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No words. Literally- like it’s just so so good

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒

part iv - just like animals

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, major angst, extremely dark themes, a/b/o dynamic, daddy!kink, dubcon, dumbification, bullying, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, size kink, housewife kink, semi-public sex, pussyjob, oral (f receiving),  extreme depictions of bullying and depression, 18+ only, minors do not interact!  

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You begin to lose hope, and Steve begins to lose his mind.

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𝐀/𝐍: Another warning that the angsty content and certain themes in this chapter may be difficult to read. Warnings are there for a reason. Apart from that, thank you so much for being so patient. It took me more than 4 months to write this and it’s 22.2k words long. Enjoy.

Pregnant.

You stare so hard your vision blurs, until the two lines on the test are swimming around comically, almost as if they’re laughing at you. And then you’re blinking rapidly, because your eyes must be playing some kind of cruel trick, right? This can’t be real, this can’t be real, this can’t be real.

You’re pregnant. With Steve’s baby.

It’s with an almost detached silence that you get up and wrap all three tests in a big wad of toilet paper. Like you’re floating through the air, you stuff them under your shirt and make your way out of the room. With Steve still asleep, you venture downstairs and out the front door, the chilly morning air having no effect on you.

You bury the tests at the bottom of the garbage bin, like how you’re currently trying to bury all the emotions threatening to spill out of you. A baby. Inside you. Right at this moment. Steve’s baby. Your hand twitches, reaching up to touch your stomach before you stop yourself. What were you going to do now?

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Chapters are chronological

Please heed the individual warnings at the start of each chapter.

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snack and a show

summary: pregnancy is taking a larger toll on y/n as she comes closer to the birth of their first. thankfully, Steve’s good looks can help that! in the mafia steve universe

pairings: husband!mafia!steve rogers x pregnant!wife!reader

warnings: none!!!

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“Honey?” 

You pressed the button on the intercom, sat up on your bed, while your other hand rubbed your eight-month belly. 

“Doll, you all right?” Steve responds from his office. 

“I’m fine, there’s a leak in the bathroom sink. Can you come to fix it please?”

“I’ll call someone to fix it right now.”

“No!” You respond urgently. A little too urgent, so you level out your voice. “Can you fix it please?” 

“Can it wait? I’m in the middle of something.” 

He hates saying it, but he really needs to finish this.

“Please?” You pout, smiling at the sound of Bucky and Sam’s chuckles in the background. 

Steve sighs, cursing at the tight leash you have on him. “I’ll be up in a minute, honey.” 

“Can you also bring up the box of Oreos, the golden ones— or actually the lemon ones… Nevermind, could you bring both boxes?” 

You needed a snack for the show. 

“You know what the doctor said about sugar. I'll bring you a plate.” 

“But—“ 

“A plate.” He concludes the conversation there. 

“At least make sure they’re even.” You grumble. 

-

“Hi!” You sit up in glee at the sight of your suited husband with a plate of Oreos in his hand. You’ve barely seen him today, aside from him popping in to check on you from time to time. 

“Hi baby, how’s pea?” He stands next to your figure. 

He grips the back of your neck to place a kiss on your forehead, placing the cookies on the nightstand. 

“She’s alright. She was craving cookies,” you tell him. “Thank you for these.” You lean over to kiss him, but pull away repulsed. “Did you just chew gum?” 

“Yes, that’s why I kissed you on your forehead.”

Along with cravings, your taste buds and sense of smell took a complete turn. Steve made the decision to stop smoking for the baby (even though you had begged him for years prior, for his health). 

You had almost thrown up at the smell of cigarettes on him, before he quit. Promptly, smoking was no longer allowed in the house including his men and staff. 

Steve could no longer use half of the colognes he owned; Y/n couldn’t enjoy pickles on her sandwiches any more (the last time the chef forgot, she cried); and do not get Steve started on her new cravings for Oreos. The house had to be stocked at all times. 

“You should’ve warned me,” you mutter, shoving a cookie in your mouth to wash the taste out. 

He smiles at how endearing you are. 

“Where’s the leak?” 

“Oh! I’ll show you,”

You hold his helping hand with one hand, holding the plate in your other. You stop in the doorway of the spacious, luxurious bathroom. Not wanting to get the bathroom air on your cookies. 

“It’s your sink.” 

Steve kneels in front of the cabinet, seeing there, in fact, is a leak. He stands, making his way to his closet to retrieve his toolbox. He slides off his coat, handing it to you, which you place on the bed. 

“You might need to take off your shirt,” you offer the advice nonchalantly, nibbling on a cookie. 

Gotcha. Steve thinks.

“Do I?” Steve responds, looking up at you from his spot on the ground. Laid back as he examines the pipes. 

You hum your response. 

He can’t resist. In all honesty, he thinks it’s so fucking cute that you’ve come up with this whole charade so you can eye fuck him from afar. 

Nonetheless, Steve sits up, unbuttoning his gray dress shirt while keeping his eyes on you. You're filled with glee at the sight, but try and play it cool. But it all goes to hell when he keeps his wife-beater on. 

As punishment, Steve thinks to himself. You know better than to pull him away from work when it isn’t urgent. 

“You don’t want to get your undershirt dirty, honey. You should probably take it off so it doesn’t.” 

You want to see his happy trail, your wedding date in black ink over his heart, the valleys between each six-pack, and the hickey you left on his pelvis last night. 

He brushes it off. “It’s nothing money can't buy,” he sends a smirk as he leans back. 

He grabs the wrench;his arm tenses and bulges as he twists and twists. His undershirt lifting and dropping in result, just giving you a small peek of that hickey. 

You stand against the doorway and ogle shamelessly at your husband, stuffing cookie after cookie in your mouth. 

He fixes the sink, no problem. You love the way he does it so confidently, never unsure of anything he does. He doesn’t second-guess himself and always picks the right tool the first time. It’s hot. 

The need to groan in agony when he stands up, washes his hands, and makes his way to you. 

He cups the side of your throat gently, “The sink is fixed, is there anything else you need before I leave, Princess.” 

“Nope! Just a kiss and then I’m all good!” You reply, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“You sure?” He questions, the mint taste is gone from his mouth, but he doesn’t know if you’re really willing to take the chance again. 

