poking fun at it.”

Steve grins around his cocktail straw. “Well it’s more fun if I leave you wondering.”

James sits down next to him on the couch. “Gonna keep me on my toes?”

“Oh, always.”

“By the way, that’s my version of an old fashioned,” James tells him. They clink glasses in a little toast.

“To our weekend away,” Steve says.

“To our very relaxing weekend away,” James agrees. “By the way,” he nods at Steve’s glass. “There’s a little something extra in there. Want to try and guess what it is?

“Ooh. Okay. What are the stakes?”

James waggles his eyebrows. “Oral sex?”

Steve snorts. “Okay sure. But is there really a loser in that equation?”

“Probably not.” James gives him a wink. “But there is most certainly a winner.”

Steve brings his glass up for a thoughtful sip. “Hmm … peach?” he guesses.

James smirks and sinks back further into the couch. “Nope. Close though.”

Steve tries again, sips and thinks about it. “Apricot?”

“Nope.” James is looking delighted. “One more guess. You are close.”

“Well if it’s a stone fruit …” Steve frowns. “Oh! Nectarine?”

“Ha! Yep you got it.” James looks utterly pleased as he leans over to peck a kiss to his cheek. “Smart boy. You win."

Steve flushes at the words. “You don’t seem like a very sore loser.”

“There’s no bet I’d be happier to lose.” James heaves himself up off the couch with a deep sigh. “Alright, obligatory tour time?” He holds out his hand, and Steve is back to grinning like a fool as he lets his boyfriend show him around his intimidating—but also, really damn nice—house.

“It doesn’t feel very lived in,” Steve admits, as they’re changing into their swim trunks. James leads him to the back patio where there’s a hot tub sunken into the concrete. “I thought you said you spend a lot of time here?”

“I said I spend as much time as I can here. Which isn’t as much as I’d like.” James scoots over to sit beside him. “You know we didn’t actually have to wear swimsuits. We’re hours from the city.”

“So isolated. No neighbors at all?”

“Mm mn. Not for miles.”

“Wow. It’s strange to think that places like that even exist anymore.” Steve lays his head on James’ shoulder. “After a lifetime in Brooklyn, ya know? To think that there’s that much space left in the world for just two people?” He shakes his head. “S’crazy.”

“Yeah. But I like it.” James wraps an arm around his waist, holding him close. “It’s freeing, you know? You can just be yourself out here. Don’t have to worry about what anybody will think.”

“Think of what?” Steve asks, remembering how James has said similar things about enjoying privacy in the past. “Are you not out to your family, or something?”

James laughs. “No, not that. I’ve been out to everyone I know since med school. I just meant: in general, I find the seclusion relaxing. I don’t have to worry about nosy neighbors, or being too loud.” He squeezes Steve’s side playfully. “Or walking around butt naked if I want.”

Steve giggles. He pulls away from James in the water, turning to face him with a sly look. “Well, maybe you’re right then.” He slides out of his trunks and holds them up in show before tossing them away. They land with a wet 'splat' on the concrete. “Fuck swimsuits.”

James laughs in delight and copies him, tossing his shorts in the same direction. “Yeah, fuck ‘em.” They’re both laughing as he pulls Steve back in to straddle his lap, the water bubbling around them and mostly-obscuring their nudity. “Oh, Steve,” he sighs. “I’m so glad you let me bring you out here.” He reaches up and cups his jaw. “I really want to get to know you, intimately.” His thumb traces a tender path on Steve’s cheek. “It’ll be nice. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes. “Yeah, it really will.”

They talk for what feels like hours, flirting and sipping cocktails and trading jokes. They share their opinions on stupid topics and meaningful ones, interspersed with the few quiet moments that happen when one of them works up the nerve to tell the other about some intimate detail from their life.

