#why the hell is wall roger so hot

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I just came

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can you do a steve smut enemies to lovers related?

Thank you for the request! I actually had one ready to post this evening! Here we go :)

Bitter edges of Steve

After a disastrous mission Steve and you finally confront the tension between each other.

TW- not really any, slight smut, angst.

The door slammed shut behind you, rattling the rusted hinges. You barely had time to take a breath before Steve Rogers stormed in after you, his boots heavy on the concrete floor. His face was a mask of barely contained rage, his blue eyes sharp enough to cut.

“What the hell was that?” he snapped, his voice low and dangerous, the kind of tone that made lesser men cower. But not you.

You turned to face him, matching his glare with one of your own. “It was me getting the job done, Rogers. Someone had to, and you sure as hell weren’t stepping up.”

His laugh was cold, humorless. “Stepping up? You mean disobeying orders, blowing our cover, and nearly getting yourself killed? That’s what you call stepping up?”

“You hesitated,” you shot back, refusing to back down even as he advanced toward you. “You always hesitate. I did what had to be done, and you’re pissed because you didn’t get to play the hero this time.”

He closed the distance between you in a flash, his jaw tight and his fists clenched at his sides. “You think this is about my ego?” he snarled, his voice dripping with contempt. “This is about you being a reckless, insufferable pain in my ass who can’t follow orders to save their life.”

���I don’t follow your orders,” you spat, stepping closer to him despite the warning in his eyes. “And I’m not your responsibility, so stop acting like you care.”

He barked out a sharp, bitter laugh, his head shaking as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Care? You think I care about you?” His words were a knife to the gut, sharp and cruel. “You’re nothing but a liability. A thorn in my side I should’ve dealt with a long time ago.”

The venom in his voice made your chest ache, but you refused to let him see it. You squared your shoulders, meeting his fury with your own. “Then why don’t you?” you challenged, your voice shaking with barely restrained anger. “Why don’t you deal with me, Steve? Why do you keep coming after me, cleaning up my messes? If I’m such a liability, why the hell are you still here?”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his chest rising and falling with the force of his breathing. Then, without warning, he grabbed your arm and yanked you forward, his face inches from yours.

“You want to know why?” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Because you drive me insane. Because every time I look at you, I want to throw you against a wall and—” He stopped himself, his jaw clenching as he tried to rein in his temper.

“Do it,” you whispered, your voice trembling, though not from fear.

His eyes darkened, his grip on your arm tightening. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

“Don’t I?” you shot back, your breath hitching as his body pressed against yours, backing you into the wall.

For a second, you thought he might actually walk away, leave you there to stew in the silence. But then his lips crashed against yours, rough and demanding, his hands gripping your waist with bruising force. The kiss was a battle—hot, messy, and unrelenting, years of pent-up frustration and anger spilling out all at once.

“Still think I don’t care?” he muttered against your lips, his voice a dangerous growl.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you kissed him back just as fiercely, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. His hands roamed your body, possessive and unyielding, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

When he pulled back, his eyes burned into yours, a mixture of anger and something darker, something that made your knees weak. “You make me crazy,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You make me want things I shouldn’t want, make me feel things I shouldn’t feel. I hate it. I hate you.”

“Good,” you breathed, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Because I hate you too.”

His lips curled into a dark, almost cruel smile. “Prove it.”

Before you could respond, he was kissing you again, his mouth hot and relentless as his hands slid beneath your shirt. He lifted you effortlessly, pinning you against the wall as his lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough as his hands gripped your thighs, holding you firmly in place. “Say you hate me.”

“I hate you,” you gasped, though your voice trembled with need.

He laughed softly, the sound dripping with satisfaction. “Liar.”

His hand slid higher, his touch rough and unrelenting, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips. His mouth found yours again, swallowing your gasps as he pressed himself harder against you, the line between hate and desire blurring until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

The rest of the world faded away as you surrendered to him, the weight of your shared anger and frustration dissolving into something raw and primal. This was no fairytale, no perfect resolution—but in that moment, with his body pressed against yours and his lips claiming every inch of you, it was enough.

For now, it was enough.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 49 – SMUT PT. 2

Torque and Friction by BewareTheIdes15

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,332 Tags: Costume Kink, Identity Porn, Wall Sex

Summary: The armor is his religion. And, c'mon, does anyone really expect that Tony Stark wouldn't want to have sex with his religion? He's just never found anybody before who could handle it.

Reasons why I love it: Steve having the hots for the armor is one of my favorite things, and in my opinion this fic is one of the best explorations of that concept. I love how quickly Tony figures out Steve's kink and how much he plays into it – it's hot as hell how turned on Steve is in the moment. I love it so much, and I hope you give it a shot for yourself!

Get Me Off This Ride by ozuma

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 7,860 Tags: No Powers AU, A/B/O Trapped in Elevator

Summary: An omega and an alpha walk into an elevator. Wait, stop me if you've heard this one before...

Reasons why I love it: Holy hell, this fic is scorchingly hot. I'm always a sucker for an 'Oh no, I'm in heat – oh hey there, Mr. Handsome Alpha' fic, and this one is both gloriously smutty and very sweet. The dialogue is perfect, and I really love how Tony seeks Steve out even after everything is over. It's wonderful, and you should definitely read it!

Fever, Breathe Your Love on Me by blue_jack

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 4,176 Tags: Medical Kink, A/B/O, Humiliation Kink

Summary: Steve hates his bi-annual checkup. “Mr. Rogers?” Nurse Grace calls, and he inhales sharply before standing up to follow her into the back. He answers the standard “how are you doing today?” and “is there anything you want to mention to the doctor?” questions, and he tries not to fidget, but it’s hard to keep still. He’s just getting so wet.

Reasons why I love it: I credit solely this one fic for giving me a med kink. Poor Steve is struggling so much, and Tony's reaction is absolutely perfect. Plus, the fact that there's more in this universe, including Steve and Tony's first date after this incident, makes me so happy. Definitely check this one out, it's incredible!

Good Vibrations by isozyme

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 7,248 Tags: Fucking Machine, Size Kink, Overstimulation

Summary: Steve had sounded like he really genuinely wanted to see Tony and hear about the new robot-heart and Stark Solutions, so Tony decided that a weekend trip was worth it to see his friend in person. His friend, Tony had reminded himself. Not anything else. It wasn’t fair to Steve if Tony spent their entire visit thinking un-friend-like thoughts about him, and his muscles, and his sweet smile and his careful, firm hugs. However, Tony had a plan. All he needed to do was to tire his dick out on the way over, and he’d be fine. Fortuitously, the Mark 20 had a few brand-new bells and whistles that would help him blow off some steam before meeting up with Steve. Tony built a fucking machine inside the armor. It would be a shame if it malfunctioned in the worst possible way, at the worst possible time, in front of the worst possible person.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so goddamn hot, holy shit. The whole scene with Tony on his own is already fire, but Steve getting so goddamn turned on when he finds out what happened is just – I don't even have words. You have to read this one, it's so good!

On Camera by FestiveFerret

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 5,644 Tags: Camboy Steve, Orgasm Control, Exhibitionism

Summary: Steve's heart skipped a beat. It was beyond ridiculous to get attached to one of his regular clients but somehow, over the last six months, he had. StarkNakedGenius wasn't logged on for every show, far from it, but he was on for a lot of them, and whenever he was, he tipped like mad.

Reasons why I love it: That private scene between Tony and Steve is so good, I love it! The whole concept of Steve as a camboy is intriguing in and of itself, but I especially enjoyed how much Tony revels in the control he has over Steve in the scene, it's super hot. Definitely check this one out, I bet you'll love it just as much as I do!

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I'm working on this fic where I'm trying to write an emotionally dark take on post-Winter-Soldier recovery, where Steve & Co capture Soldier-Bucky right after the events of Insight, when he's still almost entirely in the grips of Hydra's programming.

I loved this Sebastian Stan quote someone shared on here: “That’s why he doesn’t kill him. That’s why he saves him. That end scene to me was always like: ‘I don’t know what this is, I just know I’m supposed to do this right now. Whatever this is, I’m supposed to protect this for some reason.” I love the heartbreaking urge to protect Steve being impossible to erase or repress despite everything, but what stands out for me is also that this confirms what his expression and act of walking away seem to say on the riverbank: he has no idea what the hell is going on. His brain didn't go "OMG STEVE" and switch him back over to Bucky Barnes in that incredible final moment on the helicarrier—the wall of programming just got its first tiny crack.

It drives me crazy that the Soldier walks away after saving Steve—he wants to know why he saved him, how he knows him, obviously, but he walks away from the simplest way to find those answers-STAY WITH STEVE, drink hot chocolate under blankets with steve!! It also drives my fangirl heart crazy what a stubborn resilient competent independent SOB post-WS Bucky is. He doesn’t trust anyone and he doesn’t want anyone to own him ever again.

He’s got conflicting lines of thought that lead to the same conclusion: He’s programmed to kill Steve, those are his final standing orders, and obeying orders is all he knows. If he wants to keep Steve safe on some level, he knows that won’t be with him, because of those orders, because Hydra owns him. On the other hand, if he’s realized that Hydra is his enemy, he also knows that SHIELD is Hydra, and Cap is affiliated with SHIELD, and thus can’t be trusted to keep Hydra away from him. And/or he disobeyed orders and abandoned his mission, and he doesn’t know why, but he does know the consequences for doing that, and thus has a lot of resentment for the guy that made him do so.

To be clear, I love the Bucky Barnes character and I think any narrative that casts him as a reformed villain who needs to make up for his past actions is bullshit. He is a victim, not only of what was done to him, but also what he was forced with zero agency to do. Having said that, I’m also totally riveted by the Winter Soldier as a bad guy, a threat, a killer. In the MCU movies he goes off after the Insight debacle and somehow deprograms himself all alone, and the next time we see him in Civil War he’s got his sense of himself as Bucky pretty much back—he’s in control of his actions, he knows his and Steve’s history, and he doesn’t want to hurt people. I’m stuck on what else the story could have been instead of the hand-wave transition from brainwashed murderer to Steve Rogers’ loyal friend. The only traumatic encounters with the Soldier Steve experiences are those in the movie where he’s actively trying to kill him, which that’s definitely bad enough for poor Steve—but what about traumatic emotional encounters? What about Steve Rogers trying to talk and reach his friend, but the person he’s talking to is the Soldier immediately post-Insight, still mentally in Hydra’s possession much more than his own?

Anyway one day this little scene came to me and I'm building this WIP, including these notes, around it. Successfully? Who knows, not me.

He regarded Steve through the glass with a hint of curiosity. His voice was soft and quiet. “Why do you come?”

Steve leaned forward and tried to meet those icy eyes. He couldn’t help it. ���You’re my friend. You might not remember me, but I will always be your friend.”

The Soldier tilted his head, still questioning. “That’s why you come here?” Every day, Steve thought he heard unspoken; he wasn’t sure whether Bucky registered his presence at all some days, but maybe every instance was recorded in his mind. Maybe not. What happened to a supersoldier brain when it incurred severe sustained deliberate damage was a riddle they were just beginning to examine.

Steve was determined to be steadfast, but there was little he could do to calm the intensity of what he felt. He wanted Bucky to ask these things, because he wanted him to know these things, and he would tell him again and again forever in the hope he would one day believe him and then remember himself.

“I’m here because I want to know how you’re doing. I want you to know I’m here. I’ll come every day unless you tell me honestly you don’t want me to.”

Still the cocked head, the mystified expression. “You come because…he was your friend.”

He leaned in an inch more and found his forehead touching the glass. “You’re my friend. You are Bucky Barnes. You were born in 1917 and we grew up together. You are a good man. What happened to you…was wrong, and I will do everything I can to make it better, for the rest of my life. That’s a promise.”

The cocked head straightened and it looked like some kind of comprehension dawned. He was looking at Steve in a way he couldn’t remember Bucky ever looking before, and after wondering for a few moments Steve realized it was pity on his face.

“You think he’s here.” The look of pity intensified. “You think you...can talk. To him.”

Steve swallowed. “I…I know he is. I don’t know how to convince you it’s true, but I swear it. We played together as kids and then we grew up and lived together and then the war came and we fought together. And now we’re here. I know you don’t remember, Bucky, but there’s no way I’m giving up on you, even if you never do. I know you. I’ve known you as long as I can remember.”

On the other side of the glass Bucky’s expression had settled into the blank resignation the Soldier often wore. He licked his lips, an oddly human gesture that hurt Steve’s heart, and then said, with what might have been an attempt at gentleness, “Your friend. Is gone.”

Steve took a moment, felt his forehead press a little harder on the glass. “If he’s gone, who am I talking to?”

“What,” the Soldier corrected, and then answered, “Hydra.”

He was going to need a lot of punching bags later. “Emotions don’t help,” Natasha had told him, brisk and flint-hard the way she was when she was being kind. “Men think they understand this, but they don’t. Understand it.”

Steve was beginning to understand. He didn’t howl or pound on the glass or leave to find a fight. Instead he swallowed again and asked with a calm that shocked him, “So you…believe in Hydra? In what they do?”

“The Soldier is the fist of Hydra. Weapons don’t believe. They do not need to. The Winter Soldier. Is. Hydra.”

That was the most the Soldier had spoken in one go.

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Hi (waves excitedly!!!!) do you have any recs where draco's characterisation is basically just "my life's mission to harass harry potter is back on track." Like he is just living his life being chaotic and also embraces muggle things yk

Hi there! Such good food, love me me a chaotic Draco driving Harry up the wall Harry haha peak dynamics! I hope you enjoy these:

What Potter Wants by birdsofshore (E, 3.3k)

Harry definitely didn't want to do that to Malfoy. Not at all. So why did Malfoy keep saying that he did?

