#deceitfuldevout tag

[dragonsneversharetheirtreasure]

Watch out—Killian is back on tumblr and making threats, I just so happened to be the first (hopefully last) 🤮🤮 ughh

I blocked him. I don’t fall for gaslighting bullshit and manipulators like him and Cas is just as bad, she seems like a pick me girl who never peaked in High School so she needs to cling on to a loser

Honestly all I can say is turn off anons for the foreseeable future. And that same message goes to anyone else in the Peaky blinders fandom too

Lots of love to you Angie, love CJ

[ceirinen]

February 2024

This is all I've read this month. Thank you to the authors for creating all these stories, you're all so talented!

And if you go and check on their stories (which I recommend to do), don't forget to let them know if you liked them.

(I always tag the authors, If you are in this list and don't want to be, please let me know so I can fix it)

ARTHUR SHELBY

Family | Arthur Shelby x fem!Reader by @peakyswritings A slice of us | modern!Peaky Blinders by @call-sign-shark To bark and bite | Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC by @call-sign-shark Loose cannon | modern!Arthur Shelby x Reader by @call-sign-shark Perfect lines | Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC by @call-sign-shark

THOMAS SHELBY

Blessed be the fruit | soft!dark!sergeant!Tommy Shelby x maiden!Reader by @deceitfuldevout Daddy's Princess | Thomas Shelby x Reader by @garrison-girl-08 The neighbour's cat | Tommy Shelby x Reader by @acewritesfics Lost in the rhythm | Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader by @red-riding-wood My hero | Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader by @jomarch-wannabe

ALFIE SOLOMONS

The one with Alfie owning an erotic bakery shop by @justrainandcoffee

Reckless | Emmett x fem!OC by @cillmequick People worth saving | Emmett x fem!Reader by @pedropascallme Imagine Emmett when he realises one of the creatures is nearby by @touchtheinvisiblestars

Suburban House | Mike Kiernan x fem!Reader by @cillianslovebug Happy Purge | soft!dark!Mike Kiernan x student!Reader by @deceitfuldevout

[navybrat817]

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[dangertoozmanykids101]

6:30a Coyotes yipping & yapping behind our house to the left.

sound only-cant see 'em

The video of my bone dry neglected back yard doesn't really count as "video". This was about recording the coyote sounds. No visuals of the coyotes. They're somewhere in the brush of the open space land behind us. A mix of chaparral shrubland and grasses.

The coyotes just kept talking and talking and talking. What's funny is that an ambulance drove by on the main road down the hill. You guessed it - the siren totally set them off. At first the siren was louder, but I had to do a double take because I swore that the sirens sounded like a whining animal. As the ambulance got further away, the coyotes continued yipping for at least 10 to 15 minutes maybe.

I took video for about a minute, then hubby and I just sat there, ate breakfast and listened to these little guys yip up a storm.

I've never heard coyotes so close to the house before. A couple lots behind us are vacant and across the street from those lots open space continues up the hill and connects as corridors between several large Open Space Preserves, so we have lots of wildlife. One of our neighbors has even caught a mountain lion on their dash cam several months ago. WHOA! So exciting!

You can also hear a red shouldered hawk in the video. Can't see it, but you can hear it. A pair lives in the grove of eucalyptus trees across the street from us. I have enjoyed listening to them daily since the day we moved in 19 years ago.

I've tagged a few buddies who I think might get a kick out of hearing my morning coffee chatter. Specifically — our beautiful community lives all over the world. I feel strongly that the tiny details of our lives make us the same and make us different, and I love to share those. In fact I'm head over heels anytime someone shares little details of life somewhere else: slice of life details. My excitement is both from a personal perspective as well as from a writing and reading perspective.

@ladyoftheteaandblood @nildespirandum @caffiend-queen @acidcasualties @gigglingtiggerv2 @americasass81 @muddyorbs @mochie85 @talklokitome @emeraldrosequartz @latent-thoughts @mooncat163 @devikafernando @so-easy-to-love-me @lokisgoodgirl @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay @myoxisbroken @jtargaryen18 @imanuglywombat @redfoxwritesstuff @bluestaratsunrise @alexakeyloveloki @boredbrooder @mastreworld @nonsensicalobsessions @deceitfuldevout @punemy-spotted @georgiapeach30513 @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes @wolfsmom1

If you don't want to be tagged on my random ramblings like this, just holler. If you are interested in my rabbit holes of the day and want to be tagged, just holler.

[eccentricallygothic]

★ rules: in a new post, show the last line(s) you wrote (or drew)

I am going to show two because I got tagged twice, once by the loveliest @navybrat817 and then my sweetest baby @chxrryhansen I LOVED both of your lines omg <3

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The Master brandished a teal glass vial from the pockets of his pants before a pinch of his fingers pulled the cork out with a soft plop, the sound causing the bride of the Anti-Christ to slightly jump from where she kneeled in complete submission. The ritual bowl that had been placed on the ground aligned with the headside of the seedbed hissed with a glow when the stopper was discarded in it. Syd had to sniff again as he brought his index finger to his lips and accepted it in the humid cavern, swirling his hot tongue along the digit to dampen it before sheathing it through the neck of the cylindrical bottle to gather the miracle dust it contained.

"Mouse, remind me what that rule about not speaking out of our turn is about?"

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No pressure tags <3: @katherineswritingsblog @brandycranby @vanwritesfan-fiction @jamneuromain @deceitfuldevout @lilacevans

(I know I haven't properly interacted with some of you but I am socially awkward sorry, still wanted to tag y'all though <3)

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Steve Rogers

A collection of Steve x reader stories. Give the craters love.

No Smut

A Misunderstanding @kinanabinks Summery: You and Steve slept together a couple of weeks ago and, though he said he would, he hasn't called you since. Harsh words from your best friend lead you to accept that he just doesn't want you in that way. Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Bullying, Drugs, Alcohol, Angst Special Tags: College AU, Frat AU,

NO VACANCY @giorno-plays-piano Summery: He told you so much already, describing in details his native planet, its nature and weather conditions, the way Vaalorian society works, and their history and values. Warnings: Kidnaping, Mentions of Rape

Noble Intentions @giorno-plays-piano Summary: He told you so much already. It’s hard to comprehend their complex technology. You’re willing to learn more as long as Steve is willing to talk. Warnings: Kidnaping Special Tag: Alien AU

Smut

The Passenger @deceitfuldevout Summery: Hydra has taken over S.H.I.E.L.D, forcing Steve and the other avengers to flee. Now on the run with no one to trust.   All you wanted was to go home. Warnings: Rape, Public Sex, Violence Special Tags: Dark

So Pretty With a Knife in Your Hand @witchywithwhiskey Summery: You lure a man out of the club by pretending to be drunk, but instead of taking you home, he falls right into your trap and winds up in the clutches of your serial killer boyfriend. Warnings: Mentions of Rape, Murder, Violence, Kidnapping, Torture Special Tags: Dark, Serial Killer AU, Dirty

Nothing He Could Do But Touch You @witchywithwhiskey Summery: You move in and become Steve's roommate, but the longer you live in his apartment, the more obsessed with you he gets—until he just can't help but touch you while you're sleeping. Warnings: Rape Special Tags: Dark, Voyeurism, Somnophilia

Sweetheart @clints-lucky-arrow Summery: Fondly, you think of him as the spirit of the young boy who lived - and died - here many years ago. His name is Steve, but you mostly call him ‘sweetheart.’ Warnings: Rape, Stalking, Violence, Murder, Special Tag: Horror AU, Dirty

Kiss and Cry Summery: Steve Roger's was known as the 'nice guy's but to you he was the son of Satan. He made your life hell on earth. But that all changes when you one day when your parents invite him and his family over for dinner. Warnings: Bullying, Stalking, Forced Relationship. Special Tag: Omegaverse, Highschool AU, Dark

Honey not vinegar @biteofcherry Summery: He brakes you down with praise Warnings: Manipulation, Verbal Humiliation Special Tag: Omegaverse, Dark, Soft

Preying on You Tonight @evansbby Summery: Steve is the menacing alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every single day. But what happens when Steve finds out you have a boyfriend? Warning: Bullying, Stalking, Verbal Abuse, Rape Special Tag: Omegaverse, Dark, College AU, Dirty

Run Rabbit Run @dreamlessinparis Summary: When a simple Friday the 13th party turns into an unexpected night of horrors Warnings: Violence, Drugs, kidnaping Special Tag: Horror

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[dangertoozmanykids101]

TOOZ WRITING PROMPT

Today's inspirational exhibit shall feature some naughty nudies in Ascii coded images and any muse images where I could find our boys even near a computer.

I'm in the mood for some tech nerds and IT experts to work on our gal's system. Let's tell our heroine what she needs and what our talented muse can do for her.

Today is my brilliant husband's birthday. I will proudly brag that he is a golden boy in a pretty big pond. He is a problem solver and can learn anything he needs to on the fly.

I'll be honest - when he tells me about work, I get so turned on! He is sexy as all hell when he is achieving the impossible! Plus that man spoils me rotten with solutions to problems I never even knew I had, because there is always an easier way this or that could be done. He'll figure it out. From day one, this man has me wrapped around his finger!

