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The Lost 1
Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss, grieving, death, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
Characters: nomad!Steve Rogers
Summary: You move into a shared flat and encounter a mysterious man.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
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“And this is your room,” Muriel stops before a door along the short hallway. “You have a neighbour just across the hall, and two more on the other side of the kitchen.”
You nod. It isn’t an ideal situation. Not one you ever saw yourself in. But survival isn’t built for the fussy. There are many others like you. Those not so lucky, those who are dead. Many who never got the choice of a new home.
You keep your hand on your rolling bag, your other on your canvas knapsack. They’re full of items that aren’t your own. Second-hand clothes acquired from shelters and toiletries given out by the support workers. You’re on your own now.
“Anything else, dear?” Muriel asks to your silence.
“Thank you, Muriel,” you murmur.
She hands you the key and leaves. Before showing you your own space, she took you around those shared by the rest of her boarders. You suppose they’re your roommates now. A kitchen, two bathrooms, a front room with a tattered couch and old tube television. You’ll stick to your own four walls.
You slide the key in the slot, the metal grinding loudly. You hear a throat clear and peer towards the noise. The walls must be thin. You’re still alone. You let yourself into the room, pulling the door shut behind you. You flip the lock back into place before you shove your bags by the wall.
There’s a twin bed with a metal frame, a single night table, and a standing lamp. There’s also a shallow closet. It’s not much but you don’t need more than that. It’s good to have a roof over your head.
You sit on the lumpy mattress and the frame squeaks loudly. You stand up again and pace around. There isn’t too much room. It shouldn’t matter, you won’t need it. You’ll be out working and back to sleep again. You start tomorrow at the convenience shop.
You hear a thump and your head pops up. You can’t help but jump in your shoes. Ever since the city rained down around you, every bump, every sudden noise has you skittish. It’s nothing, only another boarder.
You go to your bag and unbuckle the flap. You pull out a can of beans and the pocket knife in the side pocket. You go back to the bed and sit, another shrill whine from the metal frame. You pull out the can open from the pocket knife and peel back the lid. On the same keychain is a small metal spork you use to scoop out the beans, eating them cold as your stomach growls hungrily.
You eat, bite by bite, staring at the wall, just beside the only window. It isn’t home. You don’t expect one of those. It’s just a place to live. To survive.
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You take your toothbrush and your tube of toothpaste with you to the bathroom down the hall. It’s just across from the other bedroom on that side of the flat. The doorway is dark, beckoning you inside. You flip on the light and shut the door as you enter.
You turn on the tap and set to brushing your teeth. Such a basic and simple task but one you didn’t always have the chance to do. It’s almost soothing to feel the bristles in your mouth. It makes you feel almost normal.
You take your time as the mint flavour sticks to your tongue. You rinse your brush and flick off the excess water, sliding it back into the travel tube and capping the paste. You look at yourself in the mirror, not for long, just to make sure you still recognise you.
You clutch your things in one hand and flick the light off. You open the door and nearly shriek at the shadow waiting in the hall. You waver in the doorway as a tiny wisp escapes your throat. You blink as the dark silhouette stands with arms crossed in the dim hall.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” the man says gruffly.
He's tall but mostly obscured. His hair wings out around his neck and his shoulders bulge broadly. You feel his eyes boring into you, as he can see through the darkness and you.
You dip your chin and sidle out, keeping your distance as you sidestep along the wall. You should apologise but your voice is buried deep down. You put your hand up in a show of deference.
“You done?” He asks.
You pause and look at the plaster across from you. You nod then turn your back to him completely. He must be the neighbour. You quickly shuffle to your room and hide behind the door. It’s much better than the shelter, you don’t have someone rolling into your sleeping bag, but still, you’re claustrophobic.
You mourn that most. The sense of privacy. Of personal space. Have a place that’s your own with people you know. People you love.
You toss your toothbrush and toothpaste onto the night table and huff as you sit on the bed. You frown and push your head back, trying to soothe the tightness between your shoulders. You blow out, breath rattling as your nose tingles.
You can never go back to Sokovia or how it was. You can only go forward and the road ahead is very lonely.
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boxofbonesfic · 7 months
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Title: Brave [5 of ?]
Pairing: Orc!Steve x Reader
Summary: The journey to Tarrath is not one to be undertaken lightly—there are more things to fear in the untamed places of the world than stags, a lesson you are soon to learn. 
Warnings: 18+ Only, Genre typical violence, Warlord Nomad AU, Dark Fantasy/n AU, Enemies to lovers, Eventual smut, References to past abuse
A/N: 👀
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You have been riding since before sunup, and your hips and back ache from long hours spent in the saddle. The pack sets a leisurely pace through the grass sea, meandering through the plain in a loose line. The vast mountains you knew are at your back now, shrinking into misty, faint points. They tell you how far you have come with their distance, and you wonder how many steps you have taken since last you were the person you had been before. 
Since you left the woman you were supposed to be by the riverside—and how many more you will have to take to become someone else entirely. Though it has been only a fortnight sine you watched the village burn, it feels like a lifetime ago. Someone else’s memory, someone else’s eyes. 
The pack keeps a steady pace until the sun is high in the sky and the mountains are meaningless pinpricks. The land changes too, the flat plains turning into rolling hills that remind you of the cresting waves you have seen painted in books and on tapestries. The only difference is, these don’t come crashing down to drown you, the grass whispering quietly in the breeze. 
You ride somewhere in the middle of the line, the pack stretching both before and behind you, riding towards the sun as it begins to sink low in the sky. You can see Steve near the front, his sword strapped between his broad, bare shoulders. Like he can feel your gaze, he turns back, one thick fang hanging over his lip as he grins. You drop your head, your cheeks burning. 
Let them see.
When you look up again, he’s gone. 
Night on the grass sea is beautiful. A thousand thousand stars glow like fireflies caught in tar, stretching out further than you can see into the darkness. The pack does not stop, continuing at the same pace as all light fades, and the moon rises cold and clear. At first, the sheer drop in temperature is enough to keep you awake—without the thick furs and blankets neatly rolled and strapped to your horse, your ripped dress offers less protection against the biting wind. But after a few hours, despite the chill, your eyelids begin to droop heavily, your shoulders dropping as you slump in the saddle. 
It is the feel of Steve’s warm hand on your back that wakes you, instantly jolting you into panicked awareness as you turn sharply to glare at him. 
“Easy, Sweetmeat,” he replies. “I mean only to keep you from breaking your neck.” He raises an eyebrow. “Unless that is your wish this night.” 
You scowl. “No, I—thank you.” The words come haltingly.
“The journey is a long one.” Steve shrugs. “You will learn to sleep in the saddle.” 
“Or fall out of it,” you mutter, and he laughs, a loud boisterous sound that carries out into the night. 
“You never cease to amuse, Sweetmeat,” he says after a moment, the words still colored with the sound of his mirth. “I wonder what the elders shall make of you.” There is fear at his words, but your curiosity burns just as brightly. 
“What is it like?” You ask. “Your city?”
“In your tongue, Tarrath means ‘city at the end of the world’.”  You feel your eyes widen in spite of your attempt to keep your features schooled into neutrality. “It was built into the cliffside by my people long ago, before we knew the arbitrary lines your kings drew on their maps.” You gape at him, floundering for words. The maps you know end somewhere out into the grass sea. At their edges, perhaps an orc settlement or two, but mostly… nothing.  The impossibly vast mountains and the forests that border them are all you know.
But perhaps the truths you know are not truths at all. 
“Have you seen the sea, little one?” You shake your head. 
“What does it look like?”
Steve smiles. “Blue. The water is salt to the taste, but so blue. Like… two skies.” He motions with his hands, and you hold the reins tightly as you close your eyes and try to see it. More water than you could possibly imagine, as deep and endless as the sky.
“And the city?” You ask, stifling a yawn. 
“There are great towers of red brick with fires at their hearts. And there are not so few men as you might think.” 
“Humans?”
“And more.” He nods. “Elves, Dwarves. Children of the world before.”
You begin to slump again as he speaks, but this time Steve doesn’t wake you. He reaches across your lap to grasp the reins in one large hand. He loops them around the horn of his saddle. When you do finally begin to lean over, it is against his warm shoulder. 
“You coddle her.”  Bucky’s irritated voice doesn’t wake you—the firm hold exhaustion has on you is too heavy to drag your mind back to wakefulness, and you will not remember these words when you do wake again. Steve chuckles. 
“I like her.”
“Storm’s too thick.” You, and the rest of the pack are crowded around Bucky as he speaks, the horses shifting anxiously in the stillness. You can see it, the band of dark, angry dust stretching across the horizon. You’ve never seen anything like it, like the Gods’ fury given terrible form. When Bucky had set out to scout, it was a pinprick–and now the cloud stretches almost as far as you can see. “We’ll be waiting days for it to pass.”
Steve grimaces, his tusks hanging over his lip as he showcases his displeasure. 
“Aye,” he agrees, turning his eyes toward the horizon, eyeing the storm. “We’ll go around.” 
“The pass?” There’s a murmur of something like discomfort that passes through the pack. Something like fear. “Gods damn it.” Bucky looks back toward the storm and curses again. “We don’t have the rations to wait it out.” He doesn’t ask—it isn’t a question. And Steve’s grim expression is all the answer you need. 
“We’ll put it to a vote. The pass—or the storm.” He turns to the pack. “Those who want to brave the storm, step forward.” Lightning crashes in the distance, and you swallow thickly. By the sound of it, the pass is equally formidable. You recall the stag, it’s hungry jaws and fierce eyes, and wonder what else waits for you on this road—the one you’ve chosen. 
After a moment, Steve nods stonily, his expression battle-fierce. 
“The pass it is.” 
The pack wastes no time reorienting itself, turning west to skirt around the tempest of stinging sand and thunder. Carol rides up beside you, her expression grim. 
“Do not think we have chosen the easy road, little human.” 
You don’t. “What is the pass?”
“It was a road, once. One that has returned to the sea and the things that live inside it.” Her voice is low, warning. “Men are wise to fear the zikaegina,” she gestures at the endless shifting grass. “It hides many things.” 
“Why did you abandon the road?” Carol grimaces, her expression heavy with memories, knowledge you don’t share. Her eyes are dark when they meet yours again.
“Because other things used it too.” 
to be continued
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Drawn Together Masterlist
Summary: You get a tattoo on an impulse to break your routine, but you walk away with something else as permanent as the ink.
Status: In Progress
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evansbby · 2 years
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you are currently sick (get well btw baby <3 )and i am struggling with my periods rn which got me thinking a looot about poyt!Steve!!!
Now imagine if omega got her periods (she is prego but let's say it happened before that), what would it be like for Steve and their sex?
Because from one side he is this insatiable, wild sex-animal that will never stop but he is also misogynist, so will it idk disgust him away?
If not, can you only imagine how it will be? 😭 Like omega is all scared, and her belly hurts from the cramps but Steve doesn't give a shit and thrusts in anyway. As usual he uses ✨gaslighting and manipulation✨ in a form of "Cmon, baby, I will fuck the pain away" or "I heard orgasm helps with cramps down there, just the tip baby" (LMAO NOT THE TIP) and if she keeps whining he straight up tells her to stfu. It might also turn him on that she is in pain idk?
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Oh you know what would happen. POYT!Steve is a fuckboy through and through, and if he’s horny then it doesn’t matter if you’re on your period, he will take what he wants bc he usually thinks of his own pleasure first RIP 😌😭
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Warnings: smut, period sex, daddy kink, noncon, coercion, a/b/o dynamics, manipulation, gaslighting
(Let’s say this takes place before omega got pregnant obviously)
“Ah, Steve! Stop, please just… Give me a second to… Ah!”
Steve’s kisses are ravenous, plump lips trailing hungrily from your mouth to your cheek and down to your jaw, so insistent as his knee nudges your thighs apart.
“Why are you wearing all this shit?” He mutters impatiently, tugging off your robe before scowling at the sight of your leggings. “You knew what time I was coming home, so why aren’t you prepared for me?”
Steve prefers you in as little clothes as possible when you’re in the bedroom. And of course you comply because when have you ever said no to him? You’re often clad in just a shirt of his and panties, sitting on the side of the bed and waiting for him to return from football practice all riled up and ready to fuck you.
But today is different.
Today, Steve had come home to you curled up in his bed — which you had basically turned into your own nest with a bunch of blankets and pillows surrounding you. You also had your trusted hot water bottle plus your fuzzy robe and fuzzy leggings too.
The same fuzzy leggings that Steve is currently peeling off your body.
“Stop, Steve, please! I can’t!”
The alpha pays you no attention, his kisses getting more desperate, and you can feel his hard dick through his sweatpants, pressing into your clothed core. And being on your period, you’re extra sensitive so you can’t help but whimper softly, “Steve, I can’t!”
“You can’t, huh? I don’t remember the word ‘can’t’ being in your vocabulary, baby.” The blond forcefully tugs your top off, throwing it somewhere behind him and licking his lips at your bare breasts, “I’ve just come home from a hard fucking day at practice. The least you could do, as my omega, is wait for me without all this bullshit covering your body. What have I told you about easy access, huh omega? Tell me.”
“That good omegas wait patiently for their daddy to come home and fuck them. Preferably with no clothes on for easier access.” You recite before pressing your lips together, knowing it’ll get him angry when you push his roaming hands off you, “B-But, Steve, this is different! I’m on my period!”
Steve stops short, blue eyes narrowing as he gazes down at you almost suspiciously. You’re not sure how he’ll react, but his crotch is still rutting into you, almost as if he can’t stop.
“I’ve got really bad cramps, Steve. M-Maybe we could just… cuddle?” You feel embarrassed saying it, and so bashful because you’ve never asked him to do anything like that before.
“My little baby wants to cuddle huh?” Steve coos, putting on that condescending voice that he does whenever he wants to baby you and do depraved things to you, “You think just because you’re on your period, it gives you the right to deny your daddy? Huh? Is that what you think?” He taps your cheek meanly.
“N-No, wouldn’t deny you!” You cry, feeling his scent start to make your senses go numb, and you’re so torn because you really want nothing more than to rip his clothes off and let him have his way with you. But you’re also cramping so badly, you know it wouldn’t be the best idea.
“Really, because it sounds like you’re denying me. Denying your alpha. After everything I’ve done for you.” Quick as a wink, Steve flips you over onto your tummy, hiking your hips up and ripping your leggings clean down the middle. “How about this, baby. You give me what I want, and then maybe I’ll consider giving you those cuddles that you want.”
“But Steve, my cramps, I, ah!” The next thing you hear is the rip of your panties, and you feel this rush of embarrassment, heat blooming on your cheeks because you’re on your period, and Steve just doesn’t seem to care, looking straight at your bare pussy and pulling at the string of your tampon, taking it out and throwing it in the bin beside the bed while you bury your head in the pillow.
“You think a little blood’s gonna scare me off, omega?” Steve swats your ass, making you yelp, “I own your sweet little pussy. You’re my omega, I have every right to fuck you whenever I want. So you better remember that the next time you try to deny me. You should know better by now, but you still find ways to disappoint me, don’t you?”
You feel a rush of anguish, hating that you’ve disappointed your alpha. But it’s soon replaced by sparks of pleasure that bloom in your belly when Steve drives his big, thick dick inside you in one unforgivingly hard thrust, distracting you from the pain of your cramps in the process.
“Oh fuck, fuck, daddy!” You whimper, grinding your hips back against him while he holds you steady with his unforgiving grip, his dick so big and invasive inside of you — he’s fucked you so many times now but you still can’t seem to get used to his size. Your pussy squelches noisily around him, stretched out and feeling used already.
“Look at my sweet little baby, on your period yet still so horny for daddy’s dick. I knew you wanted to get fucked deep down, daddy always knows.” Steve’s got one hand fisted into your hair, jerking your head back as he completely ravages you, “What if I told my friends, told everyone what a huge slut you are, getting fucked on your period?”
“N-No, please! Daddy, please don’t tell them! I, oh fuck!” You’re slowly going delirious — it’s the effect that he has on you every single time he fucks you, renders you so dumb on his cock that all you can do is whimper and moan and take it.
“God, fuck. Tightest little baby pussy I’ve ever had,” Steve murmurs through gritted teeth, the squelching sound of your arousal mixed with your blood is embarrassingly loud, but it only seems to spur him on more.
“Never fucked a girl on her period before. But you, fuck baby, you drive me insane. Can’t get enough of your tiny body. Can’t believe you’re all mine, my little baby, my omega. My fucking wife, fuck!”
Your eyes widen when he says “wife” and it’s that one word that somehow seems to drive you over the edge — that and the fact that you’re so sensitive because of your period. You squirt around Steve’s thick dick in record time, moaning and crying out his name, rutting into him to prolong your high as he continues to fuck you.
“Mm, you couldn’t help but cum already, huh baby?” Steve gives your ass another harsh slap, “Bet you were all riled up, just waiting for daddy to come home. Bet you regret denying me now, don’t you? Well don’t you worry, baby. Daddy’s nowhere near done. But by the time I am done, you’re gonna need those cuddles — because you sure as hell won’t be physically capable of doing anything else.”
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fictive-sl0th · 1 year
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Concept drabble ~850 words
Loki returning from a successful battle…
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warnings: 18+ smut, dark/dom!Loki, power imbalance, domination kink, choking kink
"Who just saved your pathetic, little realm today, darling?" Loki growled, pride dripping from his tongue as he pressed your back flush against the cold tiles of the weaponry.
The place you’ve been waiting for your god’s return since he left with the other Avengers. Golden belts had clicked menacingly on Asgardian leather, his emerald eyes were fully darkened, narrowed like a predator on hunt and a catastrophic plan was lingering in his witty mind like a drug before Loki’s tall frame had disappeared in the Quinjet.
"You, Loki" you panted, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming force his snapping hips bestowed on you.
Droplets of foreign blood were running down the broad chest plate of his Asgardian armor and the golden belt menacingly smacked against black leather imperfect unison with his fast thrusts. Those obsidian curls hung damp around his hollowed cheeks, messy and crusty from all the dirty fighting. The deadly god's deranged, fucked-up look contrasted hard with his arrogant mind and the sweet scent of success. It only spurred you on further.
"Louder! Scream it!” Loki chided your caution, a taunting eyebrow rose as he grabbed your chin between two long digits.
“Who's your fucking savior, hm?" The glass door vibrating at the strong echo of his baritone voice that was layered with sex-drunken moans and labored breaths. You could feel every angry ridge and vein of his heavenly cock pumping inside your, nudging you towards the abyss of climax with rough punches.
Greedy hands gripped your delicate ankles, the muscles that easily ripped spines in two and drew damned blades through countless unworthy throats pulled them upwards as he straightened his back. Staggered moans of his name escaped your lips in an erratic rhythm.
“Well, look at ohh goddsss that. My darling girl drowning in the pleasure only I can give” Loki moaned, the dust and dirt on his alabaster skin seemed like wicked shadows dancing on the sharp path that were his cheekbones. Addictive sparks crackled in your belly, together with the bare skin of your ass slapping against Loki’s leather trousers forming a symphony of raw pleasure. Pure sex.
“I- I can’t- thank you Loki” you panted desperately searching for words that pleased your eternal lover but your brain was too numbed by his wide top kissing your soft spot over and over again. The pace was inhuman and so was the strength of your approaching climax.
“Nooornss… I’ll loose control if you say that again, darling”. As if he wasn’t already lost in the sinful sounds and overwhelming sensation of his victory fuck.
“tha- thank you my king” you goaded his ego, arching your back from the reply that was nothing less than a sweet promise of the erratic muscles that guided Loki’s hips so shamelessly. You clicked his mind that was teetering in the brink of darkness anyway.
And what was the day without the night to follow? So you delivered the gate for all the adrenaline that was gushing through your lover's godly system…
A dirty hand wrapped tightly around your throat while Loki’s tall frame rose above you, haughty eyes piercing every lewd twist of your features. On full display the superior being; the god of mischief who just saved your entire realm with an elegance and style only he conducted so skillfully on every battlefield.
Now the dark, wicked prince was bathing in his success like the insatiable god he was, taking the push of your rampant words with a muffled gratitude before the darker version of Loki Laufeyson finally devoted him.
"Say my name" he rasped with a such a force behind his voice, it almost bursted your heart. The prince's once so precise thrusts became more and more relentless and the shady grin feasted on your throaty moans.
"Loki" you tried to cry out, you back uncontrollably arching and slamming against his dusty armor. But your voice was were barely audible, strangled by his veiny veins that held your shuffling neck in place.
In between seconds of drowning in the sizzling hotness between you legs, you tried again, Loki biting his lips at your desperate attempts to satisfy his thundering desires. God, this was exactly what he craved; relishing in the same spotless power imbalance as he found in battles. Only that this time your quivering, spent body was the one fighting.
But it didn't suffice yet. Not today and not for him.
"When I am done with you my little slut, whole New York will fathom the name of their god" the threat lingered in the air like a siren singing her deadly lullaby to a hopeless prey. You would give in, knew it damn well.
A pathetic nod was allowed by his prominent hand still wrapped around your neck. “And your necklace will stay on nonetheless. You can do it, little one. I believe in you” Loki rasped with a proud, goading grin on his chapped lips while the forest green of his almond eyes was long gone…
"Now cum for you benevolent god. Prove yourself worthy of my notorious touch"…
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a/n: found this originally much shorter draft in my notes and thought I’d give it a try again. Thanks for reading :)
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I could teach you things
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Summary: I love every mommy!wanda fic I see so I wanted to give it a proper go, so here she is,
Wanda takes a liking to the boys new babysitter and she intends to finally make you hers despite your many protests
Words: 2K
Warnings: 18+! minors DNI!, swearing, mentions of smut no actual smut, dark!wanda, manipulation and coercion kinda
A/N: this isn’t proofread because I did it in like 4 hours, but I hope it’s good :)
Wanda was quiet as she watched you move through the kitchen "are you okay Y/n?" She asked and you jumped away from the cabinet "sorry! I didn't see you there Miss Maximoff"
"It's okay honey I'm sorry I startled you, what are you looking for?" she moved closer to where you stood making you nervous, this woman always managed to make you nervous and you'd only known her a few months since you started working as her babysitter "I er I'm just looking for some snacks for the boys, they've finished their dinner"
Wanda hummed looking at your flushed expression and smiling "there's some chocolate in the cupboard next to you, how about you give the boys the chocolate and meet me in the front room" it wasn't a request and you knew it so you quickly nodded and took the boys their treats promising to return
When you came back to the front room Wanda was sat relaxed on the couch with 2 glasses of wine "oh Miss Maximoff I don't really drink..." you sheepishly sat down next to her and she just smiled "it's okay honey you don't have to drink it all at once, little sips make the wine taste so much better" passing the glass to you she let your fingers touch and you felt electric pulling back just as quick as she touched you.
"Do I make you nervous?" The question was so innocent and yet the smirk on Wanda's face told you she was anything other than innocent in asking her question
“N-no Miss Maximoff I just, I just think I need to be going, I think my mom will be wondering where I am" you took a nervous sip of your wine immediately making a face of distaste making the ginger laugh
“Oh love I'm sure your mom won't mind you staying out past your bedtime, you are a big girl aren't you?"
You laughed "of course, but she worries if I don't at least let her know where I am" you pulled your phone from your pocket but Wanda quickly took it from you "let me tell her sweetheart, what's your passcode?"
You've never told anyone your passcode, it's not like you have anything to hide but it just felt weird to give it to someone, especially someone so close to your mom but it was Wanda so
"It's 137823" you whispered and Wanda smiled "thank you princess" opening your phone she sent a text to your mom that she didn't let you see but you didn't question it when she put your phone on the table looking back at you "are you still dating Carol?" Her voice was sharp and it made you jump "no, no we broke up, she wanted to..." your voice trailed off and Wanda moved closer to you placing a hand on your knee
"Go on honey" she encouraged you and so you did "she wanted to have sex and I didn't, I just don't feel ready"
"Oh honey I'm sorry about that" she inched her hand a little up your leg rubbing small circles, fortunately for her you failed to notice "never feel pressured to do anything you're not ready for, but I do want to ask, have you ever done anything" she stopped for moment "sexual?"
You felt the blush cover your entire face and tried moving away from the woman but instead she gripped your thigh keeping you still, that's when you noticed how high her hand really was "shh its okay Y/n, women have these kinds of chats that's nothing wrong with it"
You nodded, Wanda wouldn't lie to you, would she? No of course not "well I tried touching myself but I felt odd so I stopped" Wanda's interest was piqued so she pressed on "did you feel tingly?
You shrugged "a little, then it got more intense and I thought I had to pee so I just stopped, I've never really tired again" Wanda listened intently and when you looked down she lifted your chin up smiling at you "don't be embarrassed malyshka you just need someone to teach you, it's all about communication"
What was she offering? You were sure she was offering something but you couldn't think of it "oh I guess so but what girl wants to spend their time teaching me things like a child"
Wanda kept a hold of your chin softly stroking you with her thumb "you need an older woman to teach you" she moved her face close to your own whispering in your ear "I could teach you" your eyes widened and you jumped away from her and off of the couch "Miss Maximoff I don't think that's appropriate! You felt bad for shouting but she what she was offering was definitely inappropriate, how was it not?
Wanda wasn't fazed, in fact she smirked "why do you think it's inappropriate honey?" You shook your head "are you serious?! You're like 12 years older than me!"
"Actually it's 10 years but I'll forgive since you seem to be a little upset" setting her wine glass down she stood and you instantly shrunk under he gaze "such a sweet little girl who needs someone to help her, let me"
"No, no Miss Maximoff this is wrong, I think I should go home now" you went to turn for the door but Wanda snatched your hand pulling you into her, you facing away and her face in your neck "are you sure?"
Her lips descended onto your neck in opened mouth kisses making you groan unintentionally which made her smile and lift from your neck "I know you have a mom but I think what you really need is a mommy"
Just as you tried pulling away from Wanda again the boys ran into the room but Wanda still refused to let you go "hey boys everything okay?" Tommy looked between you two "what are you doing?”
You looked at Wanda wondering what she’d do but she gave you a nose kiss looking back to her sons “boys, Y/n is going to be around a lot more from now on, isn’t that exciting?” Their faces lit up when Wanda said that ignoring the way you tried squirming away from their mother’s harsh grip
“That’s so cool! That means we can stay up late playing video games!” Billy and Tommy high fived running back out of the room clearly forgetting what they ran in for in the first place
Finally Wanda let you go and you nearly fell foreword but managed to keep yourself upright making her laugh “well the boys are very excited for you to stay around-“
“No! No this isn’t happening, I’m sorry Wanda I have to put my foot down and say I won’t be babysitting the boys anymore if you continue to be like this” your awkward assertiveness had Wanda raising her eyebrow and tilting her head to the side getting angry “oh really? I think you need to watch how you speak to me shlyukha”
You didn’t know many words that Wanda said but that word you knew since her ex husband used to call it her when he was still around “I’m not a whore Wanda”
“You’re right, to be a whore you need to be having sex, something your clueless little mind doesn’t know anything about” she spun around and picked up your phone from the table “oh look, your mom has text back”
Your throat closed up, forgetting that Wanda sent your mom a text, and after this whole situation you were scared of what it was “what did you say? Wanda smirked “I told her you wanted to stay with me and that I was your mommy now”
“You fucking didn’t!” A slap landed across your face shocking you and holding your soon to be bruised cheek
“Don’t you dare speak to me like that again or the next slap you get will be a lot harsher on a very different part of your body” her voice was hushed as not to scare the boys who she hoped didn’t hear your silly outburst before.
You nodded falling back against the wall and sliding down it keeping your eyes on the woman who’s face softened seeing you scared “oh malen'kiy I’m sorry but you forced my hand, when you misbehave mommy has to punish you”
You didn’t say anything, you just kept your eyes to the floor so you didn’t see Wanda stood above you and she was now stroking your hair get you refused to look up at her “are you okay?”
You shook your head no “why me?” Your voice was a whisper and Wanda knelt down to you “because I see you’ve just been begging for someone to take care of you, you spend day after day trying to please other people while they do nothing for you, the way Carol treated you only for her to break up with you because you wouldn’t fuck her”
You felt wet tears fall from your eyes knowing she was right, you were too much of a people pleaser, and you never got any appreciation back, Wanda carried on seeing your tears
“I want to be the one that pleases you, I want to spoil you with everything you deserve” she pulled your reluctant self into a hug “I want to be the one who touches your body first, I want it bruised by my fingers and I want your moans to be heard by me and me alone” your tears were heavier now but not with sadness you didn’t think, you did really want someone to look after you, but Wanda was going about it in a harsh and manipulative manner.
“You belong here with me, your mother doesn’t car-” your phone lit up again and it caught Wanda’s eye so she handed you your phone back, a little annoyed it interrupted her “read what she has to say” through teary eyes you read the screen
Y/n: Your daughter is mine now ;)
*Several missed calls from mom*
Mom: Y/n? Answer the phone please! I know you’re still at Wandas but please don’t let her do anything!
Mom: She’s off her meds I’m sure of it! Her husband left her for a reason!
The phone was snatched away from you and you realised you were reading aloud which Wanda didn’t like “your mother, along with everyone else in this damn neighbourhood, thinks my husband left because of me and my issues, well what actually happened was, he was fucking his secretary, but that didn’t make him leave no, what made he leave was when he found me fucking her over his desk showing her which maximoff she should’ve chosen”
She dragged you to your feet by your hair dragging you through the house into a room you hadn’t been in before, she closed the door and let you go, you rubbed where she had her grip on you and looked around the room realising this was Vision’s office and your eyes landed on the desk, empty from where he’d cleaned it out when he left
“Are you thinking about it princess? Thinking about me naked with a strap on nestled deep in another woman yanking her hair back so I could spit into her mouth and make her swallow it like the dirty whore she is, my fingers leaving dark purple bruises over her ass as she fu-“
“Enough!” You shouted, you’d had enough, you were sick of her going from one extreme to the other “why don’t you go and get her then?! Go and get that woman you fucked in this very room, I’m sure she’d want to be abused by you again!”
Wanda smiled, like she didn’t just hear you tell her to go and abuse someone “but then who would look after my little girl? You need to stay with me at all times from now on”
You just laughed at her “I don’t have to do any of the shit you say I’m going home right now” you barged past her out of the office and down the stairs finally leaving but was stopped by a soft voice “y/n?” It was Billy, you turned around smiling at the young boy hoping he didn’t see more tears welling up in your eyes “what’s up little man?”
“Aren’t you gonna stay and help us with our Lego set? Mom said you’d stay” He looked sad that you were gonna leave him and it broke your heart “no Billy no I’m staying of course I am…I” you sighed seeing Wanda saunter down the stairs giving you a neutral expression “there’s no ice cream in the house and we can’t build Lego sets without ice cream sandwiches can we?”
You heard Tommy run into the room hearing the word ice cream “we’re getting ice cream?! Hell yeah!”
“Tommy! No bad language” Wanda finally spoke scaring you more than her son who apologised immediately “sorry mom but ice cream is the best”
“Curb your excitement boys, Y/n and I will get the ice cream, I’ll get Agatha to come and watch you okay?” You had no time to say anything before Wanda dragged you out of the house and forced you into her car putting your seatbelt on so you couldn’t get out “I don’t want my princess escaping now do I?” You refused to look at her, if you were forced to stay with her you’d make it a living hell for her
“It’s okay my love I know you’ll be a good girl for me sooner or later, even if I have to break that fighting spirit of yours”.
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Kinktober Day 10♦️ Love Bites ♦️ Kinktober Masterlist
Girlfriend! Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Wanda isn’t a fan of your closeness with some of the men in the compound.
CW: Dub-con, established relationship, possessive Wanda, jealousy, soft! Dark, femdom, degradation & praise, bondage
Words: 1k
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The pinch across the back of your neck doesn’t alert you. 
It’s not unusual for her to watch you. Wanda’s focus never strays too far from you. You’ve grown used to it. After all the losses she suffered, her concern makes sense. It’s why you always reassure her, remind her you’re not going anywhere. Not now or ever. 
Still, there’s a sliver of unease as a glimpse of red hair flickers in the corner of your eye. You blink rapidly, searching the room. Your girlfriend isn’t here. Your mouth parts in surprise; you could have sworn you felt her presence.
"What’s wrong?" Steve inquires, worry creasing his forehead. 
"I thought I saw…"
"Wanda?" Sam finishes.
Your eyes travel between the two of them as they share a knowing smile. 
"Yeah."
"You two are attached at the hip," Sam observes, sipping from his drink. 
While it’s bereft of judgement, his remark irks you a little. You reply with a nonchalant shake of your head.
"That’s not true."
"It is. Every time there’s a team hangout, you two are always… unavailable."
Steve’s comment sends a rush of heat to your cheeks. Wanda’s very good at finding ways to keep you busy - every part of you really - instead of spending time with the other avengers. 
"I’ll go find her," you stammer, too flustered to meet their eyes. 
Their amused stares follow you as you leave the get-together early. 
Your strides into the hallways are long and hurried. Finding Wanda’s room will take forever. The layout of this massive place still confuses you. 
As you ponder whether to turn left or right, your predicament is halted when red sparks swirl around you. You squeal as you’re pulled into a new place, the world shifting around you. 
Confusingly, you blink at your surroundings. This is Wanda’s room, you realize. 
As your head still spins at the abrupt portal-crossing, you’re unceremoniously tossed over soft sheets and cushions.
You lift your head and are greeted by the sight of a very irate Sokovian witch, her orbs bright red with the same magic bouncing off her fingertips.
"So…did you have fun flirting with Wilson and Rogers right in front of me?" 
The anger brimming in her tone sharpens her melodic Sokovian accent. 
"We weren’t flirting," you retaliate.
Wanda tilts her head, displeasure evident on her pretty face. Her magic clogs the room and you hold your breath, trembling on the bed. 
"You were laughing."
"Sam told a joke."
"A joke…" she scoffs.
With a twitch of her fingers, she has you bound to the bed. Magic ropes circle your wrists, connecting you to the headboard. Sizzling heat burns your flesh when you try to move. You gasp as your clothes tear, red energy pulsing along your skin before they vanish. In the cool air, you shiver. Wanda drinks in your helpless, exposed form. 
Her green eyes are dark with wicked intent as she approaches the bed.
"Wanda, come on. You can’t possibly-"
Your choke on your protests as a slender finger buries in your core. Pathetic whines cascade through your throat. 
Your eyelids flutter, your walls clenching around her finger. She pumps her digit inside you at a slow cadence as you whimper.
"Do you feel me, pretty bird?" Wanda smiles, crawling over you until she’s looming over your writhing form. Her glossy, red locks graze your chest. 
Attentive green eyes cling to you as you shake and moan.
She twirls her thumb over your bundle of nerves and you bite your lip, hard enough for blood to coat your tongue. 
"Wanda, please…" 
"This is what you get for flaunting what’s mine, birdie," she growls, dipping a second finger inside you. A high-pitched keen unleashes from your throat, your eyes rolling backwards. Magic dangles at her fingertips and it drags jolts of strange, blissful electricity through your body. 
It’s too much. You’re on the cusp of explosion, your nerves buzzing with both pleasure and pain. Heat radiates from your face as the sinful song of your drenched walls being explored by your girlfriend swells in the room. 
"Oh birdie, you’re soaking wet. You really are my filthy slut, aren’t you?"
The tease has you tightening around her fingers. Wanda chuckles, her pretty lips curving in a lopsided smirk. 
"Time to come for me, pretty bird," she purrs. At her command, you let your body drift into a sea of pleasure, your back arching against the sheets as you reach your climax.
Satisfaction glimmers in her forest orbs as she leers down at you. Your arousal rains over her fingers and she brings your fingers to her mouth. Fire licks at your cheeks as she tastes you with a dragged out, lewd hum. Your breaths are still shallow and ragged when Wanda bends over you. 
At first, you feel soft lips on your neck and your eyes shut. But quickly, her kisses turns sharp and painful.
You screech, eyes snapping open as her teeth breach your tender skin. 
Tears grow in your eyes as she licks the wound.
"Wanda, please, it hurts…" you cry with a wobbly voice. 
She purrs against your flesh, ignoring your sobs and biting all over your collarbone. 
Her mouth trails all over your skin, leaving little of it unmarked. You squirm beneath her, bearing with the punishment. 
Much more visible than hickeys, the indents in your skin are deep and swollen. Impossible to miss. A public display of Wanda’s claim over you, one she revels in as evidenced by her smug smile. Your lip trembles. 
Wanda gives your slick folds a cruel pinch while huskily whispering against your ear shell,
"It’s what you get for flaunting what’s mine."
Anticipation builds in your core as her mouth approaches the apex of your thighs. Wanda licks her lips before diving between your legs, her soft hands caressing your flesh. 
She drapes her lips over yours, stealing your lips in a vertiginous, possessive kiss. Her mouth curves crookedly against yours. She holds your gaze and your clit pulses at the hunger seared in her beautiful eyes. She places firm hands over your hips and drops sloppy, fevered pecks down your body. 
"I’m gonna make sure none of them forgets who you belong to," she rasps before tracing your slit with her tongue. As your toes flex in ecstasy, you lose yourself in the sweet abandon of Wanda’s mouth devouring your core. 
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springdandelixn · 1 year
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Lost and Found
Soft!Dark!Steve x Plus size!Reader
Summary: Steve will stop at nothing to find you again.
Warnings: 18+ content, smut, bathroom sex, body shaming, stalker tendencies
Today is Friday and it’s time to post some FREAKY Friday drabbles! Inspiration for this fic will be here. 
This may simply be a drabble but your comments and likes are highly appreciated. Reblogs would be fantastic as it would help this story flourish. And as always, love you all and I hope you enjoy! 💙 Un-betad so may have some mistakes but y’know, we ain’t perfect and that’s okay.
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Steve’s hands run up your curves as he stares down at your face, your cheeks red and eyes hooded as he thrusts his hips against yours. Your hands gripping tightly on his shoulders, tilting your head back while he grabs the chance to press his lips against the exposed skin, latching on a patch of skin before sucking a bruise onto it. 
Your moans resonate within the enclosed lavatory, Steve’s muffled groans mixing into the air when he feels your pussy clench tightly around his cock. He pulls away from your neck and faces you once more, capturing your lips with his and pulling you into a passionate kiss while he relentlessly slams himself into you, his thick shaft sliding deeper and stretching you wider. 
His hand then reaches down to grab onto your thick ass, fingers digging into your flesh and a subtle grin forms on his lips at the moan you release when you pull away from the kiss. 
Blue eyes never leave your hooded ones, Steve focusing on your face, relishing in the sight of you consumed by pleasure. The pleasure that he solely gives, and desires to give you all that he can. 
A groan erupts from him once more when his spine tingles, his cock throbbing against your walls, feeling the coil at the pit of his stomach turn tightly, his balls contracting as he feels himself reaching closer to his limit. 
He wants it to last. Never wanting this moment of bliss to end. To continue seeing your face twisting in ecstasy. But your hand tightens on his shoulder, whimpering his name and the sound only drives him to fuck you harder, to fuck you faster, loving how your body jiggles against his eager movements. 
“Steve—“ You call his name and from the way your cunt squeezes him, he knows it’s a sign to tell him you’re close.
“That’s it, Doll.” He coaxes, hips unrelenting of its eager pace. His hand reaches down to flick his finger against your clit, the silent gasp you release making him smirk at his further stimulation of your body. “Come for your Captain.” 
“Yes, s—sir,” your voice comes out garbled but even as such, it’s music to Steve’s ears. 
A low moan then escapes him when he feels your body writhe against his, his arms wrapping around you to pull you flush against his chest when your walls tighten around his shaft and your legs shake, your juices coating him in a warm embrace when you finally find your release.
Your orgasm triggers his own and he growls against your ear, pulling himself out of you in an instant before stroking his cock and shooting his seeds against your inner thigh. His chest heaves as he pushes every drop out of him, catching his breath and chuckling when turns to face you, seeing you leaning against his chest. 
“Did I tire you out, Doll?” He asks and the tired smile on your face is enough for him to take your lips once more with his. 