The Morning After by birdsofshore and capitu (M, 5k)

This is what happens when you stick your wand in places where it really shouldn't go.

The Antique Bed Frame by lazywonderland (E, 5.4k)

Draco “needs his bed fixed.” Harry offers to help.

Let Me Have You and I'll Let You Save Me by Frayach (M, 6k)

Draco keeps coming back, and Harry keeps letting him. Draco can’t stay away, and Harry can’t live without him.

The Risk of Exposure by marguerite_26 (E, 6.6k)

After Draco discovers something about Harry during a chance meeting, Harry can’t seem to get him out of his head or out of his life.

Good Talk, Potter by loveglowsinthedark (E, 6.7k)

Potter begins to take me apart, each savage, pounding thrust peeling away layer after layer of everything that I am, reaming me open in a way that makes me wonder how I’ll ever be able to let anybody else but him fuck me after this.

Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by fluxweeed and lastontheboat

Or: the one where Harry has writer’s block and Malfoy isn’t helping.

Adventures in Truth and Texting by fluxweed (E, 11k)

Former Death Eaters are being targeted with a Veritaserum curse – it’s permanent, and makes victims speak aloud their every thought. Luckily, it’s easier to control when writing – and Hermione is trying to introduce Muggle technology to the wizarding world.

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (E, 15k)

As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody world—okay, mostly Europe—the least someone could do was give him a proper shag.

Stupid Love by The_Sinking_Ship (E, 17k)

Harry Potter, how does Draco Malfoy hate thee? Let me count the ways.

Reparatio by astolat (E, 17k)

Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by Cibee (T, 19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

IDK My BFF Hermione? by lettered (E, 19k)

Draco's a hot mess. Harry's lovin' it (hell yes).

Breaking All The Rules by Frayach (E, 22k) - AU

Malfoy is slowly wringing the last vestiges of pleasure from Harry’s life with all his rules and committees and agendas and reports. Or is he?

Fearful Trill by Vukovich (E, 29k)

Harry should have come out and met someone when he was younger. He should have seen a doctor about the pain in his hip while youth was still on his side. Now, he's made his peace with dying young, but maybe not with dying alone.

Glory Be by Lomonaaeren (E, 33k)

Draco—Draco Malfoy, skilled assassin, powerful and wealthy Veela, former Death Eater—has always known what to do, where to go, who to kill. And then Harry Potter came along: Harry Potter, Unspeakable, former Auror, the most powerful wizard Draco has ever seen. And Draco catches a glimpse of glory he may be unable to live without.

The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by eidheann and firethesound (E, 36k)

After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.

Bite Me, Hate Memes by pir8fancier (E, 44k)

Draco Malfoy is incensed to realize that someone is trying to usurp his position as the premier Harry Potter hater.

Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis by Vukovich (E, 50k)

Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead.

Loverboys by corvuscrowned (E, 84k)

As post-war violence and tensions rise, it seems as if there’s no hope to unify the wizarding world. Except, maybe, a manufactured relationship between resident Saviour Harry Potter and known purveyor of the Dark Arts Draco Malfoy. (The fact that they detest each other is beside the point.)

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats (E, 104k)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym (M, 131k)

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

[clonerightsagenda]

His Dark Materials season 3 continues!

These were slightly less grueling although part of it might be that I had a task to work on while watching. I still get the sense that they dragged out every beat with a bunch of additional conversations whenever they could. Maybe that would be more welcome if I was watching this week by week as they were released rather than in a row.

Episode 5:

Oh thank god the mulefa do have their seedpod wheels, just not all the time.

I bet Mary wishes her degree was in botany, zoology, or anthropology, not theoretical physics.

We really speedrun the mulefa plotline in this. I wonder if it's difficult for show only people to follow? I naturally can fill in the gaps without thinking about it too much. The take that Eden is a savanna filled with rollerskating elephants remains bold.

They put Mrs. Coulter back into skirts... the monsters. Mrs. Coulter x pants is the real flagship of this tv show.

Will misgendered his daemon but then immediately switched to "her" when he talked about her being with Pan. Maybe the reminder that Pan is male tipped him off.

Going to the land of the dead and saying 'do you guys want to like. leave' remains a power move. Love a good harrowing of hell/afterlife breakout. The walls being piles of cast off objects from the living world is an interesting addition.

Roger: I've changed. My mom: I got a lot older. Me: It turns out if you die you can still go through puberty. It's part of our torture.

They cut the liar/Lyra bit with the harpies which is a shame. I guess they sort of used it earlier with the guard in the entry area of the land of the dead calling her a liar. Still all the harpies stuff is kind of out of order, with Gracious Wings saving her before they made their deal. Also instead of human heads the harpies look like they are part turtle.

Will and Lyra: languishing in hell Mary: hot girl summer

They sure dragged the bomb thing out. Honestly I don't hate it missing Lyra because the target locked too early, considering 'a ghost magically knows about the bomb and they defeat quantum entanglement by giving her a haircut' was kind of an ass pull. I also don't necessarily hate the rift being the angels retaliating, since it makes Metatron a more major player before his defeat and it makes the increasing loss of Dust a more direct part of the 'battle'. It does sort of undercut so much of the damage to the worlds being humans fucking shit up in the name of the Authority though. The angels in the book really don't do much, and I think that's by design. Also talking to you, Good Omens showrunners.

Episode 6:

Nooooooo not more voiceovers

Ruta lampshades it in the books but really how did Lord Asriel build his massive compound with foundries in like 2 months after crossing universes with nothing but the clothes on his back.

Asriel seeing a giant rift rip open between worlds: clearly this is about me

Mrs. Coulter: Our daughter is dead. Asriel: *read 4:16 pm*

Mrs. Coulter is like what they say about converts being the biggest zealots except she's converted to parenthood

Sergei got sucked into the rift? Ok so they racebent Ruta, made her clash with Serafina as the more violent/impulsive one, gave her the tension with Mrs. Coulter, and then killed her off even though she doesn't die (at least onscreen) in the books. Not a good look, guys!

Adding some Roger/Will active jealousy rather than Roger just sadly observing how close he and Lyra are now while Lyra doesn't even realize it. Suppose that's harder to do in video. But Will are you really gonna beef with a dead kid. Let him have this

Asriel and Iorek talking is show!original but I'll let it slide because it was satisfying to see someone finally hit Asriel

Will's dad finally (vaguely) drops the lore about the wrong world killing you, even if he didn't make it sound fatal in the same way. You guys couldn't have even had him dramatically coughing up a little blood in the last season? That's a classic

IDK why Will's dad got to explain what happens to ghosts while Lyra keeps saying she doesn't know. Babe you have the alethiometer

They didn't have Lee and Will's dad stick around to be a gay ghost warrior duo! I'm genuinely surprised considering how they went out of their way otherwise to give LMM more scenes.

Mrs. Coulter heart to heart with the golden monkey. Golden monkey sympathy arc has been THE most surprising adaptation change tbh. Not even joking about this

[maguro13-2]

Justice for All ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 2 Pt.3

[People Murmuring]

Salem Citizen A : Did anyone heard, what happened?

Salem Citizen B : There's something going on with the State of Nevada today!

Salem Citizen C : I can't get a word of what's happening right now! Is this something to bug me or something!

Kimial Diehl : I Wonder what are the fusses is about?

Ashley : I'm not sure. But what I do know, is that something's happening with the world of Soul Eater. Rumors to believe that Xenahort is putting the whole world of Soul Eater into it's nearing end, in with that in a moment, We just found out that this might be our chance that the kid named Crona escaped from that horrifying trio that enforced him throughout the years.

[SFX : Rumbling]

Kimial Diehl : Hey, Is it me or does the ground starting to shake?

Ashley : Huh? Hey, Kimial, get a load of that! [they see the Halberd flying over the city of Salem, which is descending to crash into the ocean] It's Meta Knight's ship!

Kimial Diehl : And why is it coming down?

[DBZ SFX : LOUD EXPLOSION]

Kimial Diehl : AHH!

Ashley : Ngh!

[PEOPLE YELLING IN FEAR]

Kimial Diehl : Hey! What happened!? The Halberd! I-It crashed into the sea!

Ashley : It crashed landed! Why the hell did Meta Knight's ship get blown up into the sea?

[Event : Strain - Kenichi Tokoi]

Kimial Diehl : I don't know what's going on? But something tells me that no one aboard the ship is okay with everyone, but i didn't think it exploded on it's own, it was only loosing altitude. Who would go an blow up a giant ship like that?

[DBZ SFX : Wall Hit/Crash]

Ashley : Woah! Was that a meteor just now!?

Kimial Diehl : I don't think a meteor crashed into the woods. But we gotta investigate the cause from the explosion of Meta Knight's ship. Come! Follow me!

[cuts to the two flying on their brooms]

Ashley : So, after Crona was defeated on the ship, something from the halberd must've crashed landed in the woods, we gotta find out check if there's any signs of life in the woods. Well, according to this device, there should be civilians or escaped prisoners that crashed landed in the Massachusetts woods, it's hardly to recommend, that our forces will look forward to stopping the enemy raid. Now then, if we could get the coordinates set, we should...

Kimial Diehl : [notices something] Hey, Ash. Not to mention for a late BBQ for the vacation we planned, but should the woods be on fire like that?

Ashley : Huh? [discovers the woods that is set on fire] What the-?! Oh sh*t! The entire woods is on fire!

[S.E.E.D - Kenichi Tokoi, Masamichi Amano]

Kimial Diehl : I don't like the sounds of this, but this is literally going to mess up the entire state. Here, put this on! [gives Ashley a firefighter gas mask and she puts it on as well as ashley] Time to find out what's been cooking in the woods.

Ashley : Roger!

[cuts to Kaguya (the Clown) battles against Jacqueline]

Kaguya : Come on, you worthless fire demon! Is that the best you can do!? Come on! I'm just warming up!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Can't say how much you pulled everything our of your tracks! It's best that you a pyrokinectic demon has no superior to my flammin' hot style!

Kaguya : I'm just lucky that you should be worrying that anyone tells you should not to play with fire! Haaaaah! [Jacqueline avoids her attack]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Best of 3?

Kaguya : You betcha!

[BLAZING - Jun Senoue]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : So, I heard that the Grandson of the devil, Asura Kusakabe, created you as a demon or a Clown that I'd like to make you a heartless too?

Kaguya : So what? That's not gonna bother me to handle that question, how bout it? So you're willing to give up like a sly dog, or you'll be out of breath in your style! I heard that you like pyrokinesis too? Well, here's the fact. In the Ohkubo verse, the world of Soul Eater was originally a world full of pyrokinetics, the ability that humans have to control the fire as superpowers. I was once a human being in the old world of Shinra before Asura created me.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : You, a human being? you used to live in the Old World of Shinra? What an intriguing question. Not as smart as ever! Guess what, I happened to be a Pyrokinetic you know. We got the same skills, the same abilities, and do you know what it's like to live in "his" world before the world of Soul Eater was created by him?

Kaguya : Persistent, It's like that in the Ohkuboverse before it's chronological order comes to an end, the end that Soul World would eventually be consumed by the darkness itself, just like what Master Xenahort told.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Master Xenahort? He told you that the world of Soul Eater will end by being consumed by the darkness? What does he mean by that?

[THUNDER BOOM+Rain Pattering heavily]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Huh? What? Hey, was it just raining by now? I don't feel like it's raining.

Kaguya : [suddenly, her hair color changes to light blue] Oh no! Not again! [An energy shot attacks at her directly, knocking her out]

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Just for the sake of it, I wonder why did it started to rain all of a sudden?

Kimial Diehl : Jacqueline! Jacqueline, over here!

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : [gaps] Kimial! [turns and sees Kimial and Ashley on their broom while Ashley is using her wand to cast a rain spell]

Ashley : I can use any type of magic I wanna use. This rain spell should be in good use of putting out this fire.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Ah, the dectective. It's been a warm welcome since Kimial knows about you. [the two lands] You must be Ashley, I'm your partner's girlfriend, Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre. [shakes hands with Ashley]

Ashley : Are you hurt or anything?

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Nope! Not at all! [looks around to see the woods burnt] Can't say how much it costs this to rejuvenate the woods, but a science project would definitely get a reforestation idea.

Ashley : So, was that you fighting in the woods with fire? You know that you should know better than not to play with fire in the woods. It's too dangerous and it nearly costs every single life.

Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre : Yeah, that was kind of something when I was battling this "naked" woman over here after she crashed landed here in the woods.

Kimial Diehl : "That woman"? A naked woman? Where do you find a woman naked in the woods...Hmmm? This strange woman...it's so rare to find a naked woman in the woods, but there's some kind of clue to tell me who is this person? [checks on Kaguya's body to figure it out, she then gasped in shock after she sees Kishin markings on her body] Hey, those markings! What are those on her body?! These symbols, are those the eyes of Demon Vibe that Penny mentioned? That's what led Shinra to create the world of Soul Eater, the markings on her body would be so mysteriously having a clue. [thinking] Hmmm...

