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  • misc. masterlist

    * = smut,18+ only, minors DNI

    ˚.⋆♱ ransom drysdale

    call me crazy, hold me down* (one shot) - you met ransom in college, working as harlan’s intern. when he sees you again 10 years later, this time with an engagement ring on your hand, he’s hell-bent on finding out more. he’s always had a way of getting under your skin, but this time, it’s different. times have changed—and so have you.

    lavender haze* (one shot) - after a family dinner goes south, ransom tries to make it up to you.

    ⋆˙⟡ headcanons

    tipsy, smutty* w/ Steve, Frank

  • mcu masterlist

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    * = smut, 18+ only, minors DNI

    ᯓ★ steve rogers

    why not take all of me? (one shot) - hydra agent! reader, but with a little twist.

    what’s it gonna take?* (short series)- he vows to keep his distance, tells himself it’s wrong—you’re too new, too young, too good—and he’s your commanding officer. but whichever way he bends the truth, he just can’t seem to keep you away.

    underneath the tree (one shot) - a fluffy holiday special.

    leave me with nothing when I come down* (one shot) - the Almighty Captain America, laid to waste by your bare hands and pussy. now wouldn’t that make for a nice headline.

    Apartment #3* (series) - she’s strictly ordered to keep her distance—no personal contact besides the absolutely necessary. the only issue? her new target/neighbor is none other than Captain America.

    (cap)puccino, w/ milk and sugar (short series) - running a tiny bakery+cafe offers little surprises to a creature of habit like her. that is, until Captain America walks in one day asking for a coffee recommendation.

    ᯓ✪ bucky barnes

    in the mood (one shot) - He tells himself it’s fine. Gotta keep moving—bigger things to do, too many items on his list.  His libido doesn’t even crack the top ten.  Until he met… you.

  • why not take all of me?

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    pairing: steve rogers x hydra agent!reader

    summary: "C’mon, Steve. It’s just me."

    You peer up from beneath coquettish lashes, hand reaching forward to slide up his chest, brushing the torn fabric aside. 

    He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. Not that he could.

    “Please? For old time’s sake?"

    warnings: interrogation, sexual tension. heavy angst. slow build. mention of torture, mild violence, plot twist(!)

    word count: 1.2k

    A/N: Reader has massive BDE and, as for Steve… well, let’s just say he ain’t beating the submissive allegations with this one. title by the legendary Billie Holiday.

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    "So. Captain Rogers."

    You say it softly, like a purr. A memory dressed as a title.

    "Gotta admit… I was hoping we’d meet again under different circumstances."

    A hand strokes the back of the chair as you circle him—deliberate, unhurried. His head is still bowed, hair sweat-matted to his forehead. Blood at his temple, bruises blooming under one eye. Arms wrenched back and locked in magnetic cuffs, the kind that bites into bone if you so much as flinch.  

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  • why not take all of me?

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    pairing: steve rogers x hydra agent!reader

    summary: "C’mon, Steve. It’s just me."

    You peer up from beneath coquettish lashes, hand reaching forward to slide up his chest, brushing the torn fabric aside. 

    He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. Not that he could.

    “Please? For old time’s sake?"

    warnings: interrogation, sexual tension. heavy angst. slow build. mention of torture, mild violence, plot twist(!)

    word count: 1.2k

    A/N: Reader has massive BDE and, as for Steve… well, let’s just say he ain’t beating the submissive allegations with this one. title by the legendary Billie Holiday.

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    "So. Captain Rogers."

    You say it softly, like a purr. A memory dressed as a title.

    "Gotta admit… I was hoping we’d meet again under different circumstances."

    A hand strokes the back of the chair as you circle him—deliberate, unhurried. His head is still bowed, hair sweat-matted to his forehead. Blood at his temple, bruises blooming under one eye. Arms wrenched back and locked in magnetic cuffs, the kind that bites into bone if you so much as flinch.  

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  • why not take all of me?

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    pairing: steve rogers x hydra agent!reader

    summary: "C’mon, Steve. It’s just me."

    You peer up from beneath coquettish lashes, hand reaching forward to slide up his chest, brushing the torn fabric aside. 

    He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. Not that he could.

    “Please? For old time’s sake?"

    warnings: interrogation, sexual tension. heavy angst. slow build. mention of torture, mild violence, plot twist(!)

    word count: 1.2k

    A/N: Reader has massive BDE and, as for Steve… well, let’s just say he ain’t beating the submissive allegations with this one. title by the legendary Billie Holiday.

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    "So. Captain Rogers."

    You say it softly, like a purr. A memory dressed as a title.

    "Gotta admit… I was hoping we’d meet again under different circumstances."

    A hand strokes the back of the chair as you circle him—deliberate, unhurried. His head is still bowed, hair sweat-matted to his forehead. Blood at his temple, bruises blooming under one eye. Arms wrenched back and locked in magnetic cuffs, the kind that bites into bone if you so much as flinch.  

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  • why not take all of me?

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    pairing: steve rogers x hydra agent!reader

    summary: "C’mon, Steve. It’s just me."

    You peer up from beneath coquettish lashes, hand reaching forward to slide up his chest, brushing the torn fabric aside. 

    He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. Not that he could.

