Staring Disorders Are Real

{Living in the moment,18+}[She/Her] + (Requests are OPEN)

[katsotherworld]

Fucking hell!! So I wasnt expecting to just absolutely fall head over heals for a romance novel series but I am fucking head over heals for the Wicked Villains series by Katee Robert. Like I've only read the first 2 so far but I'm fucking in love with them. Just yessssss!!!

Like this series is just:

Like, can I be in a poly kinky relationship for the rest of my life, cause I would love that. Please. Pretty please.

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They will all have you in a chokehold by the last book. #goodluck

[obsessivestaringdisorder]

The Becoming (Part 2 for A New Destiny)

pairings: bucky barnes x oc

Word Count: 3571

warnings: alpha in rut, aggressive sex, loss of virginity (consensual), name-calling, choking (slight), omega original character and alpha Bucky, cursing, mentions of virginity, slight bit of dub-con bonding

18+, minors DNI

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To say things were different is an understatement. Since presenting as an omega, my world has changed. It felt like James, or Bucky, as everyone called him, and I were attached at the hip with Wanda and Peter right behind. My dad, another scientist at Stark industries, always kept a close eye on us. I know that having fellow omegas close made him feel better so I never pushed them away. I liked having them around me anyway. Karen, my sister, tended to call more now. It always ended up with asking how James was and if dad had killed him yet. 

Recently however, things have started to change. I was Bruce Banner’s intern and I saw less of James. When I did see him, James was different, angry even. He was easily agitated and snapping at everyone. Even me, when we did see each other. James didn’t even smile anymore. This mood seemed to turn everyone away and my dad was not happy. Every time James spoke, my dad’s fury could rival an alpa’s. Steve Rogers often had to break them up. He seemed to be the only one that could face James and make him calm down. James would then go to the gym and work it out. I couldn’t talk to him when he was angry, the omega in me made me cower and so our talking got less and less until I barely saw him. Slowly, I became just as angry as he did. As if it radiated from him into my soul. 

Finally, one day, I shoved that omega down and snapped. 

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It was easy to find James. He was in the gym, sparring with Steve like always. I stood in the doorway for a second until Peter came up beside me, Wanda tracing behind. “Konnie, what are you doing?” Wanda grabbed my hand, “You know you can’t talk to him right now, he’s upset.” I shook my head, “Today, today I don’t care.” I walked through the door and both men looked my way. James’ eyes met mine and I saw the anger that burned in him every day. I didn’t back down and shot back as much fire as I could muster. 

“James, I have a bone to pick with you.” I spoke with a sharp edge. Steve was quick to interject, “Konnie, I don-”. I shot him a look, “Konnie is what my friends call me, you aren’t one of them.” Steve looked like I had stabbed him but I didn’t have time for anything else. I looked back at James and his anger burned more. I could read his face like looking through water. “What do you want?” James spoke, his voice sent tingles through me. That was weird. 

I gave him a faux smile, “I would like to talk about your clear change of heart.” My head snapped to Steve as he let out an audible sigh. Steve’s eye caught mine and he coughed, looking away. I turned my attention back to James, “I never ask for much. I never asked for your attention or love, just taking whatever you gave me. Now, you don’t even look in my direction unless it’s to glare and say some snide remark.” James opened his mouth, “Konstellation, you don’t understand wha-”. I cut him off, “No, I don’t understand. I thought we had something special. I thought my heat meant something to you, since you were so keen on staying with me.” 

James’ face never changed, “It did, we do.” I huffed, “Do we? You aren’t proving it. You’re making me feel like a sl-, fool.” I changed the last word to avoid degrading myself more than I already did in my mind. His eyes zoned on me, “I make you feel like what? A slut?” So, he did catch that. I pulled my shoulders back, as if challenging him when my omega screamed for forgiveness. I ignored her again, “Yeah, but I guess I should’ve known that I am just another omega to you, huh?” Steve stepped in my line of sight, blocking me from looking at James, “Seriously Konstellation, don’t do this.” 

Steve moved suddenly, and not on his own accord. But it wasn’t me shoving him out of the way, it was James. “What the fuck did you just say?” He growled at me. No point in lying now, I respond, “I said that I must just be another omega bitch in your bed. My first heat, and you were so quick to jump on the train.” With that sentence out of my mouth, we were face to face. Well, my face looked up to his face. “Don’t fucking say that!” He shouted. I couldn’t back down now, “Oh, I’m sorry. Does that upset you? Me calling you out on your crap?” His voice got quieter, dropping an octave, “You don’t know shit.” 

“I don’t know? Then I guess I’m not just another slut for you, but a stupid one too.” His face changed again, border line scary now. “You think you’re a slut?” He asked in the same voice. “No, but you do. I’m just a little, stupid, omega slut to you. Isn’t that right, Winter Soldier?” I refused to let my voice quiver. James took a deep breath out of his nose and responded, “What did you just call me?”

“I called you the fucking Winter Soldier!” I finally shouted, a low blow on my part. 

“You want to be a slut? You want to call me that? Fine. I can make it happen.” Quickly, James bent down and threw me over his shoulder, heading to the door. My eyes widened, freezing in my place. His touch alone sent a fire through me. Steve wrapped a hand on his arm, which James was quick to get out of, “Buck, stop! Don’t!” James didn’t put me down, marching down the hallway. I could see Wanda and Peter standing in shock, unable to move like me. Omegas tended to freeze under pressure like this, unable to challenge an alpha in these conditions. 

Steve chased us down the hall, but never reached us as Bucky kicked open a door and then kicked it close. He turned to lock it, giving me a view of the room. It was identical to the one I stayed in, but more messed up. Not messed up, destroyed. The chair in the corner looked ripped apart and the bed remained unmade and slept in, as if the person who lived here just tossed and turned. James turned and threw me on the bed. I bounced for a second until James climbed on top of me, his metal hand wrapping around my neck. It wasn’t blocking my air, but I could feel my face reddening. He pulled my face up to his, “You want to be a slut? You want the Winter fucking Soldier?” His voice was aggressive but quiet. 

My eyes widened in realization, “Oh my gods, you’re in rut.” He didn’t let go of my neck, nodding in response. It all made sense, why he was so angry and snapped at everything that moved. I can’t believe I missed the signs, they were right in front of my face. “What did you think was gonna happen? You challenged an alpha in rut in front of other omega’s and an alpha.” He finally let go of my neck and I fell back into the bed. I shook my head, giving in to that stupid voice in my head, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I was hurt.”

I could tell that it helped, but not enough, “Konstellation, do you really want to be a slut? You called me Winter Soldier and challenged me. I should put you in your fucking place!” As his voice raised, my lip quivered. I did challenge an angry alpha, I intentionally hurt him. But not just any alpha, my alpha, “I’m sorry alpha. So, so sorry.” His face softened for a second and again I saw James. “Say the words Kon-Kon, I’ll let you leave. I can’t hurt you.” I looked into his eyes and saw a restraint that could challenge mine. He was giving me a choice; do I leave or do I stay? The answer fell from my tongue easily, “I want to stay. You helped me and cared about me. I have to do the same.” James flung himself off me and off the bed, “No, no. You don’t have to, you can’t.”

He hid his face away from me. I can see the battle in his mind and I was surprised, he was scared. He’s afraid of hurting me, afraid to be the Winter Soldier. I stood and crossed to him, putting a hand on his arm to turn him. My touch affected him, “James, I didn’t mean it like that. I want to. You took care of me and I need to stay. For myself and for you.” James shook his head, “You don’t understand what that means.” I know what it means. It means sex, it means giving myself to someone I have only known for a few months. It frightened me how much I like the idea of it.

I nodded my head, “I know, I know what it means, James.” His eyes widened. For the first time in a month, he kissed me. Hard. James walked us backward until my knees hit the bed. I fell back again and suddenly I was in a flashback as James followed me to the headboard. It’s as if this was a completely different man. He’s still holding back, but the same James that helped me through my heat is here now. It was careful and I loved it, especially as he kissed me. I kissed back until his lips left mine, his trailing kisses down my neck. This was the sweet, loving James. Something felt off as he looked back at me, a heat in his eyes. I knew what to say, “James..” He looked up, “What’s wrong, Kon-Kon?” 

“I like this side of you, but it’s not honest.” His eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean?” I sat up and met his face, ghosting a kiss on his lips and moving to whisper in his ear, “Don’t hold back.” James instantly shook his head, “Don’t tell me that, I can’t hurt you.” I held my gaze with his, “James. Don’t. Hold. Back. Please, alpha.” The name slipped off my lips, sealing the deal for myself and for him. 

Again, I saw the loving James, “Konstellation..” He trailed off. I grabbed his metal arm and he definitely let me as I pressed it against my neck, “Alpha, please. Give me the Winter Soldier.” It was like I flipped a switch within him. His hand tightened and shoved me against the headboard again, “Red. You say red, and I stop.” I nodded at him, “I’ll say red.” A verbal confirmation was enough to break the dam. He leaned down and bit my nipple through my shirt, a gasp leaving my throat. He moved his metal arm and I panicked, thinking he changed his mind. Until he literally ripped my shirt off, revealing the red bra I had on. It wasn’t special or anything, which was good as that was gone the same way, ripped from my body. The roughness had me clenching my thighs together. I hadn’t felt this hot since my heat, almost painful in my limbs. 

Bucky grabbed my left breast as he smirked, soon taking my nipple in his mouth. His lips were harsh and aggressive, quickly moving to the other. My hands shot to his hair. James was- no. Not James. The Winter Soldier was ruthless on my skin, nipping every chance he got. I had never been touched like this before. Even in my heat, James was very careful about how he avoided my body and never looked away from my face. Now, he was looking everywhere and his grip would leave bruises. I didn’t mind any of it.

James sighed into my skin as he settled between my legs, his mouth just inches from my core. My hands latched onto his hair, breathing heavy. I needed him more than I needed anything else. I could hear him chuckle but I wanted his mouth somewhere else. As if hearing my thoughts, James connected his mouth to more core. I gasped out in shock, arching my back into his touch. I could’ve came right then and there. His tongue was hard and fast against my clit, just as impatient as me. He quickly shoved three fingers into me and I cried out again, it was almost too much at once and yet my body wanted more. Much more.

James sat up and crawled up my body again, “I’m sorry Kon-Kon, I can’t hold him back.” I nodded quickly and sat up, too. He looked at me confused. I smiled, “I meant it when I said I wanted the Winter Soldier. You’re in rut, James. Let me help a little.” I pushed his back down on the bed and straddled his hips. I rubbed my core against his cock and James hands gripped my hips in a bruising hold, making me even more turned on. I sat up and lined myself over his tip, his head catching my entrance. I hesitated for a second. I needed a picture of my view right now; James was on the edge of restraint, muscles bulging and eyes watching mine. His jaw was clenched and I couldn’t wait anymore. I started to slide down his length, gasping at the harsh intrusion. James’ hands stayed on my hips, rubbing rough circles on my skin, “Take your time, princess.” He spoke through gritted teeth and I needed him to relax so I did the only thing I could; I dropped the rest of the way down.

Pain roared through me, tears falling down my cheeks. James instantly shot up, “Are you okay? I’m sorry, this was a bad idea.” Fury burned through my body, a bad idea? Hell, no. I pushed his body back down and took a deep breath, grinding my hips down. A moan left his lips and it spurred me on, craving the pleasure he was feeling. I began to lift my hips and drop down, chasing a high I know only James can give me. The pain cleared quickly and I moaned out, my hands clenched on his chest. James quickly moved his hands back to my hips, “Still want the Winter Soldier?” I nodded gleefully, wanting whatever he would give me. His hands tightened and about picked me up off his cock, and then slammed me back down. I cried out as he did it over and over, essentially fucking me from underneath. My tits bounced, so I grabbed them and held on for dear life. 

That spurred James on, his aggressive thrusts making my body fill with pleasure. My first orgasm came quickly, making my breath leave and I would’ve fallen forward if it wasn’t for James. Before I could get a sound out, James pushed me off of him and down onto the bed. He sat up and turned me over, pulling my body up so my hips were in the air and my chest on the bed. He quickly pushed his cock back into me, thrusting like an animal. My omega cried out and so I did too. My hands scrambled for purchase as he drilled into me. His cock hit a certain spot inside of me that had my second orgasm come as quickly as my last one. “That’s it, omega. Keep on cumming for me, princess.” His words penetrated me as hard as his thrusts as my hands clenched the sheets. 

“Want my knot, omega?” He spoke again. I nodded, “Please, alpha! Want the Winter Soldier’s knot.” James growled above me, fucking me with a strength that was superhuman. His knot caught my entrance for a few thrusts until James shoved his cock and knot into me. I could almost feel his cum pumping into me. At the same time, James dug his teeth into my neck, right into my mating spot. I came for the final time, tears and cries that were silenced by my face in the bed.

We sat that way for a few moments before James licked over his bite and moved to turn us. I whimpered at the movement until his chest was against my back and his arms held me close. He nuzzled into my hair and his breathing slowed and I could tell he was asleep quickly. My tears didn’t stop, he bonded me. His soul was attached to mine now and I’m not sure if I was ready for it. An ache crawled into my spine and I grabbed a pillow to silence my sobs. 

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James was in rut for three days. My core ached and my body was sore. The mating mark on my neck constantly reminded me of what we were doing, James being bonded to me forever. On the final day, I could tell James was slowly coming back to himself. He kissed my cheek as he slid out of me, “Hi.” The times in between sessions were getting longer and we had managed to get an almost full night of rest. Normally, his voice would light up my day. Today, I could tell he would see my face and know that there was something off. 

I turned to face him and his brow immediately became furrowed, “Kon-Kon, are you okay?” I nodded, “I think we should talk.” My voice was soft and I couldn’t smile at him. His face tensed more, “Did I hurt you?” I tried to figure out how to phrase my words, “Not physically. I’m sore, but intact.” His hands cupped my face, “Tell me love, what’s wrong?” I sighed, “You bit me.” He smiled, “Sorry, I know it was rough.” I shook my head and lifted myself up, “No, James, you bit me.”  His eyes dropped to me neck and saw the realization on his face, “Konstellation, I’m so fucking sorry.”