~ Seventeenth Scene : Phoenix Rose From the Ashes ~

[parkerbombshell]

Rules Free Radio March 12

Tuesdays 2pm - 5pm  EST Rules Free Radio With Steve  Caplan bombshellradio.com On this session of Rules Free Radio with Steve Caplan, we’re going to hear some new and recent music by The Campbell Apartment, Tall Poppy Syndrome, Shufflepuck, Smack Champion, The James Clarke Institute, The Bevis Frond, Coco, The Cleaners From Venus, Daniel Romano, Van Duren, The Pheromoans, Cat Cork, Loving, Modern English, Hurray For The Riff Raff, and a few others. Currents to classics by The Garment District, Electric Light Orchestra, Roger McGuinn with Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers, The Laughing Dogs, Teenage Fanclub,The Kinks, The Royalettes, The Flamin’ Groovies, Marvin Gaye, Bubble Puppy, Joan Osborne, Neil Young, The Doors, A Perfect Circle, Patti Smith and more. Tall Poppy Syndrome - This Time Tomorrow Electric Light Orchestra - Do Ya Teenage Fanclub - Falling Into The Sun Jenny Owens Youngs - Knife Went In The Garment District - A Street Called Finland Shufflepuck - Where The Hell Is She Smack Champion - Crying Over You The Campbell Apartment - When I Fall The Laughing Dogs -  What Ya Doin' It For The Flamin' Groovies - Absolutely Sweet Marie The Kinks - See My Friends The James Clark Institute Phantom Girl Big Star - When My Baby's Beside Me Van Duren - Her Name Comes Up Lisa Mychols - Looking at the Sun Coco - Mythological Man The Cleaners From Venus - The Beautiful Stoned Roger McGuinn w/ Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - King of the Hill The Bevis Frond - Maybe We Got It Wrong The Beatles - Paperback Writer Liam Gallagher & John Squire - I'm So Bored Elvis Costello - Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution) Daniel Romano - Where’s Paradise Bubble Puppy - Hot Smoke & Sassafrass Sendelica - Journey To The Center Of The Mind Patti Smith - 25th Floor High On Rebellion The Doors - Not To Touch The Earth Modern English - Out to Lunch The Pheromoans - It's a Little Bit Different Hurray For The Riff Raff - The World Is Dangerous Neil Young - Only Love Can Break Your Heart The Royalettes - It's Gonna Take A Miracle Marvin Gaye - Distant Lover October London - Do What You Do Norman Connors - The Creator Has a Master Plan Joan Osborne - Why Can't We Live Together Jeremiah Chiu - Transparent Spheres Siouxsie & the Banshees - Strange Fruit Cat Cork - Miracle A Perfect Circle - Fiddle and the Drum Loving - Gift Todd Rundgren - Wailing Wall Aoife O'Donovan - Town of Mercy Read the full article

[smidnite]

@illogicalkat no kittens yet, but good grief, Cardamom is ROUND.

@winterspiderpurrs I see your addition, and raise you this!

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Eddie Brock had already been on a red eye flight to New York from California to do some in depth investigation on OsCorp when, with an hour left before landing, he got an email from his editor about a story change, concerning one Tony Stark. An email that needed to be a phone discussion, but NOT where the walls had ears.

Nearly three hours later, shortly after 9am but feeling like 4am with the time difference, he was on a bench in Central Park, the remnants of two hot dogs, a bag of popcorn, and a Coke next to him, while he worked on a candy bar.

"And your source is good?"

His editor had a buddy who lived in Manhattan, who really did nothing more than keep an ear out for celebrity gossip. Which, to be fair, was why he'd been on the way to begin with. He couldn't shake the idea that there was a two-faced nature with the Osbornes, and Eddie was inclined to agree. For all that he had his own personal monsters, there just seemed to be something UGLY hiding behind their carefully curated smiles.

"Seems pretty damning to me. Even had Stark showing up to an address in New York. His plates got flagged at the toll station."

"And they said that Potts couldn't get into the building?"

"Oh yeah. Had a FIT in front of the doors too."

Tony Stark was a notorious Manhattan boy. The only reason he's not in Manhattan is because he's gone to the Malibu branch of SI. Or the branch in Japan. Or racing in Monaco, before visiting his mother's family in Italy.

(He's an INVESTIGATIVE journalist, and all of that information was a matter of public record.)

Slumming it in BROOKLYN of all places--well, slumming it for Tony Stark, at any rate. It was unprecedented. Beyond unusual. Which meant there was a fascinating reason. And Stark's CEO, Virginia Potts, unable to access the castle of her kingdom, fighting off the security guards with a wildness worthy of a Jerry Springer episode?

Oh, there was a STORY.

"And if I recall correctly, some big names had just started talking about getting invites to the Stark-Potts wedding. And then THIS shit happens. Juicy as HELL."

"So we gonna run it as Trouble in Paradise?"

"Not quite yet. See what you can find out about that address where he was pinged. Gotta hunch that it's connected to Potts screaming her head off. I don't think I've seen her this rattled since that wreck Stark was in about 14 or 15 years ago, in Vegas."

*****

After checking in at a hotel and getting a few hours of shut-eye, Eddie cracked open his laptop and set to work, pulling up the YellowPages site--he paid PREMIUM, dammit--and typing in the various addresses of the houses that Stark could have visited, hoping to narrow it down. From where he'd been parked, there were four brownstones Eddie needed to pull information on, going through the list of previous and current occupants, and going through their background information.

It was a tedious process, but one that Eddie ultimately found rewarding.

Five hours later, Eddie struck GOLD. One brownstone, completely owned by one James Buchanan Barnes, Alpha, and occupied by Steven Grant Rogers, Alpha, Peter Benjamin Parker, Omega, and one Harley Edwin Anthony Parker, undesignated.

This wouldn't have been anything of note, except Peter Benjamin Parker had been registered to the same rehab facility Stark had been in, a decade and a half ago, right before Vegas.

He looked at the name behind the undesignated line, before typing the name in a search bar. The two middle names were left out, but "Harley Parker" was already making a name for himself at his STEM school.

The desk chair creaked a bit as Eddie sat back, contemplating. While possible, it's incredibly unlikely that Tony Stark would keep such a remarkable kid under wraps. And even if he'd tried, at some point, word would've got out. You can't hold kids back from social media, after all.

Stark may have JUST found out about the existence of this kid. And the one person who may have known about the kid was his CEO.

GodDAMN.

Virginia Potts being "rattled" didn't even come CLOSE to what she was possibly in for.

He reached for his cellphone and made the call.

"Boss, you are never gonna believe what I just found."

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I lied to myself and typed this up before showering. I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.

The post was getting a little long BUT @illogicalkat and @smidnite are so amazing for this!

Previous posts from the last addition done here:

And cause I loved it.... imma add a little more :D

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Steve went to get Sarah; his mom on the phone. She was always a voice of reason with him. He was hopefully she could shed some positive light in this situation.

"-That child has known you practically his whole life. You're his papa. Doesn’t matter what some... DNA test says A leanbh. " her Irish accent became more prominent, the more she talked.

" But a man has a right to his child. I know it's going to be hard. And poor Peter! Having to face that man again! I woulda hit him!"

Steve coughed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

" Well, uuhh.. no problem there."

" Steve Grant Rogers Barnes! That temper of yours is always getting you in trouble!"

" Ma!"

" Could be making the situation worse."

" I know, Ma, I know..."

Steve could hear her sigh on the other side of the phone.

" Well. Was it at least a good hit?"

Steve laughs and moves back toward the dining room where Peter and Matt are still at.

" Yeah, it was a -"

Clatter.

The phone slipped from Steve's hand as he stared at Peter.

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While Steve had wondered off to speak to him mom, Bucky had gone back up stares to check on Harley and May after seeing that Tony had gotten in the car and was a long ways away from the house.

Peter gathered up the paper they had, scanning it over to Matt's office for him so he could review it again in Braille once he got it to his special machine.

" I uuhh... have another question since it's just us."

" Of course. What is it?"

Matt tilted his head toward Peter, sensing that he was nervous again.

" I umm read before that you cannot uhh get divorced if your... pregnant?"

Matt blinks.

" Oh,"

Peter nervously gathers the papers and puts the extra copies in Matt's briefcase for him.

" It's not his. Obviously, but umm, I just wanted to be sure."

Matt smiles and shakes his head.

" You're fine. The state of New York lets you. And as he has no rights to you anymore... you're safe. Congratulations."

Peter smiled in relief and pressed a hand to his stomach. Laughing a little.

" Yeah... I just found out last week. Was gonna wait a few more weeks. Before saying anything to Steve and Bucky. This one definitely was an oops surprise pregnancy."

Clatter.

Peter and Matt turn toward the door to see Steve standing there staring. Cell phone on the floor.

" You're pregnant?!?"

Meanwhile, upstairs, Harley is pacing his room. Why would THE Tony Stark be here? Was it for Dads metal arm that Mom helped create? Was it the scholarship program his school had?

Was he coming to expand his art collection with one of Papa's paintings? Mom had gone back to school and gotten his degree and had written a couple of papers. But would that be enough to get Tony Stark's attention?

He looks at the magazines cut out he had of Tony Stark from a few years ago when he was on the cover of Time magazine. Dad had bought it for him while they were in line at the store. He frowns a little. Now recalling the wide-eyed stare his Mom had when he came into the room and saw it the first time. He seemed oddly nervous when he asked where that came from and why he had it.

The look on Tony Stark's face downstairs, he seemed scared, nervous, and hopeful?

He pulled his laptop up and hesitated a moment. Then he started typing away.

' Young Tony Stark photos'

The more he looked, the bigger the pit in his stomach grew.

He felt like he was going to throw up.

Across town, Tony was once again looking through the paperwork and looked at the copy of the birth certificate.

Father spot was blank on it.

But when he saw the name on the certificate, he rushed towards the trash can and threw up. It all just became too much. Everything that he was robbed of. And how much at least at the time of Harley birth that Peter obviously cared for him deeply.

Harley Edwin Anthony Parker.

[iloveinej]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Category: just fluff

Warnings: none.

Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.

A\N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so I hope that it isn't to shaggy. Please write your criticisms in the coments so that i can know how i did.

(I swear to God, finding a good picture on Pinterest for this dude is hell)

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When scalding hot water touched her skin, she declared herself to officially be in heaven. The stale muscles began to slowly soften and the warm water turned dirty of how much grime had been stuck on her body. It was unusual for her to let it get this far without showering, but the mission that she and Steve Rogers had been entrusted had gone completely haywire, ending up postponing their return to the tower by four days.

That was why the shower wasn't her own. It belonged to a small, simple, pallid hotel that Steve had found outside of North Vancouver, Canada. Both her and Steve had agreed to leave for home tomorrow instead since neither of them trusted each other to have the mental strength and stability to drive a car.

(name) knew that some or later she would have to step out of the humid and hot shower, and face the maladroit situation on the other side of the white door. The maladroit situation being the doubled-sized bed that was so efficiently placed on the wall. And a doubled-size bed didn't look so doubled-sized with Captain America laying in it.

Also, the way that the warm water enveloped her raw, chill body comforted her, so naturally she wished to go to sleep in that warmth for the night.

Though it didn't seem like a good plan in case Steve would wake up the next morning to a dead, but warm body in the gray tiled shower. So she turned off the shower and gripped one of the hotel's towels on the other side. Wiping her feat first, she stepped out and began the process of drying herself, brushing her fuzzy-feeling teeth, dressing, and trudging out of the steaming bathroom.

She was unpleasantly taken back when she felt chill air start to creep inside her clothes and realized that it was as cold inside the room as it was outside the old, curtainless window. But it wasn't anything that she could change about it so she only continued to track down in the small, dark hall that the bathroom was connected to. There was a wall that broke the room up in twos, but no door, only a big opening in the wall.

As quietly as possible, she navigated into the sleeping area, where the lights were already of. She saw Steves's suit hanging lazily over a chair with his helmet sitting on the cushion, and she came to remember that her own was thrown on the floor of the bathroom. But the feeling of being too tired to care, and also her toes going numb made her turn to the bed. Only to see Steve already pleasantly asleep with his body covered in the duvets and soft snores coming from his nose.

(Name) didn't have to hold back the adoring smile with Steve already sleeping. She didn't have to obtain the veneer of the profession to hide the love that she held in the most secret place of her heart.

Carefully, she sat down in bed beginning to slip under her part of the duvet.

Her head fell against the headboard, and she let herself bask in the feeling of calm. There was no need to check under the bed for people, no need to search for cameras or hidden windows in the mirror. No anxiety troubled her, making her nauseous and unable to sleep. She was never courageous enough to disturb Steve with her troubles since she was well aware that he needed his rest as much as she did.

But she didn't feel that stress tonight.

She slowly slipped completely under the covers, and let herself get lost in thoughts. It was almost exciting to have such a pretty human being curled up at her side. And it was comforting to know he would always be there to protect her, even if it wasn't because of the romantic love. She hoped that he felt the same comfort with her.

"Goodnight Steve". She whispered, and let her fingertips glide loosely on the side of his face, before closing her own eyes, knowing that Steve was right there with her.

Not knowing about the small shy smile that was present on his face as she let herself fall asleep.

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Cold. That was all she could decipher. Cold, and maybe ice? Her toes surely felt like they'd gone to ice. Never in her life had she been feezing as much as now. She pulled the sheets closer around herself and tried to crawl up into a small ball in an attempt to keep the warmth in and cold out. But her tries were useless and she began to feel jealous of the warmth that Steve was blessed with just because he was a big, strong soldier with super strength.

The big, strong soldier that probably radiated with body heat if you would get close enough.