Steve confesses that he'd reached a low point, after his mom's death, and that he hadn't improved until he'd sought out therapy. James receives the information with sympathy, and then keeps his eyes averted as he admits that he’s been married, once before. “It didn’t last long,” he mumbles, looking rueful about it. “Less than a year.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve says gently. “What happened?”

James shakes his head sadly. “He just wasn’t the one. We didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things and ... he left me."

Steve bites his lip, hating how sad James looks as he talks about it. He tries to lighten the mood by recounting the story of one hilariously bad date in recent memory. It gets James laughing again, which is a relief, and they fall back into the easy banter that seems to come so naturally to them. They’re both dog people. James prefers tea to coffee. Steve is a staunch murderer of houseplants. James fancies himself a gourmet cook.

“Yeah, you still have to prove that to me,” Steve teases as they head back inside, their discarded bathing suits left behind on the patio like shed skin.

James towels Steve off and pulls him into the bed, lying over him. “Oh, I'll prove it. Gonna cook you an amazing dinner tonight.” He dips down, kissing him gently. “But first, I think there’s a wager I lost that I need to make good on.” He kisses down Steve’s throat, his chest. “You want that?”

Steve squirms and nods, blood flowing south at just the thought of James’ beautiful mouth around his dick. “Yeah. Yeah, you definitely should. Don’t want to be a sore loser.”

“Definitely not. Especially since you’re such a gracious winner,” James continues kissing his way down, taking his time, big hands splayed out over ribs, caressing him. “Love your body, honey,” he murmurs against the pale skin of his stomach. He lets his hands slide further down, thumbs swiping over hip bones. “So sweet. So delicate.”

“Christ,” Steve complains, but James doesn’t let him get away with that.

“No. I mean it, Steven. Every part of you. You hear me?”

“Yeah yeah, I—” Steve inhales sharply as he’s suddenly enveloped in the wet heat of James’ mouth, not even very hard, yet. “Oh!”

“Mmhm,” James hums around his mouthful of rapidly-hardening dick. He sucks him gently, rubbing his hands over Steve’s hips, his belly, his sensitive inner thighs. He pops off and taps Steve’s cock against the flat of his tongue. “Feel good?”

Steve nods shakily. “Y-yeah. Yeah keep going. Please.”

James smiles and kisses his belly reverently, then takes him right back into his mouth. Even as Steve hardens all the way, James can still handle a lot, not choking even when Steve’s cock hits the back of his throat. Steve moans at a particularly strong suck. “James, yes,” he whispers, sliding his fingers into James' dark hair and holding him. “Oh, god …” A hand joins in, stroking while James lavishes attention at the head. He’s gentle in how he handles him, but utterly methodical. Steve’s hips kick up once James starts playing with his balls, and he whines near-desperately when a single finger ventures back to his asshole. “Oh fuck …”

James makes a pleased noise that reverberates all the way through Steve's cock and into his balls. He presses the tip of his finger in dry, takes him all the way down to the hilt—and swallows compulsively around the head of his dick.

Steve comes with a sudden cry, clinging to James helplessly as he spurts against his tongue. "Ah ah, ahnn ..." James hums and holds him and sucks him through it, only pulling off once Steve is shivering in oversensitivity. He lays his cheek on Steve’s stomach and waits him out while he recovers. “S-sorry,” Steve pants. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh, it’s okay.”

Eventually Steve’s breathing calms, and he opens his eyes again. He looks down at where James is resting against his stomach, his dark hair against Steve’s pale skin, mouth red and shiny with cum. “Fuck,” Steve breathes. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

James licks his lips clean, staring up at him. “And you’re delicious.” He climbs back up his body, dick hard and insistent where it drags a wet line across Steve’s belly. “Can I fuck you, Sweetheart?” he asks, the words sweeter than they have any right to be as he dips down and kisses him with the taste of cum still on his lips. “Is that okay? or are you too sensitive?”

