Almost Had Me Believing It Series Masterlist

Angsts: - vinnie thinking he doesn't deserve you and so breaks up with you and you two are both breaking so so bad - you two love each other but one gets scared because they're getting really attached and starts to sleep around - you broke up some months before for jealousy and stupid shit. You see him again but it's really angsty because one of you has a new partner or something I'll think of others -😇

Author: the fic from yesterday really hit me lol

Warnings: angst and smut

Songs recommendation: moral of the story, stay - rihanna, daddy issues, best part - h.e.r, figures- jessie reyez, forever - labirinth

Everyone had told him love was hard, it wasn’t always easy, it took time, patience, strenght and will. But no one had ever mentioned how scary it could be. No book had ever talked about the feeling of fear he was constantly feeling, he felt lost, scared, lonely. Every time you were around his heart filled with joy but then when you were gone he was left alone with his intrusive thoughts which always managed to break his heart and twist his mind. He didn’t have the courage to tell you what was actually happening inside his mind, all you could see was him slowly pushing you away, distancing himself from you and it hurt you so bad because you didn’t understand where it went wrong. You remembered you used to hang out together so much, the boys always making fun of you two, but you didn’t care because you simply enjoyed each other’s company, he always blushed whenever the boys mentioned your name, you both showered each other with compliments and gifts, he had managed to give love another chance, he introduced you to his fanbase, he dried your tears and medicated your bruises whenever you got hurt, you did his make up and held him when he had his panic attacks which didn’t happen as much as they used to. All seemed to go just fine but then one morning he woke up scared, afraid you weren’t going to stay forever as you had promised, afraid you would’ve learnt to hate his flaws, afraid you would’ve stopped loving him one day. The last couple weeks had been the worst of your nine months, you were constantly fighting, screaming, yelling, attacking and accusing each other. It was physically exhausting. All of his insecurities came out all at once and you didn’t know why it was all happening in that moment, what did you do to lose his trust? He became more closed and rarely spoke to you about anything personal. He’d get extremely jealous out of nowhere and accuse you of cheating, just to make up with love the night. The first few times were fine, you thought everything was going back to normal and he’d overcome his fears. But it did’t happen. Make up love turned into angry and emotionless sex, you’d fuck and then he’d leave in the middle of the night, you’d wake up looking for him in the bed and just sense the void next you. His insecurities slowly becoming yours as you lost trust in him too. Maybe he was cheating? You’d have never thought that of him but there weren’t many other options. One day you decided you had enough of this, enough of crying all day, of hearing him yelling at you, of pushing you away. You needed to sort this out, one way or another.

“I swear bro, he jumped and immediately fell down.” you heard Troy laugh and it caused a small smile from Vinnie, you hadn’t seen him smile in ages. What all of this turned into? As you stepped in the room, Troy’s eyes were on you, you definetely weren’t at your best since you weren’t used to sleep without Vinnie, who had decided that he liked sleeping in his bed by himself was better. You were wearing the last and only clothing item of Vinnie’s that you had left: a big sweater and although you weren’t as small and skinny as the other girls in LA from the big platforms, it still looked huge on you. Troy moved his chin at you, making Vinnie turn around. He felt his heart drop to his stomach when he saw you there, wearing his clothes that, to him, looked so much better on you and with those empty, puffy eyes of yours. 

“Can we talk, please?” your tone was broken and you didn’t even dare to look at him in the eyes. Before he could answer, Troy stood up and left the room. You stood there for a little longer, you weren’t even sure you could sit next to him anymore. He patted on the seat next to his as he scooted over. You sat down as he fixed his beanie on his head and looked outside. You had never felt more disgusting and bad about yourself, you felt used, broken. A few seconds went by without any of you speaking, just listening to the neighbour horrible taste in music.

“Vin... Look at me please...- you tried to get him to turn around which he weirdly did. - Talk to me, what is happening? Why are you acting so weird? W-was it me? Did I do something wrong? I just miss you, us...” you murmured confused as he tried to avoid the eye contact as much as possible because he couldn’t bear the look on your face, you looked destroyed, strenghtless, clueless and immensely sad. He didn’t even know what to say because you weren’t problem, he thought he had overcome he monsters from his past but they were still there, ready to push him down, to hurt him and they were winning.