She felt helpless and therefore decided to test her theory about radiating body heat. Her body was genuinely one millimeter away from ending up on the floor, and her back was against Steve so she had no interpretation of how close he was. But she slowly started to squirm backward, and she didn't get far before she felt two things. One is a faint feeling of warmth. Two, her waist accidentally laying itself over a hand. She froze and held her breath, but Steve seemed to be sleeping as peacefully as he did before. Deciding to take another approach, she turned her body to the other way, making her back face the window instead of Steve. But ended up with her eyes wide open and facing his bare chest.

She dared to look up at his face, and her mouth opened lightly with a breath of air at the angel face that she saw. A dawning realization set itself in the room, a realization that this passion for the captain could become a problem in the future. But not at the moment.

Carefully, she maneuvered his hand closer to his own body so that she could get the space that she needed to wiggle just a little bit closer to the hot man. But to her horror, Steve moved. His head twitched, and then he started to move the arm that she previously pushed around. She couldn't move, so she just laid there in complete horror, with a sound stuck in her throat. And then from nowhere, the arm snaked around her waist and up over her back, sending warmth sizzling over her skin.

He took a steady grip around her, and effectively pulled her into his bare, smooth chest.

She didn't breathe, didn't move, did nothing as she lay there.

"You could've just asked sweetheart," Steve mumbled sleepily, his word coming out in a mush since his face was squeezed into his pillow. (Name) swallowed, hard.

"Just didn't want to wake you up. It was cold." She said, feeling warmth rise her neck.

An amused scoff sounded from Steve, and she felt embarrassment travel up her face.

"Wrap your arms around my waist," Steve said. She felt obliged to as told since she woke him up, and let her hands travel at the expense of Steve's waist. A deep breath left Steve's lips, and she let herself smile. Slowly, Steve unlocked his arm from her waist, and slowly started to gather her in his big arms.

He hugged her closer to him with the new grip that he had, and he felt her melt into his chest, effectively waking up the butterflies in his chest.

"Go to sleep now, you deserve it."

And with that, (name) couldn't physically keep her mind awake anymore, letting go of the need to cry because of physical from Steve.

And right after she was out, so was he.

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Should I open my requests an stuff maybe?

Thanks for reading btw;).

[sweeterthanthis]

heyy!! I'm sending you creative energy!!! AND positive vibes!! I do have a thought: Getting into a heated argument with Andy or Steve. You raise your arm to slap him but he catches your wrist. He backs you up against a wall and lean down to your ear. In a low husky voice he whispers “wanna try that again, sweetheart?”

Pushing Your Luck

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: Captain Perfect and his high and mighty attitude have you at the end of your tether.

Warnings: Mild violence, sassy steve, smut(?), two people who 'hate' each other but secretly wanna rut like bunnies, a little humiliation, a little captain kink, breath play, thigh grinding, Steve's mouth running merry hell. 18+.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Steve Rogers can beat this pussy up anytime. Thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking this through 💕

Everybody loved Steve Rogers. Mr Red, White and Blue himself. It wasn't often that anybody dared to question the words that came out of his mouth, but your disdain for his authority had you testing him at every turn.

"You know, sometimes I wonder how the hell you managed to make it as part of this team," he spits at you, arms folded across his broad chest, the material of his shirt stretched across his biceps. "Teamwork. Have you ever heard of it?"

"Me?" You scoff, taking a step closer to him, your hands balled into fists by your side, body trembling with rage. You hated the way he talked to you, hated how he disregarded your opinions, hated him. "Take your head out of your ass, Rogers. I'm good at my job. I can handle myself. Saved your ass more than once, if memory serves."

The tension in the air is palpable, and you've never met a man that can extract such rage from you with a simple condescending furrow of his brow. Steve's jaw twitches, and you can't help but feel a rush of satisfaction that you've hit a nerve.

"And I'll tell you somethin' else for free," you rant, blood thumping in your ears and frustration bubbling in your belly, "if I'm so useless, if I'm so fuckin' shitty at my job, why the hell am I even still in this building? You need me. Your ego won't let you admit it, but you do. You all do. Maybe I oughta find another use for my talents, huh? My next boss can't be any worse than you, that's for sure."

You flinch a little when he takes a long stride towards you, your shoulders shaking and giving away the tension in your bones; but you don't back away. Instead, you keep your furious gaze fixed on his face, puffing out your chest a little, his form towering over you. You'd never admit that having him so close made your thighs clench together, that arguing with him like this riled you up to the point of insanity.

"Go ahead," he grits out, cocking his head to the side and chewing on the inside of his cheek, appearing torn between the words lingering on his tongue and the thoughts swirling in his mind. "If you call being reckless and putting everyone else in danger a talent. You've been pushing your luck here long enough. If you ask nicely, I might even give you a good reference."

You can't hold yourself back any longer, the smirk painted on his lips forcing your hand. Literally. Your palm is inches from his cheek when you hiss in discomfort, his fingers digging into your wrist and a hot, heavy breath fanning your face as he looms over you; guiding you carelessly backwards, your spine bumping against the wooden bookshelf.

You try to pull yourself from his grasp, but it only tightens when you do - and for a moment, you think he might kiss you, his cheek a hairs breadth from your own when he leans down to whisper in your ear smugly. "Wanna try that again, Sweetheart?"

God, you hated him. But the look on his face when your free hand collides with his cheek?

Oh, you love that. Yeah. Weren't expecting that, were you asshole?

The air is silent, and the only thing you can focus on is the way Steve's breaths warm your face, the rage behind his eyes. Rage that could almost be mistaken for...passion?

Still, he doesn't let you go; his hulking body caging you in against the bookshelf behind you. The mood in the air shifts, your eyes popping open the moment you feel a certain stiffness protruding against your hip.

Suddenly, it felt like you had all the control.

"Oh," you hum with a salacious smirk, reaching up on your tiptoes to get a little closer. "You like this, don't you? Is this what gets you off, Rogers? Like a little rough and tumble, huh?"

You're trying to get a rise out of him, find yourself wanting him to lose control, to manhandle you and toss you around like you're weightless. He's so close. So close to giving in, but you can tell he doesn't want to.

"Captain," you purr, tutting and arching your back, your chest brushing against his torso, nipples poking through the thin fabric of your tank top. "Well, this is a surprise. Mr Practically Perfect likes it rough. That's hot."

Steve's hands are shaking, his grip on your wrist loosening with every teasing word you speak, your own fingers reaching down to brush against the solid bulge in his tactical pants. His baby blue's meet your gaze, and you can tell you've got him. Hell, you didn't even know you wanted him. But now you've got him? You've never wanted anything more.

"C'mon tough guy," you goad him, your nose grazing his chin and your breath beating down against his bobbing Adams apple. "Take out some'a that frustration. I can take it. You know I can."

The air rushes from your lungs when his hand wraps around your throat, your head tilted back, body shoved carelessly against the wood. He looks at you like you're prey. Like you're something he could just eat right up. And oh, how you wish he would.

"Got a smart ass mouth for someone who's panties are soaked riiight through, don't ya?" Steve chuckles darkly, knuckles brushing against the swell of your chest, fingertips toying with the neckline of your top. You open your mouth to deny it, but there's no use. He knows. Knows the second he wedges his thick thigh between your own, the way your hips automatically grind against him, seeking that delicious friction - your body betraying you and giving you away completely.

You're dumbfounded, speechless and barely able to gather oxygen when his grip tightens around your throat - your cunt on fire and your panties plastered uncomfortably against the drooling slick oozing from your core. "Let's see if we can't beat some obedience into that pussy, hmm?"

A/N: I no longer have a tag list, but if you want to keep up to date with what I post follow my sideblog, @sweetersficlibrary, and turn on alerts to be notified whenever I post something new 💕

[ramp-it-up]

...And Forever

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

AU: MCU A/U, after TFATWS

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Alternate MCU facts/timeline, lies, cursing, angst,  oral, (F, M receiving) fingering, spit play rank kink, size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), sex on a pool table, semi-public sex, a special surprise, stalker-ish behavior, almost Dark!Steve? Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: I am an MCU nerd but not a timeline detail gal. Please forgive me if the timeline is off. This is an alternate universe and a work of fiction. Please have fun with it! This is the second part to Always.  Enjoy!

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You opened your eyes to see that you were in what looked like a break room. There was a coffee machine, a round table with five chairs, a row of lockers, two Captain Americas, and a Winter Soldier.

There was some strange conversation going on.

“Then who gave me the shield at the lake…?”  

Sam was questioning Steve, but he stopped talking when you started moving around.  You must have still been in the wedding venue, because you saw the name of the historic building on various items in the room. 

You scowled up at Sam, Bucky and Steve.

You moved to sit up and Steve was at your side. “Easy…”

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

You squinted at Steve. His hair was shorter and he was clean shaven, but he was still gorgeous. Those blue eyes were full of concern. 

You raised your hand, and he held it, holding it and caressing it as you raised it to his face.

“Is it really you?”

Steve smiled ruefully at you. “Yeah, it’s me.”

You held his cheek and looked at him, bringing your other hand up to the other side of his face. He smiled at you. 

You grabbed him and hugged him hard, and then pulled back again as he held you in his arms. He moved back and pursed those ruby red lips. 

You had this irresistible urge to...slap the shit out of him. And so you did.

The sound reverberated in the room. Steve just stared up at you, with that fucking beautiful face, and then smiled, rubbing his jaw as if it hurt. 

But you knew it didn’t. And you were tired of the bullshit.

Sam and Bucky moved to calm you down, but you were too quick for them, pacing to the other side of the room. 

“All of you can stay the hell away from me. Y’all have some fuckin nerve. Especially you, Steven.”  

Your Houston accent was shining through with your anger.

“Wow, Sweetheart, that was harsh. But I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

You pointed at Steve.

“Fuck you.” 

You were seething, especially when he raised his eyebrow at your comment. But he quickly fixed his face when he saw the rage on yours. You looked at Sam, who just looked down, and at Bucky, who looked like he was in pain.  

Fuck thier feelings.

“I deserve your anger. I didn't tell…” Steve tried it. 

“You don’t deserve a got damn thing. Not even my anger.” 

Steve was stone faced at your vitriol. You were shaking, trying to control your emotions and not cry.  You were so hot. You fought to keep your voice steady.

“I thought you were dead.” It came out as a ragged whisper. But you knew everyone heard you.

Your voice was low, even, and scary. Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. Your own were brimming with tears.

“I thought you were dead and that they didn’t want to tell me.” 

You waved your hand at Bucky and Sam. And you waited until Steve looked you in the eyes again. 

“I thought you were in prison, that someone, on some alien star, forced you to play some sick gladiator games. Or that HYDRA was still around and they turned you into an agent for them. Or that you lost your memory in the blip. So many scenarios played in my mind, Steven.”

Steve knew better than to talk. This was his time to listen.

“But I never ever once thought that you chose this. Never thought it was your choice to leave and to stay away.”

“Listen…” Sam started speaking.

“Shut the fuck UP, Samuel.” 

If you had Bucky’s knives, all of them would be seriously injured right now.  

“You knew that he was alive and you didn’t tell me. Despite me begging for any kind of information.”  

Sam just pursed his lips and returned your glare.  You were right.

You went and stood in front of Bucky.

“James…” 

He looked at you, those pained eyes making your stomach flip.  

“How could you?  You knew?”

He just stared at you. Retreating into not speaking.

Steve spoke up.

“Yes, I left. Yes, it was my choice.  I thought I could… Well, let’s just say that hindsight is 20/20 and you can’t ever go back. I swore Sam and Buck to secrecy and I asked them to take care of you.  This all just got out of hand.  Didn’t it Buck?”

You watched Steve in disbelief and you swiveled your head toward Bucky and Sam again.

“You both lied to me. And Sam. Did you tell Steve to come back and ruin my life?”

Sam scoffed, offended. “No. I didn’t. S.H.I.E.L.D gave Steve quarterly updates.  You and Bucky happened so fast…” 

You ignored his explanation.

“But you knew exactly where he’d gone.”

“Yes.” Sam was cornered.

You turned back to Bucky. 

“I asked you a question earlier. Did you know?”

He nodded, imperceptibly.  “Doll… I…”

“James Buchanan Barnes. You knew?” Your heart was breaking even more than it was.

“Yes, but it’s complicated. He didn’t come back, at least not the way he left, and I thought it was a done deal. I thought he found…”

You interrupted him. 

“What. Happiness?” 

You turned back to Steve. “Is that what you were looking for, Steve? Happiness?”

“Sweetheart, you made me happy, I just had the chance to finally settle some unfinished business.”

You nodded.

“So James here took advantage of your little vacation to get with his best friend's girl while you explored your other options. Cool.”

It was not cool.

“Do you remember when you asked me if you could trust me, Steve?”  

He just gave a little smile and came to stand before you, looking down at you in that way of his.  He was trying to shake you. You were unshakeable. You raised your chin and looked right in his eyes.

“What you don’t understand is that you can’t pick and choose the pieces of life that you want, Steven.” 

You moved away from all of them. Steve stepped toward you, but stopped when you held up your hand.

“I’ve lived my life for everyone else, for this country, for as long as I can remember.  I deserve a little piece of life, Sweetheart.”  

Steve really believed what he was saying.

“What about me? Do I get a choice?”

Steve looked around at his two best friends, who were now best friends, and his best girl.

“You’re right. I think you should. You should choose.”

Your mouth hinged open. You spoke at the wall, then looked at Bucky.

“What about you, James? Do I need to choose?”

Bucky walked in front of you

“No Doll. You don’t have to choose.”  

You looked up into his eyes.  Damn, he looked so handsome in his bespoke grey suit that he chose for the wedding. And the tie that you gave him set off his eyes.  

