Synopsis:The world was not created in colors to be lived seldom in white, black, or even gray. This is what Y/N believed, and she resolutely refuses to be told otherwise. But when a night at the city’s most prestigious nightclub triggers a series of misfortunate events, Y/N’s world of hues is thrown off balance, colliding with a stranger whose eyes may be blue but his world is a handful of shades too dark.
Celebrated as the epitome of New York’s nightlife, the club stood tall as a beacon of ecstasy. Its alluring neon lights and captivating fire displays worked their magic, casting a spell on anyone who entered. Not to mention how the bartenders’ artistry in concocting sinful drinks and the hypnotic rhythm of the music had the power to transport patrons to the very edge of heaven’s precipice.
This might be a cruel question, but I was suddenly wondering: If mob Bucky is ever killed (or maybe just dies of something normal/boring) is there a plan in place to take care of Malyshka and Bee? Not just the money stuff, but getting them to a safe place so they're not vulnerable without him?
Bucky has several plans in place to protect his family. He’s gone over them in painstaking detail with his security advisor and friends. He’s accounted for nearly everything.
He trusts Steve, Sam and a few of his men with Malyshka and Bumblebee’s lives. It’s a mutual trust because Steve and Sam know that Bucky would do the same for them and their girls.
Craving some Dom Andy, you say? I have to admit that I haven’t thought much about him recently, nor written anything. Sorry! But I have this unposted bit and I’ll gladly spoil you with it 😘
Andy Barber x reader; Dom!Andy Barber x submissive reader
warnings: b*d*s*m; Dom/sub dynamics; power imbalance; safe sane and consensual; mention of spanking (but none happening in this)
Too overwhelmed with everything shiny and new, and wicked, that you watched happen all around the club, you didn’t notice that the conversation between two Doms ended and Andy’s attention was fully back to you.
He kept stroking your hair gently, seemingly untired of the soothing gesture since he started it.
He studied you as you looked around the club with eyes wide and curious; like a little apprehensive kitten wanting to explore the big world, but scared of taking a step.
It’s been a while since Andy took care of a very green submissive.
To be honest, he never felt ready for such a challenging dynamic, preferring his partners experienced in the basics and quickly attuning to his tempo. But your sweet, helpless expression pulled on strings inside his chest and caring for you - even in that simple way like guiding you through your first night at the Ruby Garden - fulfilled a certain need.
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, bullying, coercion, anger, yelling, Lloyd being Lloyd. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You’re just an intern but that doesn’t matter to the demanding CEO of The Hansen Agency.
Character: Lloyd Hansen
Note: You are going to hate this chapter… like you might stop reading chapter.
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
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Love you like Lloyd loves needlessly gross jokes. Take care. 💖
“So, early morning, Mr. Hansen,” you say.
He gives you a derisive look over the top of his phone. You force a smile and bounce on your feet. He arches a brow before refocusing on the small screen. His eyes narrow and his forehead furrows.
“I made you an appointment for Friday,” you check your tablet diligently, “I found your optometrist’s number in–”
As she spins and leans against your door, nearly falling through it as she turns the handle, you sniffle. You can’t! You end the call and drop your phone. You cover your face and muffle a growl.
My brain interpreted as they’re going to fuck in her room!!
You hate him. And you hate her. For falling for it. For doing this to your dad. She can never again tell you who you are because you know now exactly who she is.
YASSS! BEE! Use this information against your mother put her in her place Bee please take the opportunity!!! Please, she suffered so much!
But the only downside is what can she use the blackmail Lloyd?
It’s exactly what they’re going to do. In bee’s room! And our brave heroine will definitely take this and run with it because why should she care any more. Here’s hoping that Lloyd doesn’t realise how he fucked up.
Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions of loss, grief, anxiety and depression.
Time and reality felt a bit unreal as you navigated the new situation you were in. One where you had to pretend to be strong on the outside all the while completely melting and distorting into someone you didn’t even recognize on the inside.
So much had happened since Steve’s departure from Greenwood and arrival back into the public eye in his full long haired and bearded glory.
The battle at hand against Thanos was now anyone had the capacity to talk about, and rightfully so. Everyone was terrified- so scared that stopping the flow of day to day life and staying glued to the front of their televisions with a phone in hand and social media on their screens for the fastest source of breaking news seemed to be the only way anyone knew how to cope.
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