-
He tucks himself back in his pants and reaches over the tissue dispenser to grab a couple of sheets before wiping you clean from his spend. A soft whimper leaves your lips when he brushes slightly closer to your cunt and it takes every fiber for Steve not to get down on his knees and have you come once more with only his mouth. 
He helps you right your panties, his hand running down the curve of your plump ass as he smooths your skirt down. His hands rest on your thick waist, inhaling sharply with how you fill his hands, giving it a light squeeze that has you pressing your hands against his chest. 
“You were amazing, Doll.” He says in a low voice. “I’ve never had bathroom sex before.” 
You laugh and it makes his heart skip a beat, wanting nothing more than to hear that sound over and over again. 
“I’ve never had sex with great Captain America.” You argue, a grin painting your lips. “So I guess we’re even.” 
He leans down when he sees you lean forward, his arms wrapping around your waist tight when you press a kiss to his cheek. His eyes then grow wide in confusion when you suddenly pull away, making your way toward the door. 
“Wait.” He calls before you can leave. “What’s your name?” 
But he frowns when you simply giggle at him, the loud music from outside flooding the small bathroom when you open the door, giving him a playful wink before leaving him alone. 
-
Sharon moans loudly on top of him as she impales herself on his repeatedly. Steve groans while holding her waist, guiding her on his cock but his hands don’t feel right, not the right size, and the voice echoing throughout his room is wrong. Not the right pitch.
He shakes his head and grips her hips tighter, bending his knees to thrust in her harder, pushing himself back into their passionate moment. But images of you constantly fill his head. Your face glowing in the heat of pleasure, your voice soft and full of desire as you took his cock. How your body felt soft against his, filling his hands wherever he held.
A growl leaves his lips in frustration and he pushes Sharon off of him, a yelp erupting from her in surprise. He pushes himself off the bed and drops his feet to the side, leaning his elbows against his thighs before burying his face in his hands. It’s not right. She’s not you. 
“Steve?” Sharon calls to him and Steve flinches when he feels her hand rest on his shoulder. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
“It’s nothing.” He grunts and stands from the bed, picking up his clothes from the ground and putting them on. 
“Then why did you stop? Why are you leaving?” There’s panic in her voice but it only adds to the irritation that’s bubbling within him. “Talk to me, Stevie.”
No. She shouldn’t call him that. He only wants one person to call him that. 
“You’re too thin.” Steve huffs and the shock on Sharon’s face does nothing, only urges him to leave even more. “Why don’t you eat more? You’re all—skin and bones.” He shakes his head, grabbing his leather jacket from where it hangs before leaving his room, thankful that the door closing behind him silences Sharon’s cries. 
He walks down the hall, frowning as your face continues to plague his mind; your smile, your eyes, the sound of your giggle and your moans, your soft body—everything running into him all at once. He must find you and he will stop at nothing until he does. 
His feet stop in front of Tony’s lab. His eyes scan the frosted double doors, hearing the sounds of machines and tools at work from beyond. Taking a deep breath, he pushes his thumb against the pad at the side, walking past the threshold when the barrier opens for him. 
“To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Cap?” Tony asks, welding tool in hand, sparks flying from the suit he’s working on. 
“I need your help,” Steve says, his tone serious.
“On what? Pop culture?”
“Finding someone.”
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He stands at the curb. His eyes cast upon the building before him before looking down at the post-it in his hand. He’s in the right place but he wants to be sure that Tony wasn’t lying to him. Taking a deep breath, he crosses the street, hands clenching in nervousness before he looks for the number of your apartment on the buzzer box.
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“Hello?” Your voice comes from the intercom after he’s pressed the button. A wide smile forming on his lips as he takes in the beautiful sound. 
“I found you.”
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° Our Little Secret °
( Dark! Steve Rogers X Female Reader )
A/N: I was suddenly hit with this idea like a ton of bricks. It’s a little rough and hasn’t been proofread but enjoy.
Summary: Captain America tags along on a work trip.
Warning ⚠️: Minors DNI. 18+ . Nonconsensual, Dubious Consent, very public sex, humiliation, degradation, Chikan, Oral male receiving, somnophilia, NSFW,  this is not an exhaustive list.
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Did you read the warnings? Proceed. . .
It was a long and exhausting week at Avengers HQ. Honestly, every week was a hard one. Most of the time some of the stuff you dealt with seemed beyond the scope of your degree. This was not a job for the faint of heart, from alien invasions to near-apocalyptic events. You found yourself working long days and even longer nights cleaning up after these heroes. Luckily, Tony was kind enough to reward all the staff in the administrative and business departments with a trip to a ski resort on Whiteface Mountain in Wilmington, New York. At first, you didn’t even want to go, you would have been fine with a weekend at home. A chance to catch up on cleaning, chores, and errands you had neglected for work. 
Yet, there you were standing outside Avengers HQ with your packed bags among your excited co-workers. Your friends had convinced you to go after you shared the details of the trip with them. Their logic was sound. You could not skip an all-inclusive trip on Mr. Stark's bill. 
There was a long row of charter buses lined up on the street before you. You eventually made your way over to a line as you watched your colleagues hand over their bags before loading the bus and you eventually followed suit. You thanked the driver before getting on the bus to find a seat. Fortunately for you, you managed to get on the bus early so you had a chance to pick the optimal seat, and for you, that was the back.  You made your way to the second to last row and chose the seat by the left side window.                                                                                                                                                          
 As the bus began to load, you turned on your earbuds and placed them in your ear hoping to catch up on some sleep on the four-hour drive upstate. Once your music began to play, you sank into your seat and closed your eyes waiting for sleep to take you. It hadn’t been more than two minutes before you felt a tap on your shoulder. You opened one of your eyes and both of them widened in surprise before you immediately removed your headphones.
“Cap-Captain? What are you doing here?” You were embarrassed at how you choked on your words, but he didn’t seem to take notice. You have seen him enough times to know what he looked like, even in a plain sweater and a baseball cap.
“Please, it’s just Steve. I thought it would be good if I tagged along. Do you mind if I sit here?”
“No! Go ahead!” You replied as you moved your things from the seat beside you and placed them between your legs. He promptly took a seat and looked around the bus. Everyone else seemed to be just as surprised as you were. This wasn’t your first time meeting Steve Rogers. You had run into him often in the elevator, you normally would carry on short polite conversations. But nothing noteworthy he’d remember. You hardly ran into any of the other Avengers despite working in the same building. You just handled the paperwork they often neglected or didn’t care to think about.
But, of all the things you would never expect, you would have never expected to see the Captain tagging along on a work trip. Ever since you started this job there was a clear division, the little guys and the big guys. And the Big guys had a Quinjet to get to and from, Steve didn’t need to ride a charter bus. Not to mention none of the actual Avengers members went on work trips or participated in most work events. 