So to celebrate hubby's birthday in my own little way, I'm posting a prompt for some tech talk telling our heroine about what can fit in her available slots.

Let's talk titties!

For your inspiration, I have collected a few ascii images and stuff, all on the topic of tits and ass. You can thank @latent-thoughts, @maple-seed, and @muddyorbs for this rabbit hole I fell down this afternoon.

This shot's from @sebstanlove on Instagram.

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I'm trying to remember who got a kick outta these prompts ? If don't want to be tagged, no worries - just let me know. We all use Tumblr differently. And I am crazy disorganized, but I promise I will start a list this week!!!

[emerald-evans]

feasts of my flesh

pairing - ghoul!robert pronge x dark!reader

w/c - 500

warnings - 18+ dark content, nothing is explicit 

a/n - this is being posted separately due to ✨dumblr✨ but this is for @autumnrose40 who is always causing trouble in my inbox. She made a wonderful edit that inspired this, but I have no idea what happened to that ask so I couldn’t add it to this 😩

tagging some friends: @deceitfuldevout @dbnightingale24

After searching for months on end for a new place to live, you have given up on overpriced condos and creepy basements. The little bungalow made in the 70s captured your heart with its vibrant colours and  peeling wallpapers. Despite the strange stares and worried looks you received from your new neighbours, you can't help but adore your new home.

You weren't stupid, you had heard the rumours before moving in. They hadn't lived there too long, barely been together 5 years. The first family that lived there mysteriously vanished. Well, the wife and son did. They never knew what happened to the husband. Some say they saw him roaming the halls months after their death, and others believe he killed them and escaped. Robert his name was. Robert murdered them, they said. It could be true, your realtor couldn't leave the little house after the first showing fast enough. You were able to get your hands on her again. Luckily. 

You asked around, and came to find out that most tenants moved out within a few months. In such an old house it was normal to hear random creaks in the wood, but something about the basement freaked them out. Who could blame them, those hanging chains were permanently welded into the wooden beans on the ceiling, reinforced with steel fixtures. As if anyone would ever make it past him. The bin was in the best shape. It's white colour mostly stayed as it is, despite it's obvious vintage appeal. A few red scratches decorating the inside of it.The night you moved in was eerily still. Not a single crack in the wood or impetuous cold breeze. Silence.

After scrummaging through the old attic, you came across a few photo frames. The first of a small family, a husband/wife and their son, the next one was of the same boy smiling brightly at the camera. The last one was what you were looking for. Him. There he was. You understood why many suspected it was him, his long hair framing his broad shoulders, and the mutton chop beard that hadn't come back into style. The picture wasn't clear, how could it have been, but it was all you needed. You gathered your supplies and got to work. 

With everything in place, you light the candles. The surrounding fixtures begin to illuminate amongst the crackle of the fire. His son's old teddy bear, your realtors corpse, and the droplets your blood circling around them, all come to light within the small four walls of the attic. With everything laid out in front of you, he had to be able to find you. 

"Come back to me, my love", you whisper. 

The candles begin to flicker as you felt a chill run up your spine. The fire suddenly dies down, while you are able to see the faint outline of a sinister smile and cerulean blue eyes.

"Ah toots, it took you long enough."

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[charmed-asylum]

RUMOR HAS IT

Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x Angelina Fury (OC) Word count: 7,329

SUMMERY: Life was perfect for American boy, aka Steve Rogers. Great friends, hot cheerleader girlfriend, love and adore by everyone. Everything was perfect till senior year when Angelina came around and an anonymous gossip column, Rumor Has It, threatening to expose everyone’s dirty laundry.

⚠️WARNING:⚠️. It’s gonna get dark as we get deeper into the story. No one under age of 18 read this. Many dark themes. Before you ask there gonna be some thing explain later on in the story. THIS CHAPTER IS LONG. BITCH FIGHT /MOODY TEENS BLACKMAIL/ SEXUAL ASSULT/PERSON BEING DRUG is some of many warning. Everyone is 18 while Steve cute as he is 20 and Bucky is 19.

A/n: I wanna thank @sage1998c for coming to me w this. I hope I make you proud. If you wish to be added let me know if you wish to tell me I need to sit my booty down okay let me know I got a donut really for my buttocks. Also sorry for the 50 days delay grad school and a shitty computer can do that to you. Also tumblr hates me huh

Based on this Request: Hi I was wondering if you would please consider doing a dark Steve high school au story starting Kat Graham as the main oc/face claim. I would really appreciate it if you would think about it.

Tagged: @patzammit @what-is-your-wish @cjand10@sage1998c @deceitfuldevout@sage1998c @david-winters-93 @alagalaska

Pervious Chapter // Master List// Rumer Has it ML

CHAPTER 2: I write sins not Tragedies

Hot touch covered her with a pitch of cold sweat. Screams grew louder by the minute. A blurry vision of flames and hands came to sight. Quit whispers mumbled into white noise. Then it all went black.

“AHH” Angelina screamed out, jumping up in her queen size bed. Tears welcome soft cheeks. Bending over, she started counting back from 100. Without thinking, she traced the three-long line scar on her upper back.

Rumor has it now had over 10 million fans, and it’s only been out for a few months. It was getting harder to please folks and keep others in check. But she was cooking on something big. Something that makes those tiny tales and stories sounds like a nursery rhyme.

She turned to her side and pulled out her NIKE runner shoes from under the bed and keys decided it was a good time to run.

Zipping up her red Fabletic hoodie, she sneaked past the nosy shower and unprompted concert her dad was giving them out the front door. She felt something she had been feeling for two weeks now, a presence lurking around her. Bending down to tie her shoes, she checked for the flip blade she had hidden in her sock. Angelina slowly peeks in the reflection of the side mirror to see if it was anyone, none.

No one knew it, Angelina reminded herself.

Getting up to stretch her back a bit, securing her nightstick she stole from her dad the day she came back.

The breeze felt good as Angelina jogged down the empty suburban streets. The only people out were the newspaperman and a few crusaders that survived last night. Felt good.

“ On you left,” a voice shouted out before passing you.

A childish chuckle left as Angelina pushed a bit harder to catch up. Trying harder as hard as she could, she finally caught up to Steve, shouting out, “on your right.”

They both kept pushing one another, trying to win. After a bit, Angelina had to stop and ran into a neighbor's front yard. Steve shortly joined beside her. He was laughing a bit harder than average, holding his lower stomach.

He turns to her and stares. She was out of breath, puffing her chest in and out, making it pop out a bit in her navy blue sports bra.

“ Ain’t you a bit out of place, Rogers,” Angelina said, still out of breath.

He didn’t say anything, just watched as the sweat dripped down her neck and her chest went up and down. He wasn’t going to say anything to her, but he couldn’t stop himself. Steve has been doing that a lot lately by coming by to watch her house. After the second set of pictures Brock gave him: her in the girl locker room and coming out of the pool, he needed more. He looked down at her crotch area. Those panties would do, he thought to himself. He was already making a plan to pop in while she was away at cheerleading practice. That was the newest thing he did. It started two weeks ago when he started to come over. The window was open, and again he found himself going through the principal bedroom.

“ Not even Bucky can keep up. Is there anything you can’t do” Steve asked, lending his on the right hand?

“ Pee standing up is for one, so I guess you beat me there, for once,” Angelina said, slowly getting up.

Sweat peaks from under her sports bra. Steve had this discussion with himself for a bit, but he concluded she was 38c. As if the thought alone wasn’t making him feel something he should, her stretching made him grow incredibly hard.

“-Bucky, wow, he looks like a pig running around in the mud,” Angelina said, laughing at the memory.

He has been seeing her and Bucky together, never for long but always a couple of times a day. He tried asking Bucky about it, but he never answered, just told him it was nothing. He hated that he kept him in the dark and that he had secrets. Most of all, he had what he wanted, a relationship with Angelina.

“ You spend a lot of time with James,” Steve asked.

She didn’t answer him; instead of pretending, he didn’t say anything and looked at the mailman drive past.

“ Getting later than I wanted. Good run. Maybe next time, pace yourself better. You could have beaten me if you don't overdo yourself half a mile in,” Angelina said before running off.

The grip he had with the grass tighter. Breath stopped as he tried to calm himself. But it didn’t work. He knew she wanted him. It was plain as day, but she kept saying or doing something to upset him. He knew it was the price he had to pay after everything he went through.

Clicks of locks and chatter fill the abyss of the busy hallway—most in their groups, some alone, all reading and gossiping about the latest stories.

Rumor Has it some people were never taught the golden rule to treat others the way you want to be treated. It looks like Mr. Doom got some learning to do. Someone was voted most unlikeable.

Even if there wasn’t any news coming around, most people brought it on themselves to start up a game of it. Rumor has it. Make bets dares out of all of it.

