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New Objective: Protect, guard and eradicate any threat near the charge (Nora)"
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The theory of Danse being a courser sits well in my brain cause after blind betrayal and having his identity crises mixed into it, his courser systems boot up and Nora becomes a new status of loyalty. Pretty much unlocked scary dog privileges but 5x the intensity!
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I also liked both the colored and the black and white!
I wanted to add that this song was what inspired me to draw it :3
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Clark Kent/Reader
Word Count: Over 2k
Summary: Steve Rogers made a choice…and it wasn’t you.
Chapter Summary: You learn the truth about what happened to Steve.
Chapter Warnings: Angst, flashbacks, a bit of creepy, slightly unhinged Steve, minor violence.
A/N: Thank you for your patience on this! After losing most of my file and having to redo and my son getting sick, the struggle on this was real. Once again, I don’t have all the answers in this one, but I hope you enjoy! Please don’t hate me!!! Divider by @firefly-graphics
18+ Please!!! Please comment, like and reblog if you desire. Enjoy, lovelies!
Steve didn’t look at you and you didn’t pressure him for an answer. You pushed enough to begin with and you were lucky he hadn’t just left you there. Would the answers give you a way out or more heartache? How much more would you endure before the nightmare ended?
[Warnings] dark bucky x reader, dark steve x reader, dominant/submissive, thoughts of suicide, lots of violence, death, heavy angst, zombies, the walking dead au, noncon/dubcon sex, light bondage (handcuffs), reader is a little (very) helpless, spanking, breeding kink (wear protection please)
A/N: This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ‘s title prompt game!! As you can see, my title was “a long way down”. This gave me the opportunity to write the apocalypse au I’ve been putting off. It was supposed to be a drabble but I apparently can’t read because this turned into a long ass one-shot. TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD
In which the dead are walking, you belong to Bucky, and you stumble upon Steve’s settlement.
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word count: 6k
The first time you met Bucky, he saved your life. He saved yours and then made you take another.
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[Warnings] peter parker x reader, dark!steve x reader, hints of dark!natasha/dark!bucky x reader, vampire!steve/bucky/natasha, vampire au, vampire blood addiction, withdrawals, kidnapping, dubcon, intoxicated sex, oral sex (female recieveing)
A/N: hello, it’s been forever! I was in the middle of writing this when @cherienymphe announced her “Cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge” so I decided to join in! She’s one of my favorite dark writers so please check her out if you haven’t.
In which addiction leads you into a den of vampires.
You piled all the dollar bills you had in your pocket on the table, “There. We can just use this.” You plopped down beside your boyfriend on the couch, fully feeling the headache you’ve had for the past two weeks. It was like your brain was pounding against your skull and sending painful waves through your body.
people foolishly dismiss desserts and treats as having no nutritional value when they actually are necessary for refilling your sanity stat. to prove my point please observe the emotional stability of the next person you meet who doesnt let themselves ever eat any form of dessert
He’s always watching you when you shop. Not in a controlling way, no hovering, no hovering over your shoulder with a credit card limit lecture. Just… quiet, intense observation from across the boutique or from the car outside, dark eyes tracking every swipe of the black card he gave you last month. The one with no visible limit. The one he handed over with a low, amused “Go wild, baby. I want to see what you do with it.”
Tonight you’re in the dressing room of a high-end department store, trying on a silk slip dress that costs more than most people’s rent. The fabric clings like liquid, deep emerald against your skin. You step out to show him, barefoot on the plush carpet, twirling once. He’s leaning against the mirrored wall, arms crossed, tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The moment you step into view, his jaw tightens, filled with hunger.
“Turn around again,” he says, voice rougher than usual. You do, slow and deliberate, letting the hem flutter against your thighs. When you face him again, his pupils are blown, breathing visibly shallower. He shifts his weight, adjusts himself in his tailored pants without bothering to be subtle.
“You like it?” you ask, innocent, knowing damn well what you’re doing.