“Yep, I’m gonna hold my breath” 

“That’s great for a man’s ego,” Steve chuckles and rolls his eyes before leaning down to give you a chaste kiss. After, he takes the empty plate from your grasp and wipes the crumbs from the corner of your mouth. 

He gently grips your chin, “And no more sugar,” he reminds you as if he was a school teacher. Then makes his way to his closet. He re-dresses and makes way to his office.

-

Almost an hour passes by when the intercom in Steve’s office goes off again. The three men stop, awaiting the voice. 

“Steve?” your quivering voice enters the room. 

“Baby? You alright?”

“No! My belly is fucking huge and I can’t see anything past my belly button,” you protest, voice clear, until he hears you sniffle. “I can’t reach my toes and I’m trying to paint them, can you please help me?” 

Steve looks from the intercom, then to the good deal of shit he has to get done. 

“I’ll be up in a second.”

And when his finger lifts from the intercom.

“Steve, I love y/n, but can we please get this done first,” chimes in Bucky. 

“Seriously. We have to get this done by tonight, Y/n will understand” Sam adds. 

Steve is already on his feet, “I’ll be back, assholes. Continue until I am, it won’t take long.”

“Hey! Pick blue, it’ll match your eyes perfectly,” Sam jeststo Steve’s retreating figure. The two morons laugh in glee at Sam’s joke. High fiving at the end. 

They’re lucky they are who they are. But like they said, they love his wife just as much as he does. They'd do anything to protect her and saw her as family. 

They just liked giving him a hard time. 

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“Doll?” Steve knocks on the door before entering. He sees you sitting in the middle of the bed. Her eyes are puffy and glazed over. “Aw, my poor girl.” He dotes, smiling sadly. 

He sits next to her in an instant: one arm wrapped around her waist while the other rubs the cusp of her belly, and he kisses the side of her face. 

“You only have three more weeks left, then we’ll have our little Mila with us.” 

You drop your head onto Steve’s shoulder, releasing a breath of frustration. 

“I know…but I’m getting so frustrated lately. Is it bad that I can’t wait for this part to be over. I can’t wait to tie my own shoes or shave my vagina without your help”

Steve snickers at the last part. You may have hated feeling helpless but that was one of his many perks. 

“It’s not a bad thought, doll,” he continues to caress your stomach. 

“Will you help me, please?” You hold up the baby blue and a top coat nail polish bottle. 

“Of course, baby.” He takes the two bottles. “How about we go sit on the couch.” 

You agree. Now the two of you are comfortably positioned on the couch at the end of your bed. Steve is sitting forward, your feet on his lap. You’re sitting parallel to the couch, back against the arm rest.  

Steve turns on your favorite show and gets to work. 

The show is on, but your eyes zero in on the side of Steve’s concentrated face. 

One of his hands gently holds your foot in place while the other swipes the paint neatly. 

“You know you’re gonna have to trim your beard down, or shave it all when she’s here?” You question Steve. 

“Really, why?” He looks at you, before continuing on. 

“Because—,” you laugh, your foot thrusts in the air when Steve blows against your toe to dry it faster. “That tickles,” you laugh again. 

Steve smirks at your reaction.

“You’ll have to shave it because her skin will be really sensitive. The abrasiveness will give her a rash and make her all red.”

“I’ll get it done,” he tells you, keeping his focus on the painted streaks. 

You smile at his loving ways. Here he is, dropping his work not once but twice. This time to help you paint your toenails, and now he’s quickly okay with the task of shaving his beard for the little girl coming soon. You loved this man wholeheartedly, and can’t wait to experience life with him as a father. 

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Nothing’s gonna hurt you

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: There was nothing more dangerous than a clingy villain.

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: One shot that has around almost 6k words. Also, happy birthday to me <3

Lloyd woke up with a start, a thing that he usually did not do. He had always been the epitome of calmness, of tranquility even in the face of death. In fact, everything had became boring to him lately. He thought that things were getting repetitive recently. He had racked his brain until he bore himself from analyzing why he couldn’t find joy in doing the mundane…such as torturing, kidnapping, killing..you know the works.

The fact that he woke up with a start made him smile. Finally, he thought, finally something different. He opened his eyes with an inhuman like serenity considering that he was lying down on the floor, with his hands tied behind him. His muscles strained from the position he found himself in that he could hear his bones cracking as he moved. How long had he been in this exciting position?

It was late at night, and the only light came from the moon itself. You watched the psychopath from the shadows as he sat up, his face light as he smiled maniacally. It was like he was excited for something and you could not stressed this enough, but Lloyd Hansen was a preternatural man. You frowned as he laughed out loud, the sound echoing on in the abandoned warehouse you brought him in, his hair falling on his face. What the fuck?

You walked lightly, circling him from the shadows- a thing you were grateful for as it gave you the uninterrupted time to observe the man that was causing chaos in guise of legal work. It wasn’t, you checked. Something was going down, and he was in the midst of it all. You even thought that he was the mastermind. He sure as hell was smart enough for that. A man like him who went to Harvard, who had a strength different from a normal man, who could be charming when he wanted- this man was used to getting what he wanted by any means.

“Come on, pumpkin. Show me your face,” he sang as he looked around calmly, specifically to where you were hidden. Did this man have a sixth sense or something? Was that why he was so difficult to catch and stop? “I want to see the face of the woman who managed to kidnap me.”

You rolled your eyes. It was true what they claimed, Lloyd had the flair for the dramatics. You wondered how he knew you were a woman, but nonetheless, you didn’t dwell much on it. You stepped out of the shadows slowly, your boots the only thing making a sound as he watched you with his cold, maniacal eyes. “There she is!” He grinned at you, his stance relaxed as if he wasn’t a disheveled fool right now. “There’s my little kidnapper! I have to say, you are without any doubt, the highlight of my day.”

You kept your distance as you listened to him. If this was a different setting, you would be immensely happy to listen to him ramble, maybe then you would have a deeper understanding as to what made a psychopath. But alas, you did not have the time to dissect his brain.

He squinted his eyes at you, taking you in from top to bottom. If you noticed the interest he had in his eyes, you didn’t say anything. As soon as the forces you contacted arrived, you would be free of this man child.