Steve hated it. Instead of talking about the accomplishments he made like they usually do, it was all about that stupid blog. His jaw clicked as he sat back against his locker, watching them all go about their business. Shoulder push out to look broader chest out to show his status. With a bump, he looked down on the floor jackpot, he thought to himself. One thing he was waiting for was his little treats. With a simple swipe, he slowly took his boot and dragged it closer to him. His palms grew sweaty with nerves and excitement. Once, he was inside an abandoned bathroom close by the older side of the school, his office. He opened it and started to paint. There she was in the pool floating after-hours with her top off. Steve's thick fingers gently traced the picture right on her nipples and lips. With another hand, he dug deep and stroked himself, tracing back to her nipples. She did this, he said to himself over and over. She was the one who made him do this. He was a good Christian boy, perfect, and she was the apple of the sin dress in white—his Angel. The picture suddenly started to crumble as he released it. His face was covered in sweat, hair dripping flick to his forehead out of breath fatigue.

DING-DING

Fixing himself a bit, he ignores the warning bell. A few pictures and words cover half of his reflection. Once he felt everything was back into place, he quickly left the bathroom with a click of a key he had hidden between his compress with a picture of Peggy. Maybe he will play dress-up with her this week and have her wear Angelina undies he stole or something.

“Woo punk, where have you been?” Bucky shouted out from behind him.

“ Just huh, having some alone time before class. What up, jerk” Steve asked, pulling his sleeves into place.

“Huh, you ask me. You've been acting pretty weird lately. Look, it’s okay I’m okay if your friends are still with Nat. I’m onto new and better things now,” Bucky boosted.

He rolled his eyes at that statement. He needed more people he could rely on, not people that have him question himself more than another.

“ Nothing Bucky. Just pump about the game,” Steve said.

He sighs and mumbles something under his breath.

“ Just great. Typical you. How could you? I thought you appreciated good home values as much as I did. Why do I see you with Angelina? Was Nat the only cheater” Steve hissed into Bucky's ear.

Bucky stops in the middle of the hallways and pushes Steve into a locker.

“ Say that again. You can not be serious. This is all about her. How has nothing ever changed? What are you talking about” Bucky said, holding up his casted arm to Steve's neck?

More people came around to watch—the attention he did not want. Pushing Bucky back, he walked outside the door to the track field. Bucky follows behind like he always does. Steve looks around, making sure they outrun everyone.

“ I went to the gym after that thing came out and saw you with her. Seems very close. You did not know she was coming back either. So when did you two spend all that time together” Steve said harshly.

Pulling his hand down his face, Bucky sighs and looks at Steve with a frown.

“ Ten months ago. When I was at my darkest, I was in the hospital dealing with this” he stops and points to his arm “ I do not know how but she was there one night. She was in a hospital gown, black leather jacket with studs, and combat boots with candy and a little teddy bear on a motorcycle in her hands. Hours we talked about old days. For next week each day, she came by at night. The day you came over, she was gone. I asked around no one even knew who I was talking about. Stevie. Day she came to school on her Harley was the first day I saw her since then. She knew how hard and far I had come. She was checking I did not have another slip-up. That girl is a Pandora box, Steve,” Bucky said.

“ Why didn’t you tell me at the end of the line, Buck. Who are you loyal to, huh, me or her” Steve asked, pissed.

Before he could say something, the loudspeaker went on.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IN LIGHT OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT COMING AROUND I PRINCIPAL FURY AND LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT, DECIDE TO ISSUE A CURFEW AND A PRENATAL CAP ON ALL ELECTRONICS. TO ADD ON, I KNOW YOU MAY HAVE QUESTIONS BUT ALL CLASSES WITH MRS. HALL HAS BEEN SUSPENDED AND BE TAUGHT BY MR. COULSON UNTIL THE END OF THE YEAR. IF YOU HAVE ANYTHING THAT CAN BE USEFUL TOWARDS THIS OPEN INVESTIGATION, COME TO MY OFFICE OR A TEACHER.

Bucky looked at Steve then down at his phone as it started to light up.

“ That's Tony he said; come to the fountain. It's an emergency,” Bucky said and rushed past Steve but not before he could bump his shoulder into Steves. Steve frowned and punched the brick wall as a bit of blood covered his fingers; he glanced at his apple phone:

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Everyone settled around in front of the school, sitting down on its school fountain. Nat at the end with Bruce talking, making out. Tony next to Pepper talking over a class project and Peggy in her cheerleading uniform fixing her makeup. Angelina linger by a nearby tree in her mom jeans with a black belt with a heart on the front black tank top tuck in with crystal necklace wrap around her neck in one of her dad’s old flannel drooping over her tiny frame hair bone straight with her bangs tipping the top of her glasses reading Little Women.

Steve and Bucky rush to the group out of breath.

“ Tell me this is not true,” Bucky said, holding his phone up.

Tony peeks up from his shades and looks at the phone.

“ Yeah. Sam was pulled out from class. Next, I knew he was screaming at Fury. Hall has not left the office. Who would have known about this? This is next-level shit,” Tony said.

“ It has to stop. Who can be able to do something like this” Nat said, a little sad?

“ Was not me that all I know,” Peggy said.

Angelina pops off from the tree and walks over.

“ Peggy, no one said it was you. Stop with the William Shakespeare dramatics,” Angelina said with an eat-shit grin.

Peggy looks at her then back at Steve.

“ We know someone like you can not be behind it. It has to be someone else who would know of this. Teacher or something,” Steve said.

“ Yeah. I got better things to care about like Prom,” Peggy said, playing with her mirror.

“ I thought you did not care about this shit. Why do you care? Maybe it's your dad, and you're trying to cover it up,” Steve said with his hand intertwined with Peggy's.

“ You're right. It makes the most sense. My dad is the principal. However, he doesn't give a shit about all this. And he still has a flip phone. Stevie. I care because they outed me. They did everyone, but one, two, and three,” She said, pointing to Steve, Tony, and Pepper.

“ Hey, I am an open book. Alright. So leave me out of this,” Tony said, getting up.

Angelina laughed.

“ Just making a point,” Angina said, pulling her vape from her flannel pocket.

“ Anyway. I was thinking. Sam can not be alone. I am going to throw a party tonight,” Peggy said.

Brock talks over just that and screams,” PARTY AT PEGGY HOUSE TONIGHT.”

“ I assume this is open to everyone or stick up the ass club. Hey, sweet cheeks,” Brock said, giving Angelina a wink.

“ And with that, I am out. Too many Breakfast Club rejects,” Angelina said, walking off.

Brock let out a catcall and shook his head. “ Can you believe she is up for Prom Queen”?

Peggy's head quickly turned to him, “ WHAT.”

Brock smirks at her discomfort and walks off.

“ Maybe it's him,” Bucky stated.

With that, Steve nods and watches as the two walk further away. Tonight might be perfect.

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Fury marches back and forth. Fist under his chin, thinking. Angelina had her feet up on the chair, looking over Gram and texts to a few people.

“ I do not know how this happened. Hall is one of my best teachers. Two years. Sam is 18 now, which means since he was 16. That rape. Shit. Maybe I should rethink this curfew,” Fury said.

“ You and I both know you can not judge a book from its cover,” Angelina said.

“ Still, this is not good. What if one of these things makes someone do something crazy” Fury said.

“ You're right—your right, Fury. You tried to, and I do not know, hack it, see who is doing it. Can you do that knowing a guy” Angelina asked?

He shook his head.

“ You're my guy. Honey. I figured it out. Who is blowing up your phone” Fury asked with an eyebrow bend?

“ A friend. She wants me to come over. But maybe we can chill and stay in—play monopoly. Like we used to do,'' Angelina said, putting her phone down.

Bucky came in before stopping.

“ You wanted to see me,” Bucky said.

Fury looks at Angelina, then at Bucky.

“ Yes, Yes. Honey. Go over and be back by 10. I need to talk to Bucky,” Fury said. With a nod, she salutes Fury and walks out.

Fury waited a second before walking over to his desk and sitting down.

“ So James. Have anything for me” Fury asked.

“ No, Sir. Nothing,” Bucky said, shrugging his broad shoulders.

He nodded and hummed to himself. On his desk were a picture of him and Angelina and a woman in her forties.

“ Keep an eye out. I am doing a lot to make sure no one knows about what happened before. It would be a lot harder if people knew where exactly you were for those months,” Fury said.

Bucky sighs and rolls his eyes.

“ Yes, sir,” He said, then left.

“ Still think I am the worst Fury, Jamie,” Angelina said, waiting outside.

“ No, that bastard you called dad to be that. We gotta talk,” Bucky said.

She smiles and wraps her arm around Bucky’s neck and plays with his short bit curly neck hair.

“ And what is that?” Angelina said playfully.

Bucky looks at her lips before pushing her away.

“ Steve. He might know,” Bucky said.

Angelina's smile got brighter.

“ Know what, Bucky,” Angelina asked, hand on her hip.

“ About us,” Bucky said, flicking a finger between the two.

“ No, he does not. What if he does. We can be friends. Or this about the two of you. Little fun you two have now and then. Does Bucky want to have him join? We both know you two love each other. You probably bit more than him. Maybe we can kiss and tell,” Angelina teases.

“STOP. I'M NOT GAY. ANGIE. WE HAVE TO STOP TALKING. BEING AROUND EACH OTHER,” Bucky hissed, holding onto her bicep.

She pulled away and looked at him.