He doesn’t answer right away. He steps closer, fingers brushing the silk at your hip like he’s testing its weight. “I like what it does to you,” he murmurs. “The way you light up when you spend my money. The way you walk out of here knowing every piece you’re wearing was bought with my card.” His thumb drags along the strap, voice dropping. “It’s fucking intoxicating.”
You tilt your head, smiling slowly. “So… should I get it?”
He exhales through his nose, almost a laugh. “Get it. Get the black one too. And the heels you were eyeing earlier. And whatever else catches your eye on the way to the register.” He reaches into his jacket, pulls out a new card, matte black, your name embossed in gold foil, and presses it into your palm. His fingers linger, curling yours around it.
“This one’s fresher,” he says quietly, thumb stroking the inside of your wrist. “No limit. No questions. I want you to burn through it. Buy things you don’t even need. Wear them once and donate them. I don’t care. Just—” His voice cracks the tiniest bit, raw. “—keep spending. Keep looking at me like that when you hand the card over. It gets me harder than anything else.”
You step closer, chest brushing his, lips hovering near his ear. “Then watch me,” you whisper. “Watch me max this one out too.”
His hand flexes on your waist, hard, possessive. A low groan slips out, muffled against your hair. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Go. Buy everything. I’ll be right here… waiting for you.” You kiss the corner of his mouth, then turn toward the register, new card already warm in your hand. Behind you, he adjusts himself again, exhales shakily, and smiles. He's already ruined and loving every second of it.
what they don’t tell you about being a writer is that returning to a long fic you haven’t touched in a while means rereading 50k words first because you don’t actually remember your own fics that well
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Summary: Steve comes home to find you indulging in some ice cream and ends up comforting you when your pregnancy hormones try to get the best of you.
Warnings: Omegaverse; pregnancy
A/N: I remember needing to write more for Alpha!Steve Rogers when I wrote this, and this little piece was born. He's wonderful and I know I'll be revisiting him whenever new ideas come along.
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"'Mega, is there a reason you're on the floor?" Steve asked as he stepped into your shared kitchen.
His gaze swept over you in your curled up form on top of what looked like one of the plush blankets from the living room. Your knees bent up and as close to your middle as your swollen belly would allow. In your hands, he spied a half-eaten carton of ice cream, the spoon halfway with another oversized melting bite's worth. Your wide eyes at being caught tugged a smile across his lips.
The bags in his hands found a new, temporary home on the counter across from you. His mind already zeroing in on your guilty expression even as your mouth closed around the spoonful. The food within the bags could wait another minute or two. Their warmth and continued steam promised this as he moved to a crouch in front of you.
"Hey there," he murmured softly.
Your eyes widened more, almost comically while you swallowed the dessert you'd been indulging in. When you could finally manage to speak, you could only squeak out, "Dinner. I forgot about our dinner plans, didn't I?"
Tears welled though you did your best to blink them back.
Used to these minor mood swings, Steve shook his head. The smile that been tugging at his lips came out in the softest form he only showed to you, his omega. "You didn't forget anything, my sweet 'mega."
"I really didn't mean to forget," you continued, not realizing he'd spoken. "I saw you were out of that juice you liked, so I went to the store. While I was there, I saw this brand on sale. We haven't tried it before, and it was cheaper than that one we liked. So I bought some, and then I couldn't stop. Lil' one wanted something sweet, and this is so sweet. You want to try some? You should. It's really good."
You scooped up a healthy dollop on your spoon and held it out to him.
Having learned a while back that denying you would only result in more tears, he leaned forward until you could feed him yourself. The cool vanilla had a thicker, creamier texture for sure. You hadn't lied about it being really good. It would most likely end up on your list from now on instead of the more expensive brand you two had been buying up until then.
"So?"
"It's really good, sweetheart."
You beamed. "Right? I knew you would. It'll go great with other desserts, too. Pies and cakes, you know?"
"It would," he said softly, sensing you wouldn't hear him as you lost yourself in your thoughts. He merely remained crouched in front of you, happy to listen to you ramble a bit.