“I-I just feel different... I don’t know.” you could tell he wasn’t telling you the truth, he was lying straight to your face and you saw it happening right in front of you. You dried a tear that slip from your eyes, he was holding back. He wanted to just hug you and never let go of you but part of him wouldn’t let him, he was tired of fighting against himself, he knew he waìould’ve always felt this way and he couldn’t bear with it any longer. “Don’t lie to me, Vinnie, please... I’m here for and with you, be honest.” you weren’t going to give up. You moved closer to him, your hands cupping his face as his eyes started to water. He didn’t want to let you go but he knew he should’ve. You were so good to him, he didn’t deserve you. He sighed and looked at you, you still managed to feel those damned butterflies no matter how much he hurt you. You were still madly in love with you.

“I love y-” he shushed you before you could finish, kissing you. He didn’t deserve to hear you saying that. You should have turned him down, pushed him away. But the kiss was so needy and hungry, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. Your hands found their way behind his neck, his on your hips as you straddled his lap. Anyone could have walked in on you, but in that moment neither of you cared one bit, not when you had been so touch starved for so long. His hands caressed your bare thighs, you had told him how many issues you had with your body. You always felt ten steps behind the pretty girls that got everyone’s attention, but he didn’t laugh at you or make fun of you, he simply venerated you as a goddess, kissed your body, every inch of it, made you feel as if you were the only girl in the world. The kiss slowly turned in a more heated make out session, he caressed the skin of your stomach which you’d always tried to hide from him and anyone else, not being as flat as society wanted. Once you couldn’t wear a bikini for a whole week due to the excess of hickey on it, you hated and loved him at the same time. He pushed his hoodie off of you for a second and exposed your naked chest, his lips immediately connecting with your bare nipples, as you let out soft moans and whispers, he hadn’t made love to you in ages.

“Vinnie...” his name rolled out of your mouth so sweetly that he felt chills rolled down his spine. He pulled away from your chest, leaving a small hickey on your left boob and going back to kissing you. You fumbled with his belt and pants and he helped you out by lifting his hips. You had missed his touch so much, it wasn’t like the other times, this was different, it felt different. He let go of you for a second just so you could get rid of your shorts and then straddle his lap again. His eyes were so lovely yet lustful, his heart filled with joy every time your lips met. His fingers worked their way down in your panties as he traced the skin of your neck. “Are you sure?” He mumbled against your ear and you nodded as he pushed your panties to the side. Your hands pushed down his boxer and as you were about to sink down, his fingers grabbed your chin and made you look at him. Your eyes met once again as you made love to each other. He filled you up so nicely, a soft smile appearing on your face, as your forehead pressed against his as you moved up and down. Moans and whimpers falling off your lips, they were the most beautiful sounds in the world to you two. His hands grabbed your waist and his lips connected to yours in a slow and delicate kiss. You pulled away, whining against his shoulder.

“Fuck... I love you, Vinnie...” you murmured staring into his eyes, he turned his face away but you grabbed it. “I really love you, Vinnie... You’re the only one to me.” He bit his bottom lip and you kissed him once again. You didn’t feel the urge to rush things, it wasn’t rough, quick, emotionless, hurtful. It was pure, simple love, something that could last one minute but it’d feel like an eternity. You felt your cheeks wet so you opened your eyes to see him tear up. You slowed your movements worried, but he kept thrusting up. You didn’t know if it was because of you or not. He had changed a lot recently and he was shutting you out, you just wanted to be there for him, no matter what.

“Are you ok-?” He shushed your words once again by crashing his lips against yours. You kissed him back, pulling the roots of his hair and gaining a couple of grunts. His thrusts became slower and deeper, both of you closer to your high. You let go of his lips just to pick up the pace, your faces still close as you stared at him and he tried his best to keep his eyes off your face. Something felt off. You came undone a few seconds later, both of you still wearing most of your clothes except for your underwear. Your lips looked for his but he pulled away, slipping out of you. It broken your heart, it genuinely ripped it into two halves.

