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THE EVE OF A CRUEL ANGEL'S THESIS

CHAPTER 2 : THE CLICHE OF THE DECEASED WIFE

Pairing : Mafia!Stucky x Reader

Summary : After years of absence, you were thought to be dead. But here you were, alive and ready to take everything that was yours, or you'd die trying. And this time, you would take both of them with you.

Warning : 18+ ONLY, Minor DNI, canon level violence, mentions of murder, guns and blood, soft!dark, angst, fluff, trauma (mental and physical)

A/N : the fact that i deleted all dialogue except one sentence to make it more emo ?? i have no business being this dramatic

The habit taken by both the mobsters over the five years of your absence all had something to do with you. Some believed that part of the grieving process meant getting back to normal, living as they used to but slowly incorporating small acts and element that reminded of the person they’d lost. They would slowly built their lives over the debris of their destroyed hearts, changing everything in their daily lives to mimic your presence. It was all fake, all of it, but it felt good.

For Steve and Bucky it was the same.

They slowly added elements of you into their lives, even more than what they had already. Slowly, everything they did had to do with you, you had them wrapped around your fingers even when you were gone. The ghost of you still looming over them, watching, controlling just like a puppeteer would.

They refused to believe that you were dead somewhere, possibly because of them. To them, you were alive and safe, somewhere hiding from them. This was the only explanation, the only one they’d take. Call it love, or maybe obsession, they needed to do this. For their safety and the safety of others. You were simply hiding from them to punish them for their sins.

At first it was more to preserve themselves that they had kept this habit, putting you in their lives as if you were still there. Fake it until you make it right ?

Here, they only hoped to survive.

It wasn’t about succeeding, they didn’t expect or want to succeed at anything. They wanted to live. They could never without you, it was simply impossible. Inconceivable even. So they lied to themselves. For the two first years of your absence, they had lied.

The lie had stopped after an additional night of going to sleep in a bed that lacked your scent. The sweet scent of vanilla, brown sugar, lemon and honey, all of it was gone. They’d buried their faces in the pillows, hoping for one last hint of you but all of it was gone now. They had gone above and beyond to keep the ghost of you for as long as possible but the lie could not go on any longer. Everything around made it clear now, you were gone and most likely to never return.

Steve had been the first to accept it, crying in silence while Bucky slowly got more and more violent. He had to watch as the man he loved, his best friend, a piece of him, slowly let it all out, the longing, the pain, the anger, all of it. The screams of pain that resonated in the house were nothing compared to the sound of them from up close. He hugged the man he loved for hours, begging for him to stop, begging for him to try and calm down, but it was impossible. Maybe it was a proof of his love for you, one last declaration before he let go.

James Barnes was not one to let himself be swallowed by his feelings, but he had no choice here. His only way out was to scream, to let his feelings explode and possessed him entirely. This was his only way of feeling you, grappling at the last bit of emotions he could remember from you. Everything that was left of you was gone, or at least everything non-tangible.

For hours they searched the house and gathered everything that you had left. They were certain that you would be back because everything you owned was here. It had actually made more sense for you to have been taken because everything was left behind. They knew you better than anyone and you never left without at least a few of the things you owned. You’d even left your promise ring here. You adored that ring, so why would you leave it behind ?

No matter what they did to you, you'd never leave your promise ring behind.

They’d been desperate to be relieved from the panic and pain from that day. The day you left.

As they both sat, completely silent and staring at the screen in front of them, they watched the last of what they had saved of you.

Pictures, audio recordings and videos, they watched it all, knowing it by heart but never feeling like they’d seen it all. It wasn’t enough, ever. They always needed to see more, to learn and understand more. Something had them convinced that in these videos and photos were hidden the secrets of your whereabouts. Maybe it was paranoia but it looked more like desperation than anything.

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Running inside their home, they could already feel that something was wrong. The feeling of home, the warmth, your scent, it was dissipating in the air with each passing second. The house was cold, as if all the windows had been opened to let out something, to hide something. It was all so windy inside, you’d feel like the smell of the rain that poured outside would’ve spread inside but no. Nothing could hide this familiar scent they’d grown used to, a scent that symbolized the life they lived.

All around, everything smelled like blood, as if dozens of bodies were littered around the place and the smell of their rotting bodies had spread to engulf yours and make it all a memory. You were already fading in their lives, they could feel it.

We could raise that it was the blood that poured out of their own wounds or the rapid pace of their hearts, hammering so violently against their ribcage that it could be heard by anyone around. All these could be the factors that weighted the most in their current state, but they knew better. They knew something was wrong, it was evident. They could feel it trembling in their bones, their entire beings screaming for them to be quick, before it was too late.

They climbed the stairs, running and screaming your name in vain. They pleaded for you to reveal yourself, to make yourself known. They needed to know that you were still here, still with them. It took them an two hours to give up. You weren’t in the house and there was no point in wasting anymore time.

They sent a dozen different teams to look for you, search the entirety of New York and turn it all upside down. Anything that would give them an answer was good enough. Each flight, each train, each taxi and bus. They’d take anything to find you, losing you was never an option. They couldn’t accept it.

“You search all over New York. Every garden, forest, house. Everything that could be familiar to her, where she’d feel safe. You find her.” Had said Bucky, trying his best to maintain himself clear and composed.

To the normal eye, it would feel wrong. The two claimed to love her so deeply but one looked as frozen as ice while the other was absent. But Steve’s absence was enough of an answer to the curiosity of those who did not know better than to assume.

Steve was standing alone, in the room you three shared, holding a bloody cloth. Your scent coated the fabric as well as your blood. He could feel the mix between the heat of a piece of clothing freshly worn, and the freezing liquid.

His silence spoke a thousand words. Words of pure anger, betrayal, fear and desperation. These emotions he’d felt before felt new now, as he’d been reborn after you. Nothing could settle the heart of a men who’d managed to get a taste at unconditional love and acceptance after years of deprivation and self restraint. He’d kept himself and his heart safe by centering it on Bucky alone but you’d been a door to greater bliss and now that he had seen what was out there, he refused to go back in the darkness.

His grip on the piece of cloth was held tight enough to see his knuckles visibly turn white and the excess blood drip all over the skin of his palms.

Bucky stayed quiet, fist held tightly and teeth gritted together. The answer to the question he could feel ring inside his lover’s head stayed stuck in his throat, like a knot of tears threatening to jump out and explode. His only possibility was to hug the man he loved, hug him with all his might and try in vain to sooth the small shake of his large body. He was quickly rejected and watched Steve exit the room sadly.

He needed to find balance in the blond man, needed to remind himself that there was still a chance. Maybe you weren’t far, maybe you’d forgive and forget the events that preceded your disappearance. Maybe you’d be clement, generous and prove to them that you would love them no matter what. This was their hope. Because you had promised to love you with everything you had, no matter what.

But in the world they lived in, hopes were meant to be buried or they’d be crushed.

As the hours passed, the guilt and regret started to pile up over the rest. The exhaustion from the previous days, the bloody wounds and violent migraines. They were drained of life and devastated by the day’s discoveries. Nothing could save them, not even your presence, that could be felt as it slowly dissipated and disappeared with the last bits of your sweet scent and lingering warmth you

They’d lost you.

It took eight hours of search before each team concluded in the worst case scenario, you had disappeared. Above hope, true terror had made its way into their heart and grew each passing second. You could be dead just like you could be alive, but the latter was more probable. They knew the lives they lived and exposed you to, your death could be the only way but mourning was impossible. They couldn’t allow the thought of your death to cement itself in them. They refused to grieve and to move on, so they lived with your shadow looming over them.

