Instinct: Steve X Reader

Instinct: Steve x Reader

Summary: When you and Steve decide that it’s time to start a family, Steve becomes a little over excited to get a jump on things.

Word Count: 6612

Warnings: NSFW, multiple rounds of sex, unprotected sex, nipple play, planning for pregnancy, breed kink

“Retirement looks good on you, Mr. Rogers.”

Steve looks up at your approach, pencil lifting from the sketchpad perched on his knee. “Does it?” He leans back against the couch cushions, closing the pad and balancing it on the armrest.

You give him a tilted smile and lean in for a chaste kiss, being careful to not spill the contents from the plates you hold in either hand. “Brought you some breakfast,” you tell him before turning and bending over to set the plates down on the coffee table.

“Yes, I can see that,” he muses moments before you feel his hands grip your hips and tug.

With a startled yelp, you fall backward into his lap. His arms tighten around you further as his lips meet the dip where your neck and shoulder meet. You giggle girlishly at the playful nip that follows. “I meant the food, Steve.”

“If that were true, you’d be wearing pants.” One of his hands glides down your body, fingers brushing the bare skin of your thigh just past the hem of the t-shirt you’re wearing. One that had come out of his drawer.

“It’s not very practical to wear pajama pants to bed when you sleep next to a human furnace.” You tilt your head back against his shoulder, giving him better access as his lips roam over your skin.

“Didn’t hear you complaining during the winter months.”

You laugh again, shifting around until you’re facing him. You toss your arms loosely over his shoulders. “I’m not complaining now either. Just stating facts.”

He looks up at you with humor in his eyes. “It kind of sounds like you’re complaining.”

You raise a brow in challenge. “Do you want me to go put on some pants? Because I will…” You begin to make the motion of pushing off him to stand but stop when you feel his large hands grip the back of your thighs, keeping you in place. Your lips split into a victorious grin. “Okay then.”

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You are a hardworking, successful journalist for Vanity Fair, and you’ve been sent to the Thrombey mansion to write a profile on the family at the eve of Harlan’s 85th birthday. With promises of a promotion, you’re eager to do well. But–you have a dark secret. Soon, you become entangled in Detective Blanc’s investigation, and involved with the notorious Hugh Ransom Drysdale himself. Your career is important to you, and this investigation threatens everything you hold dear. What are you prepared to sacrifice for your ambition?  

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale/Reader

Warnings: smut later on, drinking, talk of cheating, dubcon, murder.

A/N: Spoilers for Knives Out. In order to make reader a suspect, she’s not exactly the nicest person. This will closely follow the canon, but deviate in some areas.

PROLOGUE

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betrothed.

request: "You're supposed to marry Thor, but from the first time Loki stole your heart, and one day you decided to take an action which lead you to have sex with Loki and Thor caught both you and Loki, you can add your own idea ☺" -@midnightbarnes97

summary: Set before Thor 1 - you are Thor's betrothed, but you had always preferred his brother.

chapter: 1/?

words: 1,671

warnings: none

next chapter: chapter two.

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      You were only seven years old when you first entered the palace, shimmering from the light reflecting off of the outer walls. You had no knowledge of how Asgard received all the gold, although you certainly would not complain. You also had no knowledge of why you were even there - you were an Asgardian child, not special. Even so, you were excited to find out what was in store for you. You had never met the royal family before despite seeing them, and you had heard of the young princes and hoped to at least make a friendship with one, if not both. You were led in by your mother, who had dressed you in a long sleeved, satin, lavender gown.

      "I love you, my sweet Y/N. We may not see each other for a long time, but it's for the good of Asgard. I will miss you terribly." She presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before looking at you with sorrow and love. Your excitement suddenly shifted to confusion and fear - why would you not see her again for a while? Where were you going? How is it for the good of Asgard?

      "What? Why will I not see you?" You look at her when she takes a step away, making her pause.

      "It depends on if you are chosen."

        "Chosen?! For what?" Your voice becomes frantic as she keeps walking away, unable to look back at you, knowing it'll make it harder for her than it already is to leave her youngest child. She walks out of the front doors that close behind her before you hear a different voice.