Lloyd tilted his head to the side, you didn’t like how you could feel his eyes taking you in appreciatively as if he wasn’t minutes away from being subdued by the forces. “I have to say, you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my cute and interesting life.”

Of all the things he could have said, you never anticipated him to say that. Was he…flirting with you? You almost shuddered at the thought, your face betraying you as you crinkled your nose from disgust. You were taken a back from his compliment that you couldn’t stopped yourself from speaking to him.

“Were you dropped on your head when you were an infant?” You asked seriously, looking intently at his cocky smile. You needed to know why the hell he was like this. Was this an in-born thing? Something he acquired as he grew up? Was he not breastfed? You meant- how else would you rationalize his psychopathy nature?

“There’s a possibility that happened,” he answered truthfully, indulging you- anything to keep you talking. It was a dangerous thing, he was interested in you that he couldn’t rationalize it. For fuck’s sake, he could get out of the bind, but he wanted more time with you for reasons he did not have. “But enough about me, cupcake. What’s your name? How did you land yourself this job? This is extremely dangerous, pumpkin. I think you’re better off doing some other job than this. Leave this to the men, sugar. Also, do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? A-“

“You are extremely talkative, aren’t you?” You cut him off, feeling your blood pressure increasing with each word he said. “And a sexist one at that, too. Why am I not surprised?”

“Oh, I think I have to care enough about other people to be called sexist. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care about anyone. Yet somehow, you got my attention,” he finished his tirade and with that, he finished disentangling the complicated knot you did on the rope. Too bad, sunshine, he was exceptional when it came to this. In fact, if you were anyone, you would be long gone. Lucky for you, he thought, you were a gem that he was fascinated of. Or unlucky of you, you were now interesting to the most dangerous man on the planet. After all, you unknowingly made his bleak day (or life if he was being dramatic- which, he wasn’t!).

He watched as you shook your head, as if you were too disappointed to even spare him a glance. And that was your undoing pumpkin spice, the moment you looked away, Lloyd moved. And before you knew it, he was within your space, his smile closed to leer as he steadily subdued your struggles with his one hand, the other touching your hair. You looked up at him with widened eyes, not making sense of how he got out of his bind. He was fascinated, he admitted. In his twisted mind, he wondered if this was how Hades felt when he saw Persephone.

If he had more time, he would leaned down to taste your lips. Alas, he ran out of time. He could sensed movement outside the warehouse, and any moment from now, they would bursted in. With a depressed sigh, he shook his head.

“Next time, sugar, don’t ruin my hair when you’re kidnapping me, m’kay?”

And then he pressed down on your neck, effectively making you lost you consciousness.

That was the first of many run-ins with the infamous Lloyd Hansen. If you found it peculiar that you were still well and breathing after the ‘Lloyd’ experience, you didn’t dwell on it. Why? Because dwelling on it would make your head hurt so much and yet still did not have the answer. How could you understand a psychopath such as him?

The second time you were able to track him, he went with you willingly with an annoying smile on his face. His face lit up when you kicked his door open, as if he was a child who saw his favorite cartoon character in person. His huge body came closer to you, not paying any mind to the number of guns laid on the table behind him. And even as he did so, he asked you a bunch of things. He bombarded you with questions such as your favorite food, favorite color, favorite flowers- everything that did not make sense to you. You looked at him warily even as he offered his wrists for you to bind with a pleasant smile on his face.

The fifth time you tried to capture him, he asked you if you liked his shirt. Because according to him, and you quoted, ‘I bought it because I thought you’d like it. So do you like it, cupcake?’. This was not your first mission, and not to brag, but you had been in this career for half a decade. Okay fine, now that you said it, it really sounded lame in front of the man who was uncontrollable and vicious his whole life. This wasn’t the first time you were sent to capture a man, but God, this was the first time you met an assignment so. Fucking. Talkative. And weird, too! All his actions pointed to him having a minuscule crush on you but did this man have any heart? You convinced yourself he was just being himself, and that was annoying you.

The eighth time you showed up, you showed up bloodied and bruised. Your other enemy proved to be extremely good at fighting, but nevertheless, you managed to beat the asshole. You were better than him, you scoffed to yourself. And that was when his ring-ladened fingers punched you in your face. Granted, your injuries were five-day old at the time you stopped his evil plan, your body was not healing nicely. Okay, you would admit they didn’t heal properly because you hadn’t been following the doctor’s directive of resting for a month. You thought, meh, who has the time?

You went down, hugging your body close to the wall so as to not fall to your death. For heaven’s sake, you were twenty stories up. You wondered why Lloyd chose to torture someone in this floor rather than in the usual place. You know? Like the basement? Like a normal psychopath would?

You eyed the open window- and there you saw the man tied down on the chair, his mouth taped shut. His face twisted that of a horrified pain and sitting in front of him was none other than the calm, scowling Lloyd.

“Like, it’s been almost a month and she still isn’t back,” he said conversationally, his lips pouting as he talked to the frightened man. He said this so nonchalantly that you’d think he wasn’t removing the fingernails of the man one by one. “I’m getting quite worried. And impatient, too!”

You winced as you heard the man whimpered from the pain, his face whitening even further. You suffered with the man as he shouted for what seemed like forever, before Lloyd sighed in disappointment. Fuck, Lloyd was indeed a sadist.

“Okay pepper, we ran out of nails. Let’s take a break.”

You waited for a moment to make sure Lloyd already left before even daring to step to the opened window, and lifting yourself up. Tonight, your target wasn’t Lloyd. Tonight, your mission was to save this man from Lloyd’s evil claws. The man’s eyes were closed when you entered the room. You approached him cautiously, “I’m here to save you. Keep quiet,” you ordered lowly, working efficiently to until him and tend to his wound as fast as you could, just enough so that he wouldn’t perished while still under your care.

You lead him to the window, made sure he was harnessed carefully on the rope, before looking down to make sure the person paired to you was discreetly waiting below. With a nod, you were about to push the man away when you heard the door opening swiftly. You turned around to find Lloyd looking at you like he was surprised before his lips tilted up. He was skipping to you when you pointed your gun at him, shielding the whimpering man behind you.

“Take one more step and I’ll shoot you in your handsome face, Lloyd,” you warned him steadily, your eyes never leaving his confused ones.