Steve shivers, rolling his hips up even though his dick has gone soft. “No. No, you can,” he breathes, reaching down to take hold of James' cock and give it a squeeze. It's so hot and big, and the feeling of it throbbing against his palm makes arousal flare back to life in Steve’s belly. “Just … just go slow, yeah?”

James kisses him tenderly, promising, “Of course. Always. Hang on a sec.” He stretches away for the bedside drawer, and then his weight returns. He encourages Steve to roll over onto his front, gently maneuvering a pillow under his hips. “There you go,” he praises, running a hand down the center of his back, over his ass and then the back of one thigh. “God, Steve ... You’re a fucking wet dream, you know that?”

Steve huffs. “Yeah, sure.” He pulses down against the pillow, dick spent but still enjoying the sensation. He gasps when he suddenly feels James nosing between his cheeks. “Oh! Oh fuck, are you gonna —”

“Yeah,” James breathes out against his hole and grabs handfuls of his ass. He squeezes. “Oh, Baby. This fuckin’ peach of an ass." He kisses just below Steve’s tailbone and murmurs, “You’re so small but you got the roundest little ass I ever saw. You know that, Honey?”

Steve makes a tiny sound of protest, but then in the next second James is licking right over him, lapping and sucking at his hole like he can’t get enough. Steve grunts into the sheets and screws his eyes shut, panting at how good it feels. “God, ugh, James …”

James tongues and sucks at him, pulls away with the wettest, filthiest sound possible and growls, “Just want to eat this ass up.”

Steve cries out at the sharp pinch of teeth on his ass, but that sound bleeds into a groan when James sucks hard on the spot, almost certainly securing a bruise in Steve's future. “Fuck,” Steve pants quietly, grinding down against the pillow beneath his hips. He realizes he’s getting hard again just as James starts to really tongue fuck his hole—quick, dirty little jabs that make Steve clench and twitch, desperately aware of how much more he wants to feel. “James,” he gasps, mouth gone dry. He turns his head and pants. “James, oh, please. Please, come on.” He huffs and whines and tries to reach back, and James gets the hint.

He crawls up Steve’s body and seals his chest to Steve's back, kneeing his legs apart, laying his full weight into him. He kisses the nape of Steve's neck and slowly slides his hands all the way down the length of his arms, hands covering Steve's smaller ones at the very end. Steve groans at how good it feels.

“Oh, Daddy.”

He doesn’t mean to say it. It just slips out.

James is quiet for a heartbeat, feeling Steve's back tensing beneath him. He hums smugly and starts kissing and licking at his neck. “Aw, what’s wrong?” he coos. "You embarrassed, Princess? Just cause you like Daddy’s tongue in your ass? Does that get you real worked up?” Steve whines in mortification and James snickers. He licks along the shell of his ear. “Oh yeah, that’s what it is. You’re embarrassed cause you need Daddy to put something a little bigger up there, don'tcha? You need it, and you don’t want to have to ask.”

Steve moans weakly, tears nearly coming to his eyes at how easily James just accepted it, went with it. Fuck, he’s too good to be true. “Yes,” he whispers, pushing his ass back the little bit that he can, with James’ big body weighing him down. “Yeah Daddy, please.”

“Okay. Yeah, okay Baby,” James exhales shakily, as if this is getting to him just as much. “Anything you want, you know that? You can have it.” He kisses Steve’s shoulder and lubes up his fingers, dragging them right over Steve’s hole. “Relax for me, Honey. Just let me make you feel good.”

He presses in with two, slowly, and Steve gasps at the sudden pressure and the stretch. “Oh,” he pants quietly against the sheets, “Oh f-fuck ..."

“Okay?” James asks. He hooks his fingers and gives a slow drag out. “Hm?”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers. His eyes are closed and his brow furrowed as he focuses on the feeling. “Fuck, yeah. It’s–it's good ... oh…”

James pushes back in. He starts up a slow but steady rhythm, fucking him softly on two fingers until Steve’s pressing back into it eagerly, ready enough for another. “Fuck, Honey,” he groans when Steve is clenching and moaning on three of his fingers, wet and loose and pushing back into it, crying out when he gets at his prostate just right. “You ready for my cock, baby?” James asks, already pulling his fingers out.