        "Chosen to be my son's betrothed." You whirl around to face Odin, four guards behind him. In your current of desperation, you don't notice the two princes hiding behind him, peeking out to look at you.

         "Betrothed? Why me? And if I may ask, to which prince?" You inquire as you take a step back. All you could think was that you'd rather be back home with your family - smiling, laughing, enjoying every moment. Not cooped up to follow specific instructions, to live by a code, to appear perfect - to be a princess, and someday queen. Odin hesitated before responding, realizing he would have to clarify which of the two he meant and that you wouldn't know of Loki's true heritage.

         "Thor. He is your age and has been excited to meet you, I believe you will do well for him." As he speaks, Thor walks out from behind him, smiling broadly as he walks to you, making you tense slightly as he pulls you into a tight hug, practically picking you up off the ground.

          "Y/N, I've heard so much about you! I hope you like being my future wife!" He speaks cheerfully, almost overwhelmingly so, before you hear a light sigh as someone taps his shoulder and he pulls away.

           "Brother, that is no way to touch such a beautiful girl the moment you meet her, she's probably frightened." You watch Loki scold Thor, who rolls his eyes, before Loki's emerald orbs meet your e/c ones. "I'm terribly sorry, Lady Y/N. It's an honor to meet you." You smile softly at his manners as he takes your hand and gently kisses it, not breaking eye contact once, making you blush.

            "That is enough, brother. Remember, she is to be my wife, not yours." Thor huffs and crosses his arms, making you suddenly notice the jealousy in Thor's expression, along with shock that only the brothers would know as Thor being unused to being the ignored one of the two. You don't notice as Odin turns to one of the guards, whispering to him that the prince had chosen his princess, and the guard nods before turning to the other three, the four of them then walking away.

            "I was only trying to be a comforting friend instead of an overwhelming oaf." Loki rolls his eyes and you cant help but giggle at his remark about Thor, making him grin softly at you, glad to have put a smile on your face. You had felt your heart skip a beat, a feeling you had never felt blooming inside your chest that at the time you could only identify as excessive happiness. You hadn't known it then, but the moment he flashed that grin, was the moment you decided you preferred him - and that you always would.

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       As you entered your adolescence, you had grown accustomed to living in the palace. You visited your family one a week, which you looked forward to. You had spent much of your time with Thor since your arrival, not by choice but because Odin wanted you to - not to mention Thor's constantly growing fixation on you. You knew he adored you, he always had. He was proud of you, and like the warrior he was, saw you as an accomplishment.

      You never had liked that, you wanted to be Y/N, not just "Thor's girlfriend", or "Thor's betrothed", or "Thor's accomplishment", or the worst you'd heard - "Thor's trophy". The idea of not being able to choose who you are wed to for the rest of your life, instead forced to with someone you don't even love, sickened you. Every time someone brought up the inevitable marriage and images of you in a white gown, saying your vows to the God of Thunder, made your stomach twist. However, you would constantly find yourself happily daydreaming about being in that gown, saying those vows - to Loki. That made your stomach get butterflies, not a sick feeling.

       And every time you snapped back to reality, whether it was by Thor waving his hand in your face, the sun changing position and requiring you to avert your gaze, or Odin's booming voice giving orders, you found yourself disappointed with reality. Disappointed that one day, the man standing in front of you would have golden blonde hair and blue eyes, not short, raven locks with green eyes that you'd stare into all day if he let you.

       You knew he would, though. You knew Loki would do anything for you, regardless of whether you were to be his brother's wife or not.  You knew the way Loki would look at you when he thought you didn't notice. The way he got heart eyes when you walked in the room, and boiling envy when Thor would walk in moments later, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head, your lips, and if he was feeling more possessive than normal, your neck. You knew you were the reason that when it came time for him to pick a betrothed, he rejected every single one. You were honestly impressed, given that there was 69 girls he had to turn down, a couple of them ones that had been previously rejected by Thor.