“ Do not worry. So afraid of Steve. What can he do, Bucky? You are a bipolar Winter Soldier. Could you not talk to me at the party? I don't particularly appreciate talking to you when you're like this,” Angelina said and walked off.

Bucky slid down the wall and pulled his head between his arms. If only she knew how dangerous he could be.

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Party was starting to get lively when Angelina walked in hours after. Peggy had more than a dozen handwritten notes in her locker. She had to tame her before it could get worse. She was already inching to release the next rumor.

Streamer and unwrap condoms fell from the ceiling and plaster over the walls. Drake boom from the nearby speaker. She walked against the sea of people looking for Peggy but found MJ with Peter in the kitchen.

“ Hey Angelina over here,” MJ shouted over the loud music. Peter had his arms wrapped around her shoulder, bopping his head to the beat the best he could.

“ What up, Jones Parker? So this is a Marvel High party,” Angelina asked, standing across the pair.

“ Yeah. I know, juvenile. Peter here, though, has to make an appearance. He is popular now. Congrats on the nomination. You got me and Peter vote,” MJ said, taking a sip.

She nodded her head and looked around. Her eyes slowly stop at a pair of brown eyes. Who spotted a similar look, one from her past often used. A chill covers her bare shoulder.

“ Hey, you cold,” a voice said from behind her.

Steve stood there with Bucky and Peggy right beside her.

Angelina looked back to see the pair of eyes had left.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. Nice party Peggy. Guess you're more than a pleasant voice and nice boobs,” Angelina said nonchalantly.

Bucky sip on his drink and smirk.

“Well. You will be surprised by the many things I know how to do,” Peggy said.

Steve looks at her, and she must be still mad at the slip-up he had in the car, he thought.

“Did I hear a bitchy voice? I knew Angelina had to be nearby,” Tony said, walking over to toss an arm around her shoulder.

Curving her lips a bit, she bit down the never-ending need to roll her eyes.

“ Hey Tons, the only way you hear a bitch is by tuning up for tool R,” she said.

“ Cute. Well, Peggy Steve, I’m bored. Let’s play a game” he stops and looks around at all but one confused face. “Who's up for a game?” Tony asked, tossing his Tom Ford navy blue blazer over Angie. “ Sweet Peggy, be a host and get some more drinks,” Tony said, taking a sip of his drink.

“ No, I do it. I do not drink anyway. Peggy, which way” Angelina said, pushing from the counter.

“ That way, it's in the wine cellar,” Peggy said with a bit more sass.

Angelina rolled her eyes. Peggy really can not be mad at her for still getting nominated. Before she could cross past Peggy, she blocked her way out and gave Steve a passionate kiss on the lips. She was smudging her Bésame 1946 Red Velvet lipstick across his pink lips catching the whole room in shock.

“ He mines Bitch. Just like Prom Queen. Trash Bitch” Peggy hissed into her ear.

“ Whatever. I do not want him or care for the title. You're just a sad excuse, little girl. Soak it up. Because you are popping baby number four before you're 21,” Angina said toe to toe to Peggy.

Peggy frowned that it was something she confided in Angelina when that first night they were together. She was not even mad at her but the man she had just kissed. She always envies Angelina. Angelina knew that very much and always used it against her.

Angelina looks at the crowd around them and flips them the finger.

“ FUCK PLAYING GAMES WHO UP FOR TRUTH OR DARE,” she shouted out.

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Steve watches from across the circle at Angelina laughing at Peter trying to do the Unlock it ( Lock it) dance. He tried to talk to her, but Peggy was extra clingy.

“ Hey, have you heard from Sam?” Scott asked.

“ No. I haven't; he is not here?” Steve asked.

Peggy snorted at Sam's name.

“ Poor Sammy, baby. Now he is a boy I should have fucked. I bet he got a big fat dick,” Peggy giggled into Steve's sleeve.

“ She's just drunk,” Steve said, grabbing Peggy up.

Angelina stops and looks at the two.

“ Need me to lay her down?” She asked for a brow bent with suspension.

“ No, she's fine. Can you grab me some water” Steve asked?

Peggy pushes past Steve rocking back and forth.

“ I do not need a man or woman to help me. I fucking Marget Carter. You all should bow down and worship me. I am everything you losers are not. With a snap of the finger, I can end you,” Peggy said on baby deer feet.

Taking her arm, Angelina pushed back everyone.

“ Peggy, shut the fuck up. No one is trying to do anything to you. She is drunk. MJ Nat help,” Angelina said with others walking behind her.

Tony started to slow clap, laughing. “ One hell of a bitch, but damn, that demanding tone makes it even harder for me.”

Brock started to laugh with a bent-over wheezing laugh.

“ Follow me,” Steve hissed into his ear when everyone decided to watch Halloween instead.

Brock waited a bit and followed the golden prodigy to the garage. As soon as the door closed, Steve’s elbow was against Brock's neck. Eyes dark as the midnight sky, Steve pushed a bit harder.

“ You know, when I was younger. I had a pet dog. I loved that dog. Skippy was his name. He and I were unbreakable. Everywhere I went, he went. All until one day, Skippy decided to chew my GI Joe action figure. Even at my weakness, I still was able to snap that bitches neck into two. You, I do not like you. So what stops me from snapping this neck and tossing you beside Skippy” Steve said with a wide grin.

With one hand, he pulled a baggie of Brock's drugs and flicked it back and forth.

“ My sweet angel. As spicy as she is. She is a good girl. No drugs or liquor. Smokes only organic. She is perfect but if she likes anyone else who takes this she will be…. Well, fuck up. I want you to slip these into her drink and take some up-close pictures. Maybe one with a dick. With your phone this time. You got until the last person leaves this party if not. Before you even reach your car. Cops are up to your ass,” Steve said.

Brock's eyes grew ten times big.

“ You fucking stupid. That fucking jail time. I will be someone bitch. Fuck that. Angelina strong you think she will allow me to slip her a pill, you crazy man” Brock said, pushing Steve.

“ Did you forget? You are only one person bitch, and that my bitch. And I am ten times crazier than anyone you are ever going to meet,” Steve said, letting go and flicking the bag of drugs to his feet.

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She watched from the corner as MJ and Nat both gave up and left. Peggy had locked herself in the bathroom about five minutes ago, which led her to now pick the door open.

With one hard push, the door swung open.

“ You do care,” Peggy said with her arms wide open, mascara running.

“ That is a stupid question. You know I do. I shouldn’t with the crap you pulled down there. You were about to spill it. All we have done down the fucking drain,” she said, shaking her head.

Angelina looked at her and sighed, then got on her knees and put Peggy's cheeks into her tiny hands. Her ruby red nails gently rub her cheek.

“ You know I care. I didn’t know about the prom thing. I didn’t. It doesn’t matter if that’s why you're upset, don't worry, it’s just some silly contest. I used to be like you. I look at all the wrong reasons for validation. It became a drug I feed on. In the end, it was that same thing that ended up almost destroying me. “ Angelina said softly.

Peggy pushes at her and frowns.

“Nothing wrong with me. I got you and Stevie. We are going to be remembered for decades after we are gone. I heard something that can make us go to the next level,” Peggy whispered, pulling out a small baggie.

“ You shouldn’t depend on anyone. For most men. They only care about themselves. When I was younger, I learned about the 1st boy who showed me attention. I gave them a part of my sanity. To get it back, it cost my peace my soul” she stopped talking and touched her back “ Alright. If you feel it’s big, we put it in for the next one. You remembered how I taught you” she asked. Peggy went to grab her phone when there was a knock.

They look at each other. Angelina hushed Peggy's giggles and went to the door. Peaking out, she saw two glasses of water and a thing of pills. Picking up, she started to turn when someone startled her, making her drop the glasses on the floor.

“ Fuck. Really” Angelina said, pissed off, bending down to pick up the glass.

Brock smirks down at her.

“ But come on. I got you a little something. Think of it as a white flag. I surrender to you peaches,” Brock said, blocking the door.

Looking up, Angelina rolled her eyes, “ Why won’t you leave me the fuck alone. That would be a perfect parting gift, Olgar”.

“ Now I’m down for pet names, but that won’t do,” Brock said with a snap of the finger. A group of guys came out from a room and quickly grabbed her.

Music got loud, bumming through her body. She lands a few punches knocking a few of the men screaming. Times like this, she wishes she didn’t leave her bag in the car. Brock's laughter overpowers the music. She is not sure how it happened, but out of nowhere, someone forced her to take some pills. She tried throwing up, but between fighting them off and stopping from snatching her, she couldn’t stop the feeling from taking over.

A familiar rabbit hole started to come to focus, and the world around her began to melt in the walls.

“ No, “ Angelina shouted, pulling up her hands clawing at anyone coming close. Her hands were bloody from attacking, and the glass found its way back across her body.

“ Damn your one wild kitty. I know I’m supposed to be a gentleman to you and all, but you're too damn good to pass,” Brock teased.

“ Fuck you,” Angelina said wobbly.

Guys around her laughed as she kept trying to stand her ground. More she tried to fight the weaker she felt the world was bright lights and circles. Music started to flip words coming into her ear backward. Floors began to cave in. With one last warrior cry Angelina passed out.