“I just….  I just wanted a piece of happiness too. I knew you were Steve’s girl.”  He took both of your hands in his. 

“I don’t deserve you. When Steve didn’t come back, and you and I connected, I couldn’t help it. I was just going to keep an eye out, but…”

He gave you that cute little side smile of his.  And then he kissed you. It was short and sweet and oh so hot. You looked up at him, shook to the core. And then he ruined it all.

“I love you Doll. It was nice while it lasted.” 

Bucky was giving up. 

You nodded and backed away. Not believing this situation. 

“Ok. I’m making my choice.” 

You raised your chin and looked at Steve and Bucky.

“I’m not some fucking marble that you pass around, play with, and trade with your friend.” 

You took a deep breath.  “I choose me.”

You were gone in a flash, before they could even register it.  And although they ran, they couldn’t catch you before you were out of reach.

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Three months later, you walked through the late August soup of Houston heat to the bar, pausing when you thought you heard footfalls behind you. You used your speed to zip along to Willy’s; you were safe there.

You were back sharking with the best of them.  But your training was put to good use.  You never got burned and you never got caught.  You were making a good living.  

There were a jumble of misfit super humans who had gathered there with you.  You were a leader now. And you were doing well on your own. It was a life.

You already knew he was coming, and maybe that’s why you moved to the back room to play.

You were prepared, but when you felt him, you still lost your breath.  But you recovered quickly, straightening your spine, despite the fact that he was standing so close to you.

You looked at the dartboard on the wall across from you and chalked your cue.

“Don’t you have other things to take care of? Other wheres? Other whens maybe?”

You learned more about time travel since you’d left New York, and you understood more of what happened. 

The Avengers had access to time travel.  If only you could go back… but no. You were stronger than those men.  You could live with your decisions. And move forward.

“No. What I need to take care of is right here. Right now.”  

His deep growl stirred something inside you, and you fought your body, which was becoming moist at his proximity.

You bent over the table, super soldier dick poking you in the ass before you drew your pool cue back sharply into his stomach.  Abs of steel met the cue and nearly broke it.  He just stepped aside and shook his head at you.

You turned your head to look into his aqua blue eyes and you fell in love all over again.  Shit.

You gave up and turned around, leaning back against the pool table, because he wasn’t giving an inch, not moving from your space.

You scanned the room and your people were watching, but keeping your distance. They all knew who he was, and your history. They gave you space, but wouldn’t let you be hurt without a fight. You nodded at them and they all went to the front, giving you more privacy.

He nodded in their direction. 

“People fall under your spell fast, I know that all too well. They trust you.”

You lifted your head. “I’ve never done anything to make them not trust me.”

He sighed.  “Point taken.”

“Why did you come here?  I know that you’ve known where I was. Sam must have told you.” 

“I’ve known where you were. How could I not? I didn’t need Sam to tell me. It’s not like you were trying to hide.”  

He cocked his head at you.

“But the reason that I’m here, now, is that I’ve always been slow at math. And I just put two and two together.”

You smirked up at him. “You’re right. This is home. A leopard doesn’t change her stripes.”

He just chuckled at your evasion.

“You wanna play a game?” 

His eyes followed you, undeterred by your challenge.

You walked around to the other side of the table, leaned over and gathered the balls to be racked. 

You held two in one hand and looked at him.  He smiled and the electricity at the small of your back was everything. He slowly walked around to you as you racked them.

He took in your form (including your ample cleavage) as you bent over the table and your mouth as you said the word, “Break.”

“I’m tired of playing games, Doll. I’m just here to win you back.”

You turned around and faced him, looking up at him, now aware of his smell.  You closed your eyes and inhaled leather and metal. You opened them again and his eyes were blazing.

“James.. I”  

Bucky grabbed your face, hands gently cradling your head, and cut you off with a kiss, his lips gentle at first. Then his hands moved to your hips and lifted you onto the table. He slotted himself in between your thighs, your bodies separated by the same brand of black denim. 

His lips and tongue seemed determined to possess you. Bucky kissed and felt your body like he hadn’t in a lifetime. His hands roamed you like they were starved from touching you. 

Your hands were on his neck and in his hair, relishing the feel of him. You’d  missed him so fucking much. You drew apart, and his breath fanned your face as you two panted together, his forehead resting on yours.

“I am never going to let you go again.”

“James…”

“Hold on Doll, I’ve got to say this.” 

He smiled and gave you another quick peck.  You nodded, solemn.

“I said the wrong thing back in Brooklyn. I don’t care that you were with him first. I don’t care if you think that you might want to be with him. When I fell for you, I fell harder than I ever have. Even from the train.”  

He was whispering the words you wanted to hear months ago, causing you to cry.  But a lot of things caused you to cry lately. 

Bucky smiled at you, his eyes crinkling in that adorable way that you loved. You opened your mouth to speak and he kissed you, silencing you again. You responded with a smile. He continued.

“I know that you think that I folded and just gave up on you on our wedding day. I was just thinking that I don’t deserve you. Especially next to Steve.  I mean, you won’t find a better man.  But in the time since, I’ve realized, even though it’s hard. I’m a good man too.”

“You are, James…”

“You helped me come to terms with everything that’s happened. Sam has helped me deal with everything I did...and I’m not perfect, and neither are you, but we can be perfect for each other.”  

You nodded, smiling a little.

“I’m in love with you and I deserve you. You deserve me. We deserve each other.  And I’m not saying this because I think you saved me. But you are the strongest woman I know, enough to be with me when I am weak. I figured out that I can be strong for you too. I have to be now. I am so sorry that I let you walk away. But I’m not going to let you out of my sight now, even if you don’t want to be with me.  But I am asking you, again. Be my family. Make one with me. Choose me.”

You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes.

“James Barnes, there was never ever any choice. It’s you. It will be you. Forever.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief and started kissing you all over your face, down your neck and into your cleavage.

“I was scared shitless, Doll! I love you so much,…”

You kissed him now, your hands under his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders. Next, you went under his shirt, feeling his nipples, playing with them as he shuddered. Then your hands went up to one cold shoulder and one warm, grasping them as he ground his hard jeans covered crotch into yours.

“Too many clothes.”

You ended up helping him pull his shirt over his head. You trailed your hand back down his abs to the button on his jeans.

“I missed you James. My hormones are going crazy, Baby…”  

His eyes got wide as you popped the top button and bit your lip.  Bucky moaned.  He was about to explode just being near you.

“Th-that’s what we need to talk about…”

“Talk later. Fuck. Now.”

Bucky looked over your shoulder to the other room. To his surprise, the door was now closed.

“Wow, they…”

You hopped down from the table and got on your knees in front of him.

“You gonna let me suck your dick or not James?”

He looked down at you smirking up at him and could feel himself leaking in his jeans.  Three months of his hand had been torture, thinking of you.  

It seemed as if he unfastened and pulled himself out without knowing.  For a moment he feared mind control. 

But it was just love and lust.

You grasped him, testing his girth and admiring how your fingers did not meet around his cock.  

“Mmmmmmmm,” you moaned while you thumbed his tip, collecting the pre-cum and lubricating him as you pumped.

He stared at you, slack jawed and sexy as he watched you.  He reached down and put his hand in your hair, massaging your scalp.

You commanded him. “Eyes on me, Sergeant.”

Bucky locked eyes with you and watched as you licked your lips, opened your mouth, and spit on his cock.

“Fuck.”

You pumped him a couple of times before you opened wide and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of his wide, smooth, hard unit in your mouth.  You pulled off of him with a pop.

“Damn I missed this dick.” 

Then you deep throated him again, making Bucky have to hold on to the side of the pool table as he held your head while you spluttered around him.

“And I missed your pretty little mouth, Doll. Damn.”  He watched as you did it a few more times.

When you looked up and  he saw your ruined face, Bucky went feral.

He pulled you up by your shirt, pulling it over your head and wiping your face with it.  Then he kissed you.

“Fucking love how you do that, Doll.”  

He started kissing down your chest, pulling your breasts out of your bra, pinching and rolling your nipples gently, a little more carefully than usual. He looked at you knowingly as you squirmed in pleasure.

“I’ve been doing my research.”  

Then, he leaned down and suckled them with that mouth until you almost came, writhing in his arms. Bucky unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down, kneeling, and staring up at you as you leaned against the green felt table.

You stepped out of your jeans and panties and watched as his flesh hand glided from your ankle to your ass, palming it and then sliding back down as he lifted your thigh on his shoulder.  You shuddered as you could feel his breath on your cunt.

“I’ve been dreaming of this.”  

His eyes held yours as he leaned in for a kiss, then a long wet lick of your cunt.  You grabbed his brown hair as his blue eyes hypnotized you and as he ate you out. When his metal fingers came up, whirring, you started begging.

“Please, James…please…please…..”

He laughed, mouth still fucking your pussy. He pulled away, chin glistening with your juices. His fingers began pumping inside you, the vibration driving you up the wall.

“Are you begging me to stop, or to continue, Doll? Talk to me.”

“Unnnh, unnnnh, oooohhh shittttt. Don’t ever stop.” 

And then you came all over his face,  Bucky slurping it up happily.  He stood up, taking you with him and maneuvering you so that you could feel his thick tip at your hole before it breached you. 

Bucky’s cock stretched you out and made you see stars as you slid down his thick pole while he was standing up, pumping inside you as he deposited you on the table.

You wrapped around him like a vine as he held you, cock pounding from the feeling of being inside you again. He pulled back to kiss you again.  He was grunting in his throat as he tried to speak.

“Fuck you feel so good...Fair warning, Doll. I’m not going to last. Been too long.”

You let go of him, and leaned back on the felt, arms braced behind you as you replied, “Just fuck me James.”

Bucky took in your body, from where you were connected up your torso to your breasts and the beautiful fucked out look on your face and started moving.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”  You took him, looking down to see the impossible stretch.

“Yeah, look at that. Looks and feels so damn good, doesn’t it, Doll? How the fuck are you so… so… fucking… tight….?”

“Yes, fuck, James, FUCKKKKK.”

All nerves were in your cunt as you went down to your elbows, and then to your back flat on the slate table, pool balls going everywhere.

Bucky pulled your hips off the table and really started digging in, hips snapping at a frenzied pace as his metal hand slid down your body. You could tell that he was almost there.

“Cum with me Doll.” 

When that metal thumb touched your clit, it was over.  You came as soon as you felt his white hot ropes of cum drench your walls. You closed your eyes for just a second, and then opened your eyes wide.

‘Why am I curled up on a pool table after being fucked by my 106 year old fiance? What is life?”

Bucky laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and helped you off the table. He looked around, going to get you a bottle of water from the vending machine.

“You good?” 

Bucky eyed you as you got your clothes together.  He leaned next to you as he watched you drink the water.

“Baby okay?”

You ducked your head, smiled and grabbed his hand, putting it on your slightly rounded stomach.

“Yeah. I can feel him moving around.  Can you feel that?”  

Bucky just stared at his hand, then at your face.

“Not really… Him?”  He was astounded.

“That’s normal. I’m gonna be able to feel him before you can, And yeah, Him.”  

You turned more fully toward Bucky and he took you in his arms.  

“I had all kinds of tests, to make sure that he was okay.  I wanted to know if… if what they did to me would affect…. “ 

You shook your head, then smiled up at Bucky.

“He’s healthy.  I’m 20 weeks. I figured we’d call him Jamie?”  

Bucky beamed at you and nodded. 

“How did you know?”

“Well, I figured out that you didn’t faint at the wedding just because of Steve. Why didn’t you tell me, Doll?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Are you really asking me that question?”  

Bucky blanched and you decided not to be salty. 

“Well, At first, I didn’t want you to feel trapped. I was so happy that you asked me and didn’t know.”  You beamed at him. “ But then…” Your smile faded.

“I’m an idiot, Doll. Forgive me.  It’s me and you. And Jamie. Forever.”  

You two shared the kiss you missed at the altar. It was going to be okay.

“Now, let’s go get some food. I know you’re hungry.”

You laughed as you punched his arm. 

“Ass. But you’re right.” 

You two walked down the street to Ninfa’s Restaurant hand in hand. Bucky turned his head and gave an imperceptible nod as you two passed by an alley/

Steve returned the greeting as he stepped out and watched you and Bucky make your way down the street.

“That’s okay Sweetheart,” he whispered. “Buck’s a good man. But I know you’ll choose me. In another time.”

He walked to the quinjet, which was pointed toward New York.

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FIC REC WEEK 43 – ENEMIES TO LOVERS

Perfect Match by BladeoftheNebula

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 9,011 Tags: Office AU, A/B/O, Arranged Marriage

Summary: All Steve wants to do is get through his omega work placement and get out. Too bad Tony Stark, the alpha son of the CEO, is such a dick.

Reasons why I love it: Two workaholics walk into an office... I love this fic so much! Steve struggling to fight for his place on the alpha team is mildly infuriating in the best kind of way, made even better when Tony finally figures out how wrong he was about Steve. And I absolutely love the ending, it's sweet and spicy, exactly how I like it. Definitely check this one out, because it's fantastic!

maybe they are by Areiton

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,415 Tags: College AU, Established Relationship, Professors Steve and Tony

Summary: “Maybe they fucked and Stark broke his heart,” Teddy says, watching Stark standing next to a table full of grad students, talking animatedly, waving his coffee as Rogers dodged by, giving him a dirty look. Or: That professors fic I've been promising to write.