Want You

18+ Minors dni 

Love this. This was literally in the works and then I see this request in the middle of me writing it, chefs kiss.  I love jealously, idk what’s wrong with me but it scratches an itch I cannot describe.

Warnings: FLUFF, pregnancy, Smuuttt (daddy kink, breeding kink,) angst if you squint but honestly not really. 

Word count: 1.6k

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Too Bright

Word count: 351

posted: july 12, 2021

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It’s late morning and you and Vinnie are cuddling in his bed. You are laying on his stomach with the blanket over your head because of the sun streaming into the room while he was scrolling on his phone, his hand tracing patterns on your back. All of a sudden someone knocks on your door.

“Come in” Vinnie says, loud enough for them to hear but not so loud as to wake you up.

Alex swings the door open, saying, “hey dude, can you-”

“Shhhh bro she’s sleeping” he whispers, cutting him off.

“Oh… where is she?” Alex asks, looking around the room for you, not seeing you on the bed.

At that vinnie chuckles, pulling the top of the covers back so your head can be seen. You groan, wrapping your arms tighter around him and moving your face further into his stomach.

“I’m sorry, love,” he says, moving the cover back over your head.

“Dude isn’t she suffocating?” Alex asks quietly, laughing.

“No, she just can’t sleep with all this sunlight and she doesn’t naturally wake up for like another hour,” he says laughing and going back to rubbing his hand along your back.

“Ok dude well just come find me when y’all get up then I guess,” Alex says walking out and closing the door.

After a while, you shift, moving the covers off your head and resting your chin on vinnie’s chest.

“Morning, beautiful. You’re up early” he says moving to briefly kiss you.

“Mornin’. I’m up early because someone moved the covers off my head and the sun woke me up,” you say, playfully aggravated.

“Sorry, my love.” Vinnie says laughing, “but I told Alex you wouldn’t be awake for another hour so we can stay here and cuddle until then if you want.”

“I would love that,” you reply, placing a kiss to his collarbone and burying your face in his neck before grumbling, “but after that I am ordering you some blackout curtains.”

At that vinnie laughs, placing a kiss to the top of your head and saying, “ok my love. Whatever you want.”

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All is Fair~ In Faith & Falsehoods

Chapter 12: All is Fair in Faith & Falsehoods

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Series Summary: Family is important, but so is the Family business. Everyone has secrets, some are deadly. Your the best in the business, but no one knows who you are. Tensions are high, will you raise the stakes or fold under pressure?

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter.

Chapter warnings: 18+ Only! violence and threats. Emotional trauma, Bad language words, torture, mentions of death and extreme violence!

Pairing: Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Word count: approx. 3.3K

A/N: IT'S BACK! …. Don’t come for me. I really hope y'all enjoy it! feedback is always welcome, let me know your favorite part.

Jake watched his target, like he had been for over a month now, he needed to find the flaw in their security, for them to let their guard down, just long enough to grab what he needed. But their security was airtight, not a speck of dust crossed any of them without being vetted first. It was infuriating to say the least.

What would Muerta do?

He scoffed, it was foolish of him, but he missed you, your snarky mouth, your sometimes irrational decision making, your all around ‘don’t give a shit’ attitude…

Mostly… mostly he just missed you, your friendship. He could tell Steven felt the same, it had been so long since he let anyone else be in control, Marc was only useful to a fault, Steven got him closer to you. He learned to understand you, to peel off the masks you wore so easily… 

He shook his head, something isn't adding up, you wanted out, in fact you almost blatantly told him you were going rouge… what changed, what happened in the twenty-four hours after you left him? How the fuck did you get caught in a trap, it just didn’t–

His phone buzzing in his pocket pulled his attention down, the little screen lit-up with Wade’s face, he rolled his eyes, the fuck does he want.

“Speak.”

“Well good morning to you too, Cupcake.”

Jake sighed heavily, “Wade…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll get to the point… I found Francis.”

“Wade, I don’t care about your little obsession–” he growled.

“You will when I tell you, the assholes that Смерт (smert, death) is after and Francis are one and the same.”

A knowing smile split Jake’s lips, “You broke into the phone.”

Jake could hear the smugness leaking from Wade’s voice, “I broke into the phone.”

—

Steve stared down at you strapped to the chair in his basement, broken, bloody, it took everything in him not to nurture you, to cut your ties and embrace you. But, he had to remember who you were, a vile, lying, backstabbing, traitor.

Pure rage blinded him as he shoved the barrel of his pistol under your chin

'Do it, Rogers. Because if I get out of here. I Will. Kill. You.'

That was it, the sentence that pushed him over the edge as he shoved the barrel of his gun under your chin, he half expected you to crumble, to tell him you didn't mean any of it… But all he saw was the look in your eye, yes there was fear which cut him deeply, he never wanted you to fear him. But on top of that, you wanted him to kill you, with every fiber in your being, he could feel you urging him to pull the trigger.

A knock on his office door pulled him from his thoughts, the last flicker of the memory of your face faded as he picked up his glass and he called to the door. The pit in his stomach yawned open as his eyes met your nameplate still sitting on his desk. He downed the rest of his drink, making his way to the bar for a refill as the door opened slowly, Bucky’s metal hand emerged first, followed by Peter.

“You ready Punk?”

Steve grunts as he lifts the glass to his lips, Peter speaks, “Mr. Stark sent Happy to pick us up…”

“I still think this is a stupid fucking idea. Especially after…”

“After I killed his sister?” his gaze meets Peter first, head downcast, avoiding his gaze, then he meets Bucky’s, there is more emotion there than he would ever admit, what Steve had to do that night, didn’t just affect him. It cut deep into his found family, but it tore out his soul. “It was business Bucky, Tony will understand that.” Steve waved his hand in dismissal, “Tell Happy we will be there soon and won't need his services... I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Both men started to leave, “Not you Queens, I need to speak with you.”

Bucky and Peter shared a look, before Bucky left, closing the door behind him, Peter turned to face Steve, their eyes finally meeting. Steve knew Peter was upset about you being gone, but the look he was pinning him with right now made him proud. If Steve would have been a different person, not his boss, the look would be threatening, but Steve knew better, Peter could be angry all he wanted, but he would never do anything to Steve.

 ‘I don't experiment on children.’

The words you’d spat at him echoed through his bones, he didn’t quite understand why you had said it at the time, but a memory had snagged his attention. He motioned to the wingback chair in front of his desk, “Sit.”

Slowly Peter made his way into the chair, Steve followed, leaning against the front of his desk. Peter wasn’t big by any means, but he wasn’t scrawny, he was built well, lean and strong, no hulking muscle to slow him down, he was quick, deadly, when it was necessary. 

“How are you feeling kid?”

Peter blinked, clearly not expecting the question, “Sir?”

Steve huffed in amusement, one side of his mouth lifting, “It’s been a while since we had a moment to speak, kid. Not too long ago you were beaten half to death, how are you holding up?”

I hadn't been that long ago in all reality, but there weren't many scratches left on the kid, which further aided the point you made in the basement. His stomach churned, fuck.

“I…I’m good sir, thank you for asking?” 

Steve watched as Peter began to fidget, “What were you doing at the lab, Queens.”

His brow furrowed, “Wha-what?”

Steve sighed, “The night Erskine was killed. You were at the lab, why?”

Peter's eyes widened only slightly, “I… I was on patrol.”

Steve pursed his lips, nodding, “Okay.”

Peter stood from his seat, head shaking, words tumbling from his mouth, “Mr. Rogers… I-I would never betray you…I had no idea—”

Steve shook his head, “Queens…” but Peter wasn’t listening, he continued to ramble about you and Erskine, but Steve knew he hadn’t helped you. But he was still lying. He gripped his arms, “Queens.” 