“You think I’m handsome, pumpkin?” He asked dramatically. In fact, he said it so fiercely that you smiled unconsciously under your mask. What the fuck? Were you now finding him…endearing? No! Absolutely not! You could and would not find a psychopath endearing! Maybe you should have heeded the doctor’s orders and stayed in bed? Maybe you were hit too hard that your brain was now turning into a mush?

“I’m taking this man with me-“

“Okay, cupcake.”

Once again, Lloyd took advantage of your surprise. He moved rapidly, pushing the screaming man out of the window. He never lost his smile as he did so. You looked down immediately to see that your partner managed to get there just in time. Fuck, you thought the man lost his life. But not tonight, no.

“So, how are you?” He asked excitedly, his eyes gleaming with unrestrained enthusiasm that you had to step back. Was this how he was when you hadn’t wrecked his plans for almost a month?

He was close to you that you his scent could passed through the black mask you were wearing. Well.. for one it was to camouflage you in the darkness. And well.. another reason was because you felt like you needed to conceal the marks of violence the other villain left you. Strangely though, the most powerful villain always left you unmarked and unharmed. Lloyd was nothing but….peculiarly almost sweet when it came to you.

“You let him go,” you stated disconcertingly, your eyes going from the still-opened window to the man standing in front of you.

“Yes, sugar, I did. I’m gonna get him again, don’t you worry. Anyway! How are you? Have you eaten? Did you like the view? I chose this because it’s overlooking the city lights,” He smiled at you, his stupid mustache was somehow growing on you. How could they not? You had been after him, caught him, but then come what may, he was able to escape. And you did try your best to contain him.

“My work here is done..” you trailed off to yourself. You were about to turn around when Lloyd, for the first time ever, touched you first. His big hand completely encircled your arm, and boy did you flinch. It was the side where the other villain threw you against the wall, and the arm told a colorful story of bruises.

You froze when you took a look at his eyes- his now completely displeased eyes. His jaw was clenched hard, his eyes trained on your arm before without any warning, ripped your sleeve off of you, baring your bruises to him. And you were all too powerless to stop him.

“Who. Did. This.”

Any attempt to pull your arm away from his gentle yet strong grip were thwarted. He was a mountain and he couldn’t be moved, not when he was in this mood. How dare any son of a bitch hurt you, he thought, when he himself touched you only so softly, so gently and treated you like the precious person that you were. He was seething with anger, his protective instincts going haywire for the first time in his whole life. He had only known how to inflict pain, and never to protect anyone but himself, or sometimes not even himself. But this burning feeling inside him when he saw you flinched was unlike any other.

Oh my god? Did he like you? It was starting to dawn in his sagacious mind that you were someone he never wanted to see hurt, that perhaps you meant something more to him than a harmless interest.

Oh pumpkin, this feeling was more dangerous than any other villain combined.

Lloyd looked thoughtful, and to be honest, a tad bash of horrified. W-was he…starting to have feelings? Was he starting to care for someone else other than himself?

Ew.

You took advantage of his weakness, you wretched your arm away from him. And only then did he look at you as if he really saw you. Lloyd furrowed his brows, his voice cold as he warned you. “If you don’t tell me who did that to you, I’ll have my men blow the head off of your partner and that ugly little shit you just saved. They’re still in the perimeters, sweet cheeks.”

You stared at his irate eyes for a moment and finally came into the conclusion that this was not a battle you would win, that for the first time since the two of you came upon each other, he was showing the inch of his power. He had only been playful when it came to you, never to threaten you. But now, he was.

Could you accept that his breaking point was seeing you hurt?

“He’s currently imprisoned in the Island,” you chose your words carefully, seeing as he was almost trembling in anger. The Island, the place where the most hardened criminals were kept away from the society, where anything and everything was a fair game.

Lloyd nodded seriously before pulling you again closer to him. But this time, he was resolute as he inspected your injuries and without any preamble, he pulled down your mask.

“I’ll have someone call that asshole’s family to prepare for his funeral.”

It was the same day when you heard the news of him passing. But still, you shook off the feeling that you were in deeper than what was safe.

And so in the tenth time, he was not the villain you were catching. Astonishingly, though, Lloyd was also in a mission against his co-villain. His strong and large arm was raised to stab the villain when his eyes landed on yours. He was just as bloodied as his enemy, his hair falling from his well-combed hair. His eyes lit up before he pushed his enemy away from him carelessly to the ground.

“Cupcake, I didn’t expect to see you! I’ll just kill this insect real quick and then I’m all yours-“

Your brows furrowed before you looked at the man behind him. Well, this was awkward. He was your real target but seeing that Lloyd almost got him, you didn’t know what to do. With a sheepish look, your hand scratching your neck uncomfortably, “I’m not here for you.”

“What do you mean you’re not here for-“ he stopped as he comprehended what you were saying. “You’re here for him?” He spatted the question as if it disgusted him with no end in sight.

“I have to say, I feel cheated.”

And with that, Lloyd prolonged the man’s agony, all while mumbling under his breath how the man stole your priceless attention from Lloyd.

Finally, the thirteenth time you attempted to capture him, he kissed you.

Before coming here, you told your handler that this would be the last time you would do this. You stated that Lloyd was destroying your record-but the truth was you were starting to see that you weren’t the right person for the job. You thought that other would fit this role better, maybe like Six or someone else.

But then you saw him facedown on the vast lake, and to this day, you couldn’t think of any reason why you jumped and pulled him with all your strength to safety. Or why you did your absolute best to pump his chest and breathe air into his lungs- or why you felt a hallow feeling when you thought he was dead.

You steadied your arms as you pumped on his muscular chest, his expensive and annoying shirt damped with water and blood. Right now, you didn’t like the color of his lips. He was too pale for your liking. With practiced movement, you pinched his aristocrat nose, and breathed air into his lips. You didn’t know how many times you repeated the procedure, and you were getting quite desperate for unknown reasons.

But then you felt it, a warm feeling inside your mouth. And..w-was that a tongue?

Your eyes widened before trying to pull your head away from him only to have his powerful hand pushed the back of your head down closer to him.

He kissed you like a man on a mission, he kissed you like you were the answer to everything. He did it so ruthlessly that you thought he wouldn’t stopped. With no choice left, the air in your lungs rapidly running out, you pressed down on the wound on his shoulder. And only then did he let you go as he chuckled about how devious you were.

