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Angel

Marvel AU

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Enhanced Omega Reader x Alpha Bucky Barnes

Summary: It's different when you're enhanced. Everything is different, every smell, every sound, touch, feelings. The way it's different doesn't make sense unless you are enhanced. Throw in what comes with Alpha and Omega instincts, and the intensity of your presentation is even more than any other. When you find yourself in need of help you can call on the alpha you trust the most, Natasha Romanoff. You just don't expect to find your alphas at the same time. Are you really enough for them? And can you really be the Luna to the Avengers.

"To be loved, to be loved by your mate is everything." - Wanda Maximoff

Warnings will be per chapter

Sneak peek

Part 1

remember the time he got so drunk and happy he randomly yelled 'vamos' in the middle of a club

the wedding ♡

sonny corleone x reader blurb

kinda got carried away with this one lol. i am unapologetically in love with sonny corleone. disregard the strange format haha i don't get it either ;o woc friendly as always :) enjoy

"oh god, i want you on my lips..."

background

connie had been your inseparable companion since childhood. the two of you were only 15 when you left for (your state). you never anticipated your family's sudden move, and weren't given the chance to a proper goodbye.

years later, you returned to new york, scraping up enough money for a modest apartment in the bronx.

by pure coincidence, you stumbled into mrs. corleone at a sicilian bakery in manhattan. more than delighted to see you again, she invited you to connie's upcoming wedding as a surprise.

the journey to vito corleone's long island mansion was strenuous; you didn't own a car, and biked most of the distance

the guards promptly opened the gates for you after getting the 'okay' from mama corleone

as you struggled to lug your beaten yellow bike up the crowded gravel driveway in heels you felt a presence at your side, "you need a hand honey?"

his voice was coarse yet smoother than honey

his eyes studied your side profile as you kept your gaze to the gravel, not daring to face him

"that who i think it is?" he asked, the edges of his mouth curling into a sly grin

you knew connie's eldest brother, sonny, as nothing more than a hot-headed nuisance that teased you mercilessly as a teen - which made your feelings for him all the more confusing

finally, you rolled back your shoulders and looked up to face him, trying hard not to smile back at the grinning bastard

"there she is!" he laughed, pinching your soft cheek

you swatted his hand away, turning your head in an attempt to mask your embarrassment. "stop that, sonny!"

eventually, he carried your bike into the front entrance, insulting your beloved vehicle the entire way.

"you still cruisin' around on this piece of shit?"

"hey, it has sentimental value!"

he insisted that he would buy you one brand new, but you declined

the ceremony went smoothly, and connie was overjoyed to see you again

you sat with a glass of wine rested in the palm of your hand, perpetually exhausted from the non-stop drinking and dancing of the wedding reception

a drunken fredo took it upon himself to join you at your empty table, getting uncomfortably up-close and personal with you

"hey, how ya been y-y/n?" he burped

it wasnt long before sonny came to your aid

"aye- freddy, get a move on, will ya?"

fredo stared blankly at his brother, completely dumbfounded

"what are ya waiting for, a kiss on the cheek? get lost," sonny ordered

fredo scurried away to michael's table without another word

you masked your chuckle with a slender hand, "thanks, sonny."

"anytime, toots. what'd'ya say we head inside, huh? i got somethin to show ya."

you shrugged why not and allowed him to lead you into the mansion by hand

you pinched the edges of your satin dress with your free hand, lifting it to keep from tripping

"slow down, sonny!"

"better learn to keep up, y/n."

the two of you arrived in what you remembered to be his old bedroom. you were never allowed into it, of course, but it appeared to be untouched since the last time you saw it

"alright now, close those big eyes'a yours"

you hesitantly closed your eyes one by one, smiling like an idiot

"hold out your hand."

"if you pull something sonny, i swear to god."

when you opened your eyes, you found a gold-plated gemstone bracelet resting comfortably in your hand. it was a sacred family heirloom and the only tangible piece of your mother you had left

"no fuckin' way. sonny!"

he had his hands fixed in his pockets, smiling humbly

"i found it after you left, and i knew what it meant to you so uh, i kept it for a little bit; in case you came back."

in that moment you wanted to hug him with every fiber of your being; to kiss him on his soft pink lips; to lay with him on that very bed, and never let go

"i can't believe it. you don't know how much this means to me."

the sonny that stood before you was a version of him not many had the pleasure of knowing. he was kind, gentle, considerate

tom hagen entered the room, alerting sonny that the family photos were ready to be taken

you slipped the bracelet onto your wrist and coyly exited the room, returning to the reception

you watched as the corleone's prepared for the family portrait, waving shyly at sonny with a soft smile

"c'mere," he beckoned, as the cameraman readied his device

connie encouraged you to join him, waving you over

(forgot to mention! sonny's wife and kids don't exist in this au)

sonny snaked a strong arm around your satin covered waist, and reeled you into his chest

afterwards, the cameraman insisted to take a picture with the two of you alone

you planted a kiss on sonny's deep dimple as the camera flashed

you smiled into his light stubble and felt yourself melt beneath him

you danced with him for the remainder of the night, and just as you were about to leave he offered to drive you home, but not without taking you out to eat first

the two of you spent the evening sharing milkshakes and laughing loudly at a nearby diner

sonny played your favorite song on the jukebox and it was a miracle to you that he even remembered it

he dropped you home with a slow, tender kiss

"pick you up tomorrow?"

Moth to Flame [Michael Corleone x Reader Series, 18+ Smut] Masterlist of Chapters.