Peter froze under his grip, Steve led him back to his seat, “I know you didn’t help her, kid…” he eased his grip, but his hands remained, Steve knelt in front of him, his eyes met Peter’s, “But I also know you weren't on patrol. I need you to tell me the truth…”

—

Steve had rolled his sleeves, exposing his forearms, along with the tattoos that adorned them, lady justice spattered with fresh blood, the man in front of him stared up at him, wide-eyed, shaking. 

He was a blubbering mess, tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood and drool, Steve had even noticed a wet spot in the crotch of his trousers, fucking weak. He scoffed to himself as he rolled the knife across his knuckles, his now long hair falling into his face, he raked it back as he stalked closer to the bound man, Colonel Akerly, the closest man linked to Stark and the dealings Parker had mentioned, he didn’t know much, but a name was all Steve needed. 

Turns out, Akerly didn't reach the rank of Colonel for his bravery or ability to withstand pain or torture, he sang like a canary. 

According to Akerly, Stark made a big deal with the military and Dr. Erskine after Howard died, and Erskine had been testing on street kids. He would have Bucky look farther into the details later. Steve wasn’t just angry at the situation, he was fucking furious, the fact Erskine had been doing the experiments behind Steve’s back was bad enough, Bucky and Steve had been given the first prototypes, but some of the side-effects had been too extreme for Steve to condone the experiments to conitune. Extreme anger, mood swings, an enhanced appetite (not just for food), and enhanced strength; more so than those on steroids.

Steve and Howard had fought the night Howard died, Howard thought the risks were worth it in the long run, ‘think of all the good it could do Steve’... yeah, ‘good’ he thought, how many people had to endure the pain the treatment put them through, let alone the adverse effects. He was still reeling from Peter’s apology, ‘I’m sorry Steve… I… I just get so tired of being beaten and having…. Having everyone save me all the time.’

Fuck! His blood was boiling, how the hell he hadn’t seen the signs he didn’t know, but thinking about it just pushed his blood past the boiling point–

“Steve, Tony is still waiting on you… the longer you make him wait–”

Steve raised his knife clad hand, silencing Bucky.

He struck hard and fast, he could barely feel the splitting flesh beneath the blade, the gargled screams seemed far away and muffled through the blood roaring in his ears. When he finally stepped away from Akerly, he didn't recognize him, and neither would the police. Carter would have a field day cleaning this mess. He would be sure to give her the tipoff after he was sure his men were off site, and couldn't be tracked down. He wiped his face with his sleeve, the white shirt now stained pink and red, and coated in sweat, he would have to change before meeting Tony now. 

With his anger simmering beneath the surface, he could trust himself not to skin Tony at the table, he had rolled his eyes when he found out they were meeting at an upscale Italian restaurant. A very public place, Steve smiled to himself, he had to admit, after what he had done to you, he didn't blame Tony for the precision, the man wasn’t a total moron. 

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“Rogers.” Tony’s voice cut through the restaurant, as Steve settled in the booth across from him, “You think you kept me waiting long enough?”

“I think you picked a ridiculous place for a meeting.” he chuckled a bit. To everyone else in the restaurant, they looked like two chummy businessmen having a meeting but the air around them felt electrified; Tony was pissed, Steve could feel it. 

Good, he thought. He was equally as pissed.

Tony gave him a knowing smile, shrugging his shoulders as he gestured around the room,  his voice low, “It’s hard to kill someone and get away with it in a public setting.” he made a show of picking lint off his shoulder allowing the fake lint to ‘fall’ to the ground.  “It’s a shame the rest of my family wasn’t as smart.”

Steve ignored the jab that was clearly about you, and changed the subject, “How’s business Tony? I heard you made a nice deal with the military–”

Tony cleared his throat, “Business is good… good.” He reached for a breadstick in the center of the table, breaking a piece off, “Yeah, the military contacted me for a few pieces of tech, easy stuff.”

Steve’s lips curled knowingly, Akerly had been telling the truth, what else had Stark been up to?                                                                         

Steve remained silent as he watched Tony, dipping his bread in the vinaigrette, but out of the corner of his eyes he scanned the room, Tony may have picked a public place, but there was no telling how many of the employees here or even patrons were in his pocket, he always had to look for what no one else prepared for. And he was a sitting duck in this restaurant, one well placed waiter with a knife, or a suppressed pistol… No. Tony wasn’t that depserate or idiotic, Steve’s men would have this place burnt to the ground before Tony could finish him off. 

Tony cleared his throat “It’s a shame, you know.”

The waiter stopped by, replacing the old drinks with new ones in front of both men, then promptly left to carry on with his work. Steve took a sip, speaking around his glass, “What is?”

“My sister… She is so much like our mother was, caring, always looking to love those she believed needed it most…” his eyes met Steve’s, he was searching for something, what, Steve didn't know, didn’t care. “She loved you…”

Steve stilled, blood running cold, his drink still ghosting his lips, what the fuck… He scoffed, “Didn't think she was capable, I figured the black hole in her chest ran in the family. ”

“I tried to warn her about you, Beast of Brooklyn…” there was a dangerous glint in Tony’s eye as he spoke, “But she wouldn’t listen, no one ever listens when I speak about you.” Tony’s fingers mindlessly traced the hilt of the steak knife on the table.

Sighing, Steve tilted his head, “you brought me here for a reason Tony, out with it, I’m a busy man, with lots of things to do.” 

Tony blew out his breath, the irritation making his features taut, serious, a smirk lifting one corner of his lips, “Listen Steve…” his lips formed a tight line, “I can’t just let you walk away after what you did to my sister–” he made a show with his hands, “if I don't make an example outta you, and hang your head on my wall for everyone to see, they’ll think I’ve gone soft.”

Steve mocked Tony, pouting, “Oh no, we can't have you going soft Tony…”

“Fuck off Rogers.”

Tony’s voice low, full of threat, causing Steve to lean back in his chair, running his tongue over his top teeth, popping one of his brows, “You’re right Tony, it is a shame, people should listen…” he ran a hand over his beard, “I only hope you take your own advice…”

“Watch your back Rogers.”

Steve stood from his seat, “You started this Tony. Sent your sister to me. Her blood is on your hands, not mine.” he snarled, each word laced with venom, watching as his words hit Tony, whose brows furrowed, 

“Sent her to you?” a soft laugh left his lips, “If you think I’d send her anywhere near you Rogers you're crazier than they say…” 

Buttoning his coat, Steve stared him down, “you wanted me dead, so you sent her. Big mistake Tony.”

“She’s helpless Steve, couldn’t even hurt a fly… If I had wanted you dead, I would have found a way to hire one of the Aces.”

Steve schooled his features, that couldn't be right, Tony didn’t know about his sister? He had to have hired the Ace of Spades, Tony had to be playing him. Steve shook his head as he began to walk away, placing his hand on Tony’s shoulder, “Do not start another war you cannot win. Your sister was only the beginning.”

—

Yelena had been on the road for a few weeks, traveling from place to place, tailing a lead. Zemo had told her this recon mission was important, it was off the record. Now she was stuck in a tree doing a stakeout in upstate New York, the cool mountain air whipped around her in her makeshift perch, looking over a cabin not too far off. Some low level goons came and went every so often, but no one of any notability. She had been tailing a high value target with extremely sensitive cargo…

She scowled, she couldn't understand why Zemo had asked her to come out here, there was nothing here. Scoffing she moved to begin packing her bags, when a new nondescript vehicle slowly pulled up to the cabin. Freezing, she trained her sights on the passenger doors, three people stumbled out of the back doors, bound, gagged, and bruised… 

Yelena nearly lost her footing and fell from the tree, no wonder Zemo wanted her here to secure the cargo and sweep these assholes off the face of the earth. They weren’t just any precious cargo… the most precious of all.