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Steve waited downstairs by the rest of the guys listening in and out of whatever conversation they were having, putting in the bare minimum. He was over the whole thing till something caught his attention.

“ Man, she is one hell of a fighter. DAMN I hope Brock allows me a turn after he is done with her. I always wanted to fuck a black chick,” Jeffrey said, coming down with the rest of the Strike Gang.

He looked around for Angelina. Nat did mention that she was checking on Peggy, but how could Brock get a hold of her. Maybe giving him free rein wasn't the best idea.

“ Hey, have any of you seen Peggy?” Steve asks, looking around.

Everyone either shook his head or said no.

Taking each step by, too, he called out for Peggy but was looking for Angelina.

Little far up, he could see an intoxicated Peggy slowly walk out.

“ Where have you been?” Steve asks.

“ I don’t remember Fury was there, and she left. I came out, but Brock was with some chic,” Peggy snorted.

“ A girl,” Steve asked.

“Mmm,” Peggy said, playing with her nails.

Steve pushed past Peggy and into the room she had just come from. Brock was on top of someone grunting like a wild beast's hand around one's throat. Closer, he got more; he could see his poor Angel. Her eyes were close, but he could tell she was afraid tears would roll down her face, and her hands would come up to try to attack him time and time again. Anger grew by the minute. The more he watched, the angrier he got.

“ WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Steve shouted out aloud.

Brock slowed down a bit and turned around to him; out of breath, he smiled, “ Getting my award.”

Steve jumped on Brock and started to attack him left, right, left-right. Even past the sound of bone cracking, he did not care. He was furious at himself. Punches after another until a sound breaks. Like a sweet violin, her cry broke. Slowly finding his footing, he stumbled to her, who was half undressed, dry blood covering across her body. With a bloody hand, he wiped the sweat off her face and gently picked her up bridal style, and walked out.

People surround the pair as he walks down the stairs. No matter how loud they tried to get though to talk, he didn’t answer. He didn’t listen. He just walked her out. To them, he was a hero without his plan work, without a doubt.

🦅.🦅.🦅.🦅.🦅.🦅.🦅.🦅.🦅.🦅.🦅.🦅

- 2 and ½ weeks later -

“ And I knew. I had to do what I was born to do and protect my people. Steve stopped and thought about it, then scratched on his flashcards. Angelina was still out, and he decided to wait, asserting that she was his girlfriend.

“ I had to do the right thing. No one should have to go through something so horrible” Steve smirks at that one.

“ Mr. Rogers. Principal Fury is ready to see you,” Secretary said.

Fury was standing by the window, looking at the front of the school.

“ I am proud of my values. Work I put into this world to make it a better place, but what happened to my girl. Have to excuse my tardiness. I would have talked to you before today, just priorities. I should have protected her more,” Fury said, looking out.

“ Sir, I promise you that you did a hell of a job. They said she put up a fight, and they're going to find Brock soon. I’m just happy I was there,” Steve said.

Fury looks back at him and frowns.

“ Still, thank you, Mr. Rogers. We want to invite you to our house for dinner—you and your family tonight. Monday, I was hoping you could come back, and we can discuss your future. I have connections that can take you far,” Fury said.

Steve looks down and smirks. Life has been great; Angelina was on his side since she was in the hospital. Steve made sure to visit her once a day. Every day he would come by and leave her homework for her and even make her a unique blend of soup. With that, they grew closer. Everything was perfect, just a few things out of place.

“ Thank you, sir. I am there,” Steve said, getting up.

Peggy was waiting for him right at the front door in her cheerleader uniform.

“ Took you long enough. You know I never thought it would take me to have to hunt you down to talk to my boyfriend literally,” Peggy said, walking behind him.

Steve laughs and continues pretending she wasn’t there already thinking about his and Angelina's 1st kiss. Peggy ran up in front of him, blocking his view, her arms across her chest.

“ What, Carter?” Steve asked, annoyed.

“ WHAT I TELL YOU WHAT, STEVE. I DESERVE RESPECT, “ Peggy shouted.

“ What is this about?” Steve asked.

“ Maybe I should tell them what I know. It looks like everyone forgot all that I can do what I’m capable of. I bet that bitch and your little friend Sam learn their lesson, “ Peggy said

Steve stops and looks back at Peggy. The parking lot was still crowded, full of eyes and ears.

“ Come, let’s go to Lover Lane later. Like how we used to,” Steve said, holding her side.

“ Really ?” Peggy asked, rubbing his chest.

Steve nodded and bent to kiss her roughly on the lips with a quick look at his watch as he hopped on the bike. He had wished the next time he came here was with Angelina on their third date, one he would eat her out for the first time. Well, at least with her awake, not knocked out from the soup he made. Not like this. He could not worry about any exes or people trying to distract each other.

“ Steve,” Peggy repeated.

He looked at her, still sitting in the passenger seat. It was darker now, and he forgot how much time had passed.

“ You said something earlier about Sam. Do you know anything? Steve asked, turning around, so he was facing her.

Peggy smirks and folds her arms over her chest.

“You used to take me dancing,” Peggy said, looking out the window.

“ We both used to do a lot. I'm asking you something, Peggy. Do you know who is in charge of this stupid blog” Steve asked once more?

“ You used to look at me like I was your one only, but I knew once that girl came back. I lost. You always talk about the one who got away. Never a name, but I knew. I hated that bitch. Now it hits. It was her. The worst thing is I can see why. I want to be better than her '' Peggy said more to herself.

Steve looked at Peggy like she had three heads.

“ Dance with me,” Peggy said, getting out of the car and into the cold car.

His hands were as white as snow from the tight grip he had. What was she talking about?

Getting out, he followed her to the edge of the cliff, “ Peggy, I think we need to talk.”

“She never wants a freak like you. It doesn’t matter how much you try. You're still a loser. I think I don’t know, but I know. I know everything,” Peggy hissed to Steve.

His eyes widened at Peggy, who was having a belly laugh. She was laughing at him, just like the way they used to. He didn’t even realize he was doing till he felt a tap. His arms were tight around her neck. She tried calling out for help, but it didn’t matter. Slowly she dropped to the dirt ground. Still, Steve squeezed tight. Eyes wild.

“ You are not doing anything to me. I'm ALPHA. You will not take away all the hard work I have done!!”Steve whispered in her ear.

After her heart started to beep, he held her tighter like a rag doll and danced with her under the starlight. He imagined his and Angelina's 1st dance.

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Brock trips over his left foot as he leaves his safe house, a bag full of crumpled 20s and 1s mixed with drugs poking out.

He has been on the run for two weeks now. When he first went to Steve for help, he was quickly dismissed. He tried to put his case, but it didn’t work. He was screwed. Not only up for second-degree rape but drugs too, it wasn’t good. He had to get out and make it to fucking Mexico.

Popping the truck, he dropped the bag onto the ground and looked in terror. At least ten cop cars pulled up as he continued to look in.

“FREEZE” they shouted out.

Brock slowly turned around pulled out a gun, “ It wasn’t me. It was STEVE ROGERS. I DID NOT KILL HER”.

After a few seconds, Brock started to fire back, trying to run away. POW POW

Brock stops running, drops money and drugs, now painted with his blood. A couple of inches from the car inside, a glass eye corpse of Peggy Carter was there.

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“Suspect is Down. Repeat Suspect is Down,” a voice said over the COP RADIO APP.

Steve smiles and fixes himself in the rearview mirror.

KNOCK KNOCK

Angelina tilted down to look at him, trying to get his attention. She had her hair down to the side in a fishtail braid dress in a white lace summer dress that went to her knees. She bit the corner of her lip as she waited for him to roll the window.

“Hey, huh, just warning you, my dad is in a bad mood. So please don’t take any offense to it. Now that over, it’s only going to be the two of us till he gets out of his study, “Angelina said, lending to the side.

“Oh really. Is that so? Principal Fury on the warpath. Think I need to bring my shield with me” Steve asked, flexing his muscles.

Angelina smiled and hit him on the side.

“Alright, the caption settles down. Come on, I’m freezing my tits out here,” Angelina said, rubbing her shoulder pushing her boobs together without notice.

Before Steve could respond, Angelina was already walking inside, swaying her hips a bit.

He thought having a taste of her would be the death of him but coming home to the smell of a home-cooked meal and Angelina in the kitchen might be it. She bent down to take out the roasted chicken. Across the kitchen island were different dishes and an apple pie in the center in a glass case. He could hear Fury from his study cursing and screaming at someone.

“You get used to it. Settle down in the dining room. I will be out with the food in one second, “Angelina said, putting the chicken on the counter.

“No, I can help. My mom would have my butt if I don’t help out the lady of the house,” Steve said, rolling his sleeves up.

“I’m sure if your mom were here, she would be trying to arrange our wedding. Haha, god, how is Sarah doing anyway” Angelina asked, fanning the food.

Steve came a bit closer and leaned over her shoulder, taking a sniff of her shea butter shampoo and sweet potatoes. Angelina looks back at him and moves away, taking a couple of dishes into the dining room.

A frown on his face went to the stove, turned the burner on low, and put his hand on it, trying to control his urge.