“Yeah,” Steve says, nodding eagerly and squirming. “Yeah. Condom?”

James hums and rolls his hips, sliding his dick through the slicked up valley of Steve’s ass. “I got tested,” he murmurs. “Don’t need one.”

“What? But—”

James hushes him with a kiss to his shoulder. “We don’t need one,” he whispers, reassuring him. “It’s fine.”

Steve whines, trying to think past the haze of his lust. “Yeah but I … I don’t think—”

James has propped himself up on one arm and is holding his dick with the other, guiding it where he wants it, rubbing the head against Steve’s hole. His knees spread Steve's legs wider, and Steve whimpers,

“Oh, w-wait,”

“Shhh.” James presses harder. His cock slips inside. “Theere we go.”

Steve’s breath catches at the feeling. “Fuck, oh …”

“Beautiful.” James falls back over him, body heavy and warm, cock sliding in in in, until his hips meet Steve's ass. "Oohyeah." He grinds into him and kisses his shoulder. “You’re okay,” he soothes, hips rocking just the barest bit, his cock huge and unrelenting where it's fully seated. “S'that good? Tell Daddy how it feels."

Steve whimpers and nods tightly, because it does feel good. It feels amazing. He loves this part, always has; the first few, overwhelming seconds of being penetrated, being taken. It’s so full, so much pressure inside that he can hardly stand it. “Y-yeah,” he says shakily, thinking about the condom, how James is bare up inside him right now. “S’big. Oh, fuck, James …”

“Yeah,” James says, moving against him in another, dirty grind. Then he seeks out Steve’s mouth and kisses him as he starts to fuck him softly.

And Steve kisses back, accepting the slide of James’ tongue and the hot push of his cock as the pleasure mounts. His cock throbs against the pillow and his insides begin to coil tighter and tighter, wanting more. He tries to fuck back harder, tries to wedge a hand underneath of himself, but James catches him in against his body and rolls them over, Steve still held captive against his chest. He hooks a heel over Steve's shin, curls a hand at the base of his neck. His other hand slides down his belly, bumping his cock but not reaching to take him in hand. He just holds him still while he keeps rolling his hips, fucking up into him languidly.

It’s frustratingly slow but it’s at the right angle. In fact it’s at such a fucking perfect angle, and the feeling of being trapped so thoroughly against James' body is so nice, that Steve starts to get close anyway. He cries out and begs, telling James how good it is, babbling at him, begging him for just a touch, just a little more. “I’m gonna cum, please. Ohgod, ohmygod ...” He reaches for himself, cries out loudly when James knocks his hand away, denying him with a breathy,

“Wait.”

“Please!” Steve hiccups, voice small and thready. He’s so close.

“You feel perfect, Steve,” James whispers, kissing the side of his head. “Feels so fucking good for me, inside of your body. D’you know that?” He rolls his hips deep and stays buried up in him, finally wraps his hand around Steve’s cock.

Steve sobs and thrashes against him. “Oh, please! Uhn, ah ah—”

“You beg so pretty, Honey.” James holds him tighter at the neck and strokes him off—so tight and slow. It’s so good, so close but not enough ...

“I–I need,” Steve gasps,

“Shshsh, I know, I know. You’re so close, aren’t you Baby?” James is hardly thrusting now, just grinding his cock inside Steve while he jerks him off. “So close,” he whispers. “You can almost taste it.” He flicks his tongue over the shell of Steve’s ear and Steve sobs.

He nods against the hand on his neck, relishing the way that he’s being held so tight, controlled so completely, coaxing words whispered right into his skin, working him closer and closer to the edge. Fuck, there really are tears in his eyes now. “P-please,” he begs wetly. “Oh.”