Who the fuck and the balls to take them?

His family.

—

Thor walked to his bar, his confident gait grating on Zemo’s nerves, 

“How’s the family Halmut, it's been a while since I’ve seen them. Heard they were on vacation?”

Zemo’s jaw clenched, no one knows the truth about his family. No one knows they were taken, or who the moron that thought it would be a good idea was. Not to worry, he had Yelena taking care of it.

He plastered a fake smile onto his face, “They are good, enjoying the sunshine of the Southern Hemisphere; too cold for them here.”

Thor nods, “I can agree with that, the weather has been so dreary lately, it’s a shame really…”

Zemo’s patience had been worn thin, his Ace of Spades was MIA, deemed dead, he hadn’t heard back from Yelena yet, and he really wasn’t in the mood to entertain Thor, or his other appointments for the evening. He cut to the chase, “What can I do for you and your brother Thor?”

Thor looks up from his drink as he sits leisurely in the chair, giving Zemo a gigawatt smile, “I was actually going to ask about your campaign…”

Zemo lifts a brow, “I thought you three didn’t get involved in… politics.”

“Well, since my father passed,” he tosses a side-eyed glare at Loki behind him, who is perusing the bookshelves, “I want to be the one who takes on the responsibilities of The Don. So I need to start acting like one—”

Scoffing Zemo interrupts him, “Well you can make your first duty stopping whatever the hell is going on between the other two! My city is on fire and a burning city won't win a campaign!”

Thor nodded, “Yes, well it seems to be some kind of misunderstanding, don’t worry, I am already working on a solution, it's not only affecting their territories, but mine–”

“Well until that is resolved, I have no further need to speak to you Odinson–”

A tic forms in Thor’s jaw at his words, that obviously wasn’t the response he was expecting. Zemo’s  phone rings across the desk, it’s the Ace line, he doesn’t immediately answer it. Allowing it to echo in the room,

“I really do enjoy what you are doing to keep New York clean, Halmut… honestly, the mayors before you… they just weren’t cut out for the job.” A lethal smile slithers across Thor's face as he rests the drink on the arm of his chair. Caressing his beard he motions toward the still ringing phone, “Ya gonna get that there boss?” 

Zemo gives a tight lipped smile, “It can wait I’m sure.” Behind Thor, Loki shifts uncomfortably, his eyes flickering to the phone and back to Zemo.

Thor grunts, as he finishes his drink, “Well, your mayorfulness, it’s always a pleasure to do business with you…” he stands, buttoning his jacket and turning to the door. His footsteps loud against the carpet. He turns slightly as he steps out the door, “Perhaps on my next visit, I can give you more of what you desire.”

Loki nods as he follows his brother, throwing one last glance at the still ringing phone, quietly adding as he disappears behind the door,  “You should get that.”

Zemo takes a deep breath as the door shuts, then picks up the phone,

“Identity check- All is fair ”

“Response - In death and resurrections.”

The voice that comes from the other line isn’t the one he thought it would be.

A dangerous smile lifts his lips.

Check mate.

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insomnia.

summary: it’s a fitful night of sleep in the tower. when your boys find you needy for them, even in sleep, they just can’t help themselves.

18+, minors do not interact

warnings: slight somnophilia (consent is given beforehand!!), LOTSSSS of dirty talking, humping, penetration, fingering, oral (f+m receiving), aftercare

It was a restless evening in Stark Tower.

Everyone was in their separate rooms - except for you, Bucky, and Steve of course, who shared a king sized bed on the fifteenth floor. The boys were having a tough time falling asleep because of the raging thunderstorm outside, but you had different reasons for your fitful rest.

You let out a small whimper, your legs shoving in between Steve’s. He turned to gather you into his arms and comfort you, but he stopped dead in his tracks when he looked down at you.

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*smut / smutish 

Polyamorous series (on going- slow to update)  Three people fall in love with each other in a time when loving more than one person was looked down upon. But even in a time when it’s not allowed they still share love and memories. Here are their polyamorous memories

  First Kiss |  *First Touch |*Moving in  |*The day they left for war | Found you |*The day Howard Stark Found out  | *Big Change | The train | The plane |Alone | Unfortunate Sequences of events | I know her  | The restaurant  pt1 | The restaurant pt 2 | *It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | *Hurt | *We’ll wait | Memories | Prude |  *Whore |  Put in her place  |  The day Stark Jr. Found out |  Now You Know  |  Nursing  |  *Like a virgin  |  *Morning After  |  The Catacombs | Off with Her head |  Grieving the insane |  Let me make it up to you* |  Punishment*  | Spiderling pt1  |  Spiderling pt2  |  Twentieth-century love  |  The new we can imagine |  Connection |  Please, Marry me  |  Walk me  |  Stand with me  |  Final touches  |  I do |  HoneyMoon  |  A moment in paradise |  Pictures from Paradise  | The Fever  | The Bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 |  Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames | The Mother and The father | The Boy | The Name Game |Talking | Not Ready | No Boy | Returning lust | Seven Days (pt1) | Seven Days (pt2) | Seven Days (pt3)

*Bonus*

Peggy Carter

*Let’s play a game

Howard Stark’s Video

The Rain

Bucky finds a child in the rain. After noticing a few weird things about her he decides it’s best if she stays with him. Now they’re on the run. [complete]

Part 1  | Part 2  | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |  Part 6  | Part 7   | Part 8   | Part 9  | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

The Snow

Sequel to ‘The Rain’. The reader meets Thor, Bruce, and Loki. She accidentally tags along in their adventures. Along the way, she helps Loki. [ Loki x child! fem! reader] ( Complete)

Part 1 | Part 6 | Part 11 | Part 16 | Part 21

Part 2 | Part 7 | Part 12 | Part 17 | Part 22

Part 3 | Part 8 | Part 13 | Part 18

Part 4 | Part 9 | Part 14 | part 19

Part 5 | Part 10 | Part 15 | Part 20

The Storm series: Trilogy/ third to The Snow. “All life has water,” Someone said that to her once she didn’t understand how significant those words were until have the universe was threatened. The reader has been known to help everyone but this time she can’t help anyone.

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

Lost Love: [ hiatus]Okay what if some write about the Winter Soldier instead of Bucky. Maybe read is forced to work hydra and she gets him to trust her and he protects her and she’s the only one who can calm him down and then he goes back to Bucky and doesn’t remember her and like has to fall in love with her all over again. ( Bucky Barnes/ Winter Soldier x fem! reader)

1 |  2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7  | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13| 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 |18 | 19 | 20 | 21| 22 | 23| 24 | 25 

Black White & Gray:( Loki x reader )reader  is a prisoner in a high security prison in the Stark Tower, and she is incredibly dangerous, and Loki is being brought in by the Avengers and he wonders why she is in there, they escape together and travel the Galaxy and then just stop on a planet and like start a new life but then Thor finds them and calls them to help on Earth and everyone sees how good they are afterward and just lets them start a secret family Europe or something

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 - Complete

Scar series : [hiatus]Tony has a daughter for years he hides her away. When he finally lets her out she gets everyone’s attention. Including Loki’s.