Reasons why I love it: This is such a fun AU! I love all the students speculating about Steve and Tony, their characterizations are perfect. And I especially love those last few paragraphs with Riri's introspection about what she's found out about them. This fic is lovely, and you should definitely read it!

Love in the Dark by mombasas

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 6,916 Tags: Neighbor AU, Sleep Deprivation, Competitive Streak

Summary: The guy who lives in the apartment next to Steve's is a nocturnal sex addict with a complete lack of volume control, and Steve's not going to take that lying down. Or, well. (Neighbors-with-a-shared-bedroom-wall AU in which Steve and Tony get into a not-so-passive passive-aggressive sex war, despite never having actually met.)

Reasons why I love it: Oh my god, how is this so hilarious and hot as hell at the same time? I love how both Steve and Tony are such human disasters that instead of going the rational route and talking things out, they get caught up in this competition. It's amazing and only made more so by the writing, which is fantastic. Definitely check this one out, I love it so much!

To Dwell on Dreams by fandomfrolics

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 12,178 Tags: Modern Setting, Dreamsharing, Hate Sex

Summary: A series of increasingly vivid dreams prompt Tony Stark to move back to New York City after ten years, much to the excitement of the press. Steve Rogers, ex-soldier and popular political cartoonist, is not quite as thrilled. After he publishes an unflattering cartoon of the reclusive billionaire, he's granted exclusive access to do an in-depth piece on the person nobody's heard from in the last ten years.

Reasons why I love it: The contrast between the waking world and their shared dreamscape is so good! A secret identity can truly work wonders, ey? I love how they slowly but surely grow closer as Steve figures out who Tony really is, and I especially enjoyed the dialogue in the elevator. Defintely check this one out if you haven't yet, it's wonderful!

You Take My Breath Away by jellybeanforest

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: E Words: 8,652 Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Hate Sex, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Tony had watched his mother wither away from the flowers growing in her lungs. Though he is uncertain whether Howard was the reason, he never forgave him for prioritizing the search for Captain America over his mother’s life. He vowed never to fall to the same illness, to never take even a passing interest in his father’s all-consuming obsession. He fails on both accounts.

Reasons why I love it: I've always loved Hanahaki fics, and this one is a fantastic version of the trope. It's heartbreaking to see how hard Steve is trying to get closer to Tony while Tony is utterly convinced that his only chance of survival is to eradicate all love between them. The angst is amazing, the resolution is almost funny with how passive-aggressive they both are, and I love the hopeful ending. This fic is great, and you should definitely read it!

[cattordi]

bye bye

a/n: bye bye american pie. BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS KINDA: the beginning credits had me sobbing. NOT SPOILERS: and i feel like 40’s chris had a dom side or maybe a sub side A FUCKING SWITCH.

summary steve is about to be shipped off and never told you about it….

pairing 40’s!steve rogers x 40’s!reader

warning smut 18+ minors dni, oral (f receiving) light breeding kink, arguing, fluff, no protection(wrap it before u tap it.) angst, language, squirting, orgasm denial/control blah blah etc. (i think that’s it.) not proofread duh

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“how’s my favorite girl doing?” steve says as he wanders into his room where you had been sitting waiting for him to get home. “when the hell were you gonna tell me steve?” you ask and your voice breaks.

he turns to look at you and immediately sees the ripped up deployment envelope on his bed, in front of you. “y/n.” he begins but you cut him off.

“no, when the hell were you gonna tell me? or was i never going to know? steve, i can’t believe you. this is the lowest of low.” you say and he stares at you in disbelief. you stand up and walk towards the wardrobe with your clothes in them but steve grabs your arms and jerks you to look at him.

“if you would listen for a goddamn minute, you’d know i was gonna tell you today. why’d you even open my mail anyways? he says and raises his voice slights.

“you were gonna tell me the day before you fucking left! and you ask me why i opened your mail? what kind of question?” you yell and once again steve stares at you in disbelief. “i’m leaving. have fun wherever the hell you’re going with peggy fucking carter. and i opened your mail because your name wasn’t on it and i was never informed that you were going anywhere.”

as soon as steve hears peggys names, a flip switches. “you’ve never been jealous before! what happened now?” he yells and you immediately turn around screaming at him.

“because you give her more attention than me and ive been with you before you became captain fucking america! i understand you were gonna get shipped off sooner of later but you didn’t tell me. don’t turn this on me!” you yell and steve grabs you by the face, roughly. “don’t talk to me like that ever again or i swear you won’t be able to walk again. and i don’t give her attention y/n. i’ve been avoiding her and refusing to be around her for the past month for you. literally rejecting her because i wanna be with a you.” he begins and you gasp slightly.

“even though this past month you’ve been so bratty and responsive. i didn’t wanna tell you because no matter what, i’d have too leave you and i don’t fucking want that. now stop acting like a brat strip, and get on the damn bed. and for this one time can you not say something back because you’re already in for it.”

you huff a bit when he lets your face go, but begin to unbutton your dress, slowly. steve watches you intently, “if you go any slower i’m gonna be shipped off. you’re all bark no bite.” he growls and you speed up. shagging your dress off and pulling your panties to the side.

you didn’t even notice that steve’s shirt had been discarded somewhere within his room. he pushes you onto you back, while pulling your legs open. you feel your arousal slide down your leg and chris notices quickly, “i haven’t even touched you. don’t cum. and i wanna hear you screaming and apologizing for yelling at me until i let you cum.”

you squeak out a “okay.” before steve dives in between your legs. just his hot breath on your heat makes you moan. his tongue rolls around your clit forcing you to buck your hips for more. “i’m sorry steve.” you mumble but can barely get the words out.

soon, your moans fill the room and you forget that he wants you to apologize. “i’m- im sorry. can i cum? can i cum please?” you yell and you’re pretty sure through the thin walls, steves neighbor can hear. he slips two fingers into you and continuously graze your g-spot.

his tongue flips through your folds like a book, and over your clit even more making your orgasm hard to contain. “i’m sorry steve. please let me cum. i can’t. i’m so sorry.” you gasp out and can feel steve grin in satisfaction. “i won’t yell at you again. just please let me cum!” you yell and the three letter word sends you over the edge.

“cum.” and you do. your orgasm comes so hard you don’t even realize you squirted on steve’s bare chest. “fuck” he cursed out and you slowly open your eyes. your jaw drops and a string of apologies fly out your mouth. “shut up… that was the most attractive thing i’ve ever seen.” he says and he looks so fucked out of his mind.

in one swift move, he flips you onto your back. and you can hear his belt jingling. once his belt is off and his pants are discarded, he pulls you up to his chest. “be a good girl.” he mumbles and before you can respond his whole length is shoved into you. a gasp and moan rip through you at the same time.

he pushes you back down, not forgetting to pull your hair so your back is arched though. “y/n, you feel so good around me. God-“ he moans out and even though you didn’t think you could get more turned on you did.

the sounds of skin slapping and mixed moans is music to both you and steve’s ears. “can i cum?” you ask in between moans. steve pulls you back up, hand flying to your clit. “cum. cum all over my dick and claim me.” he mumbles and another orgasm washes over you. a coil in the pit of your stomach snaps, which feels so good.

“you feel so good around me baby.” he whispers in your ear before gently kissing your neck. “i want you to cum again.” he mumbles but your second orgasm had already been building up.

you cum again, this time being better than the last. you squirt on steve’s dick and the moan he releases has you feral. “God, i’m gonna fill you up. have you full of my cum before i leave? maybe i’ll leave and come back with a baby?” he groans and you moan at his words.

his hip still a bit as they slow but they still snap into your ass hard. white ropes of cum filling your walls and you can feel all of it. when he fill you up, he doesn’t pull out. pushing you onto the beed, he mutters“keep it in.” and it sounds like a warning. he pulls out slowly, noticing how swollen your pussy is.

“you’re so perfect.” he says and rubs his finger over your clit. you jolt away and he pouts, “too much? are you too sensitive?” he whispers and you roll onto your back while nodding.

he grabs a blanket and drapes it over your shoulders. before pulling you into his lap. “i’m sorry for yelling. i should’ve told you sooner but i just didn’t wanna because i don’t wanna leave you.” he whispers and kisses the top of your head.

“it’s okay. i overreacted so much, im just scared you’re not gonna come back. i need you.”

[lokislastlove]

Rural Rivalry (Clark Kent x Reader x Bucky Barnes) p2

Summary: Moving back home is made tolerable when you start dating you old grade school crush, but tensions build between him and your childhood best friend.

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON, smut, fingering, rough sex, spanking, (some others but ya know… spoilers 🤫)

Note: This was the first thing I ever wrote, and I decided to go back and edit the hell out of it because it was BAD 😬. I feel a bit better about it now so I figured I’d post it. Fuck it. THIS IS A DARK FIC! Mind the warnings y’all. 😘

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Chapter 2:

Holding your breath, you rub down the popcorn machine with water and a bit of vinegar. The pungent fumes wafting into your nose as you bend over to make sure it is pristine. You love working at the small town theater with Wanda and Steve, not only is it great working with your friends, but jobs are hard to find around here.

Steve’s family owns the theater but with his fathers passing and his mothers failing health, Steve has taken over most of the responsibilities. He claims that with all the extra work he has on the management side he could use an extra pair of hands, and you couldn’t be more grateful. The job isn’t glamorous, but it’s familiar due to it being your summer job in high school.

The place hasn’t changed, but nothing ever does here. Still has the same dated patterned carpets, and paneled walls with antique sconces. The Rogers family takes pride in maintaining the old school charm of their theater, much like the rest of the town, unwilling to change. Which is why you are saving every paycheck until you have enough to move to the city.

“Hey, you gonna be ok if I head out for the day? Steve said he’d come cover for me but that probably won’t be for another hour or so,” Wanda frets as she leans on the counter, nervously fiddling with her purse strap.

She has been off all morning and reluctant to talk about it. Assuming she probably had a hangover from the plethora of drinks at the bonfire, you try not to press too hard for an explanation.

“Yeah of course. You sure you’re ok?” You toss the dirty cloth in the bucket and turn to look at her.

“Yeah … yeah. I’m just feeling a little sick I think. Nothing a little Netflix and hot cocoa can’t fix.” Wanda lets out a low fake laugh. You watch as she glances nervously at the front door for the third time since you started talking and you tilt your head at her.

“If you’re so eager to get away from me I won’t stop you,” you kid with a smirk as she finally meets your eye.

“I’m not!” She squeaks defensively, but her worry dissipates as she takes in your teasing face. “I’m sorry. I just can’t be–“

The metallic scratch of the door sliding across the frame makes you both pause and look over at the large shadow taking up the entire doorway. It only takes you a moment to recognize the burly muscular shoulders and chest, barely contained in a tight white shirt.

“Hey, Clark! What are you doing here? I thought Saturdays were coaching days?” You questioned as he stands there holding the door open.

A knowing grin grows on his face as a rush of middle school boys bust through the door not a second later, all chattering loudly.

“Little field trip. Decided to do something different today since it looks like it’s gonna rain here soon,” Clark saunters over to the counter as the kids all rush to grab at the candy display.

Clark has coached the local kids baseball team for years, it’s always one of his most endearing qualities and makes all the girls in town swoon. Right as Clark reaches the counter you realize Wanda is gone. She must have hurried out the back door, possibly trying to avoid some unknown awkwardness with Clark.

“You look surprised to see us,” he chuckles. “I figured Steve would have told you we were coming, I texted him about it earlier.”

“No he didn’t but lucky for you guys, you get the whole theater to yourself!” You smile brightly at the group of young boys.

After the movie starts, you grab the broom and dust pan to rid the floor of the popcorn the team scattered across the lobby in their haste to get to their seats. The lobby is quiet except for the scratch of the bristles along the floor and the muffled voices from the movie behind the heavy doors.

The soft thud of heavy footfalls reach your ears too late as one thick arm wraps around your middle and another is held securely over your mouth, silencing your shocked scream. They lean back lifting your feet off the ground and you kick wildly as you start to panic.

“Gotcha girly,” a deep voice chuckles in your ear.

The large hand over the lower half of your face prevents you from turning to see theirs, but the strong musk of sweat, car grease, and pine gives them away. You make your body go limp as you lick the offending hand still over your mouth.

“Ick, I wouldn’t lick that, you have no idea where it’s been,” Clark teases, releasing your face while continuing to hold you off the ground.

“Ugh, gross! Clark you scared the hell out of me,” you laugh as he swings you back and forth in the air before finally placing you gently on the ground.

Spinning to look at him, you throw out a half hearted punch to his rock hard stomach, immediately regretting it and pulling your hand back with a hiss. He smiles at your playful hit and raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I feel like I don’t see you anymore,” he pouts. “And the bonfire doesn’t really count, we were both … distracted,” he argues, cutting off your retort.

“Oh, so my boyfriend is a distraction now? I suppose that’s better than boy toy,” you guffaw.

“Ha, well regardless he’s been hogging all your free time. Which I think is unfair since you were mine first,” he points his long finger in your face squinting at you, just daring you to deny it.

You laugh at his serious expression and pretend to bite his finger. His eyes darken slightly but you don’t notice as you turn to go put the broom back. He follows and hops up on the counter watching you wander around the lobby trying to find things to keep you busy.

“So… I actually wanted to ask about what happened between you and Wanda last night,” you ask curiously.

“Why? Jealous someone else got my attention?”

“Ha Ha. You’re so funny,” you quip as he smirks. “No. I just feel like she’s been acting a bit off and I am worried about her. Did something happen?” His face falls but his eyes never waver from you.