“I’ll willingly die again if only to have your lips touch mine once again,” he said lowly, his strength quickly dissipating. And that was how you left him.

It had been more than a month since you last saw him that you didn’t think you’d see him again. Yet here he was, crinkling his nose at you, sitting so calmly beside you on the bar. You went here after a stressful week, the toll of the job sitting on your shoulder that you knew you needed to de-stress. And how would you do that now seeing as the 67% of the reason why you were stressed suddenly showed up?

You were just about to sip your margarita when a muscular man sat beside you, his legs spread out as he sat facing you.

“You don’t kiss a man and then leave him. That’s just plain rude,” he said monotonously when you couldn’t get past your shock. How was he here? Last you heard he was on the other side of the world. You specifically had been picking jobs that were located far away from him because you still couldn’t get over what happened the last time you saw him.

“What are you doing here?”

He looked around as if it was obvious, “Cupcake, you stopped coming for me! What was a man to do? Of course I’d follow you-“

“Are you insane?” You finally voiced out the question that had been plaguing your mind since the first moment you saw him.

“Who knows? It runs in my family it practically gallops, pumpkin.” He smiled in his own charming way that you couldn’t helped but…appreciate it. Gah, even his tight expensive-ass Gucci polo shirt was also growing on you, you thought as you barely stopped yourself from puking.

“What do you want, Lloyd?”

“I think I want to see you on a daily basis. I don’t know why I’m more irritable when you’re not around I mean, have you any idea how many people experienced my wrath just this month alone because of that?”

You were still confused what he wanted you to do. In addition, you were confused as to why this man was still not caught. Perhaps..you needed Six’s help?

He was still talking when you decided to call it a night. You walked away from him, almost to your car when you felt a strong hand pulled you closer, and for the second time, kissed you.

Lloyd’s lips were soft as he devoured you, his body pushing you against the car that you could feel his hard muscles all over you. His hand angled your jaw to him, his other hand imprisoning your wrists gently. You felt him lift his knee, pushing it on your pussy. And that was when you moaned in his mouth, you couldn’t believed how a villain could make you feel this…heat. Lloyd ground his muscular thigh continuously, teasing you mercilessly.

You were thankful that it was late at night and no one could see you, not that Lloyd would let anyone see you like this. Without any warning, Lloyd inserted his hand in your jeans, inside your thong, his fingers expertly playing with your clit- and that was when you came so hard.

He held you in his powerful arms as you rode your high, whispering sweet and dirty things in your ear. You opened your eyes just in time to see him suck off your cum from his finger, all while watching you with darkened eyes.

You were more adamant than ever to avoid him after that night. No good could come out from being in close proximity with him, not when you knew he affected you just as much. For two months you were successful, until one night you came home and found your apartment empty. Your dog, your cute ass chihuahua was nowhere in sight. You searched the whole apartment, called for him relentlessly with promises of treats and toys- but no dog showed. Your phone rang twice, and when you picked it up, you felt your blood pressure rising.

Two messages. It took two messages for you to show up at Lloyd’s annoying and pretentious huge house.

‘I kidnapped your dog. I have the upper hand.’

‘BTW, it’s my dog now. We bonded.’

You marched in his house, the one he sent an address to you with maps and all. The guards let you in with respectful nod even when you carried a huge gun in your hand. You wanted to slap the shit out of the man smiling near the front door, wanted to rip his mustache off of his face. How dare he steal your dog?!

“You’re one clingy villain, do you know that?” You screamed at him even if he was still more than eight feet away.

“I heard that!!”

“You were supposed to! Give me back my dog!”

“See, the way you’re looking at me right now is giving me mixed signal. You look like you want to fuck me as well as kill me. Both are hot, sugar.” He chuckled as he dodged your punch, angling his body away from you. You didn’t know how but between your anger and him dodging every attack you threw his way, you were now inside his lair, the locks on the door in place. You heard a bark and just when you kneeled down to welcome your dog into your arms, he ran past you and into Lloyd’s muscular arms.

“Traitor.”

He laughed before walking confidently past you, “Come on, I prepared dinner for us.”

That night ended with him kissing you like there was no tomorrow, giving you no option but to enjoy his kisses. You underestimated his clinginess, because from then on, he inserted himself in your life so hard you could not pull him out. How he just showed up in every aspect was making you lose the ever loving piece of sanity you had. You were immensely provoked when he tagged along in your every mission- how he knew where you were was starting to anger you. He even finished your missions! You could not do anything because he wouldn’t let you! On days when he could, he’d steer you to his cold palace. All the time, his smile on you was sincere, he took care of you albeit against your wishes. On some good days when he was on his most charming self, you could almost forget he was this psychopath who did nothing good in his life. And on the nights he did nothing but looked at you with awe in his eyes, you could almost fall for him. Almost. And now you felt nothing but conflicted. Because at the end of the day, he was the villain and you were the one working to stop villains from terrorizing this world.

Finally, on the night you have had it with him, you found him inside your apartment, looking inside your refrigerator as if it was his. The room was dark, the only light came from the refrigerator. You were almost trembling from anger. How dare he barged into your life and took reigns of it?

How dare he make you feel things that you knew were wrong to feel for the biggest, baddest villain of all?

“Care to explain what you’re doing here, Hansen?” You asked coldly. Lloyd turned to look at you, his broad back carefree as if you weren’t seething in anger. He looked at you with amusement in his eyes.

“I’m waiting for my woman, cupcake,” he answered flirtatiously before sauntering closer to you, his face leaning in before you turned the last second. His lips instead fell on your cheeks. And you felt him smile, that cold smile of his.

“You have no woman here.”

You could hear a pin drop from the total silence- you didn’t move as Lloyd slowly smiled maniacally, his eyes turning colder, losing the warmth they had in them when he saw you. He walked closer to you, and you had no choice but to step back. You could recognized the predator that he was now, you were intelligent enough not to goad him. But you knew, if you backed down now, he’d completely take reins of you life. And your independence would just be a story.

“Choose your words wisely, my love. Aren’t you mine?”

“I’m no one’s-“

He gripped your hair in one hand, tipping them back before kissing you, his kisses were hard, were deep, as if he was reminding you who he was. And that if he decided you were his, there was nothing you could do. But you weren’t that girl.