Of course, this didn't bother you, considering you felt the same way about him. You preferred his intelligent, deep conversations to Thor's, where he would joke, show you off like an object, and of course, boast about his latest victory. You preferred Loki's smile - bright, pure yet mischievous at the same time - to Thor's childish grins after he'd killed off enemies in battles. You preferred opening up to Loki, he seemed to be more understanding and thoughtful, because he knew that when he was having bad moments of his own that you'd be there for him. You preferred Loki's body, the grace of it when he'd wield his knives while training, instead of Thor's overbearing presence with biceps the size of your head. You preferred Loki's magic and intellect to Thor's brute strength - when he wielded his seidr it would mesmerize you to watch, but when Thor was fighting viciously, sometimes you couldn’t imagine the softness in his eyes when he looks at you being possible.

Despite how much it annoyed you to hear Thor's tales repeatedly, to hear him boast and laugh, like so much death was something to be taken lightly, Loki made it worth it. He rarely went with Thor, Sif, and the Warrior's Three on their quests. Instead, you would walk with him in the gardens, you would go horse back riding, you would sneak into each other's rooms to chat, read together, and comfort one another, you would go onto the balcony and look at the sunset and stars. Sometimes Loki would even use his magic to entertain you, especially when you were sad - one time, when you were feeling absolutely terrible from stress and sadness, he even created an enchanted rose so that every time you held it, it would project every happy memory of you and Loki together. Of course, you had to hide it whenever Thor came to your chambers, but that was no problem. You loved that rose, with the soft green and gold shimmer encasing it, because every time Loki couldn't be there, it almost felt like he was. 

In all honesty, Loki didn't just make that worth it, he made everything worth it. Watching Thor train, Frigga speaking to you of duties as queen, training with Sif, parties and feasts with Thor, Odin, and his friends, and perhaps the most overwhelming part -  the talk of you bearing Thor's heirs for the future. You never wanted to be in a relationship with Thor, let alone marriage - and now you'll be forced to have his children? Sometimes, you were unsure of whether you'd do it, but then you remembered you had no say in it. The topic always made you want to run and hide, to find Loki so he can hold you and stroke your hair until you calm down, no one visiting or walking into his chambers to catch you. It was during moments like these - where there was silence except for the crackle of firewood, both you and the God content and at peace - where the words were unspoken, but you would both silently know they were true.

I love you.

I love you too.

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tapestry 👑 II

Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The reader finds herself drawn into courtly intrigue.

Note: Here’s part 2. I’m having fun and I have so many ideas for this. Yes, this is inspired by lots of medieval shows like the Tudor and the White Queen etc. but this will be 100% gratuitous whatever I want it to be so hold onto to your panties. I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply! Love ya!

Rose played with the pearl at her throat. You watched her fingers as she toyed with the small orb. The queen’s voice filled the small chambers as she read the poem in a gentle rhythm. You hadn’t caught enough words to string them together. 

You tore your eyes away and watched your hands smooth out your charcoal coloured skirts. Your drab attire stuck out grossly among the pale silks and rich satins. You father loathed your plainness, your insistence on simplicity. But he hadn’t enough money for seamstresses and you made your own dresses or altered your sister’s worn garments. You didn’t mind simple. You didn’t need beading or gilted embroidery. No pearl or jewel hung at your throat.

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Forever Yours

Pairing: 1940s!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SAPPY AS HELL, Fluff, Angst, War References

Summary: Two lovebirds exchange letters during the War.

Written to this song on repeat. Enjoy!

June 16, 1943

Hey sweetheart,

It’s been 19 hours since I kissed you goodbye, but I’ll never forget the dress you wore to the docks. You took my breath away! Nearly tempted me to do something I shouldn’t have… at least not without permission, and we can’t have that, can we? 

I’ve just gotta see you in a white dress again, sugar. Mark my words, as soon as I come home, I’m gonna have a long talk with your parents. Gotta ask ‘em properly. I just wish I could have done it before I left. You would have said no, though, wouldn’t you? Until I’m yours for good, not government issue. My girl’s just too smart to get tied down without thinking it through! That’s one reason out of a thousand why I love you.

I know how upset you were that you couldn’t send me off with a smile, but I’m a little happy that those tears were for me. I’m the luckiest man in the world to be able to say that you’re mine.

Miss you already.

Bucky

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