“Rogers, can you get the chicken? I’m going to check on Fury,” Angelina called out from the dining room.

She’s yours now; he thought to himself as he went and grabbed the chicken, without mittens, and walked out the kitchen.

Angelina was gone, probably checking on her father, so Steve decided to check around. Everything was perfect, from the spotless surface to the pictures of the two. He liked one more than the other. It was one of her in a pink tutu giving younger him a kiss on the cheek.

“Crazy how much time has passed, huh,” Angelina said, walking back in.

Fury was right beside her this time.

“Sorry about that. Steve sometimes comes home from work. Sit, let’s eat. Where is your mom?” Fury asked.

He could be honest and tell him he never told her; instead told her he was with Bucky and Thor.

“She’s working, “Steve said, rubbing his hand behind his neck.

“I packed a plate for her dad. Can we start? I’m sure Steve has better things to do on a Sunday night,” Angelina said.

“No, I told you I don’t mind being here. It’s the protector in me,” Steve said, pulling the seat out for Angelina.

She nodded and sat right next to him. Steve sat down and placed his hand on the back of her chair. After a prayer, they started to eat. Angelina not so much just kept playing with her food nodding at Fury stories. After a heated discussion on war fury and Steve vs. Angelina, Steve went on to help clean up. He watches her closer as she moves, looks, and speaks. The righteous bitch she could be was gone, and all was left was his Angel.

“So, how are you doing? “Steve asked, looking at Angelina’s hand, trembling a bit as she cleaned the dishes.

She looks over her shoulder and smiles at him, “I would lie to you, Rogers, but I don’t think I have it in myself. He has me stuck here only to see a few people, mostly you “she stops to look at soap slipping through her hands and picks it up to the light “Like any sanity I have is slipping away from me. What are you without that” Angelina said, shaking her hands clean?

As if it was an open invitation, Steve came up and held her hands. He gently rubbed his thumb against her hand look deep into her eyes, and, taking a deep inhaled, the scent of her perfume and the rest of the pie on the counter. For a glimpse of a second, he saw the little girl that adored him that followed him around and called her Ms. Steve Rogers with a strawberry flavor ring pop holding heavy on her ring finger.

“Let’s go then. Anywhere you want. Let me keep that promise I made when we were kids. I take care of my Angel. I’m important now the strongest person ever. No one can hurt you say the word,” Steve said, touching her cheek, warm to the touch.

Her thin lips parted a bit before she moved back to the sink and braced herself firmly with her hands holding tight. “Sorry, Rogers, that girl isn’t here, and she left the same day you stopped caring. Now help me clean up a big strong man,” Angelina said, poking her finger into his chest.

“I’m not giving up on Angelina Fury,” Steve said, coming close, looking down at her.

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Angelina slows her pace as she walks through the hallways. Everyone was looking at her and Steve, who would leave her side since that night. Everyone was whispering but about what. The grip around her waist got a bit tighter differently leaving bruises among old ones from a past life. Felt like a twisted mirror all wrapped in a bow.

“Maybe I can just meet you later,” Angelina said.

“What no. Don’t worry. We are almost at the locker, “Steve said, smirking down at her. His eyes sparkle glee, at least till he stops to check his phone. “FUCK” he shouted.

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Author Masterlist - Reading List Week 75

I can’t believe I am now at 75 weeks of reading recommendations. I love to be able to support my friends, mutuals and new authors on here. I have met some amazing people for as long as I’ve been doing this. So the end of 2021 I bring you a list of authors I have read this year and their Masterlists. I hope this will be able to signal boost others.

I spent the last week compiling this author list. These should be every single authors I highlighted over the last year. I wanted to feature their Masterlists in one post. If I accidentally left you off please let me know. I have 156 authors on here in alphabetical order. (it would have been more but several blogs closed) I won’t be able to tag every author since the limit is 50. I will be linking your Masterlist to the names below. If you don’t have one I will link your blog.

So if you don’t see your personal favorites or if you didn’t make this list just know it just means I haven’t read for them or you yet. This doesn’t discredit the amazing talent that is on this site.

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[emerald-evans]

this is so funny, and very applicable @dbnightingale24

this is literally us to each other 💀😭🥰

tagging @bluemusickid @thornsnvultures @deceitfuldevout @luckyduckydoo

I saw this on twitter! I thought it would be fun!

No cheating: Your last saved celebrity picture is your therapist.

mine is a meme but it has Tom Holland in it, lol.

Tagging folks but please feel free to reblog with yours!! <3

@titty-teetee @americasass81 @cardierreh15 @avintagekiss24 @queenoftheworldisdead @amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes @samwilsonsbabymama @targaryenvampireslayer @boxofbonesfic @syntheticavenger @angreav @angrythingstarlight @madamslayyy @the-soot-sprite @punemy-spotted @letsby @cocoamoonmalfoy @ellethespaceunicorn @lotusss-flowerbomb @uzumaki-rebellion @goldieccentric @tchallasbabymama @cockslutpadalecki @sagechanoafterdark @iwantutobehapppier @kellyn1604 @caffiend-queen @littlefreya

[hansensgirl]

So I have a question! You might not have an answer or might not want to answer, not to mean that my question is rude (I hope it not, I’m just dumb and struggling) do you have any blogs you recommend for MCU fics? I’m sorry if asking this bothers you—

it’s not rude or bothersome at all bb!! all the writers i recommend can be found under by tag #sabs fic recs or #sabs writer recs !!

@americasass81 @sweetlilbambi @saiyanprincessswanie all have amazing writer recs on their blogs!!

but here are some ppl who i know/think write for marvel!! i think most writers primarily write bucky, steve, sam, and zemo out of all marvel characters!! and some have plans for marvel characters!

(didn’t tag them cause i don’t wanna bother them lol

bucksgoat thewritingdoll americasass81 cherienymphe evansweaters evansbby xsapphirescrollsx jakeysangel iimperatriixx onsunnyside maroonsunrise83 stcrdst syntheticavenger the-soulofdevil geminixevans-stan vampy-doll writteninsaturn lavendercitizen bvckysmoon cockslut-padalecki unfortunate-brat thecutestlittlebunbunfairy tom-whore-dleston bonky-n-steeb noceurous stuckysbaby stargirlfics sapphireplums steviebunny samwilsonshandsandass starduststevie apollobarnes bitchassbucky faeryloki sagechanoafterdark buckyownsmylife chrispevanss darkficsyouneveraskedfor iraot mianorth that-damn-girl quietmyfearswith helahades djarinbarnes whateveriwant 2smittinkittin navybrat817 giorno-plays-piano speechlessxx sweater-daddiesdumbdork mariessecretfantasies deceitfuldevout saiyanprincessswanie opheliadawnwalker3 ironlady1993 caffiend-queen cpn-hydra threeminutesoflife hoseokchild itgetsdarksometimes35 jtargaryen18 mdemontespan1667 smutsonian avintagekiss24 barnesjamcs nellblazer champagne-bucky peachyteabuck searchforanotherway golden-ariess belladonnabarnes bubblebuckys shurisneakers kellyn1603 nastybuckybarnes sunmoonandbucky imdarkinme honeyhan-123

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

- Dirty Thoughts -

Summary: Poor Robert Pronge is stuck at his son's birthday party, but then he spots you amongst the guests that came from all over the neighborhood.

Pairing: Robert Pronge aka. Mr. Freezy x may or maybe not so innocent Reader

Word Count: 1,8k

Content Warnings: Downright Filth (18+), Robert's dirty, dirty thoughts, Robert being a creep, maybe a very needy Mr. Freezy, explicit sexual content, explicit language, a lot of swearing, alcohol, (male) masturbation and a ruined orgasm

A/N: 🍦 A Very Happy Mr. Freezy Friday To All Of You! 🍦 After reading so many good and downright nasty Freezy fics lately, I decided to throw my own story into the pot and what better time to do that than on a Freezy Friday! And....uhm.... it's a Robert Pronge story so it gets at least a tiny bit dark! 👀

Please like and reblog! 💕🌸

Messages, asks and prompts are always welcome!

Feel free to check my Masterlist!

I tagged a few people who I think might be interested. I hope that's okay. If not, please let me know!

@wayward-blonde @the-iceni-bitch @deceitfuldevout

There were quite a few things Robert Pronge hated. Cookouts for example or pretty much anything that forced a larger amount of social interaction onto him for that matter, but above all he despised children's birthday parties.

Wasn't it enough already that he had to deal with children in that godforsaken ice truck for the most part of his day? No, apparently dealing with their dipshit parents at the same occasion was Karmas way this time.

Robert pinched the bridge of his nose and adjusted his glasses. This shitshow all around was his personal hell come to life. For the past few years he had been able to sneak "important meetings" or, if nothing else seemed to work, even "doctors appointments" into his schedule, but this time it was all due to his own stupidity. He couldn't care less about that wench of a woman he called his wife and the same amount of carelessness applied to his son, thus Robert Pronge, the man himself, blatantly forgot about his sons birthday. Was he growing old?, he pondered, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip and his hand reaching out to the now fourth bottle of beer.