You bit hard, you bit his lips and you tasted his blood. And only then did he let you breath. With calmed movements, he wiped his bleeding lips with his thumb. And then he laughed. You took advantage of his distraction. You ran to the door, so near your escape when you felt strong and powerful arms surrounded your waist, hauling you off your feet as you thrashed and struggled against Lloyd. But to him, you might as well be a kitten. You could not moved a lion, cupcake, he thought. You should have known that.

Without any preamble, Lloyd threw you down your bed, not giving you any chance to escape from him once again, he sat on your abdomen, his hands working quickly to remove his belt before tying them quickly on your wrists and on your bed.

He nodded to himself before smiling cockily at you. “You looked so pretty tied up, cupcake. Completely at my mercy,” he appreciated his work before smiling coldly at you. You tried to keep him, to twist and get yourself free but to no avail. You were only tiring yourself out. Lloyd only chuckled as he watched you before standing up and stripping completely off his fancy clothes. He pushed down his pants, revealing to you his hard, thick cock. It moved against his strong stomach as he moved closer to you, bobbing up and down, the head wet with his precum.

“You know, I never thought this would be how our first time would be like. But now that I see it, you were always meant to be tied down to my bed. Well, in this case, your bed. But no worries, pumpkin, we’d move to our bed later.”

He crawled languidly at you, and you could only try to move away from him. He took his cock in his hand as he kneeled, his thigh on either side of your stomach. He pumped his cock slowly, watching you with dark eyes.

“I thought I’d get to romance you slower. You’re mine, you deserve to be romanced, to be taken care of…but it seems like you’re not ready for those thing.”

“Don’t do this, Lloyd,” you said shakily, from fear or from the pulsing lust, you weren’t sure. But you knew there was no turning back if he pushed through this. “You can still walk away. You can still let me leave-“

“Perhaps, I allowed you too much freedom,” he whispered before he took the knife from under your pillow- how he knew there was one was lost on you as he sliced your thin top, leaving your heaving breasts bare to his eyes. He wasted no time, he leaned down and sucked your nipples greedily, his mustache leaving a sensation on your sensitive skin. Soft moans and whimpers could be heard from you, your body thrashing against his from too much pleasure.

“You’re so sensitive, cupcake,” he murmured before unceremoniously pulling your pants away from you. Your thin thong was in between your pussy lips, barely hiding your core to him. And he loved that. He loved that so much that he leaned in and inhaled your aphrodisiac smell, his mustache rubbing your core. And then he sliced it off you.

“You’re mine,” he growled as he inserted to fingers in you, his mouth sucking your clit vigorously. Your essence seeping into his mustache, soaking his whole face as he ate you relentlessly. “Fucking beautiful pussy,” he said as he ran his tongue on your slit. He didn’t stop, not even when you came for the third time that you were practically weeping.

“You’re not leaving. Not when this cunt is dripping for me.”

Your legs were shaking as he lifted them over his shoulder, his hard cock pointing on your soaked pussy. He licked his lips, loving the taste of you before he gripped his cock, sliding it down your slit over and over until you were sure you were going to come again.

“What do you want, cupcake?”

Still, you gave him no satisfaction of hearing you speak. But he was fine with that, instead, he slid his aching cock on your slit, coating it with your wetness. He was so hard, grinding on you that you came without any warning. You couldn’t keep quiet at this point, your moans echoing on your room. “Pumpkin, all you have to do is ask-“

“Fuck me, Lloyd!”

And then his hard cock slammed into you. He fucked you like he hated you, and then he fucked you like he loved you. He filled your pussy completely, thrusting his fat cock in and out of you, his large hand on your stomach enjoying the way his cock outlined on your stomach.

“Your pussy is so tight, fucking perfect. I’m never going to let you go,” he groaned as his thick cock filled you, his length fucking you into submission.

“Oh fuck, Lloyd please! I-I’m- coming!”

That wasn’t an orgasm you felt before. This asshole could fucked like it was his job. You were still trembling when he pulled out of you, his come seeping out of your hole. He gathered you in his arms after he removed the belt from you wrists. He didn’t need that now, not when he had you in his arms completely. You weren’t going nowhere. Because apparently, he was the only one who can keep you safe. He was the only one who cared about you. Lloyd realized you weren’t safe, not with so much freedom in your hands. You’d soon love his palace, the maze, and the endless wealth he would give you. You’d also enjoy his distant, personal island where he’d take you if you weren’t ready to be his just yet. He smiled as his plan formulated in his brain.

And when he held her, he felt a different peace, one that was not from unaliving someone. This, this was serenity, he thought. This was peace and life with you. And nobody would take it away from Lloyd, not even you.

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Daddy Issues Masterlist (Homelander x Reader)

summary: One year ago, Homelander killed your entire family…and you’ve devoted your life to him ever since.

➥ playlist

➥ Warnings: DUB-CON, grey!reader, traumatized!reader, murder, violence, blood, mentions of physical/sexual abuse, stalking, public sex, toxic relationship, power imbalance, fanatic behavior

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The Basement Wives' club AU

My first dark AU, I'm super excited about this

Pairings: Dark!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader, Steve Kemp x Fem Reader, Dark!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Summary: What does the special agent Ari Levinson, the lawyer Andy Barber, the town’s sheriff Lee Bodecker and the doctor Steve Kemp have in common?

This is the story about each one of them, and the club they formed sharing his common interests

Warnings: kidnapping, cursing, dark characters, angst, involuntary pregnancy, Smut, dub-con, Non-con, gaslighting, involuntary imprisonment, canon level violence, breeding kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, daddy kink and many kinks to be honest, abuse of power, imbalance of power in a relationship. Other tags will be added by story

+18 MINORS DNI

Ari’s reader → Sunshine

Lee’s reader → Cherry/Cherry Pie

Andy’s reader → Wildcat/Kitten

Steve’s reader → Bunny

Chapters will be posted in a chronological order !