Your eyes bounced between him and the carton of ice cream in your hands as you continued to chat about anything and everything. It wasn't until you took another bite that your eyes dropped to the carton and stayed there. Your mood shifted again. Your scent soured.
Steve leaned closer, his hands reaching towards your knees. "'Mega, what is it, sweetheart?"
"I didn't save you half," you whispered, your voice thick with tears, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to eat so much. It's so good, but I really didn't mean to eat so much."
Changing course, he tugged at the corners of your blanket seat until he made the space he needed. His knees popped from standing back up, but he paid them little mind with your current state. In a few efficient movements, he slid behind you and pulled you into his arms, a purr rumbling out of him.
"No, not your purr," you groused, no real force behind your voice. Instead, you nestled deeper into the comfort he offered, letting his purr soothe you even as you continued, "I don't deserve it after being so mean to you, Alpha."
Steve grinned against your neck, his teeth nipping at his old teeth marks. "You're never mean to me, 'mega."
"I ate most of your ice cream," you said, the pout clear in your voice, adding before he could counter, "and I made you shave your beard. I miss your beard."
"Yeah?" He rubbed his clean-shaven cheek against you. "I can always grow it back after the little one's born."
"It'll going to be winter soon. What if your face gets cold?"
He chuckled. "Sweetheart, you and I both know that I have plenty of ways to keep my face warm."
To prove his point, he allowed his hand to smooth over your belly and downward until they reached between your knees, settling between your thighs. He gave you a gentle squeeze and left his hand there while the other moved to your belly and rubbed soothing circles over it.
You melted into his chest at the mixture of comfort and teasing in his words. The pleased hum and soft chirp confirmed that you'd heard him. Your scent shifted again into something pleasant and possibly a little more receptive to his gentler lovemaking since you'd grown so huge.
"And I'm not worried about a little ice cream. Your comfort is more important to me. If little one wants something sweet, I'll get you all the sweets."
Before you could think to protest, he moved his hand from your belly to your chin, tilting your face to his. He pressed a deep but chaste kiss to your lips so as to silence the protest you might've launched. The kiss only ended when he could feel you go pliant against him once more.
Well, that and he wanted to press another smaller one before he said, "Now, sweetheart, I got us a lot of food to share. Why don't we take this to our nest where we can veg out until we're both stuffed? You're going to need some energy for what I have planned for you later."
You perked up at that. A sparkle of mischief entered your eyes. "What do you have planned, Alpha?"
"You'll have to wait and see, 'mega."
Unable to help himself, he pressed another quick kiss, this one full of sinful promise, on your lips.
Scooting you forward, Steve pushed to his feet and quickly swept you up, blanket and all into his arms. He paused long enough for you to grab the bags before he strode toward your shared bedroom where your main nest awaited the night he'd planned.
Summary: All you wanted after a long day at work is to ride your motorcycle until your tension and stress disappeared. The last thing you ever expected was to find Steve checking out your bike or anything that follows.
Warnings: meddling Avengers (Nat & Tony)
A/N: This was a prompt fill for last year's Steve Rogers bingo. I remember giggling as I wrote this one. Hard not to when you have two meddlers who're trying to get two idiots together and finally succeed. Though, Tony was putting himself in a bit of danger by messing with Bruce's assistant.
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Dr. Banner couldn't get back fast enough.
Exhaustion and tension threatened to cave you in as you stepped onto the elevator.
Who knew a shift with Tony Stark could feel like an eternity?
Oh, how you missed the quieter, can-hear-yourself-think time spent with your actual boss. There hadn't been one thought that Mr. Stark had kept to himself. If he wasn't talking through one problem he wanted to work on, he was blasting his music at an ungodly level. Your head thumped to the beat until it throbbed and screamed for the quiet you preferred.
Dr. Banner played music, sure, but it was always at a level that you could tune out when it suited you. He also never really spoke unless he needed your opinion on one matter or another. The two of you could spend almost the entire day in silence, working on your respective duties. It was something you wouldn't ever take for granted again while praying you wouldn't have Mr. Stark for company again the next day.
All you wanted in that moment was to hop on your bike and ride.