Now he had to spend his Friday afternoon in his garden, while a bunch of little shits ran around alongside his overjoyed son, pretending to be just as jolly over the fact that his own spawn out of hell became yet a year older, like it was something special.

Just sit it out, Pronge, just sit it out, he told himself and opted for a long drag of beer. He wasn't the biggest fan of dulling his senses like that, but if there had ever been an occasion he felt it was necessary it was this hellfest. Someone like him usually had to remain sharp and focused, but since murder was definitely off the menu today, he granted himself the solace of a comfortable buzz.

As he allowed his gaze to wander between cheering kids and their prattling parents he couldn't possibly get his head around on how just one of these people could actually enjoy being a parent. He, for sure, didn't.

For whatever reason one of those brats had started crying and instead of whirling towards the boy like everyone else did, Robert tilted his head and sunk deeper into his chair to enjoy the show. A few tears came as a small fix to his raging urge to just stand up and leave. From what he gathered by staring at the hastily forming crowd, the little shit got his knee scratched. Oh, for fucks sake, Robert rolled his eyes, as long as the limb was still attached there's nothing to worry about.

With his eyes switching between the over dramatically wailing boy and equally ridiculous behaving parents, Robert's attention was quickly captured by something or rather someone entirely else.

He spotted you, as you were about to rise yourself from the crowd, gently straightening your pale blue shirtdress.

Pretty, he thought, a barely even there smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Robert furrowed his brows ever so slightly, not that it would have been visible behind his huge glasses anyway. He had never seen you around before. Not with one of those annoying little devils standing in front of his ice truck nor around the neighborhood in general.

Who are you? With your hair put together to such an innocent, bouncy, little ponytail...

Your entire appearance stood out to him, because you were unpretentious compared to all the others. Your looks plain and you're whole demeanor hardly even there, like you were just as uncomfortable as him in this situation.

Robert followed you taking a few steps from the lot, back to one of the standing tables, that were placed all around the garden, where your glass with fruit punch was waiting for you. While stepping over the lush, green grass, that Pronge had mowed just this morning, the seam of your dress fluttered over your knees, allowing him to take a thorough look at your lower thighs. Even from afar he could've sworn that your skin must be a soft and delicate save haven, your thighs effortlessly gliding back and forth with each step.

A sight for sore eyes, Robert noted, a precious, little gem between awfully colourful balloons and equally ugly tablecloths. As you arrived at the table and the seam of your dress was done with giving Robert a little show, a tiny mewl, he hadn't allowed his body to form, fell from his lips.

Get a grip, Pronge!

He bit his lip rather hard to punish himself for uttering such pathetic sounds, but the pain didn't help with what had started to burn beneath his skin. He tried to blame it on the alcohol, it was a fruitless attempt to cover up the fact that he hadn't buried himself deep down between such stunning legs in quite some time. He tried to think about his annoying and more than anything else boring wife, but that was to absolutely no use as well. You were way too enticing, standing there by the table and whirling that tiny cocktail skewer through the liquid.

At first, Robert thought it to be a small burp emerging from his throat, but to his growing embarrassment it was a deep, guttural growl rumbling through his chest. Clenching his jaw, he had to admit that he grew more and more needy by the minute.

He didn't even notice that he was blatantly staring at you as his heart seemed to skip a beat here and there, trying to catch up on the sheer amount of fiery arousal in his bloodstream. His glare followed each and every of your movements, not matter how small they were and his imagination was soon to join in.

Robert couldn't help himself but to think about how good it must feel to peel you out of your pretty, little dress just to leap at your delicate flesh an instant later. Sighing under his breath he crossed his legs to hide the rapidly growing bulge. If it wasn't for this shitshow being a fucking birthday party, he'd be up and out of that chair, bending you over the table and mercilessly fucking the everloving hell out of you until you were a quivering and whimpering mess underneath him.

Oh, poor little kitten, he would not only rip one orgasm after another from your body bent over that table, no...he'd take you his way anywhere. Imagines of him latching his teeth at the sensitive skin of your neck, bruising it black and blue flooded his mind and with that his by now rock hard cock started to painfully press against his pants. The more he lost himself in those thoughts the more rampant the need to relieve himself from this pressure got.

Robert took a deep breath and let his gaze wander up to your face. Any air, that he so desperately tried to gasp, got knocked out of his lungs the very same second.

You were staring back.

Your playfully shimmering eyes darted at him, swallowing him head over heels.

Although there was no possible way you could tell what he was thinking let alone how his body was reacting, Robert felt caught red handed and didn't dare to break from your innocent, doe eyed glare.

With his mouth unconsciously dropping agape, he stared at you impaling an alcohol soaked cherry with the skewer from your drink and slowly bringing the fruit up to your lips. They enclosed the boozy treat carefully before you popped it from the skewer and bit down unexpectedly harsh.

Jesus...doll...you have no clue what you are doing...or maybe you do?!

Robert's heart was thrashing against his ribcage as he jammed his chair free from underneath the table for it to almost fall down to the floor as he rose himself and turned towards the house.

Not giving a single fuck about what the other guests might have thought about him abruptly leaving the scene, he stomped through the living room and along the short corridor that led towards the bathroom. In a reckless motion Robert threw the door open, stormed inside and locked himself in.

"Fuck...goddamit!" He wheezed between grinding teeth as he leaned against the sink. The sound of pouring water was barely able to cut through the echoing thunder of his blood coursing through his ears and instead of following his first idea of giving his face a good splash of cold water and calming the fuck down he turned his back on the sink.

It took Robert but a few quick movements to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and pulling his sipper down. Biting his lip, he let his hand slide down his shirt and underneath the fabric of his shorts. His legs were shaking a little and he swallowed a longing moan, that was threatening to break from his mouth, as soon as Robert started to pump his aching cock with rough strokes. The still very vivid picture of you sucking on that skewer flickered behind his closed eyes and the rest of his surroundings started to fade into a blur of burning need and animalistic hunger for your body underneath his. Robert could only imagine the sounds you would be uttering while he was balls deep inside of you. Maybe you'd be begging him to stop his assault on your soft flesh, possibly even cry a little.

Oh yeah, he wanted you to cry out his name under your breath, your mascara smudging all over your face and mixing in with a puddle of drool that surely would be gathering around trembling, puffy lips.

Robert let his head fall back, his imagination now entirely on the loose. With the thoughts of your naked body quivering and shaking form as many orgasm as he could rip from you, it didn't take Robert long to be dangerously close to his own. And he was oh so ready for this intermezzo to be over, to shoot his load and get back down to earth in order to go back out there, pretending nothing ever happened.

He could already feel his lower body shaking, his throbbing cock hardening with every vigorous pump. To not groan out in sheer relief and pleasure, Robert bit down on his lip so hard that he drew a small bit of blood.

"Bobby, Darling, are you alright?" Alongside a gentle knock on the door his wife's voice got through.

In a pure haze of shock Robert let go of his twitching cock and pressed his hand onto his mouth instead. Thick, white hot ribbons of cum were exploding all over the bathroom tiles as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

"I'm good..." he huffed, his voice sore from the growing anger over a thoroughly ruined orgasm.

"Are you sure? Do you need any-"

"I said that I'm okay!", small tears of almost childish rage were forming in the corners of his eyes "I'll be back in a minute!"

Fucking bitch, Robert thought, withholding an anger-fueled sob. That damn cunt would have to pay for taking even that from him.

[giorno-plays-piano]

This is just a thought but imagine Orc Bucky has been captured and imprisoned by the king. Princess reader visits Bucky out of curiosity and eventually he manages to make her feel sorry for him. So she visits him a lot and then one day on one of these visits he just takes her there and then 😏

Ok, ok, I’m doing this again!! Some more orc!Bucky guys <3 I’ve changed the story a little bit, hope you’re going to enjoy it! 

Behind Closed Doors

Pairing: orc!Bucky x princess!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, breeding, mildly dubious consent, kidnapping.

Words: 1688.

P.S. A big shout out to @deceitfuldevout who inspired me to write this!

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"Kiss me, little girl." He growls into your mouth when you come closer and clench metal bars while standing on your toes. "Now."

You do exactly as he tells you, your hand caressing his long dark hair tenderly as you kiss your orc, his huge tongue roaming inside your little mouth and making you mewl: your knees are trembling every time Bucky kisses you like that, taking all you can give him. Shit, he's so good at that. You love dirty orc kisses with tongue so much your pussy soaks your undergarments.

"I love you, little girl." He exhales into your mouth, and your face grows hot: every time he confesses to you, you feel your infatuation with an imprisoned orc growing.

You want to say you love him too, but you're a human princess; you can't possibly let yourself fall for a dirty, barbaric orc who you've been talking to for months, eager to learn more about his kind. Fuck, do you love him that badly? Yes, you do. You let him take your virginity and fill your womb with his seed the last time you came to see him.

"Let me pleasure you." He whispers as his hands roam your body through the metal bars.

Licking your lips, you put your skirts up impatiently and turn back to him, letting him see your silky undergarments he torns apart like some beast, unable to appreciate anything but the feeling of your warm skin beneath his fingers.