“It’s okay,” James coos, squeezing his cock even harder and going faster, knuckling under the head on every stroke. It’s enough, finally. Oh. “Let me feel you now, Honey. Right on my dick. Let Daddy feel it happen.”

It's that knuckle under the head that does it; that, and Bucky's voice purring reassuring filth in his ear. Steve grunts as his orgasm breaks inside, that high tide of pleasure finally tipping over and crashing so good that it hurts. “Oh, god, ohfuck ...” He seizes in James’ hold, voice sticking in his throat as he goes silent and shoots off hard, pulsing and pulsing with it. So fucking good.

James groans and curses beneath him. He wraps both of his huge arms around Steve’s middle and holds him like a sex doll while he ruts into him, chasing his own climax until he’s coming, too. He fucks him through it, until his cum is slipping back out around his slowing thrusts and his softening dick, their bodies messy and wet. “Fuck,” he pants hotly against the back of Steve’s neck. “Steve.”

Steve whines at the feeling when James pulls out, the rest of his cum following a second later. “Oh god. Ugh.”

James chuckles and moves him on the bed. He lies over him, one leg thrown over Steve’s and a hand cradling his face. "C'mere, you."

They kiss, long and slow, lips dragging softly together. James hums and speaks without pulling away. “Well, that was amazing.”

“Yeah.”

He sighs and rolls onto his back. “Come here. Put your head on my chest. Lemme hold you.”

Steve obeys, turning into James and wrapping an arm over his middle, while he thinks about the cum he can still feel leaking out of his ass.

He’d tried to stop it, had felt wrong going bare when they hadn’t talked it over first. He bites his lip, unsure how to say anything now without ruining the afterglow. Maybe he can’t.

“I love making love to you, Steve,” James says quietly, tracing fingertips along his spine. “You’re so beautiful. Perfect.”

“Yeah,” Steve murmurs back, smiling a little because he’s just been fucked probably better than he ever has in his whole entire life.

... Even if James did ignore him about the condom, it was still fucking amazing.

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Who I write for /Rules

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I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

I will add a prompt list to this blog soon but again feel free to request other scenarious. Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.

I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out tho).

My writing will be for all ages but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

If you have any questions at all if i write for something, or if a topic you want me to write about is okay or not, please reach out through my asks or my inbox.

Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders):)))

I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.

I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

DC

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters

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request rules!

HOW TO REQUEST

— requests can be sent through my inbox! aka the button on my profile that says request

— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

— do you have any specifics for the reader? male, female, blonde, poc, etc?

— PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT JUST SAYS "___ x reader (blank)" WITH NO FURTHER EXPLANATION! GIVE ME A PLOT IDEA! And if you want include a prompt you want in it!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

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male, female, and gender neutral reader

or no reader, I do ships too!!

alternative universe: soulmates, coffee shop, roommates, royal, bookstore, fake relationship, coworkers, neighbors, flower shop, library, bodyguard, modern era, band/rockstar, celebrity, mermaid, pirate, teachers (you can also mix them in your request, like asking for bookstore and coffee shop au! if that makes sense)

Headcanons, one-shots, drabble, imagine, etc.

poly relationships, whether it be character x reader x character or character x character x character 

angst

fluff

smut

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

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illegal ships (incest or underage)

dark or yandere

abuse

abortion

pregnancy

omega verse

someone having cancer

rape/sexual assault

canonically gay characters with fem identifying readers/characters, same thing with canonically lesbian characters with masc identifying readers/characters (platonically is fine, romantically isnt)

character list

bolded means they’re my favorite characters to write!

DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

TED LASSO

Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton

STRANGER THINGS

Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

THE OUTSIDERS

Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randall, Twobit Matthews, Dallas Winston

MARVEL

Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, Tom), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

[more to be added]

911 FOX

Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Howie Han

STAR WARS

Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

[more to be added]

HARRY POTTER

— golden trio era

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy

— marauders era

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]

— legacy era

Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

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REACTION TO YOU ESCAPING

Bruce, Bucky and Peter would be really miserable and heart broken. They'll ask you in a broken voice if what they're doing isn't good enough for you. They just want your love and affection that's all, they're already giving you everything you could ever ask for. If you still continue to misbehave with them, I imagine them just being like 'Angel please behave, you're upsetting me'. They're the soft yanderes who will use punishment as a last resort and even then, their punishments would most probably be something like locking you in a room with nothing to do till you say sorry. They'll overpower you in an instant and give you cuddles and don't even THINK of throwing things at them, it won't work

Now as for Tony, Thor and Clint, as much as they love you, they're trying their best to control themselves and trying you up. They'll just grit their teeth and pin you to the wall and ask you why you're doing this. They really don't want to punish you either, so at the very least, for punishments I have a feeling they'll emotionally manipulate you and say how dangerous it is for you to go out there. And heck, they might give you a chance to escape, till you get caught by kidnappers or people trying to harm you to which you'll run right back into their loving arms as they shush you and tell you hw much they love you and how safe you are with them

And as for Steve, Natasha and Loki, and Scott, well they might do the 'physical stuff' to you like treating you like a doll or slapping you and things like that. They won't care at that point if you're comfortable with doing something or not, you'll most likely get spanked by them. As much as they love you you're testing their patience levels and they'll do whatever it takes to make you behave for them even if it means breaking you

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[yanderemcu]

Yandere Clint Barton: Arrow obsessed love

Who do they trust enough to tell their secret to:

Natasha and Kate

How long does it take for them to take you:

5 years

How much do they worship you:

4/10

Would they ever break their love:

Yes but only if he has to

#yandere #yandere clint barton #yanderehawkeye #yandere avengers #yandere mcu #yandere marvel #yandere boy #clint barton #hawkeye #clint barton x reader #hawkeye x reader #jeremy renner

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So I Could Ask The Avengers With A Ninja Or Anti-Hero S/O

Thank you for requesting. I'm writing this for the original six. Please do specify in the future, though. Which characters, poly or not, platonic or romantic, stuff like that, and please keep it to two characters or under in requests.

Warnings: Yandere themes, a few mentions of Reader getting injured, but not explicit.

How each of them responds to someone like you is a bit different, but all of them are not particularly fond of your lifestyle.

Steve and Tony are the worst to deal with when it comes to your profession.

They're the main ones who are heavily disapproving of you being an Anti-Hero, and the most likely to force you to quit or kidnap you because of it.

Even though you do good things, they hate how you do it.

Tony disapproves of how you go outside of the law and even kill those in power to achieve your goals. He thinks he, and the other Avengers, are right when they say you shouldn't have to kill to get what you want.

Steve hates how you recklessly endanger yourself. He often ignores your skills, instead he focuses on the few times you actually do get hurt to prove how much you aren't fit for the job.

On the opposite end of the scale, Thor would actually be the most lenient with you.

He admires your strengths and your goals, even if they're not exactly lawful. He honestly doesn't mind what you do so long as you're with him and you come back in one piece.

Clint, Natasha, and Bruce would fall in the middle.

Bruce is more on the lenient side but still doesn't much like you being an anti-hero. He's very anxious about how you go about things.

He wants you to be safe more than anything and would rather you just become an Avenger if you want to achieve your goals so bad. (But he would rather you quit fighting altogether.)

Natasha is on the more disapproving side, though definitely not as preachy as Tony or as suffocating as Steve. She doesn't think being an anti-hero is wrong considering she's a spy herself.

But it's for that exact reason she disapproves. She knows the dangers of hero and spy work and would much rather you retire your anti-hero ways. She's likely to manipulate you into quitting the longer you continue your work.

Clint lands directly in the middle. He's very similar to Natasha in why he doesn't like you being an anti-hero, but he's not as anxious about your health and safety as Bruce is.

I think he's one of the more lenient yanderes. So long as you come back safe, Clint won't force you away from it.

#yandere #yandere mcu #yandere marvel #yandere avengers #yandere steve rogers #yandere tony stark #yandere Clint Barton #yandere natasha romanoff #yandere bruce banner

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K̵͓̩͚̑̃͝a̴t̷̜͈̊͠ê̵̋̚ B̴̛̤̖̑͌ȋ̸̼̞ͅŝ̸̢̺̒h̷̭̩͠o̵̧̧̼ṗ̸̮̍͜

Oh, my dear Kate.

I hate to see you cry, seeing you suffering but oh, Kate, you look so prettier when you beg for me not to kill them.

I can’t stop myself from feeling so powerful, having you in my hands, knowing that you will only belong to me. But hey- look at the bright side, without them in our way we will be happier than we have ever been.

So please, Kate, my dearest, forget them and only look at me! Give attention only to me! Make me your everything because from now on I am all that you ever need.

You belong to me.

You belong only to ME!

Love me, Kate Bishop.

Love only me, Kate Bishop.

I̵̡̠͉͙̫̪͉͓̟̙̘̖̝̜͉͓̻͙̟̍̑́́̾̽́̽̆̿̃͒͜ l̴̬̞̪͑̓͌͗̈͌͊̓̅́̓͐̕̚͘͟ō̷̥̳̭͖̫̗͙̔͜ͅv̸̳̺̣͚̹̻̣̺͇̜͟ͅe̴̺̝͖̖͔͙̖̙͈̣͂͆̀̾̈́͊͘ y̴̢̡̧̥̹͇̰̦̳̫̗̥͊̆̂̍̃́̍͛̎͌̔͋̈͂̎̐̀̇̑̉͟͜ͅǫ̶̡̡̙̼̻͖̭̫̼̮̫͔̤̞̜̈́̉̔̊̅̿̑͋̓͐͒͟͝͝͠͡u̸̢̦̟̇̓͆͋́̓͗̅͛̒͒͒͝͝͠͡͝ s̸̘͑̿͝ơ̶̧̧̻̯̥̥͙̲̗͍͕̬̲͈̑̑͑͋̂̊̈͐́́̈́͜͟͝͝ m̵̧̡̟͙͇̠̱̩u̵̮̘͛͊̊̈́̈̈̕c̴̻̹̱̥̜̈̈́̂͛͘h̶̢̡̥͉̜͎̺̠̪͉̤̟͙̭̮̝̫͔̖ͅ,̴̎͊̈́͐̋͒̊̽̿̏ K̷̝̦͊̏̽̿̃͘͠ă̸̢̛̮̘̺̯͍͖̬͛̓̾̚͟͟ẗ̵̝̮̬̥̻̬͚̹̣̤͈̯́̅̓̿́͑̉͌̈̿́͟͜͝ͅe̴̛͇͇̮̲͈̦̖̠̒̇̀̑̓̐́͂̕͘͜͡͠ Ḅ̴͇͍̬͚̑̂̈́̈́̇̓̆̈́͛̄̋̄͗̂̒͘̚͟͝͠î̵̞̞̠̿͟ş̸̢̞̖̣̞̤̤̪͙̫̗̜̽̾͛̂͠͝ḩ̶̖̺͚̰̦͉̭̖̝͍̤̘̳̗̌͌̈́͌̇̂̇̓̿͌̆́̐̈́̚͟͠ͅo̴̧͉̫̻̫̟͖̩͔̪͈̰̭̠͍̭̩͆̿̋̓͊͛͋̈̂͝p̶̢̧̢̧͉͍̫̹̜͎̼̘͉͎͓͓̈̀̅̆̃̆̅̇̈́̀̈͆̾̉̑̅̔̀͘͡ͅ.̷̨̨̝̠͍̘̗͔̟̙̬̅̌͛͐̆̀͊̓̈́̇̏̕͟͝ͅ

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