“I’m sorry... This is over...” he murmured and got dressed. You were left speechless and heartbroken, you couldn’t even process what he had just told you. You frowned and looked up at him who was picking up his phone from the couch, you covered yourself with the hoodie as he walked out of the room and you slowly processed the whole thing. Did he genuinely break up with you after making love to you? Did he seriously just do that? You were pulled out of your trance by the sound of a door being slammed so you put your shorts back on and followed him. 

“Where is he?” you asked Jordan and Jeffrey who pointed at the front door. There he was standing next to his friends, a skate in his hands. You felt anger rush in your blood, he had just broken up with you and it was wise and normal for him to just go skate? As if he didn’t just break your heart after physically and mentally draining you. Oh boy was he wrong. He wasn’t facing you so you walked up to him and before any of his friends could warn him of your presence you pushed him. He swore and turned around pretty pissed off.

“What the fuck man? Like seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? You think what you just did is cool? Was it a joke for you? Wait, were nine fucking months a whole joke? Were you just bored? Because it sure looks like it. I have tried my best to make you happy, Vinnie, I really have. I don’t regret anything and I wouldn’t be mad at you if you had just told me the truth, but fact is that you’ve been lying to my fucking face for the past two weeks, Vinnie. And we all know that. So no, don’t expect me to forget it all. Don’t expect me to accept your poor excuses for breaking up with me after making fucking love to me.” tears started rolling down your cheeks as you yelled at whom you thought was the love of your life but who had just decided to ruin everything you had built together with no explanation. Everyone around you stepped back as Vinnie tried his best to keep his cool but you were really trying to push all of his buttons.

“It wasn’t a joke to me and you know that, y/n... We aren’t meant to be.” you were so sick of his pity excuses, of his lies. He wasn’t the person you had fallen in love with nine months prior, he wasn’t who he used to be, he wasn’t the same old Vinnie, you didn’t know the man in front of you, you didn’t recognize him anymore. You dried some of your tears just because they obscured your view and shook your head. Lies, lies, lies...

“This is just bullshit. You are not the man I thought I loved, you are just a stranger right now to me, I don’t know you anymore. What happened to my Vinnie? Where did he go? Why can’t you just talk to me? I love you, Vinnie and there’s literally nothing that could bring me away from you even if you wanted me to.” you were essentially begging him, no matter how pathetic you must’ve sounded, you had never felt such a pain in your whole life. You could feel your heart slowly breaking into million pieces as he kept staring at the wall behind you, he couldn’t even look at you. He knew he couldn’t tell you what was actually happening because you would’ve convinced him otherwise but he knew he was doing the right thing for you. So he had to try a different approach.

“I cheated, okay? I cheated on you.” he blurted out and you took a step away, shaking your head, not believing him. “No, you didn’t. Stop pushing me away!” he would have never cheated on you, he knew how horrible someone felt after finding out they had been cheated on, he knew that from his past experiences, he would have never. You attempted to see if he was lying by looking at his eyes, but they were empty, no emotion.

“Yes, I did! You know when we went to Ben’s party and I disappeared for two hours? Well you should’ve suspected me, while you played beer pong with Maddy I was fucking some other girl. You wanna know why? Because I don’t love you anymore, y/n, get it inside your head! We are not meant to be together and you begging me to stay is just pathetic.” at this point you couldn’t stop the flood of tears streaming down your face. The spite, the hate, the disgust in his voice just gave you the coup de grace. Your whole world started falling apart, anything you believed in turned out to be a lie and everything began to spin around. You took two steps away from him, his breathing uneven as he held back tears, his words full of lies but the roughness of his voice had convinced you. He wanted to stop feeling everything, he wanted to feel nothing. Your mouth feel agape as you tried to find the right words, but you were speechless.

“You are a fucking piece of shit, Vinnie. Because I fucking know you didn’t cheat on me but the fact that you want be to believe you did is even worst. Go fuck yourself! I fucking hate you, Vinnie Hacker, I should have just cheated on you like the other girls.” you raised your voice pointing a finger at him. You left without even thinking about it twice, slamming the door behind you, calling Maddy to come and pick you up. Tears blocking your view but you still recognized her car when she pulled over and you hopped in her car without looking behind. Vinnie broke down the second you left the house, knowing he had lost you for good. He threw his skate against the wall, it broke and fell on the ground. His wails of pain were so loud even the neighboor could hear them. Shane hugged him as he bawled his eyes out. None of them dared to speak, all you could hear was his heartbroken cries. His heart actually felt broken, physically speaking, he was left breathless. Your words had pushed him over the edge and he realized how much he had hurt you. You would have never said those things if he hadn’t pressured you to do so.

You both lied in pain in someone’s bed and arms, as they gently stroked your hair but their touch wasn’t even close to each other’s. You felt dirty, used, uselessm stupid. He felt tired, sick, repugnant. He would’ve rathered feel all the physical pain in the world than feel this excruciating ache, and so did you. Everything had lost sense without him, you didn’t even have the strenght to stand up nor to smile. He felt lost, hopeless, lonely. Without you next to him nothing really mattered, the memory of you would have haunted his dreams forever and his would’ve become the reason of your nightmares.  Something in the way you move makes me feel like I can't live without you, it takes me all the way...

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. 

—

“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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Coitus Interruptus

Summary: It’s a quiet Sunday morning when the innocent Evans children wonder straight into their parents bedroom, to find them… What’s the word Chris uses? Oh yeah, wrestling. this is a part of the evans’ series.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Yn Evans

Warnings: unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy kids), oral sex (m receiving), swearing

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Sunday’s aren’t normally this quiet, the weekends are normally welcomed with high pitched screams from Archie or Alex as they argue over pancake toppings or Alba playing music loudly from her room. 

But the quietness only means one thing, they’re still sleeping. So Yn and Chris intend to take the quiet moment to their full opportunity. 

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Hi! How about 42 with Ari Levinson? 😏

Pairing: Ari Levinson x black!reader

Word Count: 460

Prompt: Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

You drop the magazine you’re reading to your lap and pull your sunglasses down your nose. A smirk crosses your lips as you watch the muscles of Ari’s back flex with his movements. You should be helping, but the sun and the nice breeze and the crash of the ocean in the short distance called your name a lot louder than the paint buckets. You continue to watch as he stretches out to apply a fresh coat of paint to the outside of your new resort. His muscles ripple underneath the sun, the natural light accentuating every curve and dip of his beautiful body.

You throw the magazine to the side and stand, your toes sinking into the warm sand. You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle, laughing as he jumps from your sudden presence. You drop your lips right between his shoulder blades and pepper quick kisses along his back as you cup his chest in your hands.

“If you’re not going to help, you need to sit back down.” He chides, “I wanna finish this.”

“I’m. not. Doing. Anything.” You say between each kiss, dragging your nails down his chest and stomach

You swing around him, slipping in between him and the wall and smile brightly as he shakes his head in disappointment. You laugh, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling your face to his neck. He jumps again as your cool lips meet his skin, this time pulling a laugh from him. You drag your lips down his hairy chest and peck at his nipple, laughing as his laugh grows louder and fuller.

“Stop it.” He laughs as he squirms, “Stop!”

You drag your fingers down his sides, your nails scratching his skin as you swirl your tongue around his pink nipple. You bite down and he yelps, dropping his hands to your sides to squeeze you. He pushes you against the wall and pushes your chin up with his knuckles only to find a large smile on your face. He kisses you deeply, stealing the air right out of your lungs as he pushes his lower half in between your legs.

He lifts you effortlessly and places each of your long legs around his waist before sliding his hands to your ass. You push his face in between your breasts as he walks the two of you inside, hissing as his tongue slides down your cleavage. You don’t even know why he tries to fight you anymore. You always win this little game of yours.

“I just want you to know,” He starts, tossing you to the bed and dropping his little green shorts from his waist, “I let you win.”

“Uh huh,” You wink, “Sure you did, Ari.”

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Caught and Captured Pt. 2

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Round two commences between the three lovers, and all Y/N wants is to sit back and watch her two super soldiers go at it.

Warnings: NSFW! 18+! SMUT! Unprotected sex. Anal. Anal fingering. Female masturbation. Cursing. 

Characters: Stucky x Reader

Part 1

You’re all tangled up in the sheets and each other, you on your back, Bucky on his front with his head on your belly, and Steve laid over his back, both of them caressing every inch of you that they can reach.

“Y/N, your room is now our room. Your bed is so fucking comfy.” Bucky says. Both you and Steve let out a string of laughs and giggles as the brunette moves in to press little butterfly kisses to your belly.

“I second that. I feel like your room is nicer than mine.” Steve adds, running his hand over the bare skin of Bucky’s back, while your fingers play with the brunette hair that is splayed across your lower torso.

“No, Stevie. My room is literally the exact same as yours. You just didn’t paint yours or decorate it. I’d be more than happy to decorate your rooms for you, but then I’d run the risk of you guys always staying in your own rooms and never staying with me.” You say with a smile, your heart thrumming in your chest as Steve presses his lips to Bucky’s shoulder.

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Daddy said…-Stucky fic

warnings; no plot just smut, praising, p in v (bucky and reader), double penetration, masterbation (Steve watches), dirty talk, mention of multiple orgasms, squirting, headspace, daddy kink (daddy is bucky; dada is steve.) steve x bucky x reader 

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Early Morning Birthday Surprise.

Request from @cinema212:  Hiya!! So I love your blog and have been following you for a while now. My 22 birthday is on the 19th and I was wondering if maybe I could get a birthday story? If possible could it be fluffy with maybe a bit of steamy goodness as well lol. With a curvy reader maybe somewhat matching my description 😅thank you so much 💜💜💜💜

Note: Hope this is okay!

Bucky x Reader

Words: 1,471

Warnings: There is smut in this. Not an awful lot but still….if you are under 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ! There is also some language in here!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Knock! Knock!

An irritated groan rolled out from your lips as the intrusive sound started to pull you from the amazing dream you’d been having. Instead of climbing out of bed and going to answer the door you just buried your face into your pillow a little more and brought it up to either side of your head to try and block out the sound.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

It wasn’t a groan that left you this time but a full-blown scream of annoyance as you slammed your hand blindly down onto your bedside cabinet to try and grab at your phone. In a dazed state you roll onto you back and tap the screen to see the time. Initially the bright light seemed to burn at your eyes but before long your vision focused properly and you were able to see just what time it actually was…..and it didn’t lighten your mood at all.

“It’s four o’clock in the morning! Jesus!”

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

The knocks were growing more desperate in their nature and so rather reluctantly you hauled yourself out of bed and begrudgingly walked over to the door before swinging it open with an angry scowl on your tired face. “You better have a damn goo-“

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Someone finally understands that a cool color palette is GOOD.

Tag yourself, I’m his surprised face in the 2nd pic.

Can you write about y/n and JJ going to the store to buy condoms and then JJ is really needy and can’t wait until they get home so they end up fucking in the car?

Needy

I barely got my door closed when JJ grabs the back of my neck, yanking me over the center console to kiss me hard. His tongue pushes into my mouth and he steals my breath.

“I can’t wait for us to get home. I need you right now.” JJ pants, shoving his shorts and boxers down and reclining his seat. His cock is hard and waiting as I gawk at him.

“JJ! We are in the parking lot!” I giggle, slipping my panties down my legs as he rolls one of the condoms on we just bought. How can I deny him when he’s already half naked?

“I don’t care. Ride me.” JJ pulls me onto his lap and when he sinks inside me, we both groan loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” JJ grunts, hands tight on my hips as we start to rock into each other. I brace my hand against the window as I start to bounce.

“You’re so fucking hot.” JJ yanks me in for a kiss, his tongue invading every inch of my mouth. When his hand wraps around my throat, I feel my whole body clench with my approaching orgasm.

“That’s my girl. Cum for me. I want to feel your pussy walls milk my cock.” My eyes rolls back as I choke on a gasp, my toes curls and my whole body shakes as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. A strangled scream leaves my lips and he starts thrusting up into me, pushing my hips down to the point it feels like he’s coming out my throat.

“Shit, I’m cumming. Just like that. Fuck.” JJ groans as our bodies move in sync until we’re both heaving from our release. I collapse on his chest, sweat rolling down my back as I feel him soften inside me.

“That was so hot.” I giggle, kissing his lips as he grins at me.

“Just wait until we get home.” He lands a playful slap to my ass.

Just then, there’s a sharp knock on the window and we both freeze. I hesitantly look over to see the badge on his belt. Busted.

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