My soul relaxed a bit, he clearly looked how I felt, “I know you probably didn’t mean it, and I’m just sad, I think, because of it.” James sat up with me, “No, Konstellation, I meant it.” It was my turn to be confused, “What do you mean?” He took my hands into his, the metal cooling my hot skin, “I meant it. I want to be bonded with you. I’m sorry that it happened like this. I wanted it to be romantic, before your heat when we could decide together.” 

Shock ran through my head, “You want to be stuck with me forever?” He nodded at me, a smile breaking through, “Yes, Konstellation. I want to be with you for as long as possible. It shouldn’t have happened this time.” I nodded, “I want to be with you. But I agree it could have waited.” James pulled me into his chest and he rubbed his hands down my back. We sat in silence until I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached for his cock and found it already hard. “Konstellation, we don’t have to. You need space,” His voice was strained as I continued to stroke him, “I don’t want space, I want you. One last time.”

I could feel James nod and then he gently pushed me to my back, “Kon-Kon, can I be with you as James?” I smiled, “Please, my love.” His smile widened and he kissed me, a soft gentle one that soothed the anxiety I have had. His normal arm slid down my body and touched my core, “So wet for me Konstellation.” I nodded, “Only for you, James.” He used my wetness to coat his cock and then pressed himself at my entrance. James slowly slid into, taking his time. My back arched at the change of pace, my hands running through his hair. 

“I love you, Kon-Kon.” James spoke. I looked up at him and smiled, “How much?” He slowly and gently started to thrust into me, “So fucking much. I’ll do anything for you. You want to live together, we will move your stuff in tomorrow. You want a date night, I’ll take you wherever you desire. You want a marriage, I’m buying you a ring. You want pups, I’ll make love to you every day until you are big and round with our babes.” His thrusts picked up with every word. James was still gentle but his thrusts hit in just the right spot. 

I cried out, “Please, James. Give me one last knot and then we can decide how you’ll earn me later.”  James smiled but still grabbed my hips and gave me what I wanted. Neither of us lasted long after that. His knot caught my entrance and then he pushed it into me. I cried out as my last orgasm hit me, “Bond me, James.” I tilted my head and gave him the opening. He did as he was told, sinking his teeth into my skin. Like everything else, it was gentle and satisfied my omega inside. He quickly released me and pressed his forehead to mine, “I love you, Konstellation.”

I took a deep breath, “I love you, James.” This was it, this is the becoming of us. 

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An Alpha's Voice

pairings: steve rogers x reader

Word Count: 4628

warnings: slight dub-con, darker steve rogers, omega in heat, smut, porn with slight plot, aggressive alpha, enemies to lovers, harsh language/name calling, knotting, oral sex (female receiving)

18+, minors DNI

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He smelt like campfire and aspen trees. His blond hair had grown longer and complimented the five o’clock shadow that was growing. He walked beside you with his head held high and his chest puffed out. A dirty face and uniform represented the great battle he just finished as you tried to prep him for the cameras. The shield on his arm separated your bodies, until he turned to you. His blue eyes were dead, “Please, Y/N. Not right now.” You sighed, knowing his stoic demeanor was an act as usual. “Captain, this is literally my job. I have to prepare you for what is about to happen,” You deadpanned, looking down at your tablet. He shook his head, “It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” You swear, he was going to cost you the career you had worked so hard for. “Seriously, just listen for like five min-“ He interrupted you, “I don’t have five minutes! Did you not see what I just dealt with? I don’t need this right now and I’m not listening to your bullshit propaganda!” Your mouth fell open from shock, he never spoke to you like that. 

“Language, Rogers. Also, you can’t talk to my staff like that after you almost killed half of us.” Rhodes landed right next to you, gently guiding you behind him. He had a habit of protecting you, when as the Avengers’ PR manager, you were supposed to protect and guide them. Especially when it came to Steve, who had been slightly unhinged since Thanos was defeated. You were brought on shortly after they saved the world, needing a constant person to help with their image with the sudden overpopulation. It didn’t help that you were an unmated omega amongst a lot of Alphas and Betas. You struggled to stand up to Steve and Rhodes was often more than happy to do it for you. Steve rolled his eyes, “You stand up for her like she doesn’t have her own mouth, Rhodes. Call off your bitch.” Rhodes glare hardened as Steve’s eyes bore into yours, making you uncomfortable as you couldn’t look away. His chest puffed out even more and your mating point pulsed, the omega inside of you begging to submit here on the street. Rhodes must have sensed your situation and stepped over to break the connection. Your breath released and your head dropped, the air suddenly clearing for you. 

Steve let out an animalistic growl, turning his focus to the man in front of you. “Watch it, Captain.” The word sounded like venom out of Rhode’s mouth and your feet started to walk away from the pair as you started your tablet again. The words suddenly seemed useless as you approached Thor. His attention turned to you as you started instruction on what to say to the press. It seemed the rest of the team was always open to your guidance, your presence posed as a breath of fresh air compared to having to deal with all of it alone. 

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Back at the compound, everyone shared a post-meeting meal with the exception of you. This was normal as you always had to put together the press releases and do the usual damage control for the physical destruction that followed the Avengers. A knock on your door had you looking up. Rhodes entered your office, a smile on his face, “Hey, I just wanted to say good job for the prep today. Our image had gone way up since you came along.” You grinned, “Thank you, sir. I’m glad I’ve been more helpful than harmful.” You flipped back to your tablet to pull up what you were working on to the TV screen. You and Rhodes went through the final products together and made some normal changes. “Wow, this is great work, Y/N,” Rhodes nodded in approval. You felt pride in your chest, “Thank you, I just wish I could do more with Captain Rogers.” He looked over at you, “I know he’s been apprehensive towards having you on board. Since Tony died, he hasn’t been in the best position. Especially since Pepper decided to keep Morgan at the cabin.” You nodded in understanding, “I know, James. It also doesn’t help to have an unmated omega trying to boss him around.” Rhode’s eyes softened, eyeing his mating band on his left hand, “I know it’s just as hard being in your position, with him trying to intimidate you. I’ve already had a few chats with him and I’ll do everything to make you safe and comfortable here. I’ll even move him out of the compound.” Your head shot up, “James, no! He’s Captain America and I already don’t live here. Pleas-.” He cut you off, “No, Y/N. You deserve to feel safe, no matter your presentation.” 

You nodded, not making eye contact after he raised his voice. Quickly changing the topic, you made final decisions and put your work things away. As always, you said your goodbyes to the team that had moved to the living area and Rhodes went to walk you out. “Wait, lady Y/N! It’s Friday night, stay for a drink!” Thor called after you, smiling. You and Rhodes turned back, not knowing what to say. Wanda smiled at you, “Yes, please. We’d love to get to know you.” You wanted to say yes, everyone looked so welcoming. Except for Steve, who glared at you. Rhode’s looked down at you, “It’s okay if you’d like to, you’re not on the clock anymore.” His hand gesture outweighed Steve’s glare, so you nodded and walked back to the group. You sat next to Wanda, who patted the place next to her. Rhode’s grabbed a beer for you and himself, the cold drink refreshed your hot throat. 

The team spent the next hour questioning you about your life: Thor and Peter P. wanted to know likes/dislikes, Wanda and Carol asked about your family and things alike, and of course Bucky and Sam had much deeper questions. “So, Y/N, anybody waiting on you at home?” Bucky asked, taking a sip of his drink. You shook your head, “Uh, no. Just my cat, Goose.” Carol laughed, knowing you were the perfect human to watch over the cat. Wanda put a hand on your shoulder, “Really? You are so pretty, though.” You smiled at her, knowing she must miss Vision more than anything, “Nope, you guys keep me pretty busy and I never really looked before that.” Sam chuckled, “Oh, so no mate then? Well, from Beta to Beta, you should have no problem once Rhodes finally gives you the day off.” 

You laughed and cheered with him, until a cold voice sent a shiver down your spine, “Beta? She’s no beta, Sam.” Everyone looked to Steve as he stared holes into your head. You avoided his gaze and kept your head down. Rhode’s had been very careful to keep your presentation under wraps at your desire, not wanting to already be looked down on anymore than normal. Silence filled the room and the air changed as you found your beer very interesting. You could feel his eyes on you as you started to sweat, feeling hot suddenly. No one really knew what to say until Rhodes jumped in, “Rogers, don’t. Or do we need to talk with HR again?” Steve chuckled in response, “I thought we were off the clock? Or does that only go for your pet?” Wanda sat up, arm in front of you and you could see the red glow in her hand, “Stop it, Captain.”

He chuckled again, “Seriously, you can’t smell the stink of Omega rolling off her body?” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Bucky and Sam make a slight sniff motion. You were embarrassed immediately, beginning to hide behind Wanda more, who had only put herself more in front of you. Thor chuckled, “Settle down, children. Let’s not make our new friend uncomfortable.” Too late, you thought to yourself. Peter jumped up from the couch, “Yeah, let’s stop there. Y/N, I can walk you out.” You nodded and kept your eyes down as you got up, Wanda moving to help you. “Now hold on, I thought we were just getting to ask her questions. I have a few,” Steve stood, too. Peter was the only thing in between you two and he turned to face Steve, “Please, Mr. Captain, sir.” Steve didn’t give him a second glance as he started to walk forward. The heat on your body only rose, showing how anxious you were, “What do you want?” Your voice was barely a whisper. Steve huffed, “I want to know who gave you the fucking right?” 

You flinched at his voice, knowing this was a bad sign. Your head shook without saying anything. Steve all but growled, shoving Peter out of the way to get closer to you. You tried to make yourself as small as possible to deter his anger, but it seemed to only make it worse. “Who are you to think you have any actual power here? A sad, pitiful thing. A fucking omega, trying to boss around Steve fucking Rogers!” It wasn’t until his hands were on you and your body felt like it was burning until Rhodes and Wanda were both up, ripping his hand off of you. You cried out as the force knocked you down, Carol trying to catch you and lighten the fall. Everyone else followed, attempting to further the distance between you and Steve. Thor finally managed to get him in a hold as Carol helped you out of the building and guided you to your car. Her hands made your body even warmer. 

You got in and blasted the AC. She gave you a sad smile, “I’m sorry, Y/N. This went way too far.” You looked away from her, “S’not your fault.” She nodded, “Let us know when you get home and please rest. Don’t come back until you're ready.” You nodded and waited until she moved to take off. How were you supposed to go back now?

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Rhodes didn’t contact you until Sunday, asking if you wanted to press charges or wanted Steve to leave. You knew better than that, knowing the behavior wasn’t normal for him. After the somewhat recovery weekend, you just wanted to go back to normal. You couldn’t keep your temp down but assumed it was the omega side, having felt bad about openly upsetting an alpha. Like a professional, you got up Monday and went to work as normal. Something itched at you, like you were forgetting something. Trying to get out of your head, you stopped for your usual coffee and headed up to the compound. The staff didn’t look at you differently so you assumed the event was kept under wraps and headed to your office. You prepared for your morning meeting, unable to keep still and having to turn your AC down. Everything felt weird, your clothes rubbed you weird and nothing felt right in your hands. You couldn’t stop sweating and made a move to go get some iced water, until you remembered that the ice machine on your floor was broken. Fuck me. The closest one was in the kitchen of the living floor for the team. You really didn’t want to see Steve but also needed to cool down. You made a rash decision and went to the kitchen. The elevator ride felt longer than ever and your body felt trapped. Instinctively, you unbuttoned a few more buttons on your top. You made a note to fix that before the meeting. Cup in hand, you tried your best to be quick and scurried to the ice machine. As soon as you hit the fridge, you got as much as the cup would fit and popped a few pieces in your mouth. The relief was instant.

And short lived. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Your heart dropped. You turned and made eye contact with Steve. He was shirtless and sweaty, clearly fresh off of training. You stuttered, unable to form a real word. His hands were on his hips and were clearly clenched. The veins on his arms were popping out and his blonde hair was a mess. His chest heaved and he had no hair anywhere. He was filled out perfectly and the sweats he wore left you wondering if those scientists made him perfect everywhere. You were staring. This made you look up at his eyes that held anger and something else you couldn’t read. 

“I’m sorry, Captain. M-my ice m-machine is b-bro-ken an-.” You were interrupted as he started to move towards you, backing up into the cold fridge. His presence made you feel even hotter, shaking as well. When he was finally in front of you, Steve put one hand up on the fridge handle and another on the counter, closing you in. The cup fell from your hand and ice spilled everywhere, but he kept your gaze. “Oh look, little omega dropped her cup. You made a fucking mess!” You gasped at his voice, which sent chills up your spine and a blush down your neck. He seemed to like that. A lot. His body radiated heat and you felt trapped. His face got closer and his nose almost touched yours, “You’re gonna clean it up, omega bitch.” You almost whined. 

His hands suddenly grabbed your hair and pushed you down, forcing you down to your knees. The touch made you cry out softly, feeling your heat rise. “Pick. It. Up.” His voice echoed in your ear and your hands scrambled to pick up the ice that had already begun to melt. You couldn’t focus on anything but his touch, the two fingers on your neck felt like prongs that just came out of a fire. The ice just continued to melt, but you continued to gather as much as you could. “What the hell is going on here?” A voice said from behind you, but Steve’s grip didn’t budge. “Oh, just this little omega bitch cleaning up her mess,” Steve revealed, keeping his eyes on you. “Captain, let her go!” You recognized Peter’s voice now, snapping out of your own head. “Kid, mind your business,” Steve replied, his voice dropping a few octaves. Fuck, his alpha voice. 