“I don’t know. We talked… well more like she talked a lot at the bonfire. Once you guys left I offered her a ride home, she was pretty drunk by then. She tried to kiss me and I told her no. I’m not about to take advantage of a girl in that state,” he shrugs casually.

“Always such a gentleman” you tease with a sweet smile. “She must just be embarrassed about getting so drunk and hitting on you. Maybe you can message her and check in? Just so she knows there is no hard feelings?” You bring your hands together as you beg, putting on your sweetest smile and batting your lashes.

“You know I can’t say no to you, Sugar,” he yields.

“I know. That’s what I love most about you,” you wink.

—

You gingerly climb up the squeaky steps to Wandas apartment over her parents garage, trying not to drop the soup and giant cookie balancing in your hand. You figure you’ll have an easier time getting her to talk if you bribe her with food. You lightly knock on the door before letting yourself inside. The smell of freshly baked apple pie floods your nose as you toss your purse down on the floor and slip off your shoes.

“Hey girl. Oh. My. God. Please tell me that’s Aunt May’s special soup!” Wanda exclaims tripping over furniture in her rush to take it from you.

Wandas apartment has always been one of your favorite places. There is a tiny kitchen in the far corner with white cabinets and copper cookware hanging over a small island. She painted the walls a soft rose pink color that compliments the crazy floral hand-me-down furniture. The beautiful hard wood floor decorated with fluffy shag carpets that match the textured pillows and blankets everywhere. The small bedroom tucked away in the corner adjacent to the kitchen hides an even tinier bathroom. This apartment is one of the few places you’ll miss when you move away, it always feels like a safe place, exactly how Wanda makes you feel.

“Yes I picked up your super special soup from the market and your favorite obnoxiously large cookie,” you laugh at her adorable giddy expression as she takes both with a squeal.

“You sure know how to spoil a girl,” Wanda replies before stopping and turning to face you slowly with a quirked brow. “What do you want?” Her eyes narrow in suspicion.

You let out a laugh and raise your hands in submission. “Hey I’m just here concerned about a friend,” you pause as you go to cuddle up on the couch with the abundance of fuzzy pillows before you continue. “… and possibly convince you to talk about what happened with Clark,” you hastily say the last part before raising a pillow in front of you to block the spoon flying at your face.

“HEY! That could have done damage,” you both laugh as Wanda pulls another spoon from the drawer and comes to join you in the living room cradling her soup.

Wanda sighs before finally speaking, “I make no promises.”

Her smile falters, apprehension in her eyes when she looks at you, and it breaks your heart. You thought you two were close enough that she wouldn’t be embarrassed about something like this.

“You are adorable and while I hate that it didn’t go how you wanted, Clark was just trying to do the right thing. Men are just shit at communication.” You reach out and squeeze her knee, trying to get her to look at you again and when she does you smile, “now I don’t want to hear any more nonsense about cutting back on booze.”

A real laugh finally bubbles out of her as you give her knee a shake and walk to the kitchen to crack open a bottle of wine.

Wanda cheers up after a few minutes and a large glass of wine. You put on some trashy tv shows and chat. After a couple episodes the bottle lay empty and Wandas eyes start to droop, you figured it’s time to text Bucky for a ride. You just finish cleaning up the living room when you hear a honk outside. Wanda walks you to the door and pulls you into a tight hug.

“Thank you for coming over tonight, I needed this,” she admits, waving at Bucky in the car.

You get about three steps down before she stops you, “oh, and… just let me know if Clark does or says anything weird. Ok?”

You look up at her confused, “Like what?”

“I don’t know… just forget it, I’m drunk.” Wanda waves it off, laughing awkwardly. Worry flits across her face once more and she mutters a goodnight, closing the door quickly.

“You coming, darlin’?” Bucky yells from the car breaking you from your thoughts.

—

Bucky’s silence mirrors your own as you sit mindlessly tracing your fingers along his hand resting on your thigh. You don’t notice the tension in his face as your mind returns to Wandas strange warning. Was it a warning? Why is Wanda acting so nervous around you? Are you missing something?

“So, how was your day?” Bucky squeezed your thigh to get your attention.

“Oh, just the usual. Missed having Wanda with me - Steve gets so bossy sometimes. But she said she should be in tomorrow, so that’s good.”

“She didn’t look sick,” he notes with a quirk of his brow.

“Yeah I didn’t think so either. But I have a feeling this was more of the ‘mental health’ day. Those are important too ya know.”

“She didn’t tell you why she ran off then?” Bucky asks.

You hesitate, wondering if Wanda and Clark’s messy date is something you have a right to share. You take in Bucky’s serious expression and decide on something vague, “just recovering from the bonfire, I guess”.

“She did have a bit more than usual last night. Probably something wonder-boys fault,” Bucky grumbles and you bite back your urge to argue.

You’re sorry Wanda is embarrassed but you can’t see how not taking advantage of a drunk woman makes him a bad guy. Clark was trying to be a gentleman, just like you know him to be.

Bucky’s hand slips up your thigh a bit further after he turns the key in the ignition, silencing the roar of the engine. You squeeze your thighs together pinning his hand in place and roll your hips teasingly. Biting your lip and letting out a little moan when his fingers press against your clit, the friction from your jeans sparking your arousal.

“Let’s get you inside, darlin’. You look all wound up,” he breaths into your neck as he slowly slides his hand from between your legs, tickling across the bare skin under your shirt.

His fingers dip under the button of your jeans and still, the anticipation has you to holding your breath. Your hips jut out desperate for more of his tantalizing touches before he abruptly pulls his hand out and unlocks your seatbelt with a quick click. He gives you a cocky smirk before jumping out of the car and you scowl after him as he walks off to his front door.

The door is barely open before you jump on his back and wrap your legs around his waist. His arms automatically clinging to your legs to hold you up while you attack his neck with kisses and drag your teeth across the sweet spot at the base of his neck and shoulder. Pushing your hands along his chest you feel his perfectly sculpted pectorals, giving them a playful squeeze as you hum in appreciation.

“It’s not very nice to tease a lady like that,” you growl in his ear before nipping his earlobe until he grunts and jerks his head away.

His pupils widen as tilts his head to see you out of the corner of his eye, “Lady huh?” He suddenly twirls you around him, cradling your ass in his steady grip, your legs still pinned to his hips.

He walks you backwards, staring at you with a heat in his eyes. You try to smother your excited smile, and gasping when your back hits the flat wall roughly. His left hand snakes up the side of your body until it reaches your collar where he promptly rips down your shirt and bra, exposing one of your breasts.

His eyes flick down to take in your heaving chest before he looks you in the eye again, “all I see is a dirty little slut.”

You whimper at the dirty talk, body yielding instantly to his demanding ministrations. He tears your shirt and bra over your head as he pins you to the wall with his hips, your legs squeezing to help keep you from falling. You reach down to try to take his shirt off too but he growls and rip as you off the wall, carrying you down the hallway while your arms lock around his neck. You manage to drag your teeth across that spot that drives him crazy before he drops you without warning, admiring the way your tits bounce when you hit the firm mattress.

“You are mine,” he growls dangerously as he slowly removes his belt.

He grips the leather firmly in his hand and raises a single brow, the corner of his mouth twitching as he notices your breath hitch. To your surprising disappointment, he drops it to the floor with a loud clank.

“Yes,” you breathe out once you notice his expectant glare.

He smirks, satisfied as he flicks his button open and unzips his jeans extra slow. Your eyes are drawn to his actions and you bite your lip seeing the bulge that threatens to burst out. You can’t help but bring your hands up to the waist of his pants, trying to pull them down but he smacks you away harshly.

“No touching, unless I say so,” Bucky scolds you and you drop your hands with a huff.

“Please, Bucky. Let me see you,” you beg once again bringing your hands up to slide your fingers up his shirt.

With a frustrated growl he grabs your wrists and spins you, tossing you back on the bed faced down. He places a firm hand on your back to keep you from moving while his other rips your pants and underwear down, leaving them bunched around your ankles.

His hot breath hits your neck as he leans over you, “are you sure it’s me you want to see? And not your friend, Clark?”

“W-what?” You sputter in shock and confusion.

“I heard he came to visit you at work while you were all alone. Why didn’t you tell me? Did you do something you shouldn’t have?” He hisses in your ear, the anger in his voice making you shudder.

“No. Of course not,” you say perplexed.

“Liar. I think you want him just as much as he wants you,” he snarls, his scruffy beard scratching your ear uncomfortably.

“Bucky this isn’t funny. I didn’t do anything,” you grunt out, arousal fading to anger at his accusations. “You are hurting me,” you whine as he adds more of his weight to keep you still.

“So you won’t even try to deny it. You do want to fuck him.”

He grabs your wrists and easily holds them to your lower back with a single hand. You try to pull them free but he tightens his grip until you think your wrist might pop.

“No! He’s like my brother! Bucky you are taking this too far. Please, stop,” you beg thickly, tears heating your eyes.

Bucky leans back, studying you for a moment as he keeps you restrained. His free hand gently smooths over your cheek and he hushes you, “it’s ok baby. I believe you. But you should have told me. You’re mine, and I don’t like other people touching what’s mine,” his voice is soft but firm, like he’s scolding a child.

You stay quiet, not wanting to piss him off more by saying the wrong thing. Before, his jealousy just lead to some very hot rough sex, but it had never escalated beyond that. It had never been frightening. You hadn’t realized your body was shaking until he drags his hand down your naked body as he continues to shush you, trying to calm you like some nervous animal.

“I think five is a good place to start, just to remind you what happens when you keep secrets from me,” Bucky utters softly.

“Five?... Wh-,” you start to ask before your scream steals your breath away.

Bucky’s hand leaves a burning sting to your right ass cheek as he lifts it once again, pausing until you catch your breath. You struggle between sobs as you try to pull free and he shifts so that his knees press into the back of your legs, pinning you against the bed.

“Come on darlin’ I know you can take it” Bucky coos as he lands another agonizing smack to the other cheek.

In the past, spankings were sexy and fun, just hard enough to heighten your senses, but these were purposefully cruel. By the time he finishes all five, your eyes are red and swollen from the tears.

He takes his time between each one, making it all the more unbearable and hums in satisfaction as he let his fingers tickle over the hot discolored skin. The soft touches are a relief and a distraction from the pain, but you are too terrified to notice.

“God, that’s so sexy,” Bucky groans, ignorant of the scowl you throw at him over your shoulder as he finally releases your hands.

You push up off the bed trying to stand but your pants, still wrapped around your legs, have you stumbling right into Bucky’s awaiting arms. Pulling you flush against him, he takes in your tear stained face and the way your naked breasts press against his shirt.

“You are so beautiful when you cry,” he praises.

You stare back at him, too shocked to know what to say or do. Anger tells you to slap him and storm out of the house, but your fear cements your feet to the ground.

Taking advantage of your trepidation, Bucky presses his lips to yours for a bruising kiss. Nipping at your lips and forcing his tongue into your mouth. You weakly try to pull away but he pushes you back into the bed, drawing out a pained hiss as your brutalized cheeks hit the scratchy comforter.

He barely gives you room to breathe as his hands roam over your body, with extra attention on your breasts and hips. His fingers dig into the back of your neck as he presses his forehead to yours, his other hand slipping between you as he pulls out his leaking cock and drags it through your folds. You choke out a sob as he slips into your shamefully wet cunt.

“God. Yes. You are so perfect baby. No one else will touch you. This sweet tight cunt is all for me,” Bucky groans, hot breath fanning over your face as his grip tightens on your neck.

“Say it,” he growls with a shake of your head as he slowly moves in you.

“I – I…” you stutter, overwhelmed by all the conflicting emotions and sensations.

“Say. It.” He demands as he grips your hair and tugs sharply. His eyes bore into yours, the blue almost completely gone.

“I’m yours, Bucky,” you whimper pathetically.

You barely recognize yourself, unsure if you actually mean what you are saying, if it’s just the rush of hormones, or possibly self-preservation. Though, your body responds so naturally to his, hands seeking out places he knows makes you weak for him. Spots that make you crave him.

Your anger and fear start to fuel a growing tide within you, his practiced thrusts and tantalizing caresses building you higher than ever. All thoughts beyond your climax fall away and you clench around him, making him groan loudly.

A light sweat starts to break out over your skin as he picks up his pace. Releasing your head, he cages you in with his arms as he starts to pound into you, expression twisting in a focused rage. One hand slides down between your breasts and settles on your hip, anchoring himself to you as his face grows wilder.

“Should I let you come? Are you going to be a good girl for me from now on?” He grunts meanly, hand trailing toward your clit teasingly and pausing just above as he waits for your response.

“Yes! I promise, I will be good. Just – please, Bucky.”

Your mind is so besotted with pleasure and pain you almost feel drunk, as though getting that release might sober you out of this twisted night. But first you need that orgasm, you can decide later if it this will be the last time he is the one to give it to you.

“Oh darlin, I think I still need some convincing,” he chuckles, rolling you back to your stomach.

You scream as he grabs a tender cheek in each hand and squeezes, your fingers digging into the comforter as you try to scramble away from the blinding pain. Bucky laughs darkly, pulling you back until your ass bounces against his pelvis. You whimper as your climax slips away with every second he toys with you.

The familiar clank of his belt buckle causes you to snap your face back to Bucky. He grabs your arms and pulls them back as he wraps the belt around your elbows, causing your back to arch and your chest to stick out obscenely. With your face buried in the comforter, muffling your pleas, he begins dragging his nails down your bent arms.

“Beautiful,” he sighs.

Unable to resist one more light smack to your ass, he shoves himself back inside your still throbbing cunt, moaning at the depth he can reach with this new angle. Bucky goes straight back into his hard fast strokes, balls slapping your clit rapidly and pounding that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. Your climax approaches even quicker and you let it build, enjoying the pleasure.

“Let’s finish together, baby. Come for me now,” he demands through ragged breaths.

He shoves his hand beneath you finding your engorged clit and rubs hard circles until he triggers your release. You come undone, shaking and breathless, your whole body clenching around his pulsing dick. Your head is foggy and your body feels like jello, hardly noticing Bucky’s fractured groans as he finishes inside of you.

Heavy breaths fill the room as you regain your senses and he let’s out a deep sigh as his softening dick slips from you. You go to push yourself up but your arms are still restrained causing you to make small noises of protest. Another dark chuckle and Bucky slowly frees you, rubbing your arms gently where the belt had dug into your skin, leaving red lines on your arms.

“You have no idea how sexy you look right now. All marked up for me,” Bucky bites his lip as he lets his fingertips trace lightly over your ass.

You shy away from his touches, scrambling to sit up and gain some distance from him. As the lustful cloud starts to clear the shame, humiliation and hurt descends.

“It hurts,” you say quietly, seeing his eyes flash dangerously. “I – I wasn’t expecting it to be that rough.”

Bucky’s eyes soften, “I did go a little hard, didn’t I?” He lowers his eyes with a frown, brushing his hair back, “I’m sorry, darlin’. I didn’t mean to go so far. I guess I started seeing red after Steve told me you had been stuck with Clark all afternoon,” he explains, jaw ticking in frustration. “If you had just been honest with me I might not have gotten so carried away.”

You hide your scoff, as if you did anything to merit that level of hostility. Naked and still vulnerable, you drag a pillow in front of you and cradle it to your chest as you realized you are going to have to make some hard choices. Do you prioritize your relationship or your childhood friendship? After a heavy silence you gather the courage to speak softly.

“Nothing happened with Clark. I need you to try to start trusting me Bucky. I love you and I want to be with you, but you can’t treat me like that again. Okay? You scared me.” Struggling to maintain eye contact, unsure if he will go off again, you cling tightly to the pillow.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes, voice low with genuine remorse. “I love you too. So much I think it drives me a little crazy sometimes.”

“I know,” you sigh, relaxing your grip.

Maybe he did just get carried away. We all have moments where we lash out and lose ourselves a bit, right? But the way he held you down… the anger in his voice. He didn’t even hear your cries to stop, or he didn’t care.

You lay down, still clutching the pillow as wave of exhaustion settles over you in the wake of that physical and emotional whirlwind. Bucky is quick to lay with you, his hot chest warming your back as he cuddles you close, placing a soft peck to your shoulder.

[kaunis-sielu]

Fire Dogs: 3

When you get home Sam is asleep on the couch and Cooper is waiting at the door.

“Sam,” Steve says and Sam wakes with a start, alert and ready to go, “Go to bed. We got her.” Sam shakes his head then stands and stretches.

“You alright Fawn?”

“I will be, just a bit bruised.” You give him a small smile and he returns it then heads upstairs.

“Glad you’re okay.” He says before he disappears down the hallway.

“Thanks Sam!” You call then Steve’s hand brushes the back of your arm.

“Let’s get a look at your ribs and shoulder.” He suggests you can feel the flicker of an Alpha command but it’s like he’s aware of it so he makes sure he makes it a suggestion.

“You don’t want to shower first?”

“Not really if that’s alright with you. I’d rather make sure you’re okay.”

“Alright, what first?”

“Ribs. Cuz Buck didn’t check.” You sigh softly before taking the edge of your shirt in your hands. You take a deep breath, do your best to hide the wince, then lift the shirt to just under your bra. Steve lets out a low whistle, “Oh Honey.” He breathes and you can’t help but notice that’s the second time he’s called you that. “That’s gotta hurt. I’m gonna put some pressure on a few different places okay? I want you to give me a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst, how bad it hurts.”

“Okay.” He gently feels your ribs, the highest he gets on the pain scale is a six.

“I’m fairly confident none are broken but if the pain escalates you let one of us know immediately okay?”

“I will.”

“Good girl,” he mutters before reaching for the blanket you keep on the couch, “Shoulder now, it’ll probably be easier to take your shirt off and wrap yourself in the blanket.” He turns away and you go to peel yourself out of your shirt but it hurts like hell to try and get it off.

“Steve I can’t.” You grumble finally admitting defeat.

“Can’t?”

“I can’t get my shirt off without hurting myself. I need help.”

“Oh, okay.” He turns around and helps ease you out of your tee shirt, thankfully it’s not terribly painful but it is a little awkward to be standing in front of him in just your bra and shorts. “Blanket?” He offers you your blanket again.

“Thanks.” He nods, when you wince again as you attempt to wrap the blanket around you he frowns slightly. Again Steve takes the blanket from your hands and wraps it around you. He’s so close to you that you can smell the smoke on him stronger than his scent.

“Ready?”

“I guess. Same pain scale?” He nods then gently starts to touch around your already bruising shoulder. He gets a seven and a half on this one, right where the branch had hit you.

“How does the head feel?”

“I mean I have a headache, and I’m pretty sure I was unconscious for a while but for having a branch fall on me I’m doing alright.”

“I would really like it if you went to the ER.” He says gently, “You want help getting your shirt back on?”

“No, I’m just going to put on my pajamas and ice my shoulder.”

“You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?”

“Do you honestly think that I need to? Bucky said I didn’t have a concussion. He said I was fine.”

“You went unconscious though. Something you failed to mention.” He frowns down at you, you smile sweetly up at him.

“I’m pretty sure I did.”

“Fawn.” Steve groans dropping his head back in frustration. You bite your lip, you really just, you don’t want to go. His eyes meet yours again and after he searches your face for a second his face softens. “What is it that you’re not telling me?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” You lie as you turn to go upstairs but a sudden gentle tug on the back of your blanket pulls you to a stop.

“Honey, I can practically taste the anxiety on you.” He says softly, “are you scared?” You shake your head no, “is it the cost?” Again a no, “Please, let me help?” He soothes, his scent rolls over you and you can feel yourself relaxing.

“I’m,” you drop your head, “it’s my ex. He runs the ER and even if he isn’t there he usually shows up while I’m there.” You admit softly.

“You don’t have to go alone, I’ll stay with you.”

“They’ll ask you to leave. My friend Scott tried that when I broke my wrist.”

“The only one who will get me to leave is you. I promise.”

“Fine,” you relent, “Can you help me get my shirt back on?”

Steve helps you get your shirt back on then you convince him to take a shower. You can wait, you ice your shoulder while he’s in the shower. He comes down in a pair of jeans, a blue plaid shirt that’s rolled up to the elbows and a pair of black boots. Good lord he’s handsome, you grab your purse and Cooper’s leash then follow Steve out the door. Cooper hops in the back and you buckle him in then go to the front seat. When you pull up to the hospital Cooper shoves his head under your arm and you absentmindedly pet him.

“You ready Honey?” You like this new nickname he’s got for you. “Let me know if I can help soothe you okay?” You nod then take a deep breath and pop open your door. You take Cooper out of the back of then meet Steve at the back of the car. When you pause again Steve offers you his hand, when you look up at him he’s got that soft smile on his face again. You take the hand that he offers then head inside, his thumb brushes against your pulse point a couple times and you slow your breathing. It’s not until you’re in a room that you actually start to relax a little bit, but it’s not enough and Coop notices placing his head in your lap.

There’s a tap on your door and before you can say anything the door swings open,

“Well, well, well what did we do this time Grey?” His scent rolls into the room with him, it’s stale and causes your nose to wrinkle.

“She prefers Fawn.” Steve growls and Grant actually looks surprised.

“Who are you?” He asks puffing up his chest at the sight of a new Alpha.

“Captain Steve Rogers.”

“Oh, a firefighter. Thought you liked your men with a bit more brains then a firefighter. I’ll need you to step out Mr. Rogers.”

“No.” Steve says from where he’s leaning coolly against the wall. Cooper licks your fingers.

“Then at least be useful and get that dog out of my way.” Grant sneers taking a step toward you and Steve pops off of the wall,

“Fawn, do you want him to be your doctor?”

“No.”

“You heard the lady. She wants a different doctor. Get out.”

“You might think that you’re some big bad firefighter dude but you don’t get to boss me around.” Grant says standing to his full height, “I’m starting to think that my patient isn’t safe with you around.” Grant sneers and Cooper growls lowly, placing himself between you and Grant, something Steve absolutely notices.

“She’s not the one in danger from me.” You can feel the rage building between the two Alphas and Grant glares at him. “Unless Fawn says otherwise, both the dog and I are staying where we’re at.”

“You don’t get to threaten me in my own hospital.” Grant huffs, “Get. Out.” He punctuates each word with the jab of his finger into Steve’s chest. Steve sighs and when Grant goes to poke him again Steve catches his arm and twists it behind Grant’s back. “This is assault! Security!” He yells and Steve growls lowly.

“Technically you laid hands on me first so this is self-defense. Now, I’m going to politely ask you to get the fuck out and get Fawn another doctor. I’m also going to tell you that if you decide to try and make trouble for me or Fawn one of my best friends is Virginia Potts, New York Attorney General. She really likes knocking bullying Alphas off their pedestal, and the last doctor that went up against her lost his practice license and I think is still serving jail time.” You stare at Steve in amazement, he’s calm, but you can feel the Alpha rolling off of him and still has a firm grasp on Grant. He mutters something quietly to Grant that you can’t hear then Grant looks almost dazed, like Steve had just Alpha commanded him and he didn’t know what to do. Two security guards show up and thankfully one is someone who will actually believe you over Grant.

“Phil!” You breathe in relief.

“Fawn, what is going on here?”

“This is Steve, he’s one of the firefighters staying with me. Grant wouldn’t leave and let me have a different doctor even though I asked for a new one then he poked Steve in the chest and threatened him.”

“I did not! Get this fucker off me!” Grant snaps glaring over at you. “You’re a lying bitch of an Omega Grey.”

“I’m sorry, did I not make it clear you weren’t to call her that anymore?” Steve growls putting pressure on the arm he has behind Grant’s back. “Apologize.”

“Sorry.” Grant spits out and he almost looks surprised that he’s done it. It’s great to see him being bossed around like he used to do to you.

“Continue Fawn.” Phil says calmly, as he eyes the two Alphas in front of him.

“I asked Steve to stay, no matter what, and Grant told him to leave that’s when he poked Steve and threatened him after Steve defended himself.”

“Sir, please let go of Dr. Ward.” Phil says sounding bored, his partner a young woman, seems to be enjoying the drama. Steve let’s go of Grant who turns on Steve and takes a swing at him. One that Steve must have anticipated because he just takes a half step back and the hit goes wide. Both Phil and his partner grab Grant before he can try again and usher him out of your room. “I’ll send in May.” Phil says as they practically drag Grant away.

“Thank you.” You say quietly then Steve gently closes the door.

“I see now why you were so hesitant about coming.” Steve says before sitting down next to you in the second chair, he offers you a hand again and you take it, Coop’s head is back in your lap. “He was abusive wasn’t he?” No one has ever just straight up asked you that.

“Not physically,” you admit, “he’s the one that started the whole Grey nickname and all his friends just kinda ran with it.”

“Abuse isn’t just physical Honey. He Alpha commanded you a lot didn’t he?” You nod slowly before saying,

“I know abuse isn’t always physical. It’s just harder to admit when it’s not physical. People would say I was so lucky to be dating him, this hot, young, Alpha doctor. But no one could see what he was doing to my spirit. Nothing I ever did was good enough. My career was a hobby, I should be a nurse so we could work together. I spent too much time on my books. I spent too much time training and doing therapy with Cooper. Anything that took my attention away from him. He wanted a good little Omega who stayed home and served him. He wanted to mark me but I just couldn’t let him.”

“How did you get away?”

“Cooper actually.” You give the dog a couple of chin scratches, “He told me I had to choose, my dog or him and the choice was easy. People said I was stupid but I was just glad to be rid of him, as much as I could be in a town this size.”

“I’m proud of you.” You look at him in surprise, most people tell you that they’re sorry, “you got out and you’ve stayed out.” There’s a soft tap on the doorframe and after a moment Dr. May walks into your room.

“Hey, so what brings you in today?”

“Branch fell on me and knocked me unconscious. I got the okay from Bucky to go home but Steve wants to make sure I’m good.”

“I don’t think any of her ribs are broken but I’d like to be sure before anything happens. Our EMT cleared her for concussion but the fact that she went unconscious is concerning.”

“Ah, so that’s who Bucky is.” You nod, “I’m seeing some shoulder favoritism too?”

“Yea, it hit my shoulder first.”

“Okay, let’s get your shirt off so I can take a look, if you want Captain Rogers to leave I can help you.”

“He’s already seen it.” You tell her and he helps ease you out of your shirt again.

Melinda ends up ordering some x-rays for you. The only time Steve leaves your side is when she walks you to the x-ray room. She takes the time to make sure you feel safe.

“Honestly, he makes me feel so safe, I wouldn’t have come without him. Did Phil tell you what happened?”

“Yea,” she tells you with a smirk, “I wish he would’ve decked him.” You chuckle softly, “he’s crazy about you.”

“Who?” Oh god please don’t say Grant.

“Captain Rogers.”

“He’s also an Alpha, you know how I feel about Alphas.”

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