daughter |  Decisions, decisions |  Good father  |  I think I’m going to like it here  |   I got a question  |  show me, please  |  Rule one |  Director Fury |  He’s back  |  Loki  |  Mischief & Devious |  I’ve got the magic |  Tonight  |  Uncle Bruce  |  I did it  |  Balcony  |  Lilly |  Cuts | She kissed a God |  And she liked it |  Taste of his mint chapstick |  His room |  uninvited |  Hello again  |  Strike two  |   Going back  |  No Jarvis |  Fears   |  Children  |  Mother knows best  |  They would  |  I’m real  |  Vision  |  I fight  |  Please don’t go  |  Aftermath  |  Realization |  Change |

A day of beginnings

Goth Boss

(on going - slow to update)  Tony stark x daughter goth reader. The avengers find out that Tony has a secret teenage daughter and make tony ask her to visit. But when they meet her the avengers find out why she was kept secret.( could bucky and Steve he terrified of how y/n looks since they are from a different time and seeing a goth girl for the first time scares them) (tony has a strained relationship with y/n as she grew up without him and he kept her secret)

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 - On going 

70 years: Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve Rodgers x (sister) reader. After Bucky and Steve fail to come home after ww2 y/n is driven crazy from the hatred she feels from being abandoned by her brother and left alone in the world she becomes an Assassin to kill those who ruined her life. 70 years later the avengers are sent to find an Assassin that has been killing for the last several decades only for Steve and Bucky to be horrified by who it is. (Codename reaper)

Grief | Pain | Alone | Happiness| A thousand years of Happiness

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OMGO - Post Credit Scene

Ya'll know by now to keep you ass in your seats for an after credit scene. Please enjoy and then join us for the second installment of the YarnforBrain Literary Universe, releasing sometime in the future. Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, commented - and most of all - reblogged OMGO. (and thanks to @firefly-graphics for the dividers)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11| Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | PCS

Length: 2,400 exactly Warnings: none

SIX MONTHS LATER

“That is not - You’re a damn liar, Bucky Barnes - and then he -.” You were laughing so hard you were wheezing, bracing yourself against the counter with a handful of raw, ground beef. Laughter had interrupted you in the middle of forming burger patties, and you were unable to wipe away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks.

“That’s exactly how it happened!” Bucky swung the fridge open, grabbed a couple of beers, and handed one to Sam. They popped the bottle tops in unison, the fizzing sound getting lost behind your laughter. Bucky and Sam were smiling, laughing more at you than the story - which you found hilarious

“You were standing there - oh my god, I’m crying - ok, Sam, so he’s standing there in front of the half-painted wall at the art gallery, head cocked to the side like a confused cocker spaniel, just starin’ at this wall -” you were gasping for breath, laughing so hard that you had trouble getting the words out. You certainly weren’t able to shape the ground beef into hamburger round. -” and when I came back from the bathroom, he’s still standing there in front of this WET PAINT sign on the wall. And he goes, ‘I don’t get modern art.’” You dropped your voice and did your best Bucky impression. “It wasn’t an exhibit. They were painting the god damn wall, and he thought -” you collapsed into laughter again, the sound contagious and causing Sam to join in with you. Bucky finally caved and smiled, able to see the humor in the misunderstanding.

“Everyone’s a critic.” Bucky rolled his eyes and took a swig from his bottle. “You know, in my defense, when I used to go to art galleries - “

Sam cut him off. “What, it was drawings on the inside of cave walls?” He smacked Bucky across the chest with the back of his hand, and the two started bickering back and forth, each digging into their memories of each other to pull out the most embarrassing ones they could find.

As you caught your breath, you stood back up and shrugged your shoulders to wipe your eyes. You’d been trying to convince Bucky to get out more and explore the town with you. He’d adamantly disagreed, but you had managed to bully him into indulging you, pulling him out of the house, and breaking his humdrum routine with little more than a well-timed smile and a tender squeeze of the hand. The more adventures you’d convinced him to go on, the more he was willing to join you on, and you’d finally convinced him to explore the hoity-toity gallery with the brass doors. You had a feeling the visit was going to be the first and last time he ever went, but you considered the day an absolute success. You’d held onto the story for almost an entire week, waiting for Sunday Family Movie Night to tell Sam.

Laughter contained, you nudged Alpine out of the way and chastised her for continuing to climb on the counter when she knew she wasn’t allowed. Beside you, Sam and Bucky continued their storytelling, which had since devolved into each of them claiming the other was misremembering things. Sam’s voice carried through the house even as the two men headed outside to the backyard.

“Silly kitty, no hamburgers for you.” Working around the fluffy white cat, you shaped the meat into patties and shooed the feline away again before turning your back on her to wash your hands and deliver the platter of raw burgers outside to the boys.

Sam and Bucky were standing in front of Bucky’s new grill, dorking out over the features that Bucky had been blown away by. It had taken them a few hours to assemble the metal beast, during which Sam had heard enough about BTUs and infinity ignitions and propane that he’d threatened to start calling Bucky Hank Hill. Now that the monstrosity was put together, they were ready for Hank Grill’s inaugural cook. Yes, they named the grill.

“You know, it’s not fair. If you get a grill, I should get a pool.” Since summer had hit, you’d been practically begging Bucky to consider a pool for the backyard, but he wasn’t convinced. He was never convinced. Getting him to commit to anything was still like pulling teeth. It had taken him almost two months to decide on which grill to get, and making the decision to get a pool was astronomically more complex than choosing between Weber or Napoleon.

“You already have a pool.” Refusing to engage in the same silly spat that you two had been having for weeks now, Bucky plopped the burgers down onto the grill. Sizzles sounded all around, growing in volume and drowning out any conversation. When he was done placing them all down, he handed you back the empty platter and pointed across the back lawn with his spatula.

“What the hell, Bucky. That isn’t a pool. That’s not even a bathtub. That’s a birdbath.” Sam came to your defense, coming over and draping his arm over your shoulders in solidarity.

He was right. Your “pool” was the same classic, shallow, plastic baby pool that every mega-mart sold each summer. You’d been lucky enough to find a pink one with cartoon crabs and starfish on it, and while it was adorable, it did not do the job.

“Sure it is. It’s a pool.”

“For babies!” Sam argued.

“Yeah, not only can I not lie down in it - it doesn’t even cover my boobies when I try to. My legs hang out the side, and I gotta dump it all the time so skeeters don't start breeding it.” Even though the humid heat of Lousianna was hard to endure, doing so while being attacked by mosquitos was even tougher.

“Yeah, think of her boobies, Barnes.”

Sighing with the spatula still in hand, Bucky threatened Sam if he said the word boobies again.

You elbowed Sam in the side while Bucky glared at him. “You’re trying to get him riled up, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at Sam, and he winked at you.

“When he lets you get shot next mission, this is why,” you warned Sam before heading back inside into the cool air.

In the kitchen, you washed the platter and dried it off so it was ready for the burgers when they were done cooking. Alpine chased you around as you maneuvered around the kitchen, stepping in between your legs and rubbing against your ankles. “Get a cat, Bucky said. It will be fun, Bucky said.” You tripped over your own feet to avoid running into the kitten and caught yourself against the fridge.

“Come here, ya little shit.” Scooping the ball of fluff up, you draped her over your shoulders like a fur stole with her front and back paws on either side of your neck. Alpine rode along with you while you opened the fridge and pulled out the fixings for the burgers along with the sides of coleslaw and potato salad. After a quick thought, you grabbed another round of beers for Bucky and Sam and added them to the things on the counter.

All that was missing was the buns. Of course, someone always managed to forget something on the grocery list, and you were just glad that you had caught the oversight while there was still time to put in a grocery delivery order. Waiting with your hands on your hips, you looked over at the clock on the microwave before pulling your phone out of your back pocket and checking on the delivery status. Right on cue, the doorbell rang as the app chirped at the groceries arrival, and you sent Alpine off to play before going to the door.

Even though you set her down, the ball of fluff followed you over to the door, running in between your legs, butting up against your ankles, trying to convince you to pick her back up, or else she would continue to try to trip you up.

“Geeze, fine. Lemme get the groceries first.” Toeing her out of your way gently, you snuck the front door open to grab the bags that had been set on the other side. Gathering them, you smiled as the welcome mat you’d picked out was revealed. It wasn’t anything special - just a natural fiber doormat with the phrase “No Shoes, Pants Optional” scrawled across it in a curvy, flourished font.

You smiled at the memory. When you had brought the doormat home, unfurling it in the kitchen, proudly showing it off to Bucky as he poured a cup of coffee, he immediately stopped what he was doing and charged you. The house had been filled with your squeals and his taunts as he chased you around the island until he jumped over it to catch you, pulling you down to the floor with his arms around your waist, demanding you follow the new house rule and lose the pants.

The two of you had laughed through sex on the kitchen floor, and eventually, you had convinced him to stick the new welcome mat outside. He was not as amused the next time Sam came over for movie night and immediately went to remove his pants.

Alpine’s needy mews followed you into the kitchen, and she jumped back onto the counter as you unpacked groceries, and you gave up trying to keep her off the counters. Working around her, you put the groceries away and collected the bags. You were ready to ball them up and shove them inside the bag full of bags in the pantry when you felt something crumple inside. Unballing it, you dumped it out onto the counter and watched as a plain, white envelope fluttered onto the table.

Not thinking much of it, you put the bags away before picking it back up. Bending down and leaning against the island on your elbows, you flipped it over looking for addressee information or any other clue as to what it was about, but it was blank both front and back. Hoping for coupons or some other promotional mail from the store, you tore the envelope open and found that didn’t seem to be the case.

Your brow furrowed as you pulled out a sheet of computer paper that had been folded precisely into thirds, with thin, sharp edges pressed into the seams. Doing the same as you had with the envelope, you turned the paper over once or twice before unfolding it. As you flipped up the top flap, a feeling of apprehension had your stomach dropping into your toes, and that feeling was confirmed as the bottom third fell open and revealed the message, written neatly in the middle of the page. All at once, your mouth went dry while your spit turned to battery acid on your tongue.

Your eyes traced over the words. The letter consisted of six words. Six words were all it took for foreboding, anger, and then worry for Bucky to wash over you. Reading the missive a few times over, you felt the letter fall from your fingers as you registered Bucky’s voice calling you from outside.

“Hey, doll, what’s takin’ so long?” He was inside the house now, and you could hear him making his way to the kitchen from the back door. “We need the platter.” He beamed at you as he came into the room, stopping to give your temple a kiss before going round to the sink and grabbing the freshly washed platter from the drying rack.

“Buns come?” He acted like he was going to smack yours with the plastic tray, and you held your finger up at him in warning. He paused in mid-air but lowered his weapon.

“Yeah, they came, but - “

-”Everything ready?” Bucky opened the glass jar of pickle slices and fished one out with his fingers.

“Yeah, but -”

Bucky interrupted you again. “It’s incredible we didn’t think to cut the pickles lengthwise back then.” He slurped down another pickle and crunched his way through his sentence, speaking with his mouth full.

Realizing you weren’t going to get a word in edgewise, you pulled the jar of pickles away from him and held the note in front of him.

“What’s this?” Bucky wiped his fingers on the back of his jeans before he took the paper, shaking it open to read the penmanship written in pencil.

Immediately, his brows furrowed, and he looked between you and the letter.

“It showed up with the groceries. No one was there. It was in the bottom of a bag.” You told him everything you knew while scooping Alpine up to your chest. She began purring immediately, and you automatically began scratching the spot between her eyes that made them flutter close and her body go loose.

Bucky looked at you intently, and his tongue ran along his bottom lip. You could see the gears in his mind working. They were connecting dots that he didn’t think would ever be linked together again, and his face was a mix of disbelief and anger and excitement. Whatever emotions he was feeling, he was caught up in them, unmoving.

“Here.” You handed the cat over to Bucky, who cradled her in his vibranium arm and went to take the platter from him. “I’m going to go get some burgers and get Sam.”

“No, it’s fine. I got it.” Bucky shifted Alpine back over to you and tossed the letter onto the counter dismissively. “I don’t have anything to say to him anyway.” Taking the platter back from you, he tucked it under his arm while he pulled another long pickle slice from the jar and folded it into his mouth. “Burgers’ll be up in a sec. Go ahead and cut the tomatoes and onions?”

You nodded, intent on his reaction.

“Thanks, doll.” He pressed a vinegary kiss to the side of your mouth and squeezed your side before heading back outside, leaving the letter on the counter.

Even while grabbing a cutting board and cutting thick slices of juicy beefsteak tomatoes and thin slivers of red onion, you eyed the letter, still wondering how so few words could have such an impact.

Buck,

We need to talk.

-Steve

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champagne & sunshine

chris evans x actress!reader

a/n: i was listening to champagne & sunshine and came up w this, i have no idea why :) also, this shit is looong, i kinda got carried away :p

warnings: smut, language, kissing, flirting, making out, fluff and enjoy!

to say chris was completely and utterly mesmerized by you was little compared to what he felt the first time he saw you. both at a mutual friends party, at the peaks of your careers, young, free and wanting to enjoy as much as you could.

he remember exactly how you looked that night, your hair down with perfect waves, a white dress that hugged your curves in all the right ways, it had a slit on the thigh and showed your cleavage beautifully, heels matching the dress

to him you looked like an literal angel, and your laugh, oh my god he could hear you laugh for hours and hours, in fact that’s what made him pay attention to you, you laughing at something a friend told you, and he wanted nothing more than to be the one making you laugh, you certainly were the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on

his friends were talking about something but he couldn’t take his eyes off you, sipping a glass of champagne, with so much class, you were driving him wild and you guys hadn’t even talked

you caught his eyes, with your glass still on your lips as you looked at him through your eyelashes, pulling the glass down and smiling at him before you went back to your conversation making his heart race in his chest

“right chris?” one of his friends nudged him laughing

“uhum” eyes still locked on you as he took a sip of his beer not paying attention on the conversation

“dude, i think there’s drool right here” another one of his friends said pointing to his face

“uh, what?” he finally got out of his trance looking at them

“y/n? really?” one of them said looking at where he was looking

y/n, huh, so that was your name, it matched you well “why, what’s wrong with her?”

“nothing, actually that’s the thing, there’s nothing wrong whit her, she’s perfect”

“and waaay out of your league, every single man in this party are eyeing her since she arrived”

“have you guys seen how she acts on red carpets? she’s so classy and so fucking pretty that every person stops to just see her walk, fucking walk!”

“first of all, that’s mean, what do you mean i’m out of her league?” the truth is, he thought that too, but he couldn’t let his insecurities get him and lose the chance to talk to you “second of all, i’m gonna laugh so hard in y’all’s face when we’re together” chris said and immediately looked for you, seeing you get another glass of champagne and head to a couch “in fact, i’m gonna go talk to her right now”

accompanied by whistles and good lucks chris walked towards y/n, you watched him approach you taking a sip of your champagne crossing your legs, making your dress ride up a bit and putting your thigh on display

you were facing his back as he shoved his friends off, turning then to you with a boyish grin and sitting beside you

“what’s a pretty girl like you is doing here all alone?” chris said tilting his head a little to the side, staring directly into your eyes, oh you were fucked

“i realized that i wasn’t paying much attention to my friends conversation, and i didn’t wanted to be rude, so i came here” you smiled at him and turned back to your drink “also, i wanted to be alone for a bit” you watched the party

“oh, i’m sorry, do you want me to go?” he frowned a bit, trying not to show the disappointment on his face

“no! it’s okay really, it’s good to get to know new people” and you smiled again, and he swore his heart would explode just from seeing your little smiles, you were so polite, so kind, so fucking pretty

“i’m chris by the way” he extended his hand

“y/n” you took his hand in yours, they fitted so perfectly, and both of you could feel kind of a spark, this was going to be fun “so, tell me a little about yourself mr evans”

it shocked him a little that you knew who he was, ah chris, always thinking so little about himself, of course you knew who he was, it’s fucking captain america for god’s sake, but you never showed a lot of interest in him, to be honest you didn’t like to pay interest in any actor, specially since things just started working out for you

you didn’t wanted to get involved with anyone, specially from this world because you knew how things could go wrong and get nasty, drama was the last thing you wanted

of course you had hooked up with some actors, but nothing ever really got to the next steps, just casual hook ups and bye bye

but chris, you felt something, something good towards him, you had no idea what it was, but him there in front of you, you just wanted to grab his face and kiss him for ever

calm dow y/n, don’t get ahead of yourself

“i’m an actor, i recently finished press for this new movie i’m in, captain america the winter soldier” he said glancing at your plump lips as you took a sip of the champagne before returning to your eyes again

a little chuckle came out of your lips “sorry, it’s just, i know who you are, and i know about your movies” you put the glass down at the coffee table in front of you “wanna know more about you, not the part that the whole world already know, believe me, i hate being asked only about my career and what i’m working on” resting your chin on your hand you looked at him through your eyelashes

if he could grab you right there and kiss you he would, he could see that you genuinely wanted to know about him, his life beside all the celebrity shit, not being shallow like other girls that he met, that only wanted to know about his movies, his career and his famous friends

and that’s how you ended up, his arm resting on the back of the couch, close to your head, sitting closer to him, talking and laughing like you two knew each other for years, the connection you had was surreal, hours had passed and it felt like it was only 10 minutes

“oh my god, my tummy hurts” you said laughing with one hand on your stomach and the other on his thigh for support “i can’t believe you did that!”

“i’m telling you!” he laughed with you

“Y/NNNN!”

“oh god” you groaned looking at the source of the scream, still recovering from all your laughter, you already knew who it was

“what?” chris looked confused at you

“come on y/n let’s dance! you’ve been here the whole night!” your best friend said to you then looked at who was keeping you busy “i know he’s hot, and you can hook up with him later, but you have to save some time for your friends!”

chris face heat up and both of you laughed in embarrassment “i’m sorry for her, i’ll be right back okay?” you said and smiled sincerely at him while being dragged to dance

he watched you go and got up to get another beer, already feeling like the luckiest man alive

meanwhile you were being convinced by your friends that you needed to loose up by taking shots

“yeah okay, but i’m not doing more than two okay? i still need to get home alive” you agreed and they all cheered

“to y/n!” your best friend shouted

“to y/n!” the rest of your friends shouted too

you normally didn’t do this, getting drunk was not something that you liked, the hungover, the headaches, and you needed to get home safely after all

you took your shot before making a face “ugh i hate this so much” laughing already feeling tipsy you looked towards the couch, where chris sat, thighs spread drinking his beer instensely gazing at you, making heat pool in your core

feeling more comfortable you started dancing with your friends, hips swaying with every beat of the song, making chris head spin as he watched you, how could you be so fucking hot, your favorite song came on and you squealed and jumped with excitement and dragged your best friend closer to you, with your back facing her front you started grinding your hips onto her while she grabbed them, it was something you two always did when this song came on

chris devouring you with his eyes, you threw your arms up and started to drag them down slowly, you looked straight into his eyes smirking as you danced against your best friend with your hands trailing your body, he knew that you knew what you were doing

as the song ended you took another shot and took courage to go to where chris was and shoot your shot

you walked towards him, and with both hand on his thighs, bending forward to say somethings in his ear as he caressed gently behid your knees “are you gonna sit here all night staring at me or we’re gonna dance?” you pulled back with a smirk and his eyes darkened at the sight, your were going to be the death of him

you got up straight and took his hand in yours, bringing him with you back to where you were dancing and immediately turned your back to him and threw your hand back caressing his neck

as the song started you started dancing too, doing the same you were doing earlier, but grinding your hips more into him, and he threw an arm around your waist, holding back so much trying not to get hard

another sway of your hips and he growled in your ear, “sweetheart your not helping me” he held your waist a bit tighter

you threw your head back on his shoulder and he gave your neck a little peck, that was enough to drag a soft whine out of you, and for chris that was it

he spun you around grabbing your hips firmly, making your hands lay on his chest, he licked his lips as he stared at yours, your faces separated by inches, you could feel his breath on your face

“tell me to stop” he gave you a last chance to change your mind

“don’t stop” you whispered and he crashed your lips together

starting with a simple kiss, one of his hands trailed your body until he found your face, he slid his hand further grabbing your neck and deepening the kiss, you moaned at the action giving him space to slide his tongue in your mouth

your mouths aligning like puzzle pieces, moving perfectly against each other, until you pulled away to catch your breath, both smiling like idiots, foreheads resting against each other, as he pecked your lips multiple times

“let’s get out of here” you said giving a last kiss on his lips before grabbing his hand to get your things to leave

“wait i have to tell my friends i’m leaving” he walked through some people, still with his hands on yours, to get to his friends

“guys im heading off, i’ll catch up with you tomorrow” he said while you pulled on his hand whining like a kid ‘come on chris let’s goooo’ “or not, bye!” he gave them a last smile and let you pull him out of the house

the whole ride to your place was filled with tension, little conversations and chris hand rested on your thigh all the time, caressing and getting closer to where you needed him the most

when you got home you fumbled with your keys, trying to get them out of your purse and on the lock, but it was a little difficult with chris arms wrapped around you and kissing your shoulders and neck

after what felt like an eternity you finally opened the damn door and rushed inside, chris immediately pushing you against the wall attacking your lips, this time with so much passion, need, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, moving your lips deliciously against his

his hands that were on your waist were going down until they met your ass, giving it a squeeze you moaned in his mouth, he lowered his hand more giving the back of your thighs two taps for you to jump, and you did as you were told, wrapping your legs on his waist, he let go of your mouth

“where’s your room?” one kiss

“last door on the left” another kiss

he squeezed your ass again making you moan again, slipping his tongue on your mouth he walked to the room without breaking the kiss, as he entered the room he kicked the door close pushing you against the wall

“chris.. please” you whined in his mouth

“please what sweetheart?” he smirked and gave you another kiss

“i need you”

he walked back and the back of his knees hit the bed, making him sit with you straddling his lap, your fingers finding his hair, kissing his collarbones and marking him up on his neck, sucking his sweet spot he let out a moan

“you’re so fucking pretty” he said looking down at you with so much adoration and lust in his eyes

you kissed him while grinding your hips down at his already present hard on, he found your breasts and started squeezing them through the fabric of your dress

“take it off” you asked him “please”

was all it took for him to flip you over and start taking your dress off

seeing that you weren’t wearing a bra and exposing your tits perfectly for him made him growl, already taking one in his mouth while he massaged the other with his hands

“chris..” you bit you lower lip trying to contain your noises

“come on sweetheart, let me hear you” he let go of your breast and started kissing down your stomach, avoiding where you wanted him most, he trailed kisses down your thighs and started to take you heels off kissing every part he could

he went back up nipping at your thighs before hooking his fingers in your panties, taking them off at an agonizing pace

“chris please” you whined, impatient, you just needed him “i need to feel you”

“patience sweetheart, i need to appreciate every single part of you”

as he took your underwear off he spread your thighs to see your glistening cunt “so pretty, all for me” he whispered

then he planted a kiss on your cunt making you moan and arch your back, that made him hook his arms under your thighs to keep you in place

with that he liked a stripe on your folds, lapping the wetness of your cunt, his thumb found your clit, making you see stars, you found yourself biting onto your lower lip again, small whimpers coming out of yours lips

“honey, already told you, stop biting your lip and let me hear you” he said and connected his mouth with your sensitive nub, rubbing one of his fingers at your entrance before pushing it in

“oh fuck” you moaned loud, making chris cock throb in his pants “chris i’m gonna”

“i can feel ya, let go for me sweetheart” he said speeding up his pace, the coil in your stomach tightened and exploded, making you see stars, you came with a loud chant of his name

he kissed his way back up while you tried to catch your breath, he gave a kiss on the corner of your mouth, making you smile and your eyes fluttered open

“hi” he smiled, taking some strands of hair out of your face before caressing your cheek with his thumb

“hi” you smiled back grabbing his chin to give a peck on his lips “don’t you have too many clothes on mister?” you tugged at the bottom of his shirt making him stand up to take his clothes off

resting on your elbows, biting your lip as you watched him take his shirt off, staring at his torso, what a fucking sight, eyes traveling through his body as he took his pants off, meeting then his eyes

“you keep staring at me like this and i won’t be able to hold back”

“just c’mere”

“eager aren’t we?” he walked towards you

giggling you nodded yes and wrapped your legs on his torso, fingers trailing his abs, as if you were trying to memorize every part of him, reaching his boxers, slipping your hand and stroking his length

“fuck y/n” he breathed out and you took them off

he took your hand and pinned them behind your head, kissing and nipping at your neck, sucking on your sweet spot making you moan, he smirked against your skin

one hand grabbing your thigh and the other caressing your chin in circles with his thumb before tracing his thumb on your bottom lip, staring with so much adoration at every trace of your face

he started kissing every part of your face “so beautiful, all mine” he said between kisses, hand lowering to find one of your breasts, kisses lowering to your neck, collarbone and chest

“chris, i need you” your whimpers growing impatient

chris gave your lips a last kiss before stroking his length and alining with your entrance

“you sure it’s gonna fit?” you looked at his cock, mouth watering, but you couldn’t say it didn’t worried you

he chuckled and said “don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll make it fit” before giving you a peck

he pushed in slowly making both of you moan “fuck, you’re so perfect” he kissed you again “it’s like you were made just for me” he said making you whimper

“you’re so big” you said throwing your head back “fuck, chris” you moaned his name

you stayed like this for a good time, with him pounding onto you until your legs felt numb, whispering sweet nothings in your ear, fucking you so good that if felt unreal, until you felt the coil in your stomach tightening

“i’m gonna cum, oh my good, feel so good” you moaned loudly as you came, chris following you

you felt like you would black out from the pleasure, you could easily say that it was the best sex of your life, eyes closed and breathing heavily to try to catch your breath

“hey pretty girl” he ran his nose on your throat and kissed your cheek “you okay?” another kiss, on your jaw

“uhum” you nodded smiling and taking his face on your hands to kiss him, still with your eyes closed

hands caressing your waist, and in that moment you were all he cared about, looking so beautiful, feeling the luckiest man in the world

“hold on, let me take care of you” he gave her a kiss and got up heading to the bathroom, taking a cloth to clean you up

after he cleaned you he went back to the bathroom to leave the cloth there, you climbed under the sheets waiting for him to come back

he got back and saw you making grabby hand to him, he let out a laugh walking to lay down with you “you are so adorable” he climbed on the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, giving your forehead a kiss

“just so you know, i don’t want this to be a one time thing” you said resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes

“me neither sweetheart, don’t worry” he smiled down at you, giving a last peck on your lips making you smile

“g’night chris” your whispered nuzzling your nose on his neck before drifting off to sleep

“g’night sweetheart”

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first time i’m writing, don’t even know if people are going to see this, but if you do and liked the post, don’t forget to reblog this please, it’ll help me very much<3

In the more polite appropriate way possible...please let me sit on Vinnie’s face

Author: i- I couldn’t agree more tho

Warnings: smut

It’s genuinely five in the morning and you see the sun rising outside the window since you forgot to close the curtains. You furrow your brows as you hold onto the wall, one of your hands keeping your hair from falling in front of your eyes. Soft whimpers roll off your tongue followed by louder moans. You squeeze the grip on the piece of wood as you dare to look down. Vinnie is looking up at you, face between your legs and although you can’t really see his mouth you know he has his usual shit eating grin on. His hands grasp your thighs, on each side of his head as he tortures your throbbing core. Your legs have become jelly, it’s been hours since you’ve started and he won’t let you rest. It’s either him flipping you around or eating the shit out of you. His tongue collects the dripping juices from your slit as you cry out his name. ‘Please... oh shit, Vinnie...’ ‘uhm... what?’ ‘Fuck i- I cant’ you’re genuinely whining and tearing up as you feel the usual knot tightening in your stomach. You physically can’t keep it going but there’s no way you’re pushing him off you. You know all it would take him to step back is the keyword, your safe word but you are too overwhelmed by pleasure to actually stop. ‘U know the words, darlin...’ he murmurs against your lips and then starts to fuck you with his tongue. You hold onto the headboard with both of your hands, your hips start to move against his face and you genuinely can’t be quiet anymore. Loud moans and profanities escape your lips and you already know the others are going to make fun of you for the rest of your life, but at this point nothing seems to matter. Not when Vinnie has his tongue slipping in and out of you and looks at you as if he’s eating his last meal after being starved for weeks. ‘Feels good?’ He winks at you when he sees you almost sitting completely on his face. He wouldn’t mind but he knows you’re too scared to hurt him to do that. However he feels your thighs shaking so hard he’s not too sure you’re not going to give in. One of his hands makes its way up to your body, brushing against your stomach and cupping one of your breasts. His fingers pinch the nipple and you whine loudly. ‘Fuck yes... oh god don’t stop’ your hand drops down, on his hair and you really wanna pull it but also don’t want to overdo. The hand he had on your boob looks for yours and tangles it in his curls so you complies and he lets out a low groan, positioning his fingers around your nipple once again. ‘Taste so good, baby... Cant get tired of this pussy...’ you pull his hair more as you feel butterflies in your stomach. You really can’t believe how this man has you on your knees even when he’s clearly under you. ‘Vinnie... fuck... im close...’ you moan squeezing shut you eyes. He smirks and gives your clit a soft and harmless bite which leads you to widening your eyes and let out the loudest and most surprised moan ever. ‘Cum on my face then.’ He’s not telling you, he’s demanding. So you do. You finally let go and all the tension leaves your body as he laps up your slit as you pant loudly. ‘Fuuck... Oh jesus... That fucking- fucking tongue of y-yours’ you moan as he presses a soft and wet kiss on your overstimulated clit. His hands caress your thighs sweetly as he watches you recovering. You get off his face before he can go another round. You don’t know if it’s because of the sun rising or it’s really obvious but his mouth and chin are covered in your release and you smirk. ‘You got a lil something...’ you joke pointing at his mouth. ‘Oh yea? Here?’ He licks his lips and you feel yourself growing wetter again. You can see it in his eyes, the lust, desire, need. You love to tease him but you are always going to give everything he wants to him. ‘Cat got your tongue, doll?’ He smirks pulling you closer and you smile, wrapping an arm around his naked torso. ‘Cuz I ain’t finished with you just yet...’ he smirks getting on top of you as you sigh and try to hide your amusement. You’re in for a long morning...