Ari & Sunshine (part 1)

The club

Andy & Wildcat (part 1)

Ari & Sunshine (part 2)

Andy & Wildcat (part 2)

Lee & Cherrypie (part 1)

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It was my bday the 15th! Happy 19 to me🫶

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Black is his color. Not mine. Did you not like the color I chose for you? You’re the only one who wears it. Ben Barnes as The Darkling in Shadow and Bone (2021–) Costume Design by Wendy Partridge

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairing: dark alpha!Steve Rogers x naive omega!Reader

Summary: Steve is the menacing alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every single day. He’s cocky, brash and domineering, and you’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. Ridiculed by him day after day, you’re convinced he hates you. But what happens when Steve finds out you have a boyfriend? Based on this ask and the discussion that followed it.

Warnings: This is a dark story, please read the individual warnings at the beginning/top of each specific chapter.

Chapters:

i. preying on you tonight ii. hunt you down iii. eat you alive iv. just like animals (coming soon!)

Extras:

what if bucky asked for your number? (coming soon!) all mini drabbles

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fragile - series masterlist

Summary | Working at the Avengers compound is a dream come true. You have everything you’ve ever wanted until a small security breach reveals a secret that has Steve Rogers very interested in who you truly are.

Here you will find the completed short series and all the drabbles thereafter! Please note that this is a very dark fic with Alpha/Omega dynamics. Please read all warning on the fics before continuing.

I do not consent to my work being re-posted anywhere (even if you give credit) BUT I more than welcome re-blogs and comments.

Series

One, Two, Three, Four, Five

The Speakeasy

(You’ll want to read The Speakeasy before Chapter Five)

What If…:

The Apartment

Drabbles

Marked

Suspicious

An Honest Mistake

Supplies

A Present

An Early Gift

Game Over

A Little Treat

Mine

A Good Investment

No Use in Running

fragile: breakable (Alpha Bucky x Female Omega)

Run In

What’s In a Name

Breathe

Little Star Sweeper

Hearts and Stick Figures

Order

Number Three

Good Form

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Smash so hard

His ARM is just as big as my head 😩

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SLEEPING WITH DARRY CURTIS WOULD INCLUDE:

livylove151 said: Sleeping with Darry Curtis?

A/N: Heya lovely! Thank you so much for requesting. Sorry that it took so long to complete. Hope it’s all you were imagining. Thanks again! - Admin Kat 🌙❣

◾ Let’s face the facts here, to begin with, sharing a bed with Darry would be more than slightly uncomfortable for the man, due to the simple fact that he’s not shared a bed with anyone for quite some time now. It puts him off to begin with.

◾ However, over time this over grown grizzly warms up to the feeling of your body beside his, even having you lying there in his arms is one of the only things that’ll send him to sleep - though he’d never admit such a thing -.

◾ Darry’s a radiator pretty much, so his hulking stature will only accumulate even more body heat beneath the sheets at night. Yet you’ve never minded it since the beginning, considering the fact that you’re the parallel opposite: A shivering mess, - even in the dead desert-like heart of mid summer -.

◾ You always pressing your icy feet against Darrys’ boiling skin, to which prompts many grumbles and grunts from the stony man. Though he’s really never that mad at you: It’s sometimes quite nice to cool down when he’s sweating bullets.

◾ There’s an immense soothing feeling to have Darry’s arms around you and for you to be in his arms.

◾ Darry is always the big spoon, very rarely are you ever the big spoon.

◾ Comforting Darry when he’s woken up from a horrid nightmare about his parents accident, only for him to brush you off like you’re offering him some charity that he doesn’t need.

◾ Often with that, he hurts your feelings as you’re only attempting to comfort him. However, Darry just isn’t one to ease up to comfort, but he’ll always apologize in his own way. His parents are just a touchy subject and the guy never likes to feel vulnerable.

◾ Darry has always caught the merciless hook of sleepless nights when he hasn’t had all of the kinks in his back, shoulders and neck worked out thoroughly; so the majority of the time, he’s tossing and turning madly, growing more and more aggravated until you place a tender hand upon his arm and soothe him to sleep.

◾ Often you’ll wake up in the middle of the night with Darry’s side cold. You’ll find him in his armchair in the living room sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. The man worries 24/7.

◾ One of the only ways in which to get this man to sleep, is to play with his hair: Your fingers weaving and stroking through his freshly washed hair, nails barely scratching his scalp… Damn, even the thought just causes him to relax!

◾ You tend to fall asleep with your head on his chest and a leg nonchalantly swung over his hip. The guy thinks it’s pretty funny, even going as far as calling you his koala bear. Yet no matter how many times he nudges your leg off of him, it’ll always find it’s way back there. He’s learnt to just deal with it by now. 

◾ Believe it or not, but he just loves the scent of your hair and will purposely tuck his nose into your hair when it’s laying on his chest.

◾ When you get nightmares, he’s not all too cheery about the entire ordeal. You may get berated by him, but he’ll comfort you in his own way: He’ll lay there and just hold you, the silence looming till you want to fill it. He’ll never fall back asleep until you do. He’ll even smoothing his calloused hand over your hair/head, ensuring there’s some sort of comfort. Darry’ll even state something in response to what you’ve said. He’d never let anything get to you. He’s your Superman.

◾ When you’re tossing and turning, he’s not too keen on it. He just chucks his heavy arm on you to make you stop.

◾ With that said, he tends to be a deep sleeper, but if anything suspicious is going on, he’ll wake up and check it out.

◾ Darry never has a chance to sleep in, but he’s always wanting you to when you get the chance. So, if you’re not working that day, he’ll be dead ass quiet, forcing his brothers and the gang to keep quiet and let you get some shut eye.

◾ Darry never initiates cuddling, you tend to, even when you’re sleeping.

◾ The amount of times you’ve physically fallen asleep on him whilst he’s reading is unbelievable.

◾ If you fall asleep on his arm whilst you’re watching TV with him late at night, he’ll shift only once to wrap his arm round you. He’s always got an eye on you in case you get cold, and he doesn’t care if anyone has something to say about him caring for you, he’ll clock them.

◾ The amount of times the pair of you have fallen asleep on the couch is quite alarming and often the guys tease you both for it. Darry shuts them up real quick with a flex of his muscles, but that doesn’t quit the quiet snickering when he’s left the room.

◾ Darry snores like a growling grizzly!

◾ You always note how peaceful he is when he’s asleep. He honestly looks younger and like an angel.

◾ Darry falls asleep with his book on his chest, so you often wake up with a book on your head. You’ve stopped questioning it at this point.

◾ “Quit takin’ all the covers, dammit!”

◾ “I swear, if you put your damn cold feet on me again I’ll-”

◾ “Hush! You like it just as much as I do.”

◾ “Baby…”

◾ “What was that?”

◾ “If you knee me in the butt again, Darry, I swear to God!”

◾ “Or what? You’ll hug me to death?”

◾ “Quit coughin’! I’m up in the morning.”

◾ “You know I love you right?”

◾ “Sure, now you’re just wantin’ my damn pillow for yourself.”

◾ “Move over, you’re takin’ all the room, little chick.”

◾ “You take up half the bed!”

◾ And a bunch of other sleepy bickering that Soda never fails to comment on in the morning with a sloppy tired grin.

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Falling for my Bestie (Kayce Dutton x reader fanfiction)

Kayce's childhood friend Y/n ends up pregnant with someone's child who is in prison, Walker. The youngest Dutton child has been crushing on her for years. So he decides to help her raise the baby as his own. But on the Yellowstone ranch life can't be that simple for the two.

@stellarosedutton is helping me write this story.

Also posted on my Wattpad = ActionInfinity

Posted @countrymusiclover on my side blog

Part 1 - Loss on the Ranch

Part 2 - Teen Riders

Part 3 - Prison Baby

Part 4 - Telling John

Part 5 - Dutton Spoils

Part 6 - Ex Reunion

Part 7 - Baby Born

Part 8 - Ranch Home

Part 9 - Lover's

Part 10 - Cowboy Party

Part 11 - Dutton's Wedding

Part 12 - Home is where the Heart is

Part 13 - A Long Road

Part 14 - Memories at Camp

Part 15 - A New Arrival

Part 16 - Home Sweet Home

Part 17 - Legal Battle

Part 18 - The Road to Recovery

Part 19 - Sister in Laws Bonding

Part 20 - Love and Betrayal

Part 21 - Twice as much Love

Part 22 - Coming Home

Part 23 - The Newest Addition

Part 24 - Littlest Dutton

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I just moaned

𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙚 𝘿𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙣 for Calvin Klein

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Bucky Barnes- Are you gonna be my girl? |Masterlist|

Series Summary: both college students, he’s plays football, you play lacrosse. Your teams are both scheduled for the field having to share half and half you meet Barnes who falls instantly in love with you, this slight inconvenience opening a door for both of you.

Pairing: college!football!Bucky x college!Lacrosse!reader

warnings: will be posted at the beginning of every chapter.

Disclaimer: This does not have a happy ending!!

Note: I’m aware that football and lacrosse aren’t really going on at the same time but oh well.

Based off the song 'are you gonna be my girl by jet'

updates every Saturday and Wednesday!

Playlist // Main Masterlist // Wattpad

18+ Minors DNI

-Chapter One: shared field

-Chapter Two: coffee date

Bonus: carnival date

-Chapter Three: jealousy*

-Epilogue

extras

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Taglist : open | please comment on this post if you would like to be added.

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Welcome To The Pack Masterlist

Welcome to the Pack- 6.6k Steve Rogers x Y/N. On the run from your old pack, you go to the North where a pack is strong and healthy. But will Alpha Steve allow you to join?

Full Moon Run- 7.6k Steve Rogers x Y/N. The full moon run is a bonding time for wolves. And Steve learns a bit more about some of what you had to deal with your old pack.

Build Up of Tension- 8.4k Steve Rogers x Y/N. Steve shows you around the Pack Territory, Buck follows the Tracker and Alpha Tony brings back Natasha to the pack.

Not Like I Needed That Bed- 10k Steve Rogers x Y/N. You go to Steve needing him in just about every sense of the word. You Heat fully hits and there is no controlling it. Bucky and Natasha find out more of Pierces doings. Warnings- Okay guys, shouldn’t have to tell you, but Smut. Readers in Heat, really what else can you expect from her and the Alpha? Female Receiving Oral. Two Prompts added for lielullabye Snow’s Five Hundred Challenge

Have To Get Them Back- 11.7k Alpha!Steve x You. Tony is being pressured by the council to share information about The Mountain Pack. Steve and You strengthen more of your bond, even though all the mayhem happening. Sam comes with news of an unwanted presence in the town nearby. Natasha has to get them out of Pierces hold, before it’s too late. Warnings- Smut, oral, some dominating attitude. Violence.

Till The End Of The Line- 8.4k Alpha!Steve x You. It’s the final showdown between Packs and Pierce isn’t going to just give in to Steve. You insist on going to, ask this is your fight just as much as anyone’s. Warnings- Violence.

To Wakanda- 7k. Alpha!Steve x You. You have been injected with an unknown substance, going into a coma like state and your wolf is unable to be found by the Alpha. Bruce is also at a loss, but there may be someone who can help. Warnings- Smut, use of needles, implied bad stuff from Brock, etc etc.

Not Lost-  8.5k Alpha Steve x You. You wake up, and your not in your northern home anymore, but deep in Wakanda, in the palace of T’Challa and under Shuri’s care with Steve and Natasha at your side. Can Shuri fix you? Bucky is about to head out with Clint, Wanda and Pietro to bring back who Brock and Alanna took, The White Wolf and his team are ready for the hunt. Warnings- Smut, bad words. It’s a softer chapter.

Sing My Song- Part One Part Two 13.8k Alpha Steve x You. Having you back makes the Alpha very happy, and has a hard time keeping his hands to himself. Which you don’t have any issues with that. Shuri continues her work with you, and making progress everyday, enough so Steve hopes to take you on a run through Wakanda. Bucky and his team are drawing in on Brock, but will they be able to take out the ex Alpha and his bitch for good? Warnings- Smut and Violence.

Sinking Fangs- 10.2k Alpha Steve x You. Things have settled back on Pack Lands. Over a month has passed since you and Steve returned from Wakanda and now there is just one last thing to deal with to put the ordeal of your time with the Pierce Pack to rest, deal with Council Member Ross. Brock now has a new asset on hand and gives a preview of how efficient he is. Warnings- Smut, Violence, Death

Return to The Pack Masterlist

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I will never forgive Suzanne Collins for killing Finnick