You heard scuffling feet and you knew you were alone again. You felt a drip down your thigh and your eyes snapped up. Suddenly, it all made sense: why you were so hot, why you felt so uncomfortable all day, why Steve was so feral. Your heat is here. And it’s hitting you hard. Steve chuckled, “God, you are a stupid omega, too. Bet you’re quaking with the idea of my cock.” You let a breathy moan, making his finger tighten in your hair. He pushed you down more until your chest was in the slush below, wetting your white shirt. You groaned when the cold touched your skin, causing your thighs to rub together for friction. “Oh, did you like that, bitch? Already begging for more.” Steve chuckled in your ear. He knew what he was doing to you, his words reaching a different level in you. Your hand reached for his knee, craving some kind of contact. 

To your surprise, he let your hand rest there. Finally, he let your hair go and snuck his hand down to your ass, rubbing your left cheek. “You want it, don’t you? You wan- no, you crave my touch.” You nodded at his words, needing so much more. He grabbed your hair again and lifted you up, almost guiding you to your knees, “Look at you, not so much power now. Huh, you little omega bitch?” His words sent you core into an ache, more slick spilling over your heels. His face held a smirk, he had you right where he wanted you. “You want my knot, huh? I can smell how much you do.” You couldn’t control your head anymore, nodding, the pain in your body was too great. A nod was all you could do. A tug on your hair made you realize that wasn’t enough, “Speak, omega.” Your tongue felt dry, “Yes, need it. Need you.” For a second, he softened. His alpha pleased with your answer. 

“Rogers! Let her go!” You went to glance at the voice, recognizing Thor, Rhodes, and Peter. Before you could look too long, Steve used your hair to look at him. “Fuck off, Rhodes. She knows who she belongs to.” His voice still held authority, but was softer as you held each other’s gaze. The footsteps got closer and without thinking, you flung your body in front of his. With your back pressed to his chest and your hands in a defensive, almost territorial, position on both of his knees. You finally looked at the trio, Rhode’s eyes wide, Thor’s chest puffed out and Peter hiding between both of them. Thor went to get closer and you fell farther into Steve, causing one of his arms to wrap around you, helping you stand. You couldn’t move, not wanting Steve to let you go. His touch tightened, causing you to moan out, head falling back against his chest in a bliss. He chuckled, “See?”

Rhodes cleared his throat, “Steve, you know she can’t truly consent like this.” Peter nodded, “Uh, yeah. This isn’t right.” You looked at him, his eyes glued to your chest. You wanted to turn away, and Steve could almost read your thoughts, moving his arm to cover you a bit, “Watch it, Parker. She’s mine.” You nodded frantically, “Yours, Captain.” He mewled at your words. Steve wasn’t gonna waste another second in this conversation. He turned you around and threw you over his shoulder. You squealed a tad, scratching at Steve’s back. He groaned and that sent you wild. The three could only watch as he carried you away, your eyes wild and needy. When you arrived at a door, he pushed and shut the door behind you before carrying you to the bed and throwing you down. You couldn’t look around before he climbed on top of you, forcing you to keep eye contact. 

He grabbed your jaw, “What do you want, omega?” You were quick to reply, “You! Please, I need your knot.” He smirked again, “And who do you belong to?” You moaned as his hand closed around your throat, “Who!?” Your eyes closed, “You!” He squeezed tighter, “Who am I?” What did he want you to say? “Steve Rogers, Captain America, you.” His grip lightened and fell down to your chest, “From now on, no one touches you like this, not even you. No one sees you fall apart, and you can only call me Steve or Alpha. Understand, Omega?” You nodded as his hand started unbuttoning your shirt, “Yes.” He stopped, “Yes what?” You shivered, needing him more, “Yes, Alpha.”

With that, he attacked you with a kiss that was all tongue. His teeth scraped your bottom lip and that could have made you orgasm alone. Your hands went to his hair as your heat became painful, needing to be filled. It clogged your mine and you couldn’t process anything beyond his touch. He moved his mouth down to your neck, kissing right over your mating spot. God, you just needed him to bite down, claim you as his own. You had been so reluctant before about anything like this but with Steve on top like he was, you craved for more. “How many alphas have touched you like this, huh?” He said against your chest, still moving down. Your head shook, in a trance as his mouth moved. “Speak!” His voice was strong.

“None, no one has ev-.” You gasped out as he looked up at you with wide eyes. You tugged on his hair as he spoke, “You’re a virgin?” Nodding, you almost pulled away in embarrassment. Steve smirked, “So. I’m your first alpha?” You nodded again. “And your last, how convenient,” He went back to undressing you, quickly getting you out of your clothes. His sweatpants stayed on and you whimpered, wanting to see his body. His hot breath hovered over your core, so close to where his mouth needed to be. You watched him move closer to you, eyes wide. Steve smirked and gave you a kiss on your core. Your eyes closed and you moaned out as his tongue moved through your folds. Steve’s mouth was magic on you. Never in your life had you experienced something like this, having always spent your heats alone. Fingers prodded your entrance and your head shot up, making eye contact with the alpha above you. Steve smirked as he pushed two fingers inside of you. Your body exploded with pleasure. Steve knew what he was doing to you, putting his mouth back on your clit. His tongue swirled around you and brought you closer to the edge. You cried out, your orgasm just inches away until Steve took his mouth away. Tears flowed down your face, “Steve, please alpha.” 

“What? My pretty Omega bitch gonna cum?” Steve shot at you, his fingers more aggressive. You nodded, “Yes alpha. Please.” Steve chuckled and brought his mouth to your core, pushing you over the edge. A cry broke out of your mouth as you were washed with a pleasure like never before. Steve worked his fingers with your orgasm, pulsing with you. When your cries turned into soft moans, he finally stopped. His fingers left your body and you sat up, feeling lucid for the first time since the kitchen. You scrambled up to the top of the bed frame covering your chest from his gaze. “What the fuck, Rogers?” You blurted out before you could hold back. Your body felt relaxed and almost violated at the same time, having been released from the heat for the moment. Steve’s look softened for a second, before turning angry, “What did you just call me?” 

Your body shivered almost instantly at his voice. He wasn’t just mad, he was pissed. It bothered you how you could recognize his body and the emotion from you. The omega inside you screamed for you to apologize, to present to him ask for his knot. You fought that off for now, “Why would you do this to me? I know you hate me but to-.” Steve lunged and grabbed your throat, pushing your head to the side and kissing your mating spot. “I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.” Your eyes went wide, “What? You don’t hate me?” He continued to kiss you, “No. I hate that you bring this angry alpha out of me,” his head lifted up to look into your eyes, “I have spent years pretending to be a good boy, a fucking Captain America. You come along and bring this animal out of me. I have been craving you for months.” Your eyes widened as you listened. He smiled at you, a true smile. “Captain, I had n-.” His grip tightened and the smile left, “I said to call me Steve or Alpha. You don’t get a fucking choice.” 

The heat ran back into your body, blurring your mind again. You knew you would have to address his clear anger problems, but you couldn’t deny the way he had made you feel. No alpha had ever turned you sideways like he had. “I’m sorry, Steve. I just thought you hated me.” You didn’t know if it was the heat or you, but his hand on your throat made you want more. Suddenly, he released you. Your eyes followed him and you didn’t dare to move away this time. Steve pulled his sweats down and you instantly looked at his cock. You were right, those scientists had made him perfect. Or he was already hung like a monster, but you weren’t in the mood to care. You finally made a move and kneeled in front of him. He grabbed your hair, “What, omega? Something wrong?” His tone was teasing but it made you grab his cock, pumping it like you have seen in countless porn videos. Steve’s head fell back but quickly snapped to look at you as you took the head of his cock in your mouth. 

Steve grabbed your hair and quickly pulled you off, “You can suck my cock later, but right now, I’m gonna knot that pussy of yours. But only if you want me to. I could just eat you out all day.” Your head shook, the heat in your core aching now. Steve smirked, “Okay.” He laid down under the bed and pulled you on top. You were confused until he spoke again, “If you want my knot, you’re gonna get it yourself.” You straddled his hips and then hesitated, lost on what to do next. You had thought about sex before but never actually committed to anything. This was all new territory, heat or not. Steve sensed your hesitance, grabbing your hips before lifting you up on his cock and lining your entrance. You breathed in and then out, guiding yourself down. His cock was large and hot, painful inside of you. The heat urged you on even as you cried out, eyes screwed shut. Steve’s hands remained on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin. 

“Take your time, omega.” Your eyes snapped open and met his, “I can’t. It’s too big.” You began to lift up again until Steve held you still, “I’m gonna knot you, so just drop your hips and breathe.” You hesitated and then listened, dropped your hips quickly. Pain shot through your body as the heat spurred inside, finally satisfied with his cock nodding into your sweet spot. Steve let you stay still for a few moments before picking you up again and then dropping you back down. You moaned out, pleasure coursing in your bones. He was quick to set a pace, essentially fucking you from underneath. You couldn’t breathe, his cock pressing into your body. Your tits bounced so you grabbed them, squeezing your own nipples like Steve had done. 

Steve groaned at the sight as you rushed to the second orgasm of your time. Your moans turned into screams, your core tightening on his cock. Steve shot up and flipped you both, pinning you into the bed as your body clenched. His cock speared you, “That’s two, omega. Such a good bitch for your alpha.” You didn’t respond, mouth sucking air as you arched into his thrusts. Steve’s pace was brutal but effective as you already felt a third wave come onto you. “Want my knot, omega?” Steve spoke to you but you could barely hear him. You nodded anyway, “Please, alpha.” 

You felt his knot catch your entrance. You scratched his back with your nails, most likely causing him to bleed. Steve took a few last strokes before his knot caught inside of you and you came one last time. Your head turned to the side, bearing your mating spot to Steve. He didn’t need to be told twice. Steve’s teeth bit down into your neck, tying you both together. Cum painted your insides as your orgasm crashed down. You were seeing spots and you bit down on you screamed out. Steve didn’t let up on his teeth until you stopped moving, succumbing to the pleasure of it all. He licked at his mating bite, kissing up your jaw line. Your eyes finally opened, looking up to him, “Do you love me?” Without hesitating, Steve says, “Yes, and as long as you wear this mark and let me take care of you, I will die for you.” You were speechless. 

[biteofcherry]

Does Steve ever punish the reader in front of others when she’s being bratty? Or does he wait it out and let her have her fun and then once everyone has left and she’s washed all the dishes he pounces 😍🫣

Steve's too possessive of the reader to allow anyone to see her in an intimate situation and his punishments are of the stripping kind. It doesn't mean it happens only in the safety of the house, after all he spanked her in her own office in a clinic full of people. He will give her a fair warning that she's on thin ice, but if she keeps pushing the punishment will come right that moment, only in a more secluded place.

Also, let's not forget Steve can be creative, so the punishments aren't limited to spankings only... 😏

"How about we get some fresh air?" Steve proposed, pressing his hand against your back with a little force.

He guided you to the terrace which was fairly empty compared to the main floor where people were starting their second wave of dancing after the band's short break.

You were quite surprised Steve didn't drag you out of there much earlier after the little mouthing off incident.

As the night continued, he stayed perfectly calm and charming, as if you didn't notice his eyes darkening in a warning. The fact he didn't react immediately got you worried for your ass once you get home.

The air outside wass a soft caress of a chill. It raised goosebumps on your bare arms and you instinctively leaned closer to Steve.

He led you to the edge, where the top of the railing was overflowing with blooming flowers and garlands of lights twisted between them. There were a few tall bar tables standing around.

"It's lovely," you admitted in awe as you braced your hands on the railing, blooms tickling your skin.

"Mhmm," Steve hummed.

He slid right behind you, pressing his chest to your back. He placed his drink on the table right next to you.

"You got pretty heated up earlier this evening," he said and you knew he meant your outburst.

"Listen, Steve-"

"Shh," he didn't let you explain. "We'll do the talking later. At home."

"For now," Steve swirled a finger in his drink then fished out one of the ice cubes- "I think you need some cooling down."

Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, Steve pulled the back of your dress up and kicked your legs apart with his foot.

"Wha-" your question transformed into a squeal when the ice cold touched the folds of your pussy.

Steve pushed the cube inside of you; with his free hand gripping your hips and holding you in place.

It was shock. Discomfort. And a trigger to an almost painful arousal.

But Steve gave you no time to adjust, no time for the pleasure to slowly melt into your bones along with the ice.

The ice clinked in the glass and less then a second later another cube was pushed inside.

He pressed the third one into your ass.

You pressed your own hand over your mouth to cover the noises, knowing Steve wouldn't be happy if the two of you drew unwanted attention.

"Hold it in, sweet brat," Steve ordered, his tone a harsh whisper against your ear.

He draped himself over you, making it look to any watching eyes as if the two of you were snuggled close watching the view of city at night.

No one would notice your naked ass (the skirt of your dress trapped rolled up between your bodies), or Steve's fingers tracing the trickles of wetness on your skin.

"If your mouth gets spicy again, I'll cool it too, before I use it." He growled.

[obsessivestaringdisorder]

New Destiny

pairings: bucky barnes x oc

Word Count: 6346

warnings: female masturbation, talking through orgasm, slow burn romance, omega reader and alpha Bucky, cursing, mentions of virginity, mentions of dub-con

18+, minors DNI

Requests: Open and Welcome

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Presenting is hard. Coming from a family of betas, we all assumed I would be, as well. My brother presented at 15, my mother and sister were both 14, and my father presented at 16. All betas. When I was finally of age to start presenting, I expected the same fate as the others, no knot, no heat, and no strong scent. As a female, my family also assumed that I would present at fourteen. My mother and father had awoken me to my favorite cake and high expectations. Even when I failed to meet those expectations, a lot of good came around that year: my brother had gotten bonded and married to another beta, my sister graduated high school, I started practicing for school affiliated soccer tryouts, and my father got promoted at Stark Industries. Fifteen was the exact same way with a cake and assumptions of my presentation. Again, nothing happened in a sense of who I was and where I stood in society but more good happened in life: My sister dropped out of her second semester of college and moved into her own apartment which drove my parents ballistic, my mother got one step closer to her dream job at a local bakery and started chasing her own goals, and I made the high school varsity soccer team while also acting in the Queens’ Metropolitan High School’s production of “The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-in-the-Moon Marigolds”. 

I always thought that my family was lucky. My father came to every game with his ‘GO KNIGHTS’ t-shirt that he got when he went to QMHS, of course now we just call it ‘the metro’. He never missed anything, for any of us, and never let work be an excuse to skip something. Mother dropped her easy-living, house wife life to follow her passion of baking and started learning how to take over the ropes so she could one day run the bakery herself. She did everything she could to balance that and loving us, with a smile on her face. Karen, my sister who was elegantly named after our late maternal nana, had a free spirit and often struggled to conform to anyone’s beliefs. She inspired me to love with an unconditional heart and taught me that it was okay to cry. Even when she moved out and skipped out on NYU, Karen always called me after a game if she missed it and never failed to listen to me. My older brother and his wife, Konrad and Daisy, were around constantly and helped whenever they weren’t working or in class. Both of them were subtle and relaxed, their lives seemingly perfect with the high school sweetheart bond. My parents often harassed them about pups, but they seem to be more fascinated with saving for a home and not just their studio apartment. Konrad is a whopping seven years older than me, which made him 22 when I was 15. Karen was older but still in the middle at 20. I thought we were a lucky family. Yet, I turned 16 and I still had not presented. 

My years went on and I was finally deemed a late bloomer on my 18th birthday, which was a week ago. My parents had begun to freak out about my health care; since I was now an adult without a presentation, I didn't have a doctor to see. New York State is very specific about its health laws when it comes to our presentation. Konrad and Daisy never said it, but they had also started to worry over me. Everyone watches me constantly, as if I’ll present at any moment or die otherwise and it is getting offly depressing. Even Karen’s phone calls and visits have been about a plan of action or if I feel any different. Honestly, I could live without a heat or a knot or a presentation of any kind. I just wish I could be like everyone else; all my friends had presented one by one and many have even bonded to another. In ‘the metro’, I had my little pack of people; we looked out for each other and every single one of them have checked up on me since graduation. I had seen most of them present and begin their different phases of life, which made me feel even more alone at times. We had Dom and Lenna, a bonded alpha/omega pair that I’ve known since middle school. They bonded junior year but we all saw how infatuated the pair had been since they each presented. There was also Zane, Carter, and Jayla. Zane and Jayla were our calm, collected betas and they tended to sit on a fence, typically our peacekeepers. Carter was an omega, a title in which he wore with pride since the day I met him. In fact, he often got teased but never tormented as he refused to let any beta or alpha mock him. In his words, “Any alpha would kill for a night with me over any of them”. I guess that’s true, except when it came to Ally Coolishmen. She was an alpha that held no care in the world, regardless of class. Her presentation was the hardest; Ally had always held a brutish personality and when she presented as an alpha, she turned angry and even unintentionally challenged Dom as the pack alpha. With her scenting Carter often enough and Zane and Jayla as mediators, it all got sorted out in a matter of months. Of course, I had no place in the issue. Dom and Ally were literally at each other’s necks, it was as if I had no natural presence at all. I felt no need to keep peace like a beta, I had no want to bow down and accept one as another half of me like an omega, and I didn’t feel the need to join in like another alpha. As my pack I worried for each of them, but it went no deeper than that. Everyone of those people have come to see me and ask me how I felt, which is always the same answer: empty. 

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I woke up today just as normal as I always felt. While I have accepted my fate of nothing, no one else has. Two taps came from my door as it was opened by my father, “Knock, knock. I heard you moving around up here, but isn’t it a bit early for you?” I smiled gently at my father and shook my head, “Not today, I was actually about to walk down to the coffee shop”. He nodded and stayed silent. “Dad, wanna come with me?” I pushed out. My father and I weren’t too close but he was still a joy to talk to. “Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to come to work with me today? We can still walk down to the shop and get breakfast, then just take a cab?” His voice was steady, but his face looked nervous. My father reached to his face and cleaned his glasses; this is what he does when he’s anxious. Something was definitely up. I went to turn down his offer when my gut pulled me to say yes, “Sure, dad.” Dammit. I was supposed to meet Carter for lunch and I had been looking forward to it. Suddenly, I was the one feeling anxious. Maybe this was a bad idea. The smile on my dad’s face soothed me, just a bit. I smiled back, “I’m going to get lunch with Carter at one, so I’ll just meet him somewhere near your work.” His smile got even bigger, “That sounds like a good plan, I’ll even give you some money to bring me something back.” I nodded as he started to back out of my room, “I’ll be ready in like, thirty minutes.” He turned his back to me and threw up a wave before shutting my door behind him. 

I chuckled and began to get ready, applying only a light layer of makeup with an outfit already in my head. I pulled out a light colored pair of jeans with tears at the knee and a loose t-shirt, laceless sneakers to follow. Checking myself in the mirror, I catch my focus on my arms. They are toned and defined, yet smaller and lacking any bulk. My legs were the same way, strong but about as thin as pool noodles. I lifted my shirt to look at my stomach; even if half of it is covered by my jeans, I can still see the small scars from where I got caught in barbed wire as a kid. That was one of my favorite memories of Karen. My phone buzzed and I remembered my father was waiting on me downstairs. “I’m ready!” I shouted as I quickly grabbed my bag and phone, making my way to the kitchen. “Konstellation May, I am impressed. That was only twenty minutes.” He was grabbing his keys when he looked over at me and frowned. My father reached farther and handed me my jacket from the rack, “It is only supposed to get to sixty-five today.” I nodded and shrugged it on. I opened the door and waited as he locked the door before following him to the street. My father and I made small talk while we walked; it’s the same topic he’s always asked, if I had thought about playing soccer in college or what my plans for summer looked like. “Dad, I don’t know if I’d be a great college athlete.” 

He shook his head, “Konnie, you’ll be amazing in whatever place you land.” Dad threw his arm over my shoulder as we neared a street corner. Today felt different somehow. I smiled at him as we crossed the street, “Thanks, dad. I have been thinking about getting a job for the summer and maybe a gap year. Just until I know what I want to do.” We continued our talk until we got to the coffee hut. My dad turned suddenly, “Hey, you’ve always been good at writing and helping mom with her forms and stuff!” You laughed, “Are you saying I should major in being a secretary?” He smiled again, “No, I mean, Mr. Banner has been looking for an assistant. Maybe you’d like to intern for him this summer and that could help you make some decisions?” He stared at me as I thought about it, “Well, I don’t know, dad. Interning for an avenger seems like a lot of work.” We neared the front of the line and both of us ordered, a lavender breve latte and bacon egg biscuit for me and black coffee with a sausage croissant for dad. He paid and we took our items to go, dad’s hand flying up for a cab, “You never know, Kon Kon. Maybe just take today and see how you feel tonight.” I nodded, mouth full of biscuit. His face looked like a kid on Christmas Day. Dad always loved his job. So, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad getting to spend more time with him. 

The drive felt short, but that may have been because dad kept trying to make me laugh and I fell for it every time. I finished up my breakfast but kept the warm latte in my hands, thankful that dad had me put on a jacket. Through metal detectors and clearance checks, a visitor's badge was placed on my chest and I followed my dad to the elevator. Dad scanned his card and hit a button, the elevator moved fast and moved smoothly, though I suspected this since we were in the Stark tower. We hit the top floor and I stepped out after my dad, following his lead and putting my jacket on a hanger. The lab was clean and white, shredded with glass everywhere. I felt like I was going to break something. The lab coat hung around my father’s frame was clean as well, which is surprising since I have seen him eat. I’ll have to remind him to take it off when I bring back lunch. I felt like I was following him around until the elevator made a sound and the door opened. Out came Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, the latter wearing a lab coat with the ‘Stark Industries’ to match the one my dad wore. My eyes followed the two men until they approached my father, speaking only slightly louder when they joined as a group of three. Mr. Stark’s eyes found mine, “I’m sorry, do you belong to me?” A smile cracked from my dad, “No, that one’s my youngest. Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark, meet Konstellation.” 

I smiled and stuck out my hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet both of you in person, my father adores you both.” Mr. Stark shook my hand first, “Most people do say that, but call me Tony.” Dr. Banner followed, “Bruce, and your father has been an excellent addition to my staff.” I smiled at my dad as he shrugged away the compliment. Bruce turned to dad, “May I ask, is this daughter that you recommended as an intern?” My father nodded, “Yes, I was just speaking to her about it this morning over breakfast.” I smiled again as Bruce spoke, “And how do you feel about it, Konstellation?” Taking a second to look at my dad, I answered, “Well, I wasn’t sure this morning, but after meeting you both, I’d be happy to apply.” My dad visibly got excited. Tony nodded, “Not needed, you’re hired. If you are half as competent as your father says, welcome aboard.” I matched my fathers energy and gave him a high five. “I agree, but I actually had a request for you.” Both of our attentions turned to Bruce, “Of course.” My dad had a knowing look, “Mr. Banner, that’s not necessary.”

“No dad, what is it Mr. Banner?” He looked down to avoid my fathers stare, “I just want to know more about your presentation.” Damn, I should have let me father protest, “Well, I don’t have one.” Both men looked shocked as my father looked at his shoes. Tony spoke first, “What do you mean, aren’t you 18?” I nodded, “Yes, sir.” Bruce looked at me confused, “And still no presentation? I’ve never heard of that.” I shrugged in response. For me, this was a normal occurrence. People were always shocked when I told them and the frustration on my father’s face was also not new. Bruce nodded, “Well, that’s interesting. I apologize if I made you or your father uncomfortable. I hope you do not reconsider being my intern this summer.” I smiled at him, “No worries, I’m use to it and my father just worries for me.” We exchanged a few more details before both men left and it was time for my lunch plans. My dad handed me a twenty and said he wanted a shawarma sandwich. I’ll never understand the fascination with that place.

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“No. Fucking. Way.” Carter looked at me, mouth full of pizza. I smiled at him, “Yeah, they even asked me to call them ‘Bruce’ and ‘Tony’.” He took a big swallow and looked back at me, “That’s crazy, KonKon. Congrats on being smart enough to do this.” I couldn’t help but sigh, “I’m honestly feeling nervous, I don’t want to disappoint my dad.” Carter rolled his eyes at me and took another bite. I had always struggled with accepting responsibility, I’ve always been a Nervous Nancy. We continued lunch like normal and he followed me to get my father’s order. “The pack is gonna be so excited for you! Like, even I can’t wrap my head around it.” I laughed, “Promise you won’t say anything until I start next week. Let me adjust first.” Carter's eyes went wide, “Uh, I might have already sent a group message about it.” My head spun to him, “Oh Carter! You freaking troll!” I smacked his shoulder with my hand as he tried to jump out of the line of fire. “I’m sorry! I was just so happy for you.” I rolled my eyes as he opened the restaurant door for me.

I went to place the order, “Can I please get a number one with a side of fr-!” I stopped mid-sentence with a blinding cramp in my stomach. Carter put a hand on my back as I doubled over. “Ma’am, are you alright?” The worker asked, looking just worried as Carter, “Kon Kon, what’s wrong?” I took a few deep breaths and stood back up. The cramp was still there but less aggressive, “I’m good. Just got a bad cramp. A side of fries and a diet soda.” The worker nodded and took my money, looking at me warily. Carter and I sat down at a table and waited for food. He smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, avoiding eye contact. “Well, it’s just, that huge cramp has happened to me.” He said. 

“So?” Carter got closer, so I leaned in too, “That’s how my first heat started.” My eyes went wide, “No, that’s not what is happening to me. No, no, no.” He gave me another sad smile, “Kon Kon. I know you want to belong somewhere; you’ve been through a hard road. What if this is you presenting? Would that be so bad?” I shrugged, “I don’t know.” The worker called for our attention, “Ma’am, here’s your number one.” Carter and I stood up, taking the food and leaving. The walk back to the Stark Tower was long, or at least it felt like it. Carter had bid me good-bye at the restaurant, so I had plenty of time to consider what he said. What if I am presenting? Isn’t this what everyone wants?  I got to the building and had to go through security again, even having a security guard open the bag of food and taking the lid off my fathers drink. That seemed unnecessary. 

I walked into the lab to see a gathering of people around my father and Bruce, none of them had lab coats but seemed to dress in street clothing. I took a step out of the elevator as it dinged, causing the attention to gather on me. Every Avenger was standing in front of my dad, “Kon Kon, come over here!” I swallowed and trotted over, setting his lunch down. “Everyone, this is Konstellation, Ken’s daughter. She is going to be my intern for the semester.” Bruce motioned to me as he talked. I gave a small wave and smiled, “Hi guys.” The first person stepped up, “Hi! I’m Peter, or Spider-Man, but I prefer Pete.” I shook his hand and gave him a bigger smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Pete.” Everyone introduced themselves from where they stood. The last man stepped up, “James.” I smiled at him, this man clearly screamed alpha even if he seemed to hide behind everyone else. “Konnie, join us for our weekly meeting!” Tony exclaimed, leading the way into a conference room. My dad walked beside me and gave me some notes, “Before I forget, let me tell you something. Almost everyone here is an alpha or Beta; that includes Steve, Bucky, Thor, and Tony. Betas will be Clint, Bruce, Natasha, and Carol. Peter and Wanda are our only omegas. Unless you want to include Pepper.”

I nodded and continued to follow the group. As everyone was sitting, another cramp rocked my body. My body froze as I gasped, having to lean against the door frame. My father turned to me, “Kon Kon, is everything alright?” I tried to breath through it like before, but as soon as one passed, another followed in suit. I gasped again and fell to my knees, holding my stomach. My dad followed me, “Konstellation, what is it?” I couldn’t answer, the breath taken from my lungs. My body is hot and the cramp was blinding, making my eyes close. I could feel my father’s hands on my back and they are burning my skin even more. I know all eyes are me and the scene I am causing, making my embarrassment even more prominent. Bruce’s voice flowed in my ears, “Konstellation, what are you feeling?” I turned my head his way, “Hot, cramps.” It was all I could manage. My eyes opened and I saw Bruce kneeling next to me, but not touching my skin. My father removed his hands from me, “Do think that she is - uh, presenting?” Bruce nodded and realization hit me, I’m going into heat. I finally look at all the eyes in the room, some are horrified and others are filled with pity. Tony was talking into his wrist and three people approached me. Steve Rogers stepped closer, “Konstellation, can we help?” His hand reached out to me and my body screamed out, causing my legs to kick me away. His scent reached my nose and I wanted to gag, he smelt strongly of burning campfire and alpha male. Bruce threw his hand up, “Stop, Steve. She can’t handle an alpha’s scent.” Steve stopped in his tracks and backed up, noticing how I was trying to put distance between us. Pete and Wanda warily stepped closer, almost edging towards me. Wanda smelt of snickerdoodle cookies, full of cinnamon and just sweet. Pete had an aroma of lavender. I felt calmer than when Steve had reached out. “Konnie, can we come closer?” Pete asked, glancing towards Wanda. I nodded, my eyes pleading for their help. My father said they were both omegas, which must be why my body felt more compelled to reach for them. Pete stepped closer and reached out his hand. I wanted to take it, but I was afraid. I didn’t want to be in heat, or be presenting as an omega. I had always wanted a presentation, but an urge to be a beta. I shakily took his hand and Wanda looped her arm under mine, both of them pulling me to my feet. I went to turn when Pete stopped me, “You aren’t gonna want to do that.” 

I knew what he was talking about as I moved, the slickness was already pooling between my legs. I grew more hot with their hand on my body, but less aggressive than my fathers. I could see the worry in his face and I wanted to sooth him. Pete and Wanda began to walk me backwards, away from the group with my front to them. My feet couldn’t keep up, but they both began to support me. I heard the elevator ding behind me, “This way, hurry.” I didn’t know the voice, but I could feel the calm wafting towards me. This must be Pepper Potts. When we got to the elevator, I could see the whole team. I tried to smile, but I know it didn’t reach my eyes. Suddenly, I could only meet one persons. James is staring into mine and I felt like I could feel his soul. I whimpered and began to reach out. Alpha, screamed in my mind. The omega in my head fought against what I wanted. “No, don’t.” The same voice called my back and I finally looked away. The blonde next to me smiled sadly. The doors shut and my lungs could breathe again. “Hi, I’m Pepper. We all understand what you are going through, but trust me. You do not want to be with an alpha you don’t know.” The blonde said, Pepper now being confirmed. “Why is this happening to me?” I whispered, looking down on my feet. I felt a hand rub my back, “It’s you nature, Konnie.” Pete said. I hate nature, and I certainly hate secondary genders right now. 

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The three omegas laid my down on a bed that wasn’t my own. I know I’m still in the tower but I don’t know where. Pepper rubbed my hair as Wanda tilted water into my mouth. Pete had gone to get me something to change into as my clothes are being ruined by my biology. My skin felt like I was in the Caribbean, burning and sweaty. Even if my body felt like death, I was grateful for the people around me. Omegas were taking care of me, because they knew exactly what I was going through. If I was at home, I would be alone. Pepper smiled at me, “I know this kinda sucks and you are going to be in a lot of pain, but you do not have to be by yourself.” It was as if she could read my mind. I whimpered again as another cramp struck me. I could hear the door opened with a faint conversation, “No, Bucky. You have to go.” I looked up to see Pete in the doorway with his back to me, a duffle in his hand. James towered over him as we made eye contact, his brows furrowed. God, he’s beautiful. My thoughts were invaded by him, his scent filling my senses. He smells like mahogany and teakwood. It was all musk and worry. My slick fell from my thighs as he spoke, “I just want to know if she’s okay.”

His voice was deep and smooth, causing my body to want him even more. I sat up against the voices of Pepper and Wanda. I just needed to look at him more. He stood tall and gorgeous. “Pete, let me see him.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Pete turned to me, a frown on his face, “Konnie, that’s not a good idea. You can’t think straight right now.” I shook my head and pleaded more. James' eyes were on me and I could smell that he wanted to be near me. His head shook, “Konstellation, I won’t come any closer.” He looked back at Pete as I began to cry, tears slipping out of my eyes. Wanda held my arm as I tried to get up, Pepper pleading with me. Pete looked back at him, “Please, Bucky.” James looked back at him, “Just give her this.” Pete took what he offered and closed the door. I cried out, wanting to see him again. Pete walked over to me and set the bed down and I could finally see what James gave him. A leather jacket sat in his hands. I opened the duffle and found the best items: a teddy bear that Karen gave me, shirts from Konrad and Daisy, some bread and kitchen towels that were my moms, and my dad's lab coat he was wearing just earlier. A pair of my own shorts and a band shirt were at the bottom. “I also got some stuff from our rooms; so you can have calming scents.” The items he held out definitely belonged to each of them. There was a pair of leather leggings that were obviously Wanda’s, a science shirt that must be Pete’s, and a work blouse that smells like Pepper. Then, there was James’ jacket. I easily began shifting the clothes around me, nesting in the scents that smelt like my new friends and my family. Wanda and Pepper moved so I could arrange my items. I nestled in, holding the leather jacket in my arms, taking a deep breath of the scent that smelt like an alpha. “We’re going to give you some time to adjust, Konnie. We’ll check on you later, okay?” Wanda asked. I nodded, focusing on the jacket. I heard them exit the room and waited a few more seconds before standing. I slipped on my own clothes and randomly discarded my dirty ones. Hesitantly, I slipped the jacket on before laying back down. Everything still hurt, but the jacket’s scent soothed me. James’ smell lingered on my body and I felt settled for the time being. 

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Time slowly passed for me, though it was dark out now. I know I need something, anything at this point. I reached down and felt my own core, rubbing myself to the faint scent on me. I imagined the alpha kissing my lips, my chest, and my core. I needed him to touch me everywhere, my body screamed for him. My first orgasm came on fast. My body screamed for an alpha’s touch versus my own. It was a craving I had never wanted, but that point was mute now. I didn't know how to handle it. However, it seemed that I was going to find out fast. I could smell a familiar scent, one that I happened to be thinking of. I stood on wobbly legs and drug my body to the door, flinging it open with all my willpower. James sat against the wall across from the door and his head shot up when the door opened. I know my scent spread to him, probably enveloping all of his senses like he was doing to mine. He quickly rose to his feet and my hands reached out for him. I tripped over the frame and James caught me, my skin instantly relaxing in his hold. I cried out in relief as he wrapped his arms around me. I looked up to meet his eyes, “What were you doing out here?” Not that I really cared, as long as he was here. “I didn’t want you to be alone.” He said, his voice quiet and soft. My brows furrowed, “So you’ve been sitting out here the whole time?” James nodded, slowly moving me back into the room. I did my best to help, but his touch made my knees weak. He shut the door without a sound and scooped me into a bridal hold. 

I wrapped my arms around me, “Please don’t have sex with me. I’ve - uh, never don-.” He interrupted me, “I would never take advantage of you, especially not in your first heat.” James laid me down in the middle of my make-shift nest, crawling in behind me. I pressed my back into his chest and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent uncensored. “Thank you for being here with me.” I spoke. He didn’t respond out loud, but his arm got tighter around me. I reached down and pulled the blanket from the end of the bed over us. I could still feel my heat, but James’ scent made me relax. I know slick was still coming out of my core but I didn’t want to touch myself in front of him. He sighed, “You don’t have to be uncomfortable, I’m just here to support you.” I nodded, throwing all self-control out of the window. My hands instantly pulled my shorts off and proceeded with my shirt, sitting up to do it. I’ve never been naked in front of anyone and my nipples hardened at the idea of James’ being the first. He quickly pulled the blanket up to cover me, as if he was trying to preserve my innocence. I knew I would be grateful later, but for now I was frustrated at him avoiding it. I wanted him to touch me, to look at my body and claim it. I scooted up so my head rested on his shoulder, my neck just inches from his mouth. My core was aching, so I returned my hand to it. Rubbing myself in front of him made me moan out. I felt him turn his head to me, but I couldn’t meet his gaze with my eyes closed. 

I was too focused on my own hand until he whispered in my ear, “You are so beautiful, Konstellation.” His tongue touched my neck, licking over my bonding spot. I came on the spot. I rode my orgasm out with my left hand in his hair and another loud moan. I loved what he did to me, never having realized what I was truly missing out on before this moment. Being an omega was my destiny and suddenly I loved it. I loved having an alpha behind me, urging my actions on yet still respecting my boundaries. The haze cleared for a second and I suddenly felt embarrassed by his gaze on me. His hands were above the blanket, avoiding my breast. “Don’t stop, it’ll hurt again. I don’t want you to hurt.” He whispered to me. Sounds erupted from my chest, as if I was purring at his soft words.

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My heat lasted for five days. I spent every moment either sleeping or touching myself to James’ words. He made sure I ate and drank water, going to the bathroom to shower and take care of myself. James never looked at my body, always keeping his eyes on my face. When my heat ended, a knock came from the door. My father opened the door with his classic, “Knock, Knock.” I looked up to see his face read absolute furry, “You mother fucker!” James instantly sat up, as if to move away and my arms shot up to calm my father, “Dad, stop!” The alpha behind me kept the blanket up, hiding my body from my angry father. My father continued to charge towards us, “No, Konstellation! He took advantage of you while you were vulnerable!” I wrapped the blanket around my body and stood up, “No! He didn’t, dad! James didn’t even touch me.” My body stood in between the two. James got up and stood up behind me, “Sir, I would never hurt her.” I could see my father roll his eyes, “The Winter Soldier would hurt anyone he put his hands on and I saw what I saw.” Others soon followed through the door, Steve Rogers leading the group. Pete and Wanda shoved their way to the front, Pete speaking first, “Bucky, what the hell?” 

“Let’s all just take a second and listen to them,” Bruce spoke. I felt James move from behind me to stand in front of me, blocking me from the view of others. “Bucky, I think you should leave them to talk.” Steve said. I heard the growl from James, “Not until she can have privacy to get dressed.” It made my heart warm, he was still protecting me. I heard shuffling and when I peaked around, most people were gone with the exception of my father. His face softened and he met my eyes, “Kon Kon, I know it’s scary presenting even if we have differences. I can’t let you get hurt.” I moved out from behind James, who seemed reluctant to let me, “Dad, he didn’t hurt me. James never even touched me and he made sure to never look anywhere but my face. He didn’t want me to be alone through my first heat.” My father looked between the two of us, “Bucky, is this true?” James nodded beside me, “Yes, sir. I know that I’ve done unforgettable things as the Winter Soldier, but he doesn’t exist any more. It’s only me, James.” My dad almost smiled, “Okay, but you better watch it.”

James nodded. My father and him both walked out the door, with a lingering look from James. A smile was on his face. I smiled back and he shut the door behind him. I quickly put clothes on, which seemed to include Konrad's shirt and Wanda’s leather leggings. I slipped on my old socks and hesitantly walked outside the room. I tried to take in everything, which was hard for my eyes to believe. My mom seemed to be scolding my father and James as my siblings watched, Tony and Steve were clearly in heated argument, and everyone else seemed to be indecisive on which conversation to listen in on. I cleared my throat and I was, again, the center of attention. My brother and sister ran for me and almost took me to the ground; Karen had her arms around my neck and Konrad was squeezing my stomach, which must have looked funny since he was almost a foot taller than me. I smiled at their embrace, even if they were suffocating me. “You smell different, Kon Kon.” Karen said as she pulled away, “I don’t know how I feel about it.” Konrad straightened his back and put a hand on my shoulder, “I know. It suits you, all chocolate-y and stuff.” I laughed and pulled them closer to me again, “I can finally smell you guys. Konrad, you smell like rain and Karen, you smell like citrus.” They both laughed and embraced me again, though I winced when Karen brushed my neck. She looked at me and whispered, “Did he bond you?” I shook my head, “No, I’d probably feel better.” Karen chuckled, “Good, mom might actually kill him.” I looked at mom and James, who both smiled. My mom walked closer and I left my siblings to wrap my arms around her. She took a deep breath and pulled back to look at me, “God, Kon Kon. You had us all worried.”

I nodded, “I know, mom. But, go easy on James. He really took care of me.” Mom looked back at me and leaned close to my ear, “You smell like him. It makes me happy you weren’t alone.” I smiled and nodded, a little choked up to respond. Pete and Wanda were next to embrace me. Wanda pulled back, “Are you sure you are okay?” I looked back to James, who smiled, “Yeah, I’m good. A lot better than I expected.” Having all of these people surround me just makes me realize how loved I truly am. Pete and Wanda have barely known me a week and are already taking care of me like another omega. Man, Carter is going to lose his mind. I looked around at the room, filled with people who were worried about me and stayed around. While I never dreamed of being an omega, I know knew that I wouldn't want it any other way. I look forward to see my new destiny. 

[ghostlynimbus]

Chapter 6 of Cinnamon Spice (my secret omega!Billy harringrove fic) is up on AO3 now.

Cinnamon Spice

Rated: M

CHs: 6/?

Summary:

The kids are at that age where they’re all starting to present. Steve, the party’s new babysitter and unofficial pack alpha, is stressed enough about the whole thing without volatile alpha Billy continuing to show up at inopportune moments.

(A ‘Billy is secretly an omega’ AU)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[jesslikestowrite]

Sometimes, I forget that half of the fandom is homophobic and I'm just like ???? There are two canon gay characters (at least for now) and the whole cast has gay ships. If you're homophobic, this show is not for you. So get the fuck out.

[obsessivestaringdisorder]

[howlnatural]

the most fun thing about being a fic author is when you know what’s supposed to happen but when you go to write it you realise that, for the event to be plausible, you need to add another 2k of development and establish like six extra things before you can even get to the scene you need to write, and by ‘most fun’ I mean fuck everything someone take this fucking story away from me I’m on strike

[obsessivestaringdisorder]

Then you realize you can’t write the scene you want without a backstory to the scenes you have to write to get to the scene you want.

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Elvis (2022) inspired wallpaper.

[clairyfairry]

please enjoy this meme I made since yesterday I saw the Elvis movie and the fanfics for him ARE DRY 😭😩😩

[obsessivestaringdisorder]

And listen to his songs from the movie. Please.

[obsessivestaringdisorder]

Ten Things I Hate About You, Spideman. by ObsessiveStaringDisorder

(Influenced heavily by Tom Holland’s Spider-Man and “10 Things I Hate About You”, by Leah Kate)

Pairings: Peter Parker x Female Reader

16+ (DNI if under 16)

Word Count: 2983 (but feels longer)

Content Warnings: Mentions of Sexual Situations, Cursing, Intimate Partner Violence (IPV), Heavy Descriptions of Death, Peter Parker Slander, MJ Slander

Please read:

If you are anyone you know is suffering from domestic violence or intimate partner violence, please reach out to those around you or call your national hotline. You can text or call. If you or someone you know needs immediate help, call your national emergency services. You deserve to be happy and you deserve help. Please, feel free to reach out if you need someone to talk to, but also reach out to a counselor or those around you.

America’s Hotline: [phone]

America’s Emergency Number: #911

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Ten, you're selfish.

- “Peter, you can’t keep doing this to me. You promised you would be here and yet, here I am standing alone on the sidewalk. I know you love being Spiderman, but what about me? What about me? This is the third time you have stood me up this month and I can’t keep accepting your awful excuses. I am standing in the rain, alone in New York City, waiting for you because you said you would be here at 7:30. Well, it’s now almost nine and I am freezing. I’m a second choice, Peter. I am always on your back burner. It’s selfish. You’re selfish, Mr. Spiderman. I’m going home, don’t show up.” You hung up, leaving the most honest voicemail yet. Tears mixed with rain as you turned and headed to catch a cab, horrified that Peter, once again, stood you up. You have been in this relationship for two years and you have had enough. You tell the driver your home address with your forehead against the window, unknowingly looking back up at Peter. He was listening to the voicemail with a broken heart as you drove off into the night.

Nine, you're jaded.

-“Thanks for meeting me, y/n. I’ve missed you.” Peter smiled his tired smile at you. You looked down at your drink, nodding your head. “I’m sorry about missing the movie a few days ago, but I heard your message. You’re right, I haven’t been there for you. I’ve half-assed everything, especially in this relationship.” He reached across and put his hand on yours, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. You tried not to react to his touch, how many of these apologies have you heard? Too many. “You say that, Pete. But I keep waiting for you to show up and you never do. I wait for you to fix it, and everything is still broken.” You pulled away, leaning back in your chair with eyes unwavering. His smile faded, “I’m sorry, y/n. Being a hero is not easy and you don’t get that.” Your sight turned into a glare, “I do get that, Parker. I get all of it. I know you want to save and help people. However, I am tired of being a constant runner-up. I am tired of hearing that you miss me and you are sorry, but you were doing something better for everyone else in New York. I’m sorry, but I want to be number one.” You got up and left the coffee shop, leaving a stunned Peter in your wake.

Eight, the dumbest guy I dated.

- You opened your front door to see Peter standing there, “Um, hello?” He smiled at you, “Hi. I wanted to get you something to show that I’m ready to change.” Your heart fell for him. He was never one for gifts and he had apparently spent the money on you. However, your smile dropped when he pulled a dozen roses out from behind his back, “Red roses?” Peter smiled, “Yes, your favorite!” Your glare wiped the smile right off of his face, “My favorite? My favorite flowers are magnolias, we buried my mother using red roses. You wouldn’t know that because you didn’t show.” Regret crossed Peter’s face as his demeanor dropped, “Holy shit, I am so sorr-” You interrupted, “Fuck off Pete.” There were two bangs after that; you slamming the door and your heart skydiving to the floor. Peter leaned back into the wall, hitting his head against the wall, “Stupid, stupid move.”

Seven, talk a big game 'til you're naked.

- “I said, take it off, Pete. No Spiderman, not tonight.” You had laid down the law. The panic on Peter’s face let you know that as he shuffled backward. Chasing him, your fingers caught the mask in his hands, “If you can give me one, amazingly selfless answer, I won’t throw this mask in the garbage disposal.” You had him. “Please, y/n. What if someone’s in danger? I have to help, it’s who I am!” He tried to swipe the mask out of your hand, but you were quicker than that. You took off towards the kitchen with Peter right behind. The mask was already halfway down the sink when he finally said something worth your time, “Y/n, please. Don’t do this, I need that.” You looked at him with tears, “Why? Why do you need to be Spiderman all the time?” He looked at you and closed his eyes, tears falling, “Because Spiderman is a hero. He flies through the city and everyone on the street looks up to him. Criminals are scared of him and no one would look at him like he’s a monster. He inspires people and they love him. No one loves Peter Parker, so I have to wear the suit otherwise no one will care about me. No one will know I exist so I have to be Spiderman so people know that I am real.” Your heart shattered as you looked down at the mask. This stupid mask has ruined your relationship but has hidden every insecurity that Peter had. You could see now how naked Peter felt without Spiderman.

Only six seconds and I had to fake it.

- “Y/n, wait! I’m so sorry! I’ve just been so tired trying to work and be Spiderman!” You ignored him as you fixed your clothes and collected your things, “Whatever Peter. If you didn’t want to have sex, just say that shit.” You heard a huff as Peter tried to follow you with a sheet wrapped around his waist. He grabbed your arm to stop you, “No, that’s not it! I do, I do! Please just give me a few minutes and I can go again. We just haven’t had sex in a while and I got all caught up in the moment!” You sighed as you put your shoes back on, “Yeah I know Peter! It’s because you have been so busy lately and haven’t had time for me.” He shook his head, “That’s not what I meant, baby. Please, you know I can get you there, just give me the chance.” You opened the door, bag in hand, “Yeah, because I faked it last time, dumbass.” You shut the door behind you, leaving Peter absolutely speechless.

Five, you're toxic.

- “You did not just say that to me.” You were fuming, staring at Peter over dinner in the cafe you finally got him to try. His eyes were wide and full of regret, “No, I did not. I did not say that and I especially did not say it to you.” You glared holes into his head “Well, don’t puss out now. You wish I was more like MJ? Explain yourself, Peter.” He shook his head, “No, no that’s not what I meant!” You stood up, grabbing your bag. He rushed to grab your hands, “Wait, please. I just meant that she listens when I tell her about my day, like my Spider-Man day.” You shook your head, “Then she can listen to you everyday. I’m over listening.” He stood up abruptly, sending his chair backwards and drawing attention from the people around you two. “Please, Y/N! I know you are, I’m trying to remember how to talk about other things. I’m still learning.” You continued to walk away from Peter, until he grabbed your arm, “You can’t leave, Y/N. I need you and you need me.” Your arm starting to ache, “Peter, let go of me.” His grip tightened caused you to gasp, “No, I love you and you are going to have to listen to me!” Another gasp left your mouth, “Peter please, you’re hurting me!” His hands were turning white from how hard he had you. “Hey man, she said let go!” A couple stood up, one man with a leather jacket putting his hand on Peter, almost shoving him as the other man gently pulled on you, trying to separate you from him. Peter finally let go of you, staring down with the man in between you, “Look, you don’t understand what’s going on here.” The man next to moved to help you cradle your arm to your chest, looking at the two bruising hand prints on your arm, “We don’t have to, she asked you to let go and you hurt her.” The other guy with the leather jacket didn’t move, “I think it’s best if you let her leave, man. Don’t make this hard.” Peter looked at you and you turned your eyes down, “C’mon Y/N, tell them to back off.” All eyes in the cafe we’re watching the situation and you still couldn’t look at him, “Peter, I can’t. I just want to go home. You’re toxic and you’re suffocating me.” The two men walked you home from the cafe, having left Peter there. Denton and Taylor were kind, having offered to take you to the hospital or the police station. You had politely declined, thanking them for walking you to your building.

Four, can't trust you.

- Peter handed you the extra key to your apartment without looking you in the eye. You took to without touching his skin, walking away from him once again. “Y/N, I’m sorry for your arm. I got scared and I reacted aggressively.” You turned to him and nodded, “It’s not okay, though I do forgive you.” He smiled, “Thank you.” You looked at your watch before glancing at him, “I gotta go, Denton is waiting on me.” Peter looked at confused, “Who’s Denton?” You sighed, “He’s one of the guys from the Cafe, he’s the bigger guy. Taylor is his husband. They’re outside.” His eyes dropped, “Oh. Are they the ones who told you to get your key back?” You rolled your eyes, “No, Peter. I decided that because I can’t trust you. You show up in my living room or my bedroom when I’m not there. Or even when I’m sleeping and I can’t trust you with a key anymore. I’m scared of you right now and I need a safe space. I derserve one.”

Three, you still got mommy issues.

- You stood by the back of the small group dressed in black, holding an umbrella to avoid melting the rain. Peter stood in the back as well as the rain soaked him, numb to it all. His Aunt May was in the ground today and it was the first funeral you had attended since your mother’s and it all looked the same. MJ and Ned were to his other side, with MJ’s arm around Peter. You spared him a glance before walking away, after being dismissed by the priest. Peter gently tugged on your coat, “Please, Y/N. Don’t leave just yet.” Your body turned before you could think, seeing MJ and Ned standing behind him. A sigh left your lips, “Pete, you already have people with you. I don-.” He cut you off, “Please.” MJ glared at you from behind him, “Peter, let her go.” Peter shook his head, “No. I can’t lose you, too. I already lost a mom, dad, Uncle Ben and now Aunt May is gone.” You shrugged, “I don’t have my mother anymore, either. So while I understand the pain from the loss, you can’t milk that anymore. I’m sorry, Peter, but I can’t fix your mommy issues just like I can’t fix mine. I can’t fall for it, again. I’m sorry about May, Denton and Taylor will drop off the casserole I made.” You turned again, walking away from the trio that stared into your back. Peter’s tear mixed with the rain.

Two years of your bullshit I can't undo.

- You were having a nice time, smiling at the man who was by your side. He looked at you, “Can I hold your hand,Y/N?” You laughed and grabbed his first. The two of you walked away from the mini-golf course, laughing about how bad you performed, “Okay, I was really bad, but that clown was taunting me!” Your date, Harry Osborn, squeezed your hand, “Yeah, he was. But I think you just scared him with how beautiful you look tonight.” You blushed, trying to fight the grin off of your face. Harry was a friend of Taylor, who introduced you a few weeks before. He finally asked you out yesterday, after a texting marathon between you two. You stopped him on the sidewalk outside of your building, the walk feeling much shorter due to how much he made you laugh. “I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun.” Harry gave you a weird look, “Really? Taylor literally has been telling me how much of a joy you are, which he was totally right about.” You laughed again, taking his other hand, “Well, thank you. I had a really good time tonight. You are such a breath of fresh air.” Harry smiled, “So are you. How about that movie on Friday? You’ve convinced me to give Robert Pattinson another try.” A smile crept up as you nodded, “I’d really like that.” You bid each other goodbye and occupied the thoughts of one another. Once you were in your bedroom, you did a silly dance as a celebration, until a knock came from your fire escape. You screamed in surprise, Peter waving at you from the window. Furious as ever, you opened the window, “What the hell, Parker?” He climber inside your apartment, even after you tried to avoid it. “Who was that guy, Y/N?” He questioned. You turned away from him, “His name is Harry and he took me on a date tonight, not that you need to know.” Peter threw his hands up, “I thought we were working on us?” You turned back to him, “No, we were working on ‘us’ when you pulled all of that shit in the cafe. You lost the right to work on us when you hurt me and when you violated my boundaries. Now, I get to work on ‘us’ with someone new. You can go fuck MJ again and disappoint other women.” You marched to your kitchen with Peter right behind you, “I already told you, I’ve never been with MJ. It’s only you.” You rolled your eyes, “Well, Peter. It’s not you anymore. I had a great night with Harry and you will not ruin that for me. I have put up with your shit for two years and I’m done. Get the fuck out of my apartment.” You didn’t even spare him a glance as you made a cup of tea to settle in for the night and you didn’t turn until you heard the window shut behind him. Unknown to you, Peter sat on your fire escape all night, listening to your nightly routine that never changed. His back against the brick, he hated himself again.

One, I hate the fact that you made me love you.

- “PETER!” You screamed for him as the Green Goblin held you by the back of your neck, just off the Manhattan Bridge. Your feet dangled above the air as you struggled, Harry screaming for you just feet below you from the railing. Peter, in his persona as Spider-Man, stared down his enemy with holes in his mask, “Let her go, Norman. She has nothing to do with this, don’t do this to your son!” You couldn’t focus as the moving water filled your ears, you didn’t know how to swim. Harry screamed, “Please, Y/N! Help her!” Peter kept trying to negotiate with The Green Goblin, to no avail. “C’mon, Spider-Man. This girl rejected and left you, she moved on while you continued to love her. Save her one last time!” Peter reached closer to you, “Let her go, Norman!” A demonic laugh filled your ears, “Okay!” At that moment, he did just that. The grip released and you plummeted close to the water with screams from Harry and yourself. You reached for Peter as he jumped with you, only to be held back by his antagonist. Everything moved in slow motion as you fell, though you didn’t even have time to cry. You could see a terrified Harry and Peter trying to follow you. You could hear the water and the traffic being stopped. You could feel your hair and the air fly around you. Then, you hit the water, but felt as if you had hit concrete. The water swallowed you as the pain and the cold shock overtook your body. You struggled to move, but the harsh water only made you sink farther from the surface. What was only minutes felt like hours as you fought for your life. Drowning was your biggest fear and here you were, falling victim to it. Your head and lungs felt like they were going to explode until they didn’t. Suddenly, you were at peace and motionless. Your eyes closed and you let go. Peter finally dove in above you, reaching for your hands. He pulled you up and out, laying you on the rocky shore. His movements were fast, pushing on your chest and giving you mouth to mouth. “Please, please Y/N!” This routine did nothing. You remained still and your eyes didn’t open. “No, no, no! I love you! Please, Y/N! Our story isn’t over!” Your skin was cold. “It can’t be over, please.” You didn’t tell him you loved him. Finally, Peter sat back on his heels, mask in hand. Tears ran down his face as he held your hand, giving it a squeeze. You didn’t squeeze back. You never squeezed back again, and it was Peter’s fault for loving you.