Where? It didn't matter. Just wind yourself through the streets and out to the more country-ish roads until you found the peace you desperately needed. Sure, maybe you'd stop for a bite to eat somewhere, but you had no plans to stop until the hour grew late.
Maybe you'd even make a weekend of it. It's why you kept a spare set of clothes in your saddlebags. All it would take is a quick search for a little place to spend the night.
Your grand plan ground to a halt the moment you stepped into the parking garage.
Some oversized dude had apparently taken a liking to your bike and was now sitting on it.
The absolute audacity. The nerve.
"Excuse me," you shouted as you marched toward the guy on your bike. "What exactly do you think you're doing? Didn't your mama ever teach you not to touch other's stuff? Get off my bike before I—"
The words died abruptly in your throat.
The great hulk of a man who'd been on your bike had turned toward you at the start of your tirade. But, you'd been so caught up in shouting it took a moment to compute who he was. When your brain finally caught up to your mouth, it was too late.
Staring back at you were the bluest eyes you've ever encountered. The same eyes you'd dreamed about a time or two. How could you not? After all, they belonged to none other than Captain America, Steve Rogers himself.
To his credit, he appeared at a loss, quickly and easily moving off your bike and taking a few steps away. His hand came up to rub at the back of his neck as pink suffused his cheeks. "I didn't realize it was yours. Tony's been talking up his newest bike, and I was led to believe this was it. My sincerest apologies."
Your earlier ire died swiftly.
His sincerity and horrified expression was more than enough to easily forgive him. It was a relatively minor transgression compared to if he'd been a complete stranger who'd wandered into the gated garage.
If anyone should incur your wrath, it should be Mr. Stark, not Captain Rogers. No, Steve Rogers had only ever been kind and even sweet whenever the two of you interacted. It wasn't often he'd come into Dr. Banner's labs. When he did though, he was always courteous and maybe a little quieter than you thought he would be as you worked. He wouldn't linger, either.
You had no idea that he often wished he had more excuses to come into Dr. Banner's labs. Nor were you aware that he's liked you from the first time he'd seen you, but he'd never found an opening that made sense. He'd give almost anything to have a chance to learn more about you.
"It's, uh, okay," you finally stammered when you realized you hadn't responded to him. No, you'd been a bit busy losing yourself to your thoughts while also staring at him. Not drooling or anything, mind you, but in a way that Steve couldn't quite read if he'd deeply offended you or not. "I wasn't aware that Mr. Stark was a bike man. He doesn't seem the type."
That earned you a huff of what could only be laughter.
Steve's eyes crinkled at the corners as his smile blossomed.
"Yeah," he said after a moment, "he's more a collector than rider nowadays. Prefers his suit, you know."
You smiled at him. "Oh, I know he does. I don't think he stopped talking about it all day as he worked in Dr. Banner's labs. You don't, by any chance, know when Dr. Banner's coming back from his mission, do you?"
"Not a fan of Tony in the lab?"
Your face must've shifted more than you imagined it did. One moment, Steve's grinning at you, and the next, he's shaking his head and chuckling under his breath.
"You won't tell him, will you? I don't want to bruise his ego or anything. I mean, he could use an ego deflation now and then, but he's an okay boss. I just prefer Dr. Banner. That's all."
Steve's hands came up as if to ward off any more of your words. His smile gentled once more into the one that filled your dreams at night as he said, "Your secret's safe with me. Bruce should be back by next Friday, I think. I'm not exactly sure since his mission doesn't have a strict turnaround or deadline compared to others."
"Ah, okay," you said, hoping he didn't catch a hint of your disappointment. You'd really been hoping Dr. Banner would be back by Monday morning. That way, there would be no more Tony Stark in the lab. "Thank you for letting me know though. I guess I'll, uh, see you around, Captain Rogers."
When you would've stepped towards your bike, ready to get one with your plans, Steve stepped in front of you, blocking you from it.