    “Please? For old time’s sake?"

    warnings: interrogation, sexual tension. heavy angst. slow build. mention of torture, mild violence, plot twist(!)

    word count: 1.2k

    A/N: Reader has massive BDE and, as for Steve… well, let’s just say he ain’t beating the submissive allegations with this one. title by the legendary Billie Holiday.

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    "So. Captain Rogers."

    You say it softly, like a purr. A memory dressed as a title.

    "Gotta admit… I was hoping we’d meet again under different circumstances."

    A hand strokes the back of the chair as you circle him—deliberate, unhurried. His head is still bowed, hair sweat-matted to his forehead. Blood at his temple, bruises blooming under one eye. Arms wrenched back and locked in magnetic cuffs, the kind that bites into bone if you so much as flinch.  

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  • Oooo! Such a good story with a nice twist! I don't doubt Steve's gonna make her pay for that "pain in the ass" comment.

  • why not take all of me?

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    pairing: steve rogers x hydra agent!reader

    summary: "C’mon, Steve. It’s just me."

    You peer up from beneath coquettish lashes, hand reaching forward to slide up his chest, brushing the torn fabric aside. 

    He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. Not that he could.

    “Please? For old time’s sake?"

    warnings: interrogation, sexual tension. heavy angst. slow build. mention of torture, mild violence, plot twist(!)

    word count: 1.2k

    A/N: Reader has massive BDE and, as for Steve… well, let’s just say he ain’t beating the submissive allegations with this one. title by the legendary Billie Holiday.

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    "So. Captain Rogers."

    You say it softly, like a purr. A memory dressed as a title.

    "Gotta admit… I was hoping we’d meet again under different circumstances."

    A hand strokes the back of the chair as you circle him—deliberate, unhurried. His head is still bowed, hair sweat-matted to his forehead. Blood at his temple, bruises blooming under one eye. Arms wrenched back and locked in magnetic cuffs, the kind that bites into bone if you so much as flinch.  

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  • Oooooh my feels… I was all over the place. So lovely, intriguing and angsty 👀

  • why not take all of me?

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    pairing: steve rogers x hydra agent!reader

    summary: "C’mon, Steve. It’s just me."

    You peer up from beneath coquettish lashes, hand reaching forward to slide up his chest, brushing the torn fabric aside. 

    He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. Not that he could.

    “Please? For old time’s sake?"

    warnings: interrogation, sexual tension. heavy angst. slow build. mention of torture, mild violence, plot twist(!)

    word count: 1.2k

    A/N: Reader has massive BDE and, as for Steve… well, let’s just say he ain’t beating the submissive allegations with this one. title by the legendary Billie Holiday.

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    "So. Captain Rogers."

    You say it softly, like a purr. A memory dressed as a title.

    "Gotta admit… I was hoping we’d meet again under different circumstances."

    A hand strokes the back of the chair as you circle him—deliberate, unhurried. His head is still bowed, hair sweat-matted to his forehead. Blood at his temple, bruises blooming under one eye. Arms wrenched back and locked in magnetic cuffs, the kind that bites into bone if you so much as flinch.  

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  • Ohhh, this is very fun!! With just enough angst mixed in for a little extra flavor. And I love a subby Steve every once in a while. As a treat. 😏

  • yess there’s just something abt subby steve 🫠🫠

  • is that what you think we are?

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    pairing: steve rogers x agent!reader

    summary: “A-hem."

    “Sorry, what was that?”

    “Said you might want to blink, Rogers.”

    warnings: heavy angst, first kiss, mention of alcohol, mild description of injury/blood, slow build, inside the tortured mind™ of steven grant rogers

    word count: 1.8k

    a/n: pt. 4 of my mini series: what's it gonna take?, but this can be read as a stand-alone piece. title by FINNEAS

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    He can’t lie—you look good.

    Laughing in a snug white tee, the hem cut high over your waist. Bright red cherries printed smack dab across the front. There’s something shimmery at the corner of your eye, catching the light, and your hair falls differently than usual. 

    Different. Happy. Good.  

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  • why not take all of me?

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    pairing: steve rogers x hydra agent!reader

    summary: "C’mon, Steve. It’s just me."

    You peer up from beneath coquettish lashes, hand reaching forward to slide up his chest, brushing the torn fabric aside. 

    He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t pull away. Not that he could.

    “Please? For old time’s sake?"

    warnings: interrogation, sexual tension. heavy angst. slow build. mention of torture, mild violence, plot twist(!)

    word count: 1.2k

    A/N: Reader has massive BDE and, as for Steve… well, let’s just say he ain’t beating the submissive allegations with this one. title by the legendary Billie Holiday.

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    "So. Captain Rogers."

    You say it softly, like a purr. A memory dressed as a title.

    "Gotta admit… I was hoping we’d meet again under different circumstances."

    A hand strokes the back of the chair as you circle him—deliberate, unhurried. His head is still bowed, hair sweat-matted to his forehead. Blood at his temple, bruises blooming under one eye. Arms wrenched back and locked in magnetic cuffs, the kind that bites into bone if you so much as flinch.  

    Keep reading

  • Oooo! Such a good story with a nice twist! I don't doubt Steve's gonna make her pay for that "pain in the ass" comment.

  • haha yes he’s definitely gonna hold onto that 😈😈

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