A masterlist of all currently posted chapters both up on AO3 (Archive of Our Own) and here on Tumblr. Like/save the post! UwU! Moth to Flame continues its main storyline with Moth to Flame Part II.

18+, explicit smut read. All specific warnings available on AO3. Sexy Michael Corleone gifs only available on Tumblr chapter uploads.

1949. Your name is Victoria Ferrari, and you’re the only daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families in New York—the Ferrari’s. When the Ferrari family began to gain heavy influence and power, it struck a power imbalance with the Corleone’s. To bind the families together as one in an offering of peace, friendship and business, you are to be married to their youngest son, Michael Corleone. As you ensnare yourself in the life of a mob wife by Michael’s side, what you don’t know is his old ties with Kay Adams, your best friend from Dartmouth, and that he returned from Sicily a widower. A ruthless mob boss to be, you unravel Michael’s dark past and the brutality that has changed his personality. You find yourself adapting to your new life, betrayed by those you love most, and in high profile to Ferrari and Corleone family enemies. Falling deeply in love with Michael, you enter a life and marriage filled with secrets and darkness. Bearing his children, supporting his crime empire and following him into the shadows, you’re unable to deny your passion and desire to the new Don. When it comes to Michael Corleone, you are but a moth to a flame.

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shoutout to al pacino in despair. gotta be one of my fave genders

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ FOREVER WINTER (IF YOU GO) — task force 141 x reader

✩ part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen

// read on ao3. fanfic playlist.

!! description.

When your commander -- Phillip Graves -- turns against the Los Vaqueros and Task Force 141, you find yourself stuck between a rock and a hard place. Between your own morals, and your duty to serve the man you can no longer idolise, a choice must be made.

Do you help the two operatives you know deserve to live? Or do you fight with your unit -- the men you swore to stand beside?

The decision is made when you find yourself stumbling, quite literally, into one Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish; and, effectively, the 141's entire lives.

!! characters.

simon 'ghost' riley + johnny 'soap' mactavish + kyle 'gaz' garrick + john 'bravo six' price + (non-endgame phillip graves)

!! warnings.

nsfw, fem!reader, fmmmm, enemies to lovers, slow burn, polyamory, ghostsoap, pricegaz, alerudy, heavy angst, requited unrequited love, graphic violence

hypothetically speaking if you did, a d@ddy k1nk drabble, with Max Cady. That would be…fun 👀

hey, little devil!

“I wanna show you something.” purring, you climb up on to the massive bed where Max is sprawled out, hands behind his head. there’s a thin, white sheet that is draped over his abdomen, obscuring the rest of his nakedness from you, but his torso, etched with art, is on full display.

“Oh yeah?” a wicked grin worms its way into his countenance as he watches you sit on your knees in front of him. “Whattya wanna show me, darlin’? Somethin’ naughty, no doubt.” one of his hands flees to caress your cheek, thumb careening to trace the lower counterpart of your pouting couplet.

you mirror his grin with a coy one of your own, pressing a sugary peck to the calloused pad of his thumb before parting your tiers and grazing his nail with your teeth. giving him a little nibble before wrapping your lips around the digit entirely, you tilt your head. “It’s a.. little bit naughty.” you admit in a slurred voice, sheepish yet excited to share. you kiss his thumb once more, purging it from your cavern before you turn around. your fingers bunch up the fabric of your breezy skirt as you inch it upwards, exposing your panties, and you bend forward, poking your butt out on display towards Max. you stare at his countenance in the mirror, and to your relief, see undeniable hunger in his eyes.

“Well now, these must be new.” Max purrs, sitting up straight. placing one palm flush against your cheek, he uses the grip to keep it steady while the other hand toys with the fabric of the lingerie, thick digits slipping beneath it to ghost over your sensitive skin. “‘Daddy’s Angel’?” he reads the font sewn into the butt of the garment with bemusement and pride. “That’s what that says?”

giggling, you nod. “Do you like them?”

Max chortles, fingers curling around the fabric to draw most together. “‘Course I like ‘em, darlin’, but you’re definitely not daddy’s angel. You’re more like… daddy’s little devil.” his tongue darts over his bottom lip as he pulls the fabric taut and watches it slip between your globes. with the cotton of the panties forced so tight against your sex, you find yourself eliciting a sultry whimper, and your hips undulate against the sensation. “Yeah, that’s right. Daddy’s dirty, little devil. Always sittin’ on his shoulder, makin’ him think about doin’ all sorts of bad, bad things to her.”

“Like what?” you coo, in hopes that he’ll indulge you. “What does daddy want to do to his little devil right now?”

“Right now?” he repeats, and you can hear the arrogance in his voice; looking at his massive form looming over you in the mirror, you feel butterflies in your stomach. “Right now, seeing this pretty, little ass ain’t nearly marked up enough for my likin’, daddy wants to leave his John Hancock all over it.” his words are coupled with a brutal thwack to your supple cheek, that ripples at the contact of his palm.

whining, your hands scrape and grip fists in the sheet, body lurching forward at the force of his spank. “Mark me up, please, daddy!” you’re hardly able to plead before another smack lands in exactly the same spot, stinging much more than the first.

“Me, oh, my!” Max exclaims gleefully. “I bet that stung like fire, didn’t it, little devil? Don’tchu worry your little head, daddy’s gonna cover your pretty cheeks in black and blue, but he’ll kiss it better when he’s done.”

THE GODFATHER - PART II (1974) Directed by Francis Ford Coppola

So funny 😂

Max spinning in the background on the dance floor 😂

1976 -> 2023