You moan when he fingers you gently, spreading your slick folds and getting on his knees to lick your sweet little cunt. He hums in your pussy, and the vibration makes you moan, spreading your legs wider for him as prepares you for his thick, long cock - you haven't seen any naked men, of course, but you know perfectly no human would be as big as him, that huge scary monster you have on a leash.

When Bucky pushes his cock inside you, his arms on you belly, pushing your back into the metal bars, you moan like a slut for him, enjoying the heat of his body and letting him corrupt you, paint your insides with his seed again and again until you collapse on the floor, and he keeps fucking you as you stand on all four like a bitch in heat.

You love your orc so, so much. You're kissing him; you let him cum buckets in you vulnerable pussy, knowing well he might knock you up, make you bear his orclings - you, a proud human princess he mates with like an animal, leaving his marks on your neck and breasts until you're forced to wear clothes covering most of your body.

But it's alright. You know Bucky loves you, truly loves you unlike all those suitors your father had chosen for you, whispering sweet lies into your ears to make you fall for them. No, Bucky has always been honest, and with every day you passed down there in the prison, his affection for your grew, you could feel it.

So what if he is an orc? Inside the castle walls, he is your only true friend - and now your lover.

"Princess," he growls in your ear as he empties himself into your womb, filling you up with his hot, sticky seed - he cums so much his sperm drips out of your cunt, leaking down your thighs as you tremble, orgasming again.

For a couple of minutes you just sit leaning over the metal bars, Bucky holding you close and whispering something sweet and filthy in your ear. You feel warm, enjoying the heat of his beefy body and his kisses as he leaves more marks on your neck but never bites you, watching so that his tusks don't cut your sensitive skin. You think how much you want this moment to last longer. You have never ever felt as desired and loved as you do now - with him, your prisoner, the one they call a beast, a disgusting creature, the one they detest and fear.

But you aren't scared; you are content Bucky is here, with you. It's true you've been feeding him and trying to make his imprisonment less humiliating - you forbid the guards to torment him; you brought him a pillow and a blanket so he wouldn't have to sleep on the cold stones, and once a week a laundress comes to collect his clothes and gives him a set of new ones. You've been good to him, and he's been good to you in return, answering whatever question you had about him and the ones of his kind, his culture, the place where he grew up. He also told about other places he's seen while travelling the world, places you will never see yourself, locked away in a castle you were forbidden to leave until you'd be married to some prince. The orc has been kind to you, you think, breathing heavily as you are coming down from your high.

"Let's escape together." He whispers into your ear, and you abruptly turn your head to face him sitting behind the bars. "Let's leave this kingdom for good. I can bring you to the places I've told you about."

You chuckle at him, lowering your gaze to his chest. You wish you could. You wish you'd be a woman from his tribe, having strength and determination and freedom of will, but you're a princess to a human kingdom. Besides, will he treat you the same once he leaves his cell? You aren't sure.

"I can't." You say simply, and Bucky growls behind you, scraping your shoulder with his tusks.

"Why not? You've been mating with me for the second time. I'm not disgusting to you, am I?" He's getting heated up, his voice sounding angry and rougher than usual: was Bucky mad at you because you refused him? He couldn't possibly think you'd let him out of his prison cell. You've already risked so much just being with him for so long.

"You've never been digusting to me." You mutter and take his large rough palm into your hands.

Before the orc protests, clearly wanting to leave immediately, you press a kiss to his knuckles, and he gets quiet. You spend a minute or two like that before you talk again, not looking him into the eyes.

"We won't make it past this prison, Bucky. They'll hang you if you try to escape." As he tries to say something in return, you put your finger close to his mouth, making him silent again. "Besides, what if all this was a lie? What if you never loved me as much I think you do? You'll take me hostage to make my people let you go, and then you'll get rid of me once you're free."

Now he looks very angry, even mad, but you're still not scared for some silly reason. Your hand is at his mouth, and you laugh a little, tears glimming in the corners of your eyes.

"If you won't love me outside of this cell, then let it all stay like this." Your whisper is barely audible, but Bucky catches your words, and something changes in his gaze as he suddenly softens, kissing your fingers like a lover would. You bit down on your lip as you watch him, thinking whether he can really understand.

You spent a few more minutes like this, not moving despite getting cold on a stone floor of the prison before Bucky rises to his feet, and you miss the warmth of his body immediately. You don't look at him, deep in your thoughts, but when you start fixing your elaborate dress you hear a sound of the heavy metal door unlocking and see your orc leaving his cell freely, a long black key in his huge hands.

For a couple of seconds you're unable to move, gasping as you see him advancing on you. How did he get the key? Was he waiting for the right moment to leave, taking you with him to buy his freedom back? Oh yes, yes he was, that son of a bitch! Frankly, you can't bring yourself to hate him even after this, so you simply wipe the tears away and try to get up, knowing he'll drag you with him, nevertheless. Didn't you know it would end like this? Did you think he really loved you like heroes in your books loved their sweethearts? He was an orc. He simply wanted to break free from the prison your people put him in.

Your legs tremble as you stand, unstable, and Bucky gently takes you in his arms, giving you a peck on the lips so carefully as if he's human, and you wander whether he takes pity on you. You can't even force yourself to scream, alarming the guards to save you from your kidnapper. Why is he tender? You're in his hands now; he doesn't have to pretend anymore.

When you cry, Bucky kisses your tears away, holding you like a bride, and moves somewhere forward, but he doesn't go up the stairs where other cells are. Instead, he moves down the corridor where torches on the walls aren't lit up. Not knowing where he takes you, you tremble in his arms, finally getting frightened.

"Don't be scared, little girl." Bucky hums softly, holding you closer to his chest and leaving a few kisses on the top of your head. "I won't leave you alone here."

"Won't you?" You whine like a child, refusing to keep your eyes open in the dark. "Will you sell me once you're out of here?"

You hear Bucky's irritated growl, the one escaping him when you interrupt him too many times when he's telling you a story.

"I won't, little girl. I don’t know what humans of your kingdom do to their beloved, but an orc would never sell their mate."

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[dangertoozmanykids101]

Tooz having sweet thoughts.

Good morning my lovelies.

I'm starting my Friday morning cleaning out all the porn and other random female images that google.photos has mistakenly identified as Tom Hiddleston on my phone. I'm not deleting them, just telling google.photos that "That's not Tom Hiddleston!" This is one of those images misidentified. It never fails to crack me up seeing who the software thinks is Tom Hiddleston.

I can see how the software was mistaken. Can you?

I can't stop watching this chick lick her ice cream - ON LOOP!! (gifs are last century's greatest invention. Right up there with the polio vaccine!)

TOOZ WRITING PROMPT

So here's your writing prompt for today if anyone is looking for inspiration. OBVIOUSLY you can treat this any way you like. The gif is just for inspiration, just a representation of a concept. There is no limit to the actual identity of your characters nor their features. Choose whichever muse calls to you. Smutty. Fluffy. Dark. Silly. Crack fic. Whatever.

This woman's movements catch the eye of our collective muse. He can't look away - totally hypnotized, mesmerized, fixated - and the thoughts going through his head are soooo inappropriate.

SO INAPPROPRIATE!!

More prompt questions about the nitty gritty titty details below the cut.

How inappropriate does the situation get?

Where are they?

Do they know each other?

What flavor ice cream?

Does she know what she's doing?

Does she know he's watching?

Is anyone else there?

Does she get to finish the ice cream?

Does he approach her?

Is someone else there with her?

Is someone else there with him?

Is he aroused?

Is he angry?

Jealous?

Uncomfortable?

Do things get awkward?

Do his pants tent?

Are they in public?

Is he eating ice cream?

Does he have a cone of his own?

Does he get a taste of her cream?

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?

I'll read EVERYTHING - so tag me no matter how you choose to handle this. No matter whether we know each other or not —> this is the BEST way to meet others and make friends. And I will be so honored to know that you liked my prompt. If I don't respond, I may have missed it. Don't hesitate to shout and holler repeatedly. I'm disorganized as all get out and tend to see first what's in front of my face.

I can make a tag list for Tooz Writing Prompts if anyone is interested. Let me know. I usually just tag a handful of people off the top of my head - more or less people depending on my confidence at a given moment. I am trying to hash tag these posts as #Tooz writing prompt or #Tooz prompt, so you can also search for the hash tag. If you don't want to be tagged for anything, let me know. I promise I won't be offended. Everyone uses Tumblr differently. And I'm mega easy going.

Here are just a handful of buddies who might dig this prompt or just get a kick out of the smutty places my brain always goes.

@caffiend-queen @nildespirandum @ladyoftheteaandblood @devikafernando @alexakeyloveloki @redfoxwritesstuff @myoxisbroken @jtargaryen18 @shiningloki @talklokitome @imanuglywombat @acidcasualties @texmexdarling @what-is-your-plan-today @spectre-posts @so-easy-to-love-me @frostbitten-written @just-the-hiddles @tilltheendwilliwrite @deceitfuldevout @nekoamamori @mooncat163 @latent-thoughts @boredbrooder @emeraldrosequartz @mastreworld @sidepartskinnyjeans @nonsensicalobsessions @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @mochie85 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @muddyorbs @gigglingtiggerv2 @michelleleewise @fictive-sl0th @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay