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The Debauchery Of Captain America, Chapter 14
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“Mmm, bunny, you’re going to look so perfect swollen with my child…Mrs. Rogers…we’re creating a family before we leave here…”
My body ached at the thought of his promise. Everything was entirely too sore.
It had been only a few days since Steve proposed, but he was entirely too serious about his retirement plans. And it felt like every extra minute that we’d had was devoted to him putting a baby in me as soon as possible.
Not only would he not cum anywhere but inside of me, but he’d found a plug in the basement, in one of the rooms, which he insisted I wear between our little interactions to make sure that none of it dripped out of me; to ensure that I truly did become pregnant.
“St-Steve…what is that?”
“A plug,” he said quickly, pushing it across the counter while I made us breakfast, “I-I was thinking…you know…since we’re trying for a baby…it might make sense to wear it…so that…it doesn’t…you know…”
“Y-you want me to put that inside of me?”
He frowned, instantly looking away from me and at his own hands, “it’s a weird request…isn’t it?”
I nodded, warily scanning it as I flipped a pancake, “a little bit. Yes…it is.”
“I’m sorry,” he sighed heavily. A hand ran behind his neck and the frown lines went across his brow, “I just…I was serious the other day when I said I wanted to have a future with you…that I wanted a big family. You mean the world to me, (Y/N), and all I’ve been able to think about is us at a house, raising a family together…tons of little mini me and you’s running around. I want that so bad, bunny!”
“I am too, Steve,” I giggled softly, putting the spatula down. I went up to him and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, “that’s why I said yes…I want to marry you. I want a future with you.”
“Am I rushing this?”
“A little,” I admitted stroking his cheek. He gave me a soft smile, “but I get it…we’ve talked, and I know you’re just worried about losing me. But you won’t lose me, Steve. I won’t run off now that the famous Captain America proposed to me.”
“I’m not going to be cap…not soon anyways,” he sighed as he bit his bottom lip. I frowned, already seeing the anxiety etched across his features, “when we go back, Sam’s going to have the shield. I-I’m going to be done, bunny!”
“And that’s why this isn’t scaring me,” I reminded him softly as I stroked his cheek, “I know that you’re looking for your next thing to put all of your focus into. I know that you are a passionate, driven man, Steve. It’s one of the many things I love about you. You’re going to be an amazing father to our future children.”
“I really want to be a dad, (Y/N)…”
“I’ll wear it, Steve…” I sighed, giving him another kiss, “but I think your swimmers won’t have any problems with finding out where they need to go…”
“I-I don’t even know if I can have kids,” he sighed sadly as he looked at the plug that he’d put on the counter, “I-I mean…you’re my first…and it’s not like I’ve talked to Buck about if super soldiers can…you know…he’s more likely to know, but I can’t ask that kind of thing. It would be really…I don’t know…and I just-I want to take every measure possible to ensure that we can have children…because if I can have them with anyone, I want them with you!”
“I’ll do whatever I can, Steve,” I smiled, reassuring my fiancé, “this is our journey…and I love you…we’ll do whatever it takes. We’ll have a few little baby Rogers’ toddling around soon enough.”
But I’d quickly regretted my words. Every time he came in me, and he put the plug back in, it felt like I was becoming more and more sore. Even sitting down on the dining room chairs was becoming painful, because the plug would push deeper into me when I sat.
It wasn’t like I hadn’t had sex before.
But Steve really had become insatiable. Sex felt like a full-time thing, and that was something I wasn’t used to. The whole ‘I could go all day’ thing was not just for fighting. He really could go all day…and all night.
I sighed to myself as I dug into the salad I’d made myself.
“You okay, bunny?”
I jumped, not realizing that Steve had made his way into the room. Whimpering, I looked up, and Steve had a concerned look on his face.
“Me? Yeah…why wouldn’t I be?”
Steve frowned, “you’re lying.”
I bit my lip, “I-I’m just a little sore, Steve. I-”
I saw the hurt that crossed his eyes, “I-I hurt you?”
“No…no…Steve…I just-we went from no sex to a lot of sex, and I-“
He rushed me, his hands settling on my waist as he pulled me out of the chair and into his arms, “bunny…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just…”
“Steve, I’m not hurt, baby. It-It’s just, a lot to go from nothing to sex at almost all hours of the day.”
“You whimpered when you sat down. A-and when you jumped…I hurt you…tell me what I can do, bunny.”
“Maybe…can we just…take a break on you know…the whole trying so adamantly on getting me pregnant?” I asked nervously, “maybe for just like a day or two…I’m just-well, it’s just…it’s really sore.”
“Of course,” he agreed. He gave me a sweet kiss and then brushed the hair from my face, “why didn’t you tell me sooner? I never want you to feel like you can’t talk to me, bunny.”
“You were just so excited,” I sighed, admitting it to him, “and I didn’t want you to think that I don’t enjoy us having sex…trust me…I really do. It’s like…really natural with you…and it feels so good when we’re in the moment. It’s just-“
“It’s too much.”
“Steve, we had sex nine times yesterday.”
He blushed and bit his lip, “yeah…I just-I guess I’ve been trying to get it all out of my system…you know? I was born at the end of world war one, bunny. There’s a lot of pent up energy there…a lot of…you know.”
“You sound really old when you say it like that,” I teased, making a joke out of it. He smiled, and I felt the tension in the room start to fade away. I reached up and stroked his cheek yet again, “I love having sex with you, Steve. I don’t want you thinking that I don’t. And I love that we’re engaged…and that we’re going to start a family. But my pussy needs a break every once in a while. She needs some air amidst all of the pounding and the massive amount of cum you’ve pumped into her.”
He nodded, his cheeks tinging an even darker pink, “noted…I’m sorry bunny.”
“It’s okay, Stevie.”
“You know, I just feel so good when I’m inside you,” he said bashfully, “it’s like…it’s like I belong inside of you…”
“Are you still horny, Steve?”
He blushed and looked away from me, “maybe…maybe a little…I just-I get it though. We won’t have sex…you need a break.”
“Steve…I didn’t say we couldn’t have sex,” I giggled, playfully nudging my fiancé, “I said my pussy needed a break. You know…there is something else we haven’t tried yet…”
He blushed even more, his cheeks tinging a deep pink; so pink it was almost red as he bit his lip harder, “you mean…I can…”
I felt his hands slip down my body until they settled on my ass. I nodded as he cupped me, massaging my backside, “we can…but I’m taking the plug out if we do…”
He pulled me into a heart-stopping kiss, and I felt myself swooning. The sound of ripping fabric, and my body moving slightly from the force was enough to break us apart. Steve had literally torn off my clothes, and I was standing bare in front of him.
He kicked himself out of his sweatpants and ripped his shirt off. His cock was already hard and standing at attention. I blushed, catching sight of his large appendage.
“Well, someone is eager.”
“I-I’ve wanted to try it for a while,” he admitted nervously. I blushed, turning myself around as I pulled the plug from my core and set it on the counter. I could feel his warm seed from just twenty minutes ago starting to drip out of my abused hole, and down my thighs as I bent over. His hands gripped my cheeks and spread them. He groaned loudly, “fuck…bunny…this hole belongs to me, angel.”
“All of me belongs to you, Steve,” I moaned, feeling him spit on my puckered ring of muscle. I gasped when I felt two of his fingers eagerly slipped into me and start scissoring me open. I braced myself along the counter, the stretch of his fingers enough to already have the invisible cord tightening in my stomach, my head lulling forward, “Oh Steve.”
“Say my name, bunny!” he moaned huskily. My mouth parted when he pulled his fingers out and I felt his cock at my entrance.
“Steve…”
He smirked and pressed a gentle kiss to the shell of my ear, “I want to cum in you…”
“Do it, daddy,” I taunted, wiggling my ass and grinding against his erection. He growled, his cock entering me, and I felt my body tense. He moaned loudly against my ear, one arm looping around my waist, while the other snaked up to my neck, wrapping around my throat. I gasped, feeling him pushing deep inside of me, “FUCK! STEVE!”
“OH FUCK! BUNNY!” he growled loudly, his hips bucking hard inside of me. He gripped my throat a little tighter, and my ass clenched around his cock, “Bunny. Bunny! I’m not going to last…no-not like this.”
“Cum in me, Steve,” I growled in response, feeling nearly feral as his hips repeatedly bucked into me, giving me almost no time to adjust to him, “fill me up with your cum, daddy!”
“Call me daddy again!” he nearly roared, his hips not able to find a rhythm as he bucked wildly.
“Fuck! Daddy!”
His hips stuttered, “Bunny…I-I’m almost-almost there.”
“Daddy, cum in me!”
He roared, his hips stuttering a final time, before he bucked hard into me, forcing me against the counter. My stomach felt warm as he pumped himself into me. His heavy breathing filled my ears, as his warm chest pressed against my back, holding me in place. I felt safe and warm, trapped between him and the counter.
“Bunny-I-I came…” he muttered, “I-I came so fast, I-“
“Thank you, daddy!”
He whimpered, bucking into me again, “God…that-that…I think I like that…I-I like it when you call me that, bunny.”
“Daddy,” I giggled, feeling like I was on my own high. I wiggled my ass at him, and he shuddered, his hands leaving my waist and throat to hold firm on my hips, “do you like that, daddy?”
“Sensitive!” he reminded me firmly as his hips jerked yet again, “to-too sensitive bunny.”
I nodded as he pressed a firm kiss to my cheek. He fought to make sure his breathing leveled out as he nuzzled against me, his cock still twitching inside me.
“I love you, Stevie.”
“I love you too, (Y/N).”
Chapter 15
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Masterlist: Caffiend’s Spooky As Fuck Halloween Recommendation Masterlist
Thirty-one days of Halloween horrors (and whores, I’m looking at you, Ransom!) completed! Please show our Tumblr besties the love they deserve for their hard work!
I’m gathering all my favorite spooky, sexy Halloween reads from my favorite authors here on Tumblr and AO3. All the really genius ones! In one super tasty bundle. Who loves you? Who’s your spooky Mama? Read on for Dark Loki, Dark Steve Rogers, Dark Bucky Barnes, Vampire!Loki, Cult Leader Steve Rogers, Incubus!Loki, the Winter Soldier and more.
1. Rapacity - Vampire Loki
@nildespirandum‘s genius Vampire Loki tale, sexy, scary, angsty as fuck.
2. Danse Macabre - Scary Prophet Bucky Barnes
@imanuglywombat’s terrifying and sexy Bucky and he’s not wearing anything under that robe...
3. Run Like Hell - relentless Winter Soldier
@navybrat817′s terrifying and sexy Winter Soldier tell you to run. DO IT.
4. Come One, Come All. - Dark, terrifying Loki
@lokislastlove sexy, terrifying Funhouse Loki, but it’s not fun for anyone IN his Funhouse. Except for you.
5. Proserpina - Dark, Old God Steve Rogers
@boxofbonesfic and a terrifying descent into an underground prison.
6. Glory, Amen - Old One Steve Rogers
@punemy-spotted and another terrifying descent into Old Ones best forgotten.
7. Destiny - Dark, Sexy, Sadistic Loki
@mdemontespan1667′s sexy, scary Loki. And spiders.
8. 30 Days of Debauchery - kinky sexy as fuck Lokl
@myoxisbroken’s excellent “kink a day” masterpiece
9. Rose Red All Hallow’s Eve - gritty Curtis Everett
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s scary-ass ride with Curtis Everett.
10. A Hex of Infinite Binding - Incubus Loki
@nildespirandum’s sexy as fuck Incubus Loki. In black. Leather. Pants.
11. One, or the Other - Sir Thomas Sharpe and Vampire Adam, OLLA
@caffiend-queen’s filthy musing of one or both of these men impregnating you.
12. Silver Exposure - Dystopian Avengers featuring Pitch Black Steve and Charcoal Grey Bucky.
@xsapphirescrollsx and her terrifying and extremely vivid tale of what happens when you fuck with time travel.
13. One Fateful Christmas - Andy Barber wants you and He Is Deeply Displeased. Also, a blizzard.
@americasass81 and her jolly little Christmas nightmare (dream come true depending on your point of view.)
14. Made For Me - Spine-tingling terror when you realize the life you planned was not the one you were going to get. Mitigating factor: lots of sex with Bucky.
@saiyanprincessswanie’s tasty, terrifying tale.
15. Honey Trap - Sweet, sexy beekeeper Steve Rogers isn’t the sweet guy everything in your little town thinks he is...
@threeminutesoflife’s dark and deliciously twisted Steve. And a toaster.
16. A Summoning From The Depths - An Incubus!Loki Story
@nildespirandum’s Kinktober offering for Incubus!Loki and Witch Nora. With bonus cloven hooves goodness.
17. Dark Commander - Scary-ass Hydra Captain America
@jtargaryen18′s brilliant tale of who Hydra’s vision of Captain America would be
18. I Dream at Night I Can Only See Your Face Roomate!Bucky Barnes
@thedarkplume’s dark, tasty tale of cupcakes and unrequited love. Be careful what you ask for...
19. Next Station - dark, ruthless Loki
@the-soulofdevil a different retelling of what should have happened with Loki on Lamentis.
20. Monstrous - deranged Vampire Loki
@maiden-of-asgard’s terrifying, half-mad Vampire Loki and the Light Elf imprisoned with him.
21. Can’t Run, Can’t Hide - terrifying Mafia!Bucky
@angrythingstarlight’s dark and sexy tale of what happens when you think you can leave Mafia Bucky.
22. Concrete Jungle Rapunzel - insidious, dark Bucky
@imanuglywombat’s stark, heartbreaking tale of what it’s like to be loved too much.
23. Landlocked - Dark Andy Barber and a Selkie
@tonarinotogepi’s tale of what happens when Dark Andy Barber captures a Selkie
24, To Love and To Hold - Sheriff Lee Bodecker and his sweet wife
@sagechanoafterdark How long can you be married to a monster like Lee Bodecker before his evil sinks into you?
25. Scare Tactics - Delicious Chris Evans distracting you.
Chris Evans, you, a spooky movie and his spectacular sexytime skills, courtesy of @jennmurawski13
26. Wilfords Demands and other Darkish!Curtis fics
@sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s sexy, scary tales of Gladiator, Impregnator Curtis Everett.
27. The Cult - Cult Leader Steve and too-trusting Bucky
@queenoftheworldisdead’s spooky tale of Cult Leader Steve wanting something Bucky has... his new wife.
28. Murder, He Wrote - sinister as fuck Ransom Drysdale
@what-is-your-plan-today’s terrifying tale of a celebrity haunted mansion and the reporter sent to cover it.
29. Perfection - emotionally torn and hot as balls Sir William Sharpe
@nildespirandum’s epic tale of pain, longing, loss, genuine terror and the power of love.
30. Wet - shamelessly delicious Jonathan Pine
@devikafernando’s decisive and shameless Jonathan Pine knows exactly how to get you wet.
31. Pain - pitch black Loki
Minnie Rose shows just how angry Loki can be after escaping the clutches of Thanos. And you’re right there to lavish the wildly complicated upon your helpless body.
#Caffiend's Supremely Spooky As Fuck Halloween Reading#Halloween scary sexy story suggestions#Dark Loki#Vampire Loki#Winter Soldier#AU Dark Bucky Barnes#Old God Steve Rogers
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Hell-raisers: The Boys season 3 shakes up prestige TV with superhero debauchery
From Supernatural to supe
"It's Captain America on his a--," says Ackles. "It's as if Captain America gave up superheroism and was just your drunk and inappropriate uncle." More than that, this super-soldier emits toxic masculinity like it's exhaust — another concept at the forefront of season 3. "It's mind-blowing how the most powerful white dudes in the world are the ones that are first to claim that they're being victimized and disenfranchised and persecuted," Kripke elaborates. "We're trying to call attention to what bulls--- that is."
Ackles recalls how Kripke would actively try to push the limits of what you could show on screen during their days working on the WB/CW's Supernatural. The showrunner felt like a caged lion at the time — or at least a lion caged by Standards and Practices censors. To some extent, Ackles knew what he was getting into when, after Supernatural's conclusion in 2020, the pair decided to work together again on The Boys, this time with the narrative liberties that come with making a show for a subscription streaming platform. Still, Kripke managed to push the actor to the edge.
Ackles was game for just about everything season 3 had to throw at him, except for one part of the Soldier Boy arc. The actor called up Kripke after reading the scripts and, based on the pair's accounts of that call, the conversation went something like this: "As a father of three, and a son and a husband and a self-respecting human being, I can't do this. I didn't know where my line was, but you found it." For now, they both decline to say what this scene entailed exactly, but Kripke admits to laughing when he got Ackles' call. Not that he found the situation funny. It was more the thought that maybe they had finally pushed the TV limits too far. "We worked out a compromise where I got what I needed without him destroying his soul," Kripke says.
Urban sees it as a good sign: "When Jensen Ackles is making calls like, 'I don't know if I can do this,' that's when you know you're in the right place." It's clear the cast has a lot of faith in Kripke's vision. When he asks someone to climb into a dead whale carcass, the reply would likely be, "In what shoes?" So, when it was finally time to adapt something that faithful fans of Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson's original The Boys comics have been waiting years to see realized, everyone was on board.
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Just had a thought. Apparently Chris Evans has/ does smoke weed and I was thinking what's he like when he's high does he go frat boy jumping around bro that and that or is he a puppy when he's high like giggly and sweet maybe energetic but after he crashes is super sleepy, and seb probs tested it in college he definitely seems like he would go sweet but dopey. Anyhoe lots of love <3
Yeah!
I think the original article/public thing Chris has said about weed comes from The Hollywood Reporter:
“It’s exactly what you think it is,” Evans says. “A lot of young actors. A lack of parental supervision. A lot of, uh, debauchery. You make a lot of strange connections with a lot of thirsty people, but you kind of are one of the thirsty people, too. It was a great time. It really was. It’s like the L.A. welcoming committee. The same kids I met there are probably still kicking around, meeting the new batch of kids and showing them where to buy weed. You had to know that, back then. You couldn’t just walk into a store.”
So how does that work these days, for you? Can Captain America just walk up in the dispensary?
“You know, I’ve chilled out on weed,” Evans says. “I used to love it, but now I think it’s the one thing that gets in my way. It zaps your motivation. I think apathy kind of bleeds in, and you start to think, ‘Well, I’m not apathetic, I just don’t feel like doing that.’ And it’s like, no — you would feel like doing that if you weren’t stoned. And, you know — I’m 37. I can’t be smoking weed all the time. That’s crazy.”
But also, if I'm not insane, I remember Mackie talking up Chris' ability to roll joints at one point? Although, take that with a massive grain of salt because I can't find the source for that. I may have imagined it haha. Whatever, either way-
Y-E-S
You are entirely fucking right.
"frat boy jumping around bro" OR "puppy... like giggly and sweet maybe energetic but after he crashes is super sleepy"
I see more of the crashing, giggly, sweet puppy than I see the frat bro considering that from the man himself, he says it chills him out so much that he doesn't get shit done. But also, I just think that makes sense for him. It's what I would've thought without hearing him talk about it. Because as much as I love Frat Boy Evans, he turns into a Frat Bro when he's drunk, so... weed would be the opposite, right?
I mean, I don't think that's how things actually work but, it's how I'm imagining it so whatever lol
Plus, now that you have me thinking about it... I'm picturing Chris slouched down real low on an overstuffed couch, smiling with his eyes basically closed, they're so heavily lidded, laughing a little at nothing as he puffs on a joint. He keeps gently whacking himself in the chest and stomach as he laughs. He's still not really laughing at anything and any sober person there would plainly be able to see that but... surrounded by a bunch of other stoners it just carries them along on residual laughter. It's lazy and easy and playful; the only thing on the docket is maybe some video games and music and slurred, incomprehensible conversation. Oh, and naps too. Naps will for sure fucking happen because they haven't got anywhere to be, anything to do, just soaking in the relaxing high.
(Also I keep thinking about Chris getting high with Seb or someone he's dating at the time-- girlfriend, or whoever--and full-on nuzzling his face into their arm or chest. He just fucking loves them and feels safe with them. So, he just nuzzles in and huffs out this little laugh, happy about it, and then, he most definitely will hum out of pure pleasure if they sink their fingers into his hair to play with it. He loves that shit when he's high.)
And for Sebastian...
You are one thousand percent correct, he would go dopey and sweet. Even sweeter than Chris. I mean, Chris he goes get a little puppy-like but it's more pure relaxation. For Sebastian, I feel like it would bring out complete sweetness in him.
Like, he's giggly and silly at first but then as time goes on and he gets higher and higher... he'd go so sweet that he ends up being empty-headed. Lots of staring at nothing, losing time, just being. He smiles and laughs but doesn't really know what's funny, he just feels all space-y.
Which, is completely ADORABLE. By anyone's standards. He's just so simple and sweet when high.
(That or, depending on what strain Seb has or how he gets high--smoking, edibles, drinking, etc--he might not be empty-headed sweet but instead a fucking rascal. I can see that based on how Sebastian sometimes gets bratty and sarcastic, so he might turn into even more of a combative little brat lmao. Especially if he's getting high with Mackie. I feel like they'd be liable to get into giggle fits where they end up poking or slapping each other like literal children. And Seb would tease back or make very, very inappropriate jokes, disregarding his own blush for the stupid honor of one-upping Anthony's shenanigans.)
And get the boys high together...
They would be a pile of mush.
Chris and Sebastian just pile on top of each other and melt. Laughing and cuddling and trying to convince each other that they should start hooking up but... neither of them actually end up starting anything beyond some lazy open-mouth kisses, huffs of laughs plus lopsided smiles pressed into shoulders and chests, and slow, uncoordinated grinding. It's quite the sight.
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Multiverse Of Master Lawrence : Part 2
Part 1
As Wyatt Halliwell I enjoyed a night of messy debauchery in the style of a wickedly evil royal coronation.
The music is boisterously loud with a entire orchestra at my command made the list of my favorite musicians.
Live singers I have love to hear all my life on the radio with no judgements of who I listen to.
The stares, jeers, hurtful words vanish to a a
most welcome silence upon my entrance.
They all kneel at my feet in reverence to my great power to which they must obey only me.
I sit down on my throne watching the festival in my honor begin with the down laid on my head.
Cole and Leo stand one on each side with a glare of darkness thrust upon them they are my body guards.
Last night they begged to me in my royal harem but I need them to stay on task for now anyway.
They bock in jealous rage when a whitish lite blue fiery orb appears on each hand so I throw both.
They erupt finally blowing in to smoke with two guys bowing to me in unison.
I command Cole and Leo to join them as they are in my harem much to my delight of course.
A third zooms in right at my feet taking my hand in his he kisses it slowly.
Once he lands on his feet I can see it is him Dean Winchester from another universe.
He smirks in a leather jacket, fiery red sword in his hand and a mighty hand.
I can’t stand the sight of the world looking on so I send them away.
Climbing upstairs next to him is The Steve Rogers yes The Captain America.
In all his glory Captain America springs in to action in just a white tee and jeans.
He smells full of sweat it covers his body I can see from his clothes are drenched in it.
He leans in kissing me slowly enjoying every last minute of it.
What shocks me more is Clark Kent yes AKA the Man of Steel.
The Superman stand up as the holy power of air flows under his feet and he ascends.
He flew to the top of the staircase with lust and love in his eyes.
“I give you world my lord.” He replies.
Part 2
Chris has no idea I had a surprise for him at all, it is say thank you for the loyalty.
He would wake up to three great guys at his feet.
He yawns waking up to see the man of his dreams propped on the bed.
Their neighbor Dan is hot in a tee shirt and some jeans.
“Ooh Master Chris”
“What the fuck?”
“Language sir”
“Neighbor Dan”
“Yes Master”
“Sir?”
“What?”
“Fuck me?”
“Get over here”
The Black knight from the Eternals pops up out of the closet.
Sword in hand held tightly as he kneels to his feet.
“At your service”
“Why are you here?”
“Master Wyatt willed us to you”
“Did he?”
“I am lucky”
“Don’t push it”
“He gave us a warning”
“If we do anything against his will”
“He will smite us”
“Lovely”
“Let’s not have that”
“We must help you get ready”
“For what”
“His royal coronation”
“He does not like to be kept waiting”
“Let’s not mess it up”
“He will smite me”
“Yes sire”
“Hurry up”
“Hey Master”
“Thor?”
“I was the main gift”
“You took to long though”
“So he sent me instead”
The end
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do my eyes spy rocky horror please tell me everything 👀
So about a year ago I had planned this fluffy Steve fic for Halloween but I thought it was kinda dumb and ended up not finishing it.
It wasn't until I sent a snippet to @sweetascanbee and got so much love and support for the fic that I decided to revive Damnit, Janet!. I'm hoping to have it done and posted at some point in October.
(And maybe Rose Tint My World is it's smutty sequel. Maybe.)
Snippet from Damnit Janet! below:
“Text from Steve,” Mac says, lifting your phone. He gasps. “Y/n, have you still not told this poor man what you get up to every October?”
Your shoulders tense, and you fumble a bit at the clasp on your shoe.
You finish with your shoes, standing up from your chair and stepping back to get a full view of yourself in the mirror. Mac gives you a look through the mirror.
“I told you, he’s old school,” you mutter.
Old school is an understatement. Steve was born in 1918. He’s older than color film, and he can barely say the word sex even when you’re having it with him. On top of that, he’s Captain America, the country’s symbol of wholesome family values and the pinnacle of good men. You can’t even begin to imagine his reaction to you prancing around almost naked on stage while the audience calls you a slut in a camp horror musical about debauchery.
When you straighten up, you catch Mac's thoroughly unimpressed look in the mirror.
You sigh. “I just don’t know how he’d react to all this, and I don’t want to scare him off.”
“As if the sight of you in your underwear could scare any man off,” he scoffs.
You study your appearance in the mirror. You look positively virginal in your white cardigan, pink knee-length dress and kitten heels. This was the image of Captain America’s perfect girlfriend.
Too bad you were going to ruin it by being a whore.
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Part of why I like Bridgerton is the humor.
It crops up in unexpected places. Clearly here control is lost of the hot air balloon. It's supposed to be a dramatic moment and a heroic moment and I'm sure it's that.
But.
But!
The person who came up with the idea of Ben barely hanging on at the end? It's just priceless. Maybe it was direction, or writing, or the actor or collaborative among them all but it's hysterical next to the shot of his younger brother who spent 6 months with sailors, traveling etc...who somehow found time to strip his coat off (also funny) and lead the heroic effort who doesn't look winded at all.
And I love the characters, not hating but honestly...there are things about Bridgerton that are so totally fiction in how presented. But Ben who sleeps off late nights of debauchery and hangovers etc and if not that spends most of his time in studio on his butt painting...having him struggling is actually pretty realistic. And as I said...hilarious.
Some of his fans are offended but dudes one...get a sense of humor. Two...he's there trying to help. Unlike many of his other out of shape compatriots on the side. He gets props for that. But yeah...if you spend most of your time in gambling dens, brothels, late night parties eating, drinking, doing drugs, sleeping the morning away, sex and painting not sure why they find it offensive if he's not Captain America there.
His brothers do some of the other things (not painting) but well Colin obviously spends a lot of time outside as he was traveling and I get the sense wasn't just cooped up in his room on the ship. Probably pitched in there. Probably a lot of hiking and who knows what else depending on what other locales explored. Swimming in the ocean is a possibility. And Anthony, the show has clearly shown he liked riding horses and while I get it's not really shown on the show as Viscount probably tours the various land holdings to see what repairs to authorize or inspecting the soil etc...so he's outside walking the land quite a bit too. We don't see Anthony there helping with the balloon but just saying...
But if the show follows the book Benedict actually ends up living int he country so eventually will probably get more fresh air and exercise. lol
Now Gregory is just a kid and I'm still wondering if he shot an arrow or caused the balloon disaster in some way. He may be in the balloon but he may also be the reason it was out of control. That kid has all the hallmarks of being a troublemaker. Good natured...but many grey hairs given.
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More debauchery and sexiness ahead. Just some of the more..........dirty things Clarke and her mates have done. Not to mention a very inappropriate use of Mjolnir's handle.
Words: 6461, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of Zombie AU NSFW alphabet list
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Captain America (Movies), Captain America (Comics), Iron Man (Movies), Iron Man (Comics), Black Widow (Comics), Black Widow (Movie 2021), Captain Marvel (2019), Thor (Movies), The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer, Barney Barton, Natasha Romanov, Simone (Hawkeye), Matt Murdock, Luke Cage, Danny Rand, Frank Castle, Thor, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Maria Hill, Carol Danvers, Tony Stark
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Tony Stark, Clarke Griffin/Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clarke Griffin/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Clarke Griffin, Barney Barton/Clarke Griffin, Barney Barton/Clarke Griffin/Clint Barton, Yelena Belova/Clarke Griffin, Carol Danvers/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Natasha Romanov, Clarke Griffin/Maria Hill, Clarke Griffin/Pietro Maximoff, Frank Castle/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Matt Murdock, Clarke Griffin/Danny Rand, Luke Cage/Clarke Griffin, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)/Clarke Griffin, Barney Barton/Clarke Griffin/Simone (Hawkeye), Clarke Griffin/Sam Wilson, Clarke Griffin/Stephen Strange, Clarke Griffin/Christine Palmer, Clarke Griffin/James "Rhodey" Rhodes
Additional Tags: Double Penetration, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Daddy Kink, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Bondage, Vibrators, Strap-Ons, Dom/sub, Face-Sitting, thigh riding, Tribadism, Mommy Kink, Breeding Kink
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More debauchery and sexiness ahead. Just some of the more..........dirty things Clarke and her mates have done. Not to mention a very inappropriate use of Mjolnir's handle.
Words: 6461, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of Zombie AU NSFW alphabet list
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Captain America (Movies), Captain America (Comics), Iron Man (Movies), Iron Man (Comics), Black Widow (Comics), Black Widow (Movie 2021), Captain Marvel (2019), Thor (Movies), The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer, Barney Barton, Natasha Romanov, Simone (Hawkeye), Matt Murdock, Luke Cage, Danny Rand, Frank Castle, Thor, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Maria Hill, Carol Danvers, Tony Stark
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Tony Stark, Clarke Griffin/Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clarke Griffin/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Clarke Griffin, Barney Barton/Clarke Griffin, Barney Barton/Clarke Griffin/Clint Barton, Yelena Belova/Clarke Griffin, Carol Danvers/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Natasha Romanov, Clarke Griffin/Maria Hill, Clarke Griffin/Pietro Maximoff, Frank Castle/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Matt Murdock, Clarke Griffin/Danny Rand, Luke Cage/Clarke Griffin, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)/Clarke Griffin, Barney Barton/Clarke Griffin/Simone (Hawkeye), Clarke Griffin/Sam Wilson, Clarke Griffin/Stephen Strange, Clarke Griffin/Christine Palmer, Clarke Griffin/James "Rhodey" Rhodes
Additional Tags: Double Penetration, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Daddy Kink, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Bondage, Vibrators, Strap-Ons, Dom/sub, Face-Sitting, thigh riding, Tribadism, Mommy Kink, Breeding Kink
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'so i got this jewel lore'
agents to act like each other are eating and collecting marble souls
i say focus blood gymnastics
they say, distract everyone enough that they unwittingly join and participate in human trafficking
i said, blood gymnastics
they say, jew Elementary scoot Lore
debauchery: de base bought cherry
disciple: de psy side wind pools
these are the two primary words used before and after, mutilation
Decide, Pool.
Denial Ate Cherry Starbursts
Blame a 'Bot'
Blame a 'Cotton Tail Rabbit Cot'
Blame a 'Potato, Taught Tot Tow'
mental blood clot
"debauchery"
"disciple"
the main to words used in backdoor Knight or gnat body dysphoria
Suck on Euphoria
Suck on Rainbow Sherbet
Purposely get high off the blood and soul of victims.
Say Uncle Sammy
Say Captain Steve
Say Cut their veins and Sleeves
The words "debauchery"
used to say panic attack Bot Tea
used to say panic attack Bot DeDe
used to say panic attack Side Pool
used to say panic attack Ex Psy Mint
experiment, stay "shun"
experiment, stay "ch ch chicken"
desperate ROPE
desperate ROD
this may sound odd, but I heard agents discussing treating bodies like a blended COD
"ch ch ch ch ch ch ch"
"china rodeo"
"cherry's"
"checks"
and "witch witch"
code word "With Cher"
code word "With Chair"
code word "covert Lair"
code word "covert Fan Fair"
chicken lair
blood apple
blood pizza
blood chicken
coverts blame; Bull Shit
coverts blame; Ox Oxogen Harvest
coverts blame; "Halloween came early this year boys!" as discussions of excitement extraction techniques are openly passed around as food resources
Main words that obligate and obliterate american background forces,
"Ch" chicken for china
"Ch" power to witches
cover ups in america,
america loss: Knight Honor
america gain: infestation of global white rats and sauerkraut burgers
Knights. Lords.
Temple Brain Doors.
Reports and Statements,
that completely recale the american nation, during the active mass fallout of white privacy backdoor honor
"Favorite Emporium"
Debauchery: death
Disciple: backdoor lordships
Disciple: Disc Psy Pull
Ch, channel
Ch, church
Ch, chicken
Ch, short change
Ch, slam someones head
Dr. Seuss Horton hears a who
Blame China
Blame Witch
america death que ditch
debauchery
disciple
Bull in Betty Boop
Bull in Make Kashmir Sweater poop
Oxford Brandon
Oxford Bridget
Oxford Whisper Potato Midget
Protect Bridget.
Torey and Corey
Skylore,
Paige,
palestine mage.
Twine Sage
Twine Rage
Twine Old Bubble Ass Age
Twine Agenda
Twine Be A Pretendaauh
Twine, 5 and 5 makes 10
shake ur ass while ur hands are on a wall.
A, Wal.
America.
Not Knights.
Only Rats
sauerkraut chicken burger chunks,
where america's history damn stunk
snitch? or witch?
Wienerschnitzel exposây
exfoliate skin care cosmopolitan
fake code words; "america's favorite museum, Emporium"
say, ch ch ch ch ch ch ch
say, cheese zit white sauerkraut
Ch Ch Ch,
worse than Sh Sh Sh Sh
know the difference between hydras that snake pit each other
Snakeskin.
Snakes, Yes.
Scorpions, No.
Scorpion: Scoop Poop and Piss
Snake: simply hiss 666
if talks of "skits soul fan ticks"
if talks of "skits sky ski discs"
again discussions of premeditated mass murders 'skillfully assaulted'
Skunks,
Skulls,
and Blown Bunks
Enemies sounds:
Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch Ch
Sk Sk Sk Sk Sk Sk
Sip Sip Sip Sip Sip
Allies sounds:
S S S S S S
s s s s s s
sh sh sh sh sh sh
Slip Purs
Cur Civ
escalade german coo-laid
Favorite Sex Add Dick Words
"Temple Ram"
"Raman Noodle"
spectroscopy
spectore
spec tree
poltergeist
command inspector gadget
command gridlock
command peg gay sas griffin
america's death war hall industry
Duces Bro Jeffery Star Wart Bubble
enemy summary america Jasper Knight's
America's Summary:
Goosebump Boxes
Churches Chicken Shits
throw away car, Fiat, Do Pre
"thats if they get ur "ten and 2"
or "5 and 5""
Play a game called
Count to Ten,
Count to Two,
Put Two Fives
and Shake ur Ass
now only speak Hissssss america Oil and Glass
now only speak Drug Sim Needle Strike To The Throat.
Learn How to Empower New Tele Remote
Now only speak Hive
Now only speak Hive+
sssssssttttttt+++++++
ssssssskkkkkkk+++++++
sssssssppppppp+++++++
ssssssshhhhhhh+++++++
now say Spec.
now say Special.
now say My name is Court Marshall
Red Marshmallow
Rainbow Death Strike from Soul Crush Crum
Crum Bells
Crum Bills
Crum Bulls
Crimson, Red
Jasper, Red
Red Deer
Red Bull
Red Ox
Hurricane Temple
Holocaust
Judah Babysitter
Manny, Male Nanny
But Lore
Maid
Rainbow Temple Coo-Laid
Judah, BabySitter
Destiny, Destination
Eternity, Eternal
Nit, Nat.
Bits, and Bats
Say Temple Bat
Say Temple Cat
Say Tombed,
Say Tomb,
Tom Tom Pilot.
America's favorite food and sex crimes
Red Roma Tomato
fix english language with Slow,
not Speed.
Say, Temple Steve
Say, Temple Stefani
Now say,
"do ray me fa, so la ti"
Now say the two primary differences in English shit,
"Potato or Poe Taught Tow"
"Tomato or Two May Tow"
Potato.
Tomato.
american's cyber space deathborg costs of life.
Activate Tom Tom Pilot ProLife99%
Keep 1% crimson needle
america’s disgrace
Now only speak Hive
Now only speak Hive+
sssssssttttttt+++++++
ssssssskkkkkkk+++++++
sssssssppppppp+++++++
ssssssshhhhhhh+++++++
now say Spec.
now say Special.
now say My name is Court Marshall
Red Marshmallow
Rainbow Death Strike from Soul Crush Crum
Crum Bells
Crum Bills
Crum Bulls
Crimson, Red
Jasper, Red
Red Deer
Red Bull
Red Ox
Hurricane Temple
Holocaust
Judah Babysitter
Manny, Male Nanny
But Lore
Maid
Rainbow Temple Coo-Laid
Judah, BabySitter
Destiny, Destination
Eternity, Eternal
Nit, Nat.
Bits, and Bats
Say Temple Bat
Say Temple Cat
Say Tombed,
Say Tomb,
Tom Tom Pilot.
America's favorite food and sex crimes
Red Roma Tomato
fix english language with Slow,
not Speed.
Say, Temple Steve
Say, Temple Stefani
Now say,
"do ray me fa, so la ti"
Now say the two primary differences in English shit,
"Potato or Poe Taught Tow"
"Tomato or Two May Tow"
Potato.
Tomato.
american's cyber space deathborg costs of life.
Activate Tom Tom Pilot ProLife99%
Keep 1% crimson needle
america health hell ultraviolet altar Notari Atari video game systems backdoor ass cord burgers
catches every criminal activity order within only focus Hospital and Jails.
Agents back door willy
Clown hospital play ground
Circus jail fruit loops
win oooooooVerrrrrrr crimes at
Transexual, pussy marbles
and say Atari Health Addict
and say Hell Ultra Basilisk
now say oregano oil
now say red wine oh spaghetti
now say mass honorless america
Atari Glutamate receptors dick berry heart failure
america's favorite Rep Tar Mat
gutter ball, guitar string
fixed at Gluten Free,
Zero Church Bread
now read agents who are excited to arrest and detain, and propane tank
as they talk of Bank
Bankruptcy and Hipsters with Hep C
america's naked mole rat station
america's molest station fanatical enjoyment
International War Lords
Religion War Lords
america's war crimes
War Crimes 'amerixa'
america's deathborg que, industry analysts translations
only animals:
1) rat
2) cow
3) chicken
4) goat
5) bull or ox
6) turkey
7) giraffe
8) snake
9) scorpion
10) sick mallards, geese
11) worms crop circles
12) mosquitoes daddy's blood bank
only instruments
1) harmonica
2) guitar
3) saxophone, jazz
4) tuba
5) ukulele's
only objects
1) balloon animals Wienerschnitzels
only foods
1) pumpkin
2) potato
3) tomato
4) M&Ms
5) skittles
6) jolly ranchers
7) pixie sticks
8) twizzlords
save Wicca
save Wit, intelligence
say History TEch; 70's Slurpy
Period, Dot, Look What I Cot
#allah#god#war#news#public#wicca#pagan#gay#lgbtq#irish#indian#muslim#prayer#asia#asian#freedom#channel#et#tech#blood#soul#jinn#esp#psy#wiccan#tom#england#bbc#satan#jokes
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The Debauchery Of Captain America, Chapter 1
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“Come on punk, you’re just saying that because you’re still a virgin,” Bucky laughed as he punched his best friend’s shoulder. Steve’s eyes widened at how informal and comfortable Bucky was just talking about sex, “When ya gonna man up and take the plunge with your dame?”
“Me and Steve are waiting for-“
Tony nearly spit out as his coffee as his eyes shot to the two super soldiers. He held up his hand, cutting me off, while pointing at Steve, “I’m sorry, did robo-cop here just say that you’re a virgin, capsicle? You mean that she hasn’t taken a ride on your flagpole?”
Steve blushed.
While he had never been embarrassed by that fact before, there was something about the way that Tony had said it that made Steve feel ashamed of having never been with a woman, and it was written all over his face. I bit my bottom lip as I took Steve’s hand in my own.
“Haven’t you and capsicle been dating since he went rogue, and we finished the whole snap thing?” Tony asked incredulously, turning his attention towards me. I stopped sipping on my coffee and looked to Steve. I nodded, “i-it has been almost a year since Steve and I met…I-I don’t know about the rogue thing...but me and Steve are taking it slow.”
“And he hasn’t boinked you yet?”
This time it was Pepper who spit out her coffee, “alright, Tony, I think that’s enough of you getting involved in Steve and (Y/N’s) love life. I’m sorry sweetie, he’s bee-“
“No, no no, I won’t stand for this!” he said in a firm tone, cutting Pepper off, “if there’s anyone in this world that seriously needs to get laid, it’s Rogers. He’s worse than an old timey film where the married couple sleeps in different beds…”
“For your information Tony, we haven’t slept in the same bed either,” Steve said proudly. I sighed as he let go of my hand and crossed his arms over his chest, “(Y/N) and I are waiting for the perfect time, and I didn’t want to invite her over, then rush off for a mission last minute.”
“Were you planning on holding off til you retired?” Tony asked with a scoff, “your girlfriend is a cute young thing, bang her already.”
“TONY!”
“What?” he asked. Pepper shot him a glare and he sighed once more, “fine. You know what. Here. I’m going to make sure that you guys have an amazing anniversary, up at my lake house. No distractions. Just the two of you. For the month. You two are going to have a great anniversary month. Forget a night. You two have been dating for almost a year and you haven’t even slept with her. Just tell me one thing, Rogers. Tell me for the love of god she’s not leaving your balls red, white, and blue?”
Bucky nearly choked on his coffee as he began laughing at Tony’s shocked expression, “oh…wait…you haven’t even heard the best part yet, Tony.”
“BUCK!”
“The furthest they’ve gone is kissing,” Bucky chuckled, clearly amused by the situation, “he’s never even gotten so much as a hand job from her.”
And this time, I felt my own cheeks tinging a deep red color, and my urge to hit my boyfriend’s best friend had never been so strong.
“Buck, you’re being a little punk right now!” Steve said angrily, pushing himself away from the communal table. He stomped off and I frowned, watching him disappear.
“Well, aren’t you going to follow him?” Bucky teased playfully, knowing what I would say before I even admitted it aloud.
“I-I’ve never been to his room,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper as I looked to the ground. I bit my lip as I looked away from the rest of the avengers. I frowned a little more as it caused me to reflect on my relationship with Steve and just how innocent it truly was. With a sigh, I collected my bag and pushed myself out of my chair “I-I should go, or I’ll be late for class…can you tell Steve to call me later?”
“I’ll tell him, sweetie…you get to class.”
“Thanks Natasha.” I whispered sadly, as I started towards the door.
“Why can’t she just text him like a normal person?” Tony asked, feeling confused on why they had to pass along a message.
“Her parents are really strict and won’t allow her to have a cell phone,” Natasha frowned, “and since she still lives with them, it’s what they say goes. And anyways, she’s only nineteen. Steve is her first real boyfriend.”
“Well shit…capsicle really knows how to pick them, doesn’t he?”
Chapter 2
#steve rogers#marvel#marvel au#the avengers#captain america#steve rogers smut#the debauchery of captain america#captain america smut#bucky#bucky barnes#winter soldier#the winter soldier
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Looking out at the party scene below him, hundreds of the most elite guests, special invite only sprawled in decadence scantily dreamed of by others, Steve knew only one emotion.
Emptiness.
All the glitz, the glamour. The power of the position he now held. It was all so...empty. Meaningless. The music blaring and the women and men--decadently dressed and hedonistic in their every move--either networking or drinking in the pleasure and debauchery of the scene--reminded him a long, long forgotten era. The show girls. The World’s Fair. Being a prop...
Bored. His newfound power and ability rendered painfully useless. Dolled up for display and aching--relentlessly--for some way to make use of himself. To live up to all his promised potential.
Here. Now. The newest inductee to the prestigious and mysterious Hellfire Club; Steve Rogers, formerly known as Captain America, had leverage. Power he’d never been able to tap as an Avenger. Ways to circumvent the bureaucracy and endless, ENDLESS red tape of the government, what was left of SHEILD and everyone else. A new found means to actually get shit DONE.
And yet here he was, dolled up and standing on the sidelines. A spectacle. A prop. That’s what this damn gala made him feel like.
The blonde took another deep drink from his glass as he viewed the sprawling villa from the balcony above. Asgardian wine, black market he guessed. The only thing able to get a super solider even mildly intoxicated without draining all of the party’s provisions dry. But he was only on the edge of tipsiness; the sweet warm spot of not caring about much. He couldn’t care anymore. After everything...he was too angry. Tony was dead. Natasha was dead. Bucky was gone. Sam? He had no idea. Nor any of the others for that matter. He was left alone, just like before.
Steve sighed, and was about to resign himself to someplace quiet he could brood for the evening, unbothered by the masses. Until his eye caught on something. A man with dark glasses, despite the late hour. He might have dismissed this as an eccentricity--lord knew there was more than enough floating around this particular party--but then the man’s cane caught his eye. A blind man. Invited to a Hellfire Gala? From what Steve had learned about his new “companions” this seemed unusual.
As the blonde stared, he started to think maybe he had seen the man’s face somewhere before, though he couldn’t quite place it. The itch in the back of his brain increased, nagging him. He frowned, irritated with his memory and decided--what the hell?--he’d go ask the man for himself. Not much else to do was there?
He swallowed the rest of his wine and left the glass sitting on the railing, making his way down to the lower floor, blue eyes fixed on the man the whole time to make sure he didn’t lose him in the crowd.
The sea of expensively dressed bodies parted for him, the super soldier ignoring the pawing hands he felt trying to touch him and derail his mission.
“Excuse me,” he said--the boy scout in him shining through even now. Even--fucking--now. He reached and lightly touched the man’s arm to get his attention, already understanding what the glasses were for. “You look familiar. Have we met?” he asked, genuinely curious. It wouldn’t be the first time he had run into faces from his past here. Much as that hit him in ways he wasn’t sure how to process. It took him a beat before he realized how presumptuous he was being and blushed; “Sorry, I’m assuming alot here. Just habit when you have a very recognizable face. I’m Steve. Steve Rogers.”
#@defectivexfragmented#muse: Steve Rogers#ship: Steve/Matt#Hellfire Gala#not sure what to name this yet#dark Steve
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or, as they say at samwell, “penitus potes.” shitty gives the toast at jack and bitty’s wedding. for @zimbitsweddingofficial and day two of zimbits wedding week: the wedding itself!
just for fun, a draft version of the beginning of this fic with lardo, ransom, and holster’s “helpful” edits can be found via google doc here. hope y’all enjoy! <3
Good evening, everyone! On behalf of Jack and Eric, thank you all so much for being here tonight, and welcome to what could very well be the most highly anticipated wedding reception of 2019. I mean, this party was planned by the likes of Suzanne Bittle and Alicia Zimmermann. We are in for a treat, folks.
Before we get to all that, I’d also like to extend a particular welcome to those in attendance who are part of the playing, coaching, and/or office staff of the Providence Falconers. Glad you could all make it this evening; I know this past week was a little bit busy for you guys.
[Insert appropriate pause and gesture to the punch bowl, which on closer inspection is actually—oh yeah—the Stanley Cup the Falcs won three days ago. Hold for inevitable applause, general hysteria, and/or hooting/hollering from Tater.]
For those of you who don’t know me, I’ve been trying to decide whether I should introduce myself by my first name, which will inevitably get me mocked by my friends until the end of time, or by my nickname, which will definitely scandalize anyone who has not spent a significant amount of time around twenty-year-old guys who play hockey. However, as I look around the room, I’m realizing that most of you probably either raised, spent significant time around, or were once a twenty-year-old guy who played hockey. To the rest of you, I am profoundly sorry.
So, hi! I’m Shitty, and I’m Jack’s best man.
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Being someone’s best man, as I’ve realized over the last few months, should really come with a playbook or an instruction manual or something, because it’s a task unlike any other you’ll ever take on. In addition to being a friend, you have to be a confidant, an expert at bachelor-party debauchery (I think my college resume definitely prepared me for this part) and someone who’s not afraid to step in to make last-minute decisions so the grooms don’t have to. You also have to do all of these things without getting fired from your job or stepping on anyone’s toes, up to and including: the couple getting married, the other people in the wedding party, the grooms’ parents, the wedding planner, and most importantly, Moomaw, whose word is law around here.
(Seriously. She made the pie tonight, people. Bow down to her.)
But as much as the role can feel a little bit like you’re being thrown in at the deep end, it also definitely comes with its perks. Tonight, I have both the honor and the challenge of somehow summarizing how much I love Jack and Eric in a speech that is heartfelt and witty yet also brief so that we can get to the aforementioned pie as quickly as possible. If you’re still following me here, that is a tall order—but here goes nothing!
I met Jack Zimmermann on our first day of freshman year at Samwell, during the bright, hot summer of 2011. I was participating in the time-honored tradition of moving into a dorm on the third floor of a building with no elevator and no air conditioning in the middle of August. It builds character, or so the good folks in Samwell administration probably tell themselves. Anyway, athletes got to move in early for preseason, so I was expecting to be one of the only guys on the floor for at least a couple days. I was just carrying the last box into my room when the door next to mine opened and—well, you can probably guess who walked out.
Now, I grew up in Boston, which means I also grew up around hockey culture. I’d heard the news that Jack was coming to Samwell, so I knew who he was when he stepped into the hall in that same vague way that you kind of-sort of recognize celebrities hustling down the street or through the airport with their sunglasses on. And he gave me that same vibe—“I know you know who I am, and I’d very much like not to be bothered about it.”
Here is something that will not shock you if you know us: Jack was the first friend I made in college. Here is something that might shock you if you know us: That definitely doesn’t mean we were friends at first. By his own admission, Jack wasn’t at Samwell to make friends at all. He told me, much later, that he was only planning to go to play hockey, get his life back on track, and keep his head down as much as possible.
So in retrospect, maybe it was an unlucky thing for Jack that he ran into the one person who wasn’t going to let him do that.
Because no matter who you are or where you’re from, freshman year of college breeds a unique kind of terror I’ve never felt anywhere else. There’s a lot of pressure to completely remake yourself, to become the person you maybe never could have been in your hometown. By coming to Samwell, I wanted to be a different kind of kid than the one that Andover had raised. Jack wanted to be a different kind of kid than the one he’d spent twenty years telling himself he had to be. As much as neither of us wanted to admit it, we both wanted similar things out of our college experience, and we needed a support system to do that. And so, however begrudging the two of us were about it at first, we started to bond more and more.
It wasn’t always easy. For one thing, my idea of a good time was a lot louder than Jack’s—who enjoyed such scintillating pursuits as “watching golf” and “going to bed at a reasonable hour”, neither of which were quite in my vocabulary at the ripe old age of eighteen. Also, if it’s before six in the morning, he has a hard time remembering to speak English, which used to make for a lot of stilted conversations between the two of us as we walked to early morning practice. (On a completely unrelated note, the first and probably only thing I ever learned in Québécois is how to swear.)
I don’t remember the exact tipping point at which Jack and I really became friends; I think it was more of a quiet acknowledgment that we liked having each other around, that we balanced each other out in ways that neither of us initially knew we needed. What I do know is that, slowly but surely, I started to get glimpses of the Jack that exists off the ice. And so began one of the most extraordinary journeys of my life, because the only thing crazier than knowing Jack Zimmermann is actually knowing Jack.
Here are some things that I’ve learned in the process: He’s on his third pair of neon yellow running shoes, which he buys specifically because the color makes him happy. Before either of us tried Eric’s pies, the only thing that could make him cheat on a meal plan was a sleeve of Double Stuf Oreos. (Don’t ask him how to eat them correctly unless you’re interested in a twenty-minute speech on exactly how they have to be pulled apart.) And he loves Captain America, although it is the opinion of this best man that America’s ass has nothing on his hockey butt. Have you seen that thing? It has Internet fans in at least two different countries.
But I digress.
In our sophomore year we lived next to each other again, by choice instead of by chance, in what I can only describe as the pinnacle of American college living: the Samwell Men’s Hockey Haus. We used to pull the comforter off of one of our beds and climb out onto the roof and clear off the snow so we could share the blanket, look up at the stars, and listen to the bass thumping through the wall of the house next door. On nights when other things felt confusing, this one part of my life was clear. There’s something about sitting out under the open sky that just makes it easier to talk to a guy, you know?
Some nights the conversations we had were funny. Some nights they were serious. Some nights we said nothing at all, just sat secure in the knowledge that someone cared enough to exist alongside us for a little while. There was always an unspoken agreement between us on nights like these: I got your back. For me, Jack’s friendship became a rock, a refuge. It’s something that I came to depend on that year and still do to this day.
As for the content of those late-night conversations—well, some things do have to stay between friends. I’m sure Jack will agree, especially because he has so graciously allowed me to get up here and lovingly roast him just a little bit.
So let’s skip ahead again, to yet another August, the start of our junior year, and the arrival on the scene of one Eric Bittle. This kid burst into our ranks like a ray of Southern sunshine and turned pretty much everything upside down in the process. In the first five minutes of being in the Haus, he somehow made us a pie? Folks, I'm not kidding, it was the best thing I’ve ever eaten. We were a bunch of guys who didn’t know what we were missing until we had it, and let me tell you, it was one hell of a semester after that. In pretty short order we had curtains on the windows and baked goods on the counters, and Samwell Men’s Hockey started to become not only a team but a family.
That was off the ice, at least. On it, things were a little more complicated. As our dear friend and former goalie John Johnson said to me, Jack and Eric hadn’t gone through their character development yet—whatever that means.
Take our third or fourth practice with the full team that year, for example. It had gone… uh. Poorly, would be a word. Later that night I heard some rustling on the roof outside, and God knows I was willing to do just about anything but my homework—so I stuck my head out the window and there was Jack, watching the stars. I asked him if he wanted a buddy, and he said alright, so I slid out and sat down next to him.
That was pretty usual for us at this point. What wasn’t usual was the topic of conversation. The first thing Jack said to me was, “Bittle’s gonna get eaten alive when our schedule starts.” (Remember, people, they’re married now!) The second was, “I want to help.”
Here’s another thing about Jack: Underneath the veneer is a guy who just cares so intensely it’d shock you if you knew nothing else about him. It shocked me a little that day. I think it even shocked him to admit it, to the point where I had to say, “Jack, it’s not a criminal offense to care about other people. Even if it feels like you’re doing it for yourself.”
So he helped. He offered an olive branch, and Bits took him up on it. I’d hear the two of them get up in the morning, hours before the rest of us had to be at Faber, for checking practice. None of the rest of us ever knew exactly what went down, but one thing was for sure—Eric put in a ton of work to overcome some of the fears that had followed him to college. He got better, and Jack relaxed. The two of them really started working as a team, and things started looking up from there.
The day that they told us they were dating was pretty amazing. Eric is so full of light no matter how bleak a situation may look, but that day he was literally almost glowing. And I’ve seen Jack in moments after victory and loss, at his best and at his worst. But I’ve never seen a Jack who was so happy, possessed of such confidence in a decision he’d made, as I saw him that day at brunch. And that’s when I knew this relationship was really special.
From there, many of you know the story. You watched it play out on ESPN and social media and the front pages of every single gossip magazine on the supermarket shelves. But if you’re sitting here with us tonight, you also watched it play out between Jack and Eric themselves. You’ve watched them handle expectations as a united front. You’ve watched their unfailing dedication to each other while they navigate the pressure of being some pretty big firsts. You know that, behind the scenes, these are two incredibly genuine people who bring out the best in each other and are dedicated to doing that every single day.
In the last four years, I’ve watched Eric become self-possessed and confident because he was given the space to do so. In the last six years, I’ve watched Jack grow from a kid with a chip on his shoulder and something to prove to a guy who finally believes that he deserves all the good things the world has given him and then some. If you take nothing else away from this speech, I want you to know this: I’m incredibly proud to call myself a friend to both of them.
Jack, Bits, you’re always gonna be my brothers, my best friends, and two of the finest damn men I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. I wish you both a long and happy marriage. Take care of each other, be good to each other, and never forget where you started—as a team.
So please join me in raising your glasses, everyone, and as they say at Samwell—penitus potes to Jack and Eric!
#shitty knight#jack zimmermann#eric bittle#zimbitswedding#omgcp#check please#this idea jumped into my head and refused to leave#shitty & jack & bitty friendship my beloved#my writing
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-Defender//6-
Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six
just a lil chapter. Next is the last.
Read here on AO3.
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Tony’s hand isn’t as burned as he feared. Once the initial redness wears off, the skin is just tinted pink and a little raw. Still Rhodey supervises down in Tony’s lab while the younger man applies burn cream to the tender skin. On top of all the callouses and scars that his hands already bear, he’s surprised he even feels it at all.
“I’ve never heard you so quiet before,” Rhodey says from where’s he’s seated on a stool on the other side of the lab table, the surface strewn with first aid supplies. The man’s dark eyes track his every move, mouth in its characteristic frown. “I’ve never actually heard you be quiet at all. This must be serious.”
“It’s not, really,” Tony says. But as he says it, he loses his confidence. What happened upstairs seems pretty serious: seriously concerning, seriously unexpected. In a deep, vulnerable place, Tony was seriously grateful. “Peter is protective. I recruited him a few weeks ago when I found him scaling the side of the building.”
Rhodey’s eyebrows climb up his sloped forehead. “Mutant?”
“Enhanced,” says Tony, slowly refilling the first aid supply kit. “Bitten by a radioactive spider, believe it or not. He’s got super strength, agility, and scopulae that help him stick to nearly any surface like Velcro.”
“Goddamn.”
“My sentiments exactly.”
“So why are you the surface he’s stuck himself to?” Rhodey asks.
Tony lets the question linger, pondering it. This is Rhodey, who has seen him in all manners of debauchery, who has seen every high and low of Tony’s up-close-and-personal for the last thirty years—but that doesn’t mean it gets any easier to see the disappointment in his face. It doesn’t mean that Tony doesn’t fear losing one of the last people who cares about him, who tolerates him at all.
At last Tony says, “I think he’s kind of in love with me.”
“Kid’s got a crush?”
“Yeah,” Tony admits. “And—he’s not the only one.”
Rhodey sighs, reaching up to rub at his forehead. “Jesus, Tones. How old is he?”
“Legal. Not that it makes it any better with more than twenty years between us. Steve doesn’t approve. He thinks I’m grooming the kid.”
“These people don’t know you at all,” Rhodey says. “Tony. Tony, look at me. That’s not the kind of guy you are.”
“He’s the most righteous man alive,” Tony says. His hands shake, weakness, like leftover DT’s from the day she stopped drinking an inordinate amount of alcohol and only indulged on occasion. Weakness. All he’s made from are a dozen different weaknesses stitched together into the shape of a man. “You know me. Obviously I’m not one for self-reflection. But when the man who used to kill Nazis for a living always thinks the worst of me, maybe it’s because there is worse in me.
“Peter treats me like the sun shines out of my ass, all because I treat him like a fucking human being, but he barely knows me. If there’s one thing history has taught me, it’s that there’s Captain America’s side, and then there’s the wrong side. I always end up on the other side. Always. If Peter isn’t careful, he’s going to end up there with me, and that’s not what I want for him. He’s good, I think. In his core.”
“So are you,” Rhodey says. “None of the Avengers know you, and you don’t even know yourself. If you did, you wouldn’t let yourself be treated like this. At least this kid seems to have some sense, even if he’s subtle as a brick wielding it. I feel a lot better about spending so much time in DC knowing that someone is here and in your corner.”
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Peter rests his forehead against one of the glass floor-length window panes in his room, mouth full of sticky-sweet cherry flavored pastry. He can barely taste it. Up this high, Manhattan looks fake beneath him, a toy city that he should take care not to step on, like the lego structures he used to leave out around May’s apartment when he was a boy.
May. The pain of losing her never gets easier. There is no coping, there is just forgetting. Times when his mind is so full up with other things that there is no room for even her, when he’s working on a machine, when he’s training with Natasha in the gym. Then in moments like this, her memory comes rushing back in, and it’s like the grieving process starts over. She dies again to him, every day.
Are you ashamed of me? Peter wonders, looking into the cloudless sky. There is no answer.
May had never liked violence, but she was fierce in her own way. She believed in justice, she believed in compassion. Would she think he overreacted in the kitchen when he’d threatened to tear off another enhanced’s limb? Or would she think him justified, if she knew of the things Steve and the rest of the team had done to Tony? Just thinking about it makes his blood boil. People who had hurt Tony physically and emotionally, people who had no respect for him, people who still took advantage of every bit of his goodwill. Unremorseful people.
Glancing down, Peter sees that he’s crushed his other poptart to crumbs. Kneeling down to sweep them into the palm of his hand, his spine goes stiff, just a brief moment of warning—someone at the door, not Steve, not Tony, someone—before there is a firm knock. Abandoning the crumbs, Peter opens the door a crack, afraid of who might be on the other side.
A dark, serious complexion greets him.
“Hi,” Rhodey says. “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” Peter says, opening the door wide to let him past. He catches a brief glimpse of the other Avengers standing huddled together, eyeing Peter’s room with wariness before he shuts the door on the image.
It must look strange, a young man whose room is so empty. No photographs on the wall, no pile of clothes on the floor, no posters or game consoles. The bed is made (unslept in most nights, though Rhodey would have no way of knowing that sometimes Peter feels more comfortable in enclosed spaces, that he curls up inside the closet empty except for clothes hangers or that he crawls underneath the bed to sleep). Combined with his display in the kitchen, he can’t imagine what the older, distinguished man must think of him.
“Is Tony’s hand okay?” Peter asks. He can still hear the pained hiss the man made when the steaming coffee spilt onto his bare flesh. It makes that feeling come up in Peter all over again, that feeling like he has swallowed fire, fury like acid that eats at his stomach, fury that he wants to spit out at someone. At Steve Rogers. “I should have stayed to make sure.”
“It might blister,” Rhodey says. “But he gets worse down there in his lab on the daily. That’s not why I’m here.”
“Why are you here then?”
“Tony is important to me. The most important person in my life except for my own mother. I’ve been watching his back since he was a teenager, and short of dying, nothing’s ever going to change that. That’s either going to make us friends or enemies, Parker. Your choice.”
On the lengthy list of threats Peter’s received in his life, this is easily the most charming. Rhodey isn’t even enhanced. Peter could kill him without breaking a sweat, could tear his head from his body, could pull off his arms and legs the way other kids do to spiders, to smaller, weaker creatures. But there’s still something formidable about the other man. At the very least, there is something respectable.
“Anyone in Tony’s corner is someone I want to be friends with,” Peter admits.
Rhodey’s expression softens. He holds out a hand that Peter meets with his own. “Then you’re alright by me, kid. You could use a lesson in picking your battles, though. It doesn’t take enhanced powers of deduction to see that Rogers wants you off the team.”
“I’ll fight any battle that protects Tony.”
“And when you’re on the bench because Rogers has convinced the Powers that Be that you’re too unpredictable to be in the field? Who’s going to be protecting Tony then? Too many injuries have happened on missions because not a single one of them can be counted on to have Tony’s back. You could change that, if you’d get a grip on your temper,” Rhodey says. Peter’s shoulders sag—he hadn’t even thought of that.
“Sometimes I can’t help it,” Peter admits. “It feels like there’s this monster inside of me. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde or something. When they say something bad about Tony or when they hurt him, some flip inside me gets switched. How do I stop?”
“You’ve got to choose what’s more important to you,” Rhodey says. “Protecting Tony or avenging him.”
For a long time after Rhodey leaves, Peter stands at the wall of windows, staring out unseeing at the city below while he cycles through everything that Colonel Rhodes said, wondering again and again, Why can’t Peter do both?
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“This is like, a foreign language to me,” Peter mutters, flipping through the textbook that Tony had retrieved for him. The cover reads FUNDAMENTALS OF ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING. The glossy margins are filled with Tony’s tiny scrawl, and Peter runs his fingers reverently over the writing trying to imagine a fifteen year old boy scribbling on each page. He’s seen pictures, newspapers archived on the New York City Public Library computers of a young, handsome boy crouched beside a robot he built, smiling into the camera. Fifteen years old, and this had been nothing to Tony. Peter is twenty and it takes him ages to get through a single paragraph, googling foreign terms on his phone and struggling to understand the abstract concepts.
Tony glances up from his StarkPad. He balks at the expression on Peter’s face and turns the tablet off, sitting it aside. “Come over. We can go through it together.”
“You’d explain it to me?” Peter asks, raking his eyes over the older man’s face. Fuck, Tony is so handsome. That look he’s giving Peter, too, the unbearably tender kind, the fond kind, it makes him all the more beautiful. He’s not above asking Tony for help. His pride was one of the first things he had to let go of when he began to live and sleep rough. “I feel like an idiot.”
“You’re far from an idiot,” Tony says. He pats the seat next to him and they sit shoulder to shoulder, close enough that Peter can soak up the man’s warmth, struggling not to sway ever closer. Tony has his own gravity, and Peter often feels helpless to it. “You’re self-taught. It’s no wonder that a lot of this technical jargon isn’t connecting.”
They make it through the first chapter together, and Tony was right—much of it Peter was familiar with, though it hadn’t been presented in terms he knew. Tony is an excellent teacher, too. Patient and insightful, witty. He soothes Peter’s fears that he isn’t smart enough, builds confidence in him that maybe he could learn to be an engineer the way he’d always dreamed.
“We should send you to school,” Tony says afterwards, handing Peter a chilled Coke from the refrigerator. “An Avengers Scholarship, maybe. Full ride, all the amenities, only the best schools and tutors.”
“You mean you won’t be my private tutor, Mr. Stark?” Peter asks, letting his eyes get wide and sweet. Most older men find the guileless thing sexy, but Tony just laughs at him.
“I wouldn’t want to put your education in jeopardy. People will hardly be able to say I’m an unbiased educator,” Tony says. The warm, dark eyes drop to Peter’s mouth for just a moment before looking away, drinking deeply from his own Coke. “Though I’m sure we could come up with some incentive program for good grades.”
“Incentive program, oh,” Peter laughs. “I like the—”
An alarm begins to sound, loud enough that Peter feels it in his teeth and deeper. It’s louder, harsher than the sound of Tony’s doorbell. The reaction it evokes in the older man is visceral as well, eyes going wide, jaw going tight as he taps at his glasses. The sound cuts out of the penthouse, but Peter can hear it continuing on in the floors below.
“What’s wrong?” Peter asks. “Are we under attack?”
“Someone is. That’s the alarm for the Avengers to assemble.”
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The people under attack are on the west coast. Some ‘half-rate magician’ (Dr. Stephen Strange’s words, not Peter’s) had accidentally conjured inter-dimensional creatures that they couldn’t control nor send packing. The Avengers are being sent to round them up and with the assistance of Dr. Strange, send them back to where they’ve come from.
For the first time, Peter meets Director Nick Fury, a black man with one eye and a direct way of speaking that Peter can appreciate. Around the table are seated seven other Avengers: Natasha, Steve, Clint, Sam, Wanda, Vision, and Tony himself. After Fury ends his briefing on the situation, Steve stands and begins to formulate the briefest bones of a game plan and—
Peter isn’t in it.
“Sorry, kid,” Steve says. “You’re not yet cleared for field work. Maybe next time.”
“I’ve been working with Natasha for weeks,” Peter says. Colonel Rhodes words play on a loop in Peter’s brain, and they’re his lifeboat in the sea of anxiety that threatens to drown him. Peter needs to stay calm and play it cool. It’s the only way he’ll be allowed to have Tony’s back, and he must have Tony’s back. “This seems like the perfect mission for me to get my feet wet.”
Tony sits beside Peter, silent and stiff. Director Fury watches all of them with a cool, knowing gaze when he says, “He’s got a point, Captain.”
“We’ve got protocols for a reason,” Steve says. “Putting you in the field before you’re ready is an easy way to get hurt, Pete. Sorry, but the answer is no.”
All eyes turn to Fury, who nods to Steve magnanimously. “Don’t look at me,” he tells them. “That’s your team leader. It’s his call.”
Peter listens to the rest of the plans with his hands clenched in his lap, knuckles turning white. He cycles through every stage of grief, and as soon as the team breaks to head to the room where the helicarrier will take them to California, Peter catches one of Tony’s wrists to keep him from filing out of the room, just another soldier under Captain Rogers’s command.
“Please don’t go,” Peter mutters. Director Fury watches them unabashedly, his arms crossed. Tony lifts a hand to ruffle Peter’s hair, but the expression on his face is downright grim.
“Don’t worry about me, kid,” Tony says softly. “I’ve been doing this gig for years now, and I haven’t died yet.”
That doesn’t comfort Peter at all. When Tony leaves, he takes all the warmth with him until Peter feels chilled to the bone.
“Parker. Nice to officially meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you,” Director Fury says. He doesn’t offer his hand to shake, and neither does Peter.
“From who?” Peter wonders out loud. “Captain Rogers?”
Fury hums noncommittally. “Don’t worry about Stark. He is an asset to the Avengers, and I will do all I can to ensure his safety.”
“With all due respect Director Fury—he is not just an asset,” Peter says. Too afraid of what else might come from his mouth, come straight up from that dark place inside of him fueled by fear and anger and hurt, Peter lets his feet guide him back to the elevator. Without asking, FRIDAY takes him up to Tony’s penthouse. When Tony gets back, Peter plans to move back in (so long as the older man wants him to). He tells himself that again and again. When Tony gets back. When.
Peter sits and he waits.
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Sway My Way; Part 3
(Part 1) (Part 2)
Poe Dameron x Fem Diplomat!Reader
Word count: 2.7 k
Summary: A small fight causes a rift between you and Poe, which almost ruins your mission, and the ugly side of politics rears its head.
Warnings: Reader makes herself throw up (for safety purposes only but I wanted to warn you all anyway). Bad language words. The type which Captain America would not like.
Author’s Note: This took a turn that I was not expecting here it is lmao!
Your nervousness had been forgotten the moment you hit the dancefloor with Senator Hydil. He was somewhat of a comfort since you knew what to expect of him, and much like Korr Sella, he understood how things worked here in the senate. He knew the flattery and the niceties and the fancy dress were all necessary to get things done. You may not have been flying X-wings or wielding a blaster but just like the plumbers and the technicians of the Resistance, your position was still important. Hydil trading information with you on the dancefloor always reminded you of that.
Hydil leaned in a little, “your pilot has not stopped looking at you all night.”
Your heart pounded in your chest, “what are you talking about?”
“Commander Dameron,” Hydil said knowingly, a hint of mischief in his eyes, “I like him for you, he’s very dashing.”
“Stop,” you warned, but you were smiling and turning your head to hide a demure smile. “He’s not my anything.”
“Not yet,” Hydil raised an eyebrow teasingly.
“Oh, for the love of the Maker,” you rolled your eyes dramatically, trying hard not to acknowledge the heat rising up in your face.
Your body stiffened, your back straightened out like a board and you had begun to put way too much thought into every movement you made. Was Poe watching you? You reminded yourself not to look back and check, too afraid to catch his eye and have it confirmed. You reminded yourself that you barely knew Poe. You worked together sometimes, when you weren’t out on diplomatic missions, but even then it was disconnected -- faceless voices through the comms. When you met face to face each interaction was only a few minutes long at most, and he would give you a sweet grin and ask about your day and flirt, but you assumed that’s just how Poe was.
There was really no reason for you to regard his smiles and pet names as anything other than the classic Poe Dameron style of friendliness. Rumors flew wildly around base about what kind of debauchery he got up to when he wasn’t on base -- it seemed, to you, that his flirtations were common. Nothing to feel special about receiving. Sure, he was handsome and brave and admirable and a good man but you never wasted your time with non-starters. Any kind of feelings towards Poe Dameron besides respect for a comrade and colleague were just that. Non-starters.
But deep underneath all that logic and reason, you hoped he was watching you anyway.
Your dance with Hydil ended, and your next partner found you on the floor. You were starting to get dizzy from all the dancing, but you were able to touch base with some reelected officials Leia had close ties with. Thankfully this distracted you from wanting to look over to the table where you had left Poe, there was work to be done and you could throw yourself into it.
After meeting a few new senators, most of whom were too nervous about their new position to engage with you, or the Resistance, fully. Only seasoned politicians like Hydil had the courage to associate with what most considered an ‘extremist’ group.
It occured to you that a few of Poe’s grand stories might help to rope a few of them into a closer relationship. You grabbed a drink from a passing protocol droid and took a large gulp as you made your way through the crowd back to your table, finishing off the drink.
You faltered in your stride upon seeing it. Poe was leaning in and speaking quietly with another woman (with a senator’s wife no less), her hand on his arm and smiling coquettishly. Your stomach lurched, your jaw clenched and you downed the rest of the drink. Without looking you set it upon the nearest surface before quickening your pace towards the table. Poe’s hand was reaching out to move a stray piece of hair from her face as you stormed up.
“Commander Dameron, can I have a word with you?”
As it came out you heard the tone, and inwardly flinched. It sounded more like a command than a request. Somehow the fact he was getting this reaction out of you only made your insides churn more, made you clench your jaw even tighter.
Poe turned his face to you, acknowledging that you had spoken before looking back to the other woman, smiling somewhat apologetically. “Excuse me.”
You did not even wait for him to get out of his seat, simply turned and walked away towards the balcony. Poe felt the smallest hint of satisfaction as he carefully quickened his pace to catch up with you through the constant moving crowds of other party goers, trying not to bump into anyone.
When he made it to your side, you were almost to the threshold to the balcony, “giving me orders now, Princess? I’m pretty sure I outrank you.”
You didn’t even look at him. “I apologize,” You said as you reached the balcony, and led the way to the least populated area of it you could find. “I didn’t mean to suggest I was giving an order.” Your tone was polite again and distant. Like he was any of the various politicians you were trying to negotiate with -- just an acquaintance.
He made sure the two of you were just far enough away from other guests that you could speak privately if you lowered your voices before he quickly stepped in front of you, stopping you from moving any further without bumping into his chest.
“Don’t go prim and proper on me now, your highness.” He teased. “What is it?” He asked with an infuriating smirk on his face. “Jealous? You a little jealous?”
“Jealous?!” You seemed aghast at the suggestion, pressing a hand into his chest to push him further away from eavesdroppers and prying eyes. He let you lead him, thankfully, further into an inconspicuous corner. “Jealous of what, exactly?” You asked, “yet another civilian being charmed by the great Poe Dameron? Another one of your-your-” you struggled to find the right words, “sexual escapades?”
It took Poe a good moment to process what you said and then laughed. “‘Sexual escapades’, Y/N, really?” He shook his head, “what are you talking about?”
“I hear the stories, Commander,” you said back, his laughter only serving to make you lose your temper more. “The base isn’t that big, rumors spread fast.”
“And you believe them? The rumors about me?”
“Judging from what I just saw, they aren’t rumors at all.” You countered. “She was practically sitting in your lap!”
“I mean look at me,” Poe said, too quickly and too confidently, “who could blame her?”
“Unbelievable,” You said, totally appalled. “First of all, that is a senator’s wife. We’re here to make friends not enemies. Second of all, you have to be careful,” you were on a tirade now and his mouth opened to retort but you jumped into your reasoning before he could even begin, “this isn’t just some random outer-rim planet you’ve landed on --it’s not a random colony -- this is Republic City. All of this is politics, most of these people are in it for themselves and seducing someone is the perfect way to get what you need from them.”
Poe jumped in quickly the moment you stopped, not thinking, only speaking, “yeah, I’m sure you would know all about that, I bet that’s exactly how you got Hydil’s support.”
That stopped you in your tracks, your mouth opened to respond but you could not think of anything to say. Poe could pin-point the moment he knew he fucked up. Your eyebrows slanted up just slightly, mouth opening and closing like you were going to speak but could not make anything come out. You looked down and away from him, quickly trying to swallow down the hurt that you felt.
“Y/N…” Poe sighed, “listen, I --”
“Do whatever you want,” your voice was quiet and despondent but you didn’t want to hear anything else from him, “I know there’s not a lot of glory in all of this but it’s my mission so… don’t ruin it for me. Please.”
You walked away then and Poe stood there taking a few seconds to wrap his head around what you said. A heaviness settled in his chest, and he knew he should go after you. He knew he should apologize and just tell you that he liked you and he was an idiot who thought making you jealous would feel good. He began to regret this mission. Leia had told him to trust you, and he had assured her he would do his best. it was only the first day and he had managed to cock it all up.
He caught sight of the back of your head, weaving through the crowd towards the refreshers. It’s not like he could follow you in there, and it’s not like you had time to sit and talk it out with him. You were here on a mission, you had a job to do. You were probably going to get your bearings and go back to work. He didn’t want to get in your way anymore than he already had. He made his way back to the table inside, where the same woman who had unknowingly put a rift between you two was out dancing with her husband. Someone began asking him questions, he couldn’t remember their name or if they were a senator or somebody’s secretary or just rich, but he engaged as best he could trying not to fuck up the night any further.
Locked into the refresher you took a moment to gather your bearings. You were going through a whirlwind of feelings and you needed to calm down. This gala was not even close to over. It was strange, the reaction you had to him flirting with someone else, but you reasoned with yourself that it was simply because he was being foolish about it. There were plenty of single people at this gala, he did not have to hone in on someone else’s wife. That would put you in a terrible position. Yes. That’s what it was.
And what he said about your methods also hurt. You had worked hard to build a rapport with these people, had spent countless nights memorizing names and faces, learning etiquette and studying other cultures in order to be able to do your work. You had spent hours coming up with diplomatic solutions to countless lose-lose situations. Leia trusted you and you had earned that trust with a lot of hard work. You took a few minutes, trying to put off the inevitable. It was only the first night and you still had several other events to attend with Poe in tow.
Taking one last deep breath and checking your appearance in the mirror, you left the privacy of the refresher. The rumble of voices drowned out the music a little bit and you were immediately accosted by someone greeting you. It was time to get back to work.
Poe watched as you exited the refresher, looking like nothing had happened. You smiled and made conversation, you were handed a drink from a colleague and were taking large gulps. He considered going over to you, to maybe see if he could be helpful, but you made it perfectly clear how much you didn’t want him getting in your way. Still, his mission was to make sure you were safe and help out in any way he could so he kept track of where you meandered to.
When you were approached by a man whose face he could not see and you stiffly held out your own hand, which was brought to his lips and your own set into a tight line. Poe watched as your eyes flitted over to him, and then back to the person you were speaking to. The person who had crowded your space tipped his glass to yours in a toast. You tipped back the rest of your beverage and moved away from the man as quickly as you could, Poe still did not get a good look at him.
You were walking towards the table again, a frown creasing your brows a little. You were about twenty feet away when you stopped suddenly, eyes catching Poe’s. Something happened in your expression then, a sort of confused panic. Something felt completely off as your hand drifted to your throat, and you frowned. He was out of his seat and walking towards you before he could really think about it.
You felt it in your throat first, constricting and burning. Poe was coming towards you, and you felt a little dizzy at the pace with which he approached. Your vision swam a little, the colors and people dragging along, and you shook your head to try and clear it but it didn’t work. Your heart was pounding in your chest.
“Hey,” Poe said coming up to your side, when did he get there? “Are you okay?”
“No,” you croaked out, “no, we have to leave.”
“What’s wrong?” He moved in front of you, hands on your shoulders. When your eyes darted back and forth, looking about the room he tightened his grip on you. “What is --”
You took in a choked breath, and closed your eyes tight, “relax, don’t let anyone notice,” each word came between a shallow gasp for air, “we have to leave.”
Poe nodded once, now completely on edge his eyes darting around the room. The walk to the door felt like an eternity and you just prayed you could get out of the ballroom before collapsing. The only thing keeping you on your feet was Poe’s arm, now settled around your waist and pressing you into his side. People greeted you, to which you just forced a smile. Poe barely let anyone get anything more than a ‘hello’ in before he pulled you along on his mission to make it to the door.
Once you made it out to the courtyard that led to the landing pad it was much less crowded. Poe was dragging you towards a transport but you pulled away when you found an opportune moment, straight into some tall shrubbery that would keep you mostly hidden from prying eyes. You forced yourself to throw up into the greenery. It was by no means elegant and you should have felt embarrassed but it was all you could think to do to buy yourself more time. The bile made the burning sensation even worse.
“What the hell --” Poe had a hand on your back.
You wretched and coughed, clearing your throat best you could before speaking.
“I don’t want to alarm you, but I think I’ve been poisoned.”
There was a beat where Poe just blinked at you.
“Why the hell wouldn’t that alarm me?!” Poe asked loudly.
“Shut up,” you hissed, your throat felt raw. “I need -- a medical center,” you rasped.
“That’s the only damn thing you’ve said,” Poe replied as he helped you stand, “that makes any fucking sense.”
He looped one of your arms around his shoulders, putting his hand around your back again and helped you walk. There was a transport waiting to take leaving guests home, Poe barked orders at the service pilots to get you to a medical center. Inside he sat you down, and kneeled in front of you.
“Who did this?”
“I don’t --” you began and then took in a ragged breath, “know.”
“Did someone hand you something? ”
You frowned, “Poe --” your eyes were starting to lose focus, you couldn’t tell which way was up anymore.
“Hey!” Poe’s hands were on your face, “stay with me, Y/N, open your eyes.”
You were trying, you really were, but the things you saw in front of you blurred and bled together. Your throat was on fire and no matter how hard you tried you could not gulp in enough air. Poe’s voice sounded far off, and you couldn’t get his face to focus on your vision even though he was right in front of you.
“You’re gonna be okay,” he promised. It sounded very far away but it made it through the haze you were in.
It was the last thing you heard before everything went black.
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by valpolyto
More debauchery and sexiness ahead. Just some of the more..........dirty things Clarke and her mates have done. Not to mention a very inappropriate use of Mjolnir's handle.
Words: 6461, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of Zombie AU NSFW alphabet list
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Captain America (Movies), Captain America (Comics), Iron Man (Movies), Iron Man (Comics), Black Widow (Comics), Black Widow (Movie 2021), Captain Marvel (2019), Thor (Movies), The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Yelena Belova, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer, Barney Barton, Natasha Romanov, Simone (Hawkeye), Matt Murdock, Luke Cage, Danny Rand, Frank Castle, Thor, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Maria Hill, Carol Danvers, Tony Stark
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Tony Stark, Clarke Griffin/Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Clarke Griffin/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Clarke Griffin, Barney Barton/Clarke Griffin, Barney Barton/Clarke Griffin/Clint Barton, Yelena Belova/Clarke Griffin, Carol Danvers/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Natasha Romanov, Clarke Griffin/Maria Hill, Clarke Griffin/Pietro Maximoff, Frank Castle/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Matt Murdock, Clarke Griffin/Danny Rand, Luke Cage/Clarke Griffin, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel)/Clarke Griffin, Barney Barton/Clarke Griffin/Simone (Hawkeye), Clarke Griffin/Sam Wilson, Clarke Griffin/Stephen Strange, Clarke Griffin/Christine Palmer, Clarke Griffin/James "Rhodey" Rhodes
Additional Tags: Double Penetration, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Daddy Kink, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Bondage, Vibrators, Strap-Ons, Dom/sub, Face-Sitting, thigh riding, Tribadism, Mommy Kink, Breeding Kink
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