"Call me Steve, please," he said softly, his voice holding a hint of something you couldn't quite put your finger on. When you glanced up to meet his gaze, you found his eyes watching you with something you so wanted to be interest and maybe a little bit of hope. As if to confirm, he asked, "You going straight home? I know a diner nearby. Good food, great atmosphere. It's a good place to wind down after a stressful day."
That certainly had your attention.
All previous plans flew out of your head as you stared at Steve and saw that same expression deepen with his gaze. Even his posture shifted in a way that made you think of a puppy, hoping it would be the one chosen this time.
Now, that was the most surprising part of all.
It was well known around the Tower that Steve was ogled and drooled over every time he walks by. He could have his pick of any hundred-plus women that work within its glass-lined walls. That included you though you adamantly denied you were as bad as some.
"Are you asking me out?" you couldn't help asking. After all, you had to be sure for fear you'd make a fool of yourself.
He nodded so emphatically. "Bad idea?"
"Oh, no," you shook your head, a smile sliding back in place, "diner food sounds really good right now."
"Yeah?"
You nodded your head rather vigorously.
Steve beamed down at you before his cheeks went pink. "Okay, great, um, just let me grab my jacket and keys. Then, we'll go. Wait for me? Five minutes, tops?"
He almost made it a full stop, but you managed to stop him. Your smile widened into a full-blown grin. You even shook your head while gesturing to himself.
"You're wearing your jacket," you said softly, then pointed at the keys peeking out of his pocket, "and I believe those are your keys right there. Unless you somehow managed to lift mine, copy them, and return them without my noticing."
His cheeks darkened into a rosier color.
You couldn't help thinking how unfair the color suited him better than it ever would you.
"Sorry, guess I'm just excited you said yes," he murmured, his hue growing even darker and spreading.
Your heart, the traitor, started pounding in your chest at the sweetness of his words. It'd been a bit since anyone had shown this level of interest in you, and you found it a little daunting but also so sweet. You couldn't help but feel the butterflies kick up when his gaze met yours with an earnestness that literally stole your breath for a moment.
Before your courage could fail you, you rose on tiptoes and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek. Pulling back, you said, "Well, my bike is calling me to ride. Wanna grab yours and show me your diner? Maybe after, we can go on the drive I had planned for myself. I mean, if you don't have anything else to do and want to spend more time together."
"I'd really like that, but I don't want to impose on your alone time."
Oh, this man could just about kill you with his gentlemanly behavior.
"Wouldn't have offered if you'd be imposing." You allowed yourself a squeeze of his arm before stepping back and picking up your helmet. "Now, I'm starving, so let's get going. Definitely want to get out of here before Mr. Stark tries to find me and drag me back to the lab."
Steve grinned. "I'd keep you safe."
"Hm, that's good to know."
The two of you quickly donned what gear you typically wore. You with your full-body protection gear and Steve with only a helmet that you made him put on. Despite hearing his protests about the serum, you weren't having it, not when you'd gained what you hoped to be the first of many dates with him.
Your bikes roared to life within minutes, then spun out of the garage and onto the city's streets.
*****
Meanwhile…
"You didn't have to throw me under the bus like you did, Romanov," Tony groused while watching the screens in front of them. "Can't believe I didn't see your meddling sooner."
Nat smirked, her eyes never leaving the screens. "You never do, genius. Besides, my plan worked just as it was meant to. Those two were never going to make a move if we didn't help them along."
"Yeah, I guess," Tony continued to grumble, "but next time, don't make it where I almost cost Banner his assistant. He'd never forgive me, and we don't need a Hulk situation in the city."
"You know I can't promise that."
'Tony sighed, his gaze going a final time to the screens. He watched as you and Steve made your way out of the garage. A smile flitted over his features.
"It's nice to see him happy, yeah?"
Nat nodded. Her smirk transformed into an honest smile as she said, "Yeah, it is."
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2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
3) fully clothed x stark naked
4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)
5) body worshipping
6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
9) revenge sex
10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials
12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing
13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor
14) library sex for those dark academia vibes
15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar
16) accidental i love you’s during sex
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
18) a/b/o
19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
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