[obsessivestaringdisorder]

Deep Affections

Pairings: Thor x female reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, consensual sex, breeding kink, royalty kink (my king), fingering, foreplay, hair pulling, porn with slight plot, raw sex

18+, those under please DNI.

word count: 2407

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It never happened like this. You were in bed with Thor in his suite at the Avengers tower, that was normal, cuddled up with his face at your chest and his head tucked just under your chin. He had one arm around you and one on your stomach, hand on your right breast with your shirt pushed above your chest. Every now and again his thumb slided across your nipple, making it hard and had you softly moaning. You were never one to make a move but this constant teasing on your sensitive breast was making you ache with need. Thor pushed up the rest of the shirt you were wearing and caught your left nipple in his mouth. He wasn’t even using his tongue, just holding such a sensitive part in between his soft lips. A gasp caught in your throat; you knew your boyfriend well, his adoptive brother may have been the god of mischief but Thor had his moments that convinced you that they must share blood. He had to be messing with you on purpose because this kind of teasing brought you near an edge, a cliff that you wanted so urgently to fall off of. As subtle as you could handle, you began to puff out your chest just enough to send a hint to the man laying next to you. His teeth did graze exactly like you wanted but he made no other movement. You sighed quietly and tried again by wrapping your right arm around his head, pulling him even closer to you.

Thor shuffled his body closer; he tucked his left leg in between yours and pulled you towards him so his manhood pressed against your inner thighs with his face flush in between your breast. His beard rubbed against your chest and all you could do was choke on your moans and hope he gets the message. You squeezed your thighs around his leg, rubbing his length in the process. His thumb again moved across your nipple as he adjusted his half hard cock by pushing it harder into your thigh. A gasp rocked through your body as his hip brushed your core, shocking your whole system. Thor’s eyes opened at the sound, “What’s wrong, little dove?” You looked at his face; his eyes were soft with sleep but jaw remained carved by angels. Without speaking, you respond by grabbing his hand that remained on your breast and squeezed, directly making him tighten down on your chest. You ground your core up onto his hip once more and moaned out, your eyes shutting in pure ecstasy; he couldn't ignore you now. Thor propped himself up on his elbow and looked up at you as he smiled, “Oh, were you needing something, Lady Y/N?” You pulled at his body, wanting him on top of you. He remained still and removed his hand, “Use your words.” Huffing, you opened your eyes and looked straight back at him, “Thor, you were teasing me.” He chuckled and glided his finger in circles around your nipple, “Oh poor, Lady Y/N. Was I being mean to you?” You nodded your head and pouted.

Thor chuckled again and moved himself over, pushing you down the bed; his hips were now over yours and his elbows were on each side of your head. You sighed in relief as his legs opened yours and his cock pressed down into your core. “What the fuck are you going to do about it, little dove?” His right hand wrapped itself in your hair and pulled at the base. Your head cranked back and Thor kissed at your neck, dragging his teeth across your skin. Your core throbbed at the sudden dominant action, making you open your neck up to him more. From his Asgardian accent to his brute strength, Thor was the hottest god in existence and you would beg for him any day. “Please, Thor, I need yo-uh.“ You started off until his hand tugged harder on your hair to make you gasp out. Thor looked at you smuggly, “Is that my name to you, little dove? If you can’t even call me by the right name, how am I to reward you?” Your eyes glossed over at what he was asking, what he expected. You were still a little shy towards Thor, even if you loved him. Not that he knew you did, but he certainly knew that he wanted to push your boundaries. “Please, Thor. It’s hard.” Your breath grew ragged as his hand in your hair released you from the rough angle and moved towards your neck, squeezing down. Thor’s expression was dark, intimidating you into a submissive mind state. Goosebumps raised up all over your body and you grabbed at his wrist, a sign of you accepting your now sealed fate, “Please, use me like a slave, my king.”

As soon as it rolled off your tongue, Thor smashed his lips to yours. The kiss was rough, teeth biting at your bottom lip as your hands searched for anything to grab. Your left hand landed on his bicep and your right went to his hair, tugging it out of a loose braid. He pulled away from the kiss to look down at you, observing your swollen lips and beautiful y/c eyes. Thor smiled, “I could get lost in the story of your eyes forever, my lady.” Your eyes opened to look back when the hand on your neck tightened, “But tonight, you can’t cum until I say so. If you’re good, I won’t hold back on you, princess.” The pet name sent tingles straight down to your core and Thor’s hand made you moan. You nodded with the range he gave you and met his gaze. He began to kiss down your chest, releasing your neck to pull off the shirt you were wearing when he laughed, “Is this the shirt I wore today, princess? You must have really needed me tonight.” You laughed with him, “Yeah, I did. You weren’t picking up on any of my hints.” Thor continued to kiss your neck, nipping at your skin every few kisses.

His mouth reached your breasts and locked on, wrapping his lips around one and playing with the other. A moan slipped from your lips as you ran one hand through his hair again and looked down to watch him, being not-so-silent about what you’re feeling. You felt a pool of lava boiling in your stomach, your core begging for him to touch you there. “Baby, please. I’m too impatient for all of this.” Thor instantly pulled his mouth away from your chest, “Oh princess, I thought we just went over what you were to call me.” He ground his hands into your hips in a bruising hold, making you cry out from the loss. You were very quick to correct yourself, “I’m sorry, my king. I just get so lost in your touch.” Batting your eyelashes, you made eye contact as you rubbed your hands over his shoulders. Pushing into Thor’s vanity was a dangerous game, but you wanted to play today. “My king, you just know what to say, how to move, where to touch me. You make me want to beg for you.” Your hands rubbed at his chest before moving to your breast, squeezing your own body to mimic a reaction. Thor sat up on his knees, watching your hands move against your skin. Having his complete attention, your left hand trailed down to your panty line while your right hand pinched at your nipple. You teased a finger into your panties, running a finger on top of and in your core. Your wetness was easily smeared as you touched your clit. A moan fell from your lips and you made a show of it, making sure to lick your lips and make a sound that a pornstar would lust after.

Thor’s jaw dropped while watching you move, he knew that you weren’t bold in your sexuality and to see you be as strong to tease him by touching yourself made him hunger for you. You watched as he took a deep, “Oh, fuck, my little princess. You look as beautiful as a goddess, I’m going to need to put a crown on you when we’re done here.” His words made you shiver, feeling a need for him. Your pussy was soaked and you didn’t think twice about your panties being absolutely ruined by it. Thor ran one hand over your breasts and used the other one to pull at your garments. When his one hand struggled with your curves, Thor used both hands to tear the fabric away. Your fingers hesitated to continue playing with your sensitive clit and Thor noticed, replacing your touch with his. Your lover smiled, “Let me, princess.” You moaned out at his touch, his hands were hot and made your body shiver, “Please, my king. Need you so bad.” Thor snickered, “Of course you do, princess. You’ll need me for the rest of your life.” Two fingers plunged into your core, causing you to gasp out. Thor was not about to take his time, slipping in a third finger to make room for his cock. Your eyes were shut, unable to help it. Thor always made you feel like your body was melting and tonight was not an exception. His other hand pushed down his shorts, pumping his thick member to attention. A coil tightened in your stomach, begging for a release. “Please, my king. I-I’m c-close.” Your words were soft, any normal person wouldn’t have heard your pleas.

The god chuckled, “Not yet. You have to wait for my command.” This pushed you further. Your body was at his complete mercy and you loved it, craved it even. His fingers left your body and you shivered, feeling completely empty. That feeling did not last long. Thor’s eyes darkened as a smirk creeped onto his face, “Present, little dove.” Confusion clouded your mind, your eyebrows furrowing. His strong hands gripped your hips and turned you over pushing you on to your hands and knees. Your hands were then pulled out from under you, making your back arch and your chest completely on the bed. The position was new and uncomfortable, your back straining. You could feel Thor moving directly behind you and pushing down on you, “This is presenting, it’s perfect for breeding my princess and making you submit.” Your eyes widened as you began to struggle, his words overwhelming you. “Wait, Tho- ngh!” Thor shoved his cock into your pussy, drowning your worries into a grunt. The stretch was painful and had your stomach flipping from the new sensation. Rough hands rubbed your lower back as Thor tried to help you relax, he had no intention of damaging you. The idea of children with Thor was not new to you but you had never talked about it together. However, the throught of him fucking you hard and filling you with a baby made you hot - everywhere. Thor hummed as your body took him, “Oh? Did you like that, princess? You like the idea of my stuffing you full of my children? Filling you until my cum is just spilling out?” You moaned in response, moving your hips against his. He took that as a sign and began to remove his cock until just his tip was the only thing left, then slamming back into you, creating a strong rhythm. Thor thrusted in and out of you, his cock hitting that spot inside of you. Your eyes were shut and your mouth was open, letting him know what he was doing was above satisfying.

“That’s it, little dove. Say my name, let those around us know who you belong to.” This cracked your normally quiet demeanor, his cock rocketing in and out of you. “Thor, oh fuck, please my king.” Your voice was loud, near a scream and Thor was bound to get you there. Your pussy tightened and your wetness was about to be dripping down your thighs because of how good he was. Thor felt your closeness, “Not yet, do not cum until I say, or you won’t be getting any more cock tonight.” His words had you holding your breath, it all felt too much, too overwhelming to hold back. Thor was good, and his cock knew that. “Fuck, y/n. Such a good princess, gonna fill this pussy with my seed and everyone will know who you belong to.” His thrusts were getting sloppy and you knew he was close like you. You had to push him too, “My king, please, please! FIll me, king!” Your words worked. Thor grunted and began to get rougher, “Yes, princess. Cum with your king, y/n”. You let go, your coil flying off the handle as you felt a new sensation in your pussy, a wetter one. Thor grunted, “Fuck, y/n!” His seed began to fill you, cumming harder than he ever had. His thrusts stopped, but he rutted you both through your orgasms, chasing the feeling. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. Thor slowly pulled out of you and admired as your juices mixed and poured out of you.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Thor questioned. You didn’t answer him, too shocked by what just happened. Had he really just made you cum by the idea of a baby? You turned to him, ignoring that wetness between your legs and sat back on your heels in front of the asgardian. Eyes wide and heart thumping, you knew you had to ask, “Did you mean it? Or was it just a tease to get a reaction out of me?” Your voice was quiet but strong and your stare demanded an answer. Thor grinned, “Of course I want children, little dove. As the heir to the throne, I know I would one day have a wife and sire children of my own.” He chuckled as your mouth fell open. “I love you, Thor.” You watched his grin grow into a smile, “Happily known, my princess. Though I must say, I’m most upset you claimed it first.” You threw yourself into his chest, a hug you didn’t realize that you needed until now. “My affections run deep as well, lady y/n.” Thor had never spoken so softly, but it was something you could get used to.

[everythingfox]

“Only 1 brain cell between these 2 and it’s being used to eat a box”

(via)

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

When you’re just tryna vibe and you suddenly remember the cringey shit you said 12 years ago

[infinitecrime]

I simply cannot feel sorry for multi-millionaire Scarlett Johansson only earning $20 million instead of $30 million or what the fuck ever because Disney recognised that large parts of the world still can't safely go to the cinema on account of the deadly pandemic and released Black Widow on Disney+ at the same time as in theatres. But then I also support anyone suing Disney for any reason, so you see my dilemma

[everbecomesreal]

The case isn’t really about Scarlett Johansson. It’s about setting precedent for the way actors are paid when content is released on screening services going forward, and Scarlett Johansson is pretty unique in her position of both having a valid case for breach of contract and having a large enough platform, following and wealth that suing Disney won’t completely destroy her and her career.

She offered to renegotiate her contract at the point the decision to release on Disney+ was made, and Disney refused, that is what lead to the case.

The overwhelming majority of actors, even actor’s working for Disney are not millionaires, I know that because I am a jobbing actor, and I earn less in a year then either of my siblings, both of whom have office jobs.

When you get a film or television job, in addition to what you’re paid at the time you also get something that in the UK is called royalty fees, and in the US is called residuals. This occurs when the show or film is shown or licensed on another channel or network, almost always for a set period of time, although Netflix has started buying the rights to small indie films outright.

Royalty checks can be hilariously small. A friend I trained with once got one for £2.07 because their show had just been licensed to be shown on a Thai TV network, but more often they are a lifeline for actors. Most actors work minimum wage jobs in between acting gigs, and when you also have the cost of Headshots, Self Tape equipment, travel to auditions and lost wages whenever you have to take time off to prep and travel to auditions, you understand why equity wages are so high for individual jobs, because that one episode in a soap you got paid £800-£1200 for (minus 10-20% for your agent), could be your wage for 2 months and you would be considered a fairly successful working actor, even if it was your only acting job in that time period.

The case isn’t about a multimillionaire quibbling over how many millions she is being paid, although it’s likely that had Black Widow had a prepandemic release Scarlett Johansson would have been paid closer to 200 million than the 20 million she is being paid. Although Disney is pushing that angle hard so I fully understand why you’ve fallen into their propaganda trap. It is one of the very few opportunities for actors, screenwriters, cinematographers, directors, and all the other hundreds of creatives involved in the filmmaking process to challenge some of the status quo with streaming services and really ask questions about how royalties will work in the future.

There is a reason that the unions are backing the case and that’s because the other way around, breach of contract is a huge deal, there can be penalties of hundreds of thousands of dollars for contract breaches, often on jobs where you are paid a fraction of that, and believe me, Netflix, Disney, Amazon, Universal all persue those payments, and in certain circumstances even go out of their way to blacklist the artist.

If breach of contract is a big deal when actors and other creatives do it, it should be just as big a deal when studios do it, but it isn’t because Capitalism is rarely about rewarding artists and all about bottom line profit.

This case has the potential to really change things and help millions of ordinary, jobbing actors and creatives. I am 100% on Scarlett Johansson’s side with this and any reasonable person who cares about the well-being of artists should be too.

[cacopheny]

^^^^^^^^ this. this right here

[asparklethatisblue]

she has the money for lawyers, let her set the precedent for those who don’t

[bundibird]

You know how an elderly lady got third degree burns to a horrifying percentage of her body because MacDonald's was serving coffee at next-to-boiling temperatures and the lid came off her cup and spilled all over her, and she wanted MacDonald's to pay for her medical fees which to her were astronomical but to a mega corp like MacDonald's was a raindrop in the ocean, and instead of just paying the med bills for this woman they went out of their way to deride her and besmirch her and turn the story into "hur dur dumb American didnt know that hot beverages are hot," and thats the version of events everyone remembers, having been successfully distracted from the truth of the matter by a targetted, vicious, loud propaganda campaign by MacDonald's?

Well that's exactly what disney is doing with this "ScarJo is being horribly insensitive about the global pandemic we're in" and their "we were merely being socially conscientious and kind to let people stream our new movies instead of having to go to the cinemas for them" campaign.

This suit isn't actually about ScarJo. Quite aside from the fact that it IS a breach of contract to do a dual release and not hand over any of the profits from the streaming release (which she is absolutely entitled to), its actually about every single actor and writer and voice actor and etc that has similar contracts with all production companies, most of whom do not have the resources that ScarJo has.

Disney knows that if ScarJo wins this, they will be forced to equitably distribute income from their streaming service to those who have the right to such things. They do not want that.

They want you to pay your monthly subscription and your $36 early access fee, and they want to pocket all of that money, even though a portion of it should be going to the actors and creators of the film.

They know that if ScarJo wins, they will not be able to hoard as luck money. So they are running a discredit campaign.

"Oh look how heartless ScarJo is, for wanting MORE money even tho she already got $20m, and EVEN THOUGH we're in a PANDEMIC and there are people DYING. Its so HEARTLESS of her."

And guess what!! Its working!!!!!! People already aren't huge fans of ScarJo, for a range of reasons, but mostly, people are falling prey to the propaganda campaign.

Don't do that. Don't be the person who thinks an old woman who wants her crazy high medical bills paid because she was handed a poorly secured cup of boiling water is actually just a money grabbing idiot. Don't be the person who spreads Disney's "we're the good guys in this actually" bullshit. Don't fall for it.

This whole thing is SO much bigger than ScarJo.

[obsessivestaringdisorder]

Also, you know that Tom Holland or Benedict Cumberbatch aren’t worried about their contracts getting breached. They’ll most likely be paid the right amount for their roles. Just throwing that out there. (This is not hateful to either of them, I’m just putting out that the only people who are fighting this are women, as of right now.)

[the-nerdy-goddess]

I made some wallpapers from Captain America: The Winter Soldier

[bonky-n-steeb-deactivated202508]

I is here to request the Bonky :3

“You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.” + angst

Let’s get this party started 😏😏

I loved your gifs! I swear to god I’m chuckling 😆😆 also when I read that prompt, the first thing that came to my mind was, mob!Bucky.

Thank you so much for sending this request, bestie! Ily! 🤩🥺🥰 hope you like it! 😘

stuck inside my head

𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩!𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠!𝙢𝙤𝙗!𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || ANGST, SMUT, unprotected sex, daddy kink, orgasm denial, orgasm control, oral sex, spit kink???, implied overstimulation, 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

this is not proofread :/

also alpine is there! ;)

“What is all this?” You asked as you gawked at the whole room filled with delicately wrapped presents. It would probably cost you your whole day just to unwrap and look at each and very one of them.

“Happy birthday, doll! All of this is yours. Beautiful gifts for my beautiful wife.” He purposely reminded you of your marital status. He couldn’t let you live a single day peacefully.

“I don’t want this!” You weren’t going to take even a single thing from this scheming man. Once bitten, twice shy.

“It doesn’t matter if you want it or not. It’s yours!” You clenched your jaw and curled your fingers to form a fist. You wished you could punch him in his pretty face.

“Also, this is the most special gift I have for you.” Despite there being all sizes of gifts neatly packed on the floor, he still held one velvet box in his hand.

He opened it to reveal a sparkling diamond necklace. The lustrous diamonds were intricately arranged into beautiful flower patterns. It truly was one of the best necklaces you’d ever seen.

But no matter how magnificent it was, it was still a trap. “Come here, let me put it on you.” He motion you to come ahead and instead you just scowled.

“You know what? I don’t want anything from you. Wear this yourself!” You spat right in his face. You could see his turn cold and dark losing the warmth there once resided.

“You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.”

His tone was deadly and though you were scared, you still put on a brave face. “Guess what? I already am. I asked you once, and look where it landed me!” Huffing, you walked out of the room leaving Bucky fuming with his anger.

Walking up to your room, you slammed the door shut. You didn’t know which gods you had angered to deserve this fate.

You still remembered how it all started. Back then you had heard a lot of the feared mobster James Barnes. People respected him more than they feared him.

He had a reputation of destroying his enemies but at the same time uplifting the people who asked for help. You were an idiot that you fell for that ploy.

Fresh out of college, you had decided to start a cafe. But for that you needed funds, and none of the banks gave a good enough offer. Finally helpless, you turned towards the Robin Hood of the city.

Bucky granted the loan and soon you had started your cafe. In his free time, Bucky used to visit your cafe. What began as small smiles soon turned into full blown conversations.

You hadn’t expected him to be so caring towards you. You knew what he did for a living, but every night you would convince yourself that he was better than the animal others thought he was.

But life wasn’t a fairy tale, and reality was always gritty. Somehow Rumlow, the rival of Bucky, got the sniff of you and one day knocked on your door.

Afraid, you called the one man you knew who would keep you safe. Bucky had come over to save you like a mad man. You saw with your own two eyes how he beat the crap out of Rumlow until his face was a mush.

And that’s when it had struck you, Bucky wasn’t the gentleman he pretended to be. He was a lion who tore down people. And that wasn’t the life you wanted.

Once he was done with Rumlow, he had looked up at you and made the worst proposal of all time. With his face dripping in Rumlow’s blood, he had ordered you, “Marry me.”

You were planing of packing your bags and leaving the city while this man was asking you to marry him. You both couldn’t be on much different pages.

You had denied, you weren’t ready for a marriage. You had just started your business and you had many aspirations from life. Marrying anytime soon wasn’t one of them.

But that’s when the true nightmare had begun. I’m a cold ruthless voice, he had informed you that you didn’t really have a choice.

His deal was simple, if you denied him, you would have to pay his money the very next day and if you married him, all your debt would be waived.

Bucky just wanted you to be safe. Somehow his rivals were now aware of you and how you had him wrapped around your fingers. And the best way of protecting you was marrying you.

You still remembered how your hand shook as you signed the marriage certificate. You cursed yourself for asking to him for help, you should’ve stuck to a bank.

It was now almost two months to your so called marriage. Your mood hadn’t improved since that day, and in order to make it better, Bucky used to constantly as you what you wanted. He also bought extravagant gifts you weren’t interested in.

Your chain of thoughts was broken by the soft furball that tucked itself in your lap. Alpine purred and stretched herself before settling in your lap.

You had been shocked to know that a dangerous man like Bucky had a beloved pet like alpine. But ever since alpine had met you, you were her favourite.

You could tell Bucky was jealous how alpine only ever came to you and you bathed in taunting him. But if there was a friend of yours in this house, it was alpine.

You ran your hand through her soft fur and petted her. “He keeps on asking me what I want. But even I don’t know what I want. Some days I make meticulous plans of running away but then some days I feel as I won’t be able to live without him.”

You confessed and the cat simply purred in response as if it was listening and understanding what you were saying. You massaged her between the ears as you continued talking.

“There was a time I was in love with him. The truth is I still am. I just pretend to be mad at him because if I don’t, I won’t be able to stop myself from kissing him. He’s kind of pretty you know.”

Busy in your ranting, you forgot to notice that Bucky had entered the room. He was mad beyond his senses when he had come to talk with you, but now, he absolutely melted after listening to your confession.

“What did you say?” Upon listening to Bucky’s voice, you jerked up scaring alpine in the process. The kitty jumped down and walked out of the room swaying her tail.

“Nothing.” You shook your head. Tilting his head, he smiled at you and you didn’t know whether it was terrifying or soothing. “What I heard sure wasn’t nothing.”

“Wh… what did you hear?” Goddamit, why did he hear all the things he wasn’t supposed to? And why were you stuttering at the wrong time?

“You know what I heard.” He started walking closer to you and backed away. Bucky noticed it and stopped.

“What is it? What is so wrong with me that you won’t even look at me? Isn’t it supposed to be simple? You love me, I love you and we live happily ever after!”

You just stared at him for a moment without moving. “You… you love me?” He hadn’t said that before. “Why do you think I married you?”

“Because of your… ego?” You were somewhat scared to say it out aloud. Unexpectedly he laughed out. “Really? I try to impress you every single time and you lash out at me. And I’m the one with ego.”

Well, he had a point. He had married you, but he hadn’t forced you to do anything else. “So… you love me..?” You asked wiggling your eyebrows.

“Yes and I said it, now it’s your turn.” You didn’t realise when he had walked up to you. Your breath hitched when he gently tucked a tuft of your hair behind your ear.

“Say. It.” You would say it, but he needed to work for it. You shook your head, “Say it doll. Don’t you wanna be my good girl?”

“Yes daddy.” You whispered. Your words affected Bucky more than you thought and at that very instant, he pounced on you, clashing your lips together.

You gasped at the suddenness and taking the opportunity, he slipped his tongue right in to explore your mouth. The moan that tore out of your mouth was muffled by his kiss.

You both walked backwards towards the bed. You were panting by the time you separated to breath. “Don’t you have work?”

You could feel the hunger radiate off him. “Work can wait doll, my dick can’t.” You were about to chuckle but before that he pulled your blouse up and tore your bra.

“Oh Fuck!” He knead your breasts before taking one nipple in mouth and pinching the other. Releasing it with a pop, he pressed kissed down your stomach and pulled down your pants.

He pressed fluttering kisses to your thighs and hips. Leaving behind a trail of his saliva. He wanted to map every single inch of your body, but it would have to wait for later.

Getting up, he pushed you back on the bed. You squealed with surprise as you bounced twice. He started unbuttoning his shirt and your eyes refused to move.

You wanted to lick his Adonis belt and abs. His metal arm gleamed in the light and when he crawled over you, you traced the copper lines with your fingers.

Truth be told, Bucky wasn’t sure you would be accepting of his metal arm. But you seemed to be in love with it. Your eyes followed the movements of your eyes and you were enchanted by the arm.

“Daddy.” You softly called him out. All his anger was dissipated by now. He wanted to gently hold you and keep you safe in his strong arms. “Yes, my girl.”

“You’re so pretty!” Your hand was now tracing the scars on his shoulder. You reached up and kissed from his collarbone to his neck.

They all thought he made you his captive by marrying you. But they were so wrong, his heart was a captive of yours.

Bucky felt heat rise in his cheeks at your compliment. You thought he was pretty, nothing in his compared to this feeling.

You moaned as he started sucking and nibbling as he went down your body. He spread your legs further so that he could settle right in between.

Once he had his share of kissing your inner thighs, he finally licked a stripe of your dripping pussy. As he continued his impeccable ministrations, you lost all your coherent thoughts.

You whimpered as he stopped and looked up at you with lust filled eyes. “Say. It.” You stared with wide eyes as he spit on your swollen folds and went back to devouring you.

“Did you just…. Oh god!” This man sure knew how to pleasure a woman. The way his tongue was flicking your clit was alternated by gentle sucks by his mouth.

Your hand was gripping the short strands of his hair while the other was holding the headboard as your back arched up with pleasure.

You were about to cum as he fucked you with his tongue, before that, he stopped. “You’re not gonna cum until you say it.” You whined as he crawled back and kissed you silly.

“Fuck daddy! Please!” Taking his dick in his hands, he just rubbed it on your folds frustrating you further. “What do you want doll?”

You batted your eyelashes and swallowed thickly, “I… I need you! Please! Please fuck me, daddy!” Your desperation was clear in your voice.

The moment your sentence was complete, he slammed right into you. Your channel was wet enough to take him all at once. You both gasped once he was fully seated within you.

“Fuck!” You wrapped your legs around his waist and while you were clutching him with one hand, the other was still holding the headboard.

He couldn’t control his movements once he was wrapped in your tight heat. His lips sucked while his teeth bit whatever skin of yours he could touch as he wildly pumped into you.

You were close and you had to cum this time. But most importantly you wanted to tell Bucky that you felt the same. “Buck… Bucky, I love you!”

He held you tighter and his thrusts became erratic. “I love you too!…. Fuck…. Cum for me.!” Your eyes rolled back and your legs quivered around him as you came the hardest you ever had.

As your walls gripped him, he too came, filling you up with his warmth. You held each other as you both reached the highs of pleasure.

You lazily rubbed your legs over his as you basked in the afterglow. “Happy birthday!” He once again wished you. “Thanks.” This time you were much mellow.

“Gonna make it your best one yet.” You didn’t know what he meant until his hand snaked right back between your thighs. You were on the verge of being oversensitive. “Bucky!” You whined in protest, without really meaning it.

Bucky simply smirked and replied, “I promised you, you were gonna regret being a brat.”

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JAMES RODAY RODRIGUEZ as SHAWN SPENCER in PSYCH (2006–2014)