You shifted in your seat, you never realized just how big he was until now. His body looked massive in the bus seats. They weren’t built for men like him.
“ Am I taking up your space?” he asked a look of concern on his face. 
You shook your head, “ No, you’re fine.” you lied.
“Good to hear. Sorry, I decided to join the trip last minute and didn’t think they would have any seats left,” he admitted. 
You looked slightly confused, and your lips moved faster than you could stop them, “ Why did you?” you suddenly kicking yourself with how the question came out. “ Sorry I-”
He cut you off with a chuckle, “ I miss the simple things like bus rides and getting to know people. I get to travel the world but never get to see it or enjoy it, you know?”
You nodded, “ Yeah, I think I get it.”
“Besides, you guys keep us running, so why not spend quality time together with the ‘whole team’,’” he added, leaning back into the chair in an attempt to get comfortable. 
“I figured you guys would be too busy to consider the whole team,”
“Yeah, now the team has expanded; I can afford a few days to myself.” He explained.
“And you want to spend them on a work trip with ‘team’ members you’ve never met?”
“Well, you’re a friendly face, Y/N, was it?” he asked.
You’re eyes widened slightly as you flashed him a shy smile. “ Oh, so you remember me?”
You had told him your name once in passing.
“ The Elevator. Floor 15.” 
“ Wow, that’s an impressive memory,” you said, genuinely surprised.
“I never forget a friendly face,” he stated.
You replied with a smile. It did make you feel warm inside to be noticed by The Steve Rogers. So many people would sell their souls just to be seen by an Avenger, and there you were, boring office worker, and he remembered you. 
“Oh! by the way, how did that date go?” he suddenly asked.
“Date?” You asked. 
You were confused for a moment before you suddenly remembered.
It had been a day when you knew you’d leave the office late, and you had scheduled a date for that day—poor planning on your part. A guy, Nathaniel, who you had been chatting with for months and finally had the courage to meet. You had to rush and get changed in the ladies’ room that night. When you had gotten to the elevator, you were surprised to be greeted by Steve. You had never seen him leaving the office so late. He was a true gentleman that night. You made small talk. He complimented your appearance and wished you luck. Steve even insisted on walking you to your car, since it was late and claimed that parking garages were no place for a lady at night.
“Oh, that date. It didn’t go so well. He...uh...never showed.” you explained, slightly embarrassed. 
Steve’s face was unreadable for a moment, and you could swear that you saw something flash behind his eyes, but it was gone just as quickly as it was there.
“ I’m sorry to hear that. The guy doesn’t know what he missed out on. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.” he mentioned sympathetically. 
You shrugged your shoulders before giving a soft nod, “ You’re right. Thank you,” You smiled, “It’s just that dating is hard these days. Not everyone is Captain America-” you quickly stopped yourself. “ I mean, not everyone shares your values,” you corrected.
He smiled, “ Ah yes, I’m America’s golden boy. Can’t top that.” he joked. “ Honestly, I don’t know how you guys do it these days with all those dating apps.”
You made an exaggerated disgusted face, and he laughed.
“ Yeah, it isn’t ideal, but I’m sure you don’t have to worry about the perils of dating in the 21st century.”
He raised a curious eyebrow, “ What do you mean?”
“I’m sure women throw themselves at you.” He was handsome; there was no denying that, and there was no way he wasn’t aware of that fact.
He chuckled before shaking his head, “ Surprisingly, that makes things even more difficult. I can’t tell who is generally interested in Steve, not Captain America.”
You tilted your head slightly and poked your tongue into your cheek “ Yeah, I guess I didn’t consider that angle,”
He shrugged and leaned back into his chair, “ Most people don’t.” He glanced down at the headphones in your hand. “ Oh, but don’t let me keep you from enjoying the ride.”
You followed his eyes to your hands and quickly tucked the earbuds away in your pocket, “ No! That’s okay! I just wasn’t expecting a seat buddy for the ride, let alone one I could talk to.” 
Steve smiled at your comment and softly nodded his head in response. When would they be another opportunity to talk to an Avenger? Let alone the ‘Captain America’.
“ Well, feel free to let me know when you’ve had enough of me...”
“Oh no, I don’t think that’ll happen.”
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You made it through the first half of the ride talking about all sorts of things with Steve. He told you about his adventures and missions over the years and you listened intently. You preferred when he talked because your life sounded dull in comparison. He didn’t talk about his feats like someone who just wanted to brag, he was actually quite humble and down to earth.
Before you knew it, the buses had stopped at a rest area to allow passengers the chance to stretch and use the bathroom. The sun was setting now, as you stood outside in what seemed like the middle of nowhere, New York with your arms wrapped around yourself to protect from the cold. Honestly, any place outside the city seemed like the middle of nowhere to you. The moment you and Steve got off the bus, he was bombarded by the other employees asking him questions. They kept him busy by asking for pictures to autographs or trying to get stories out of him. You left him to his fans as you made yourself busy. You checked your phone as you stretched your legs while walking around the rest area.
Eventually, you made your way back to your bus. You were about to climb back on when you heard your name being called, “ Y/N!”
You turned to see Steve approaching you with two steaming cups in his hands.
“ I thought you could use a pick-me-up to make it through the remainder of the ride,” he lifted the cup offering it to you.
“ Oh, thank you, that’s very thoughtful. sadly, I can’t drink coffee,”
“It’s tea,” he replied.
Your eyes widened in surprise, “ In that case thank you, I love a good tea.”
Steve simply nodded and smiled in response. “You’re welcome. Ready for the rest of the journey? Hope I haven’t been boring you.”
“ No, not at all! Your stories are the stuff of movies,” you joked as you climbed back onto the bus. You both took your seats as you opened the lid of the tea and blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip.
“ Mmm...that’s good,” you complimented as you settled back into your seat.
“ Glad you think so, I was hoping I didn’t overdo it with the honey,”
“No, I’m actually guilty of  using a lot of honey in my tea.”
“I’m glad I nailed the taste,”
You were appreciative of him and his presence on the bus. It was so easy to talk to him about anything, something you didn’t expect. Not only that, but he was attentive to whatever you said. The conversation flowed easily between you two. He kept you entertained with his endless stories and jokes. That’s why you were surprised when the first yawn came.
“Oh, I’m sorry I think my lack of sleep is catching up to me,”
“It’s okay, I know everyone has been working overtime...” he said gently placing a hand on your knee. “ Feel free to sleep the rest of the trip, I won’t bore you with my stories,”
“You weren’t, I wanted to hear more,” you replied, you hadn’t immediately noticed his hand still on your knee.  His thumb was drawing circles on your skin. Normally you would have moved your knee away or politely bring attention to the invasion of space. But, for some reason, you could not formulate the words. It was as if the act itself was paralyzing you. You finally moved your hand atop of his to gently move it away, but instead, it stayed there.
“Steve...”
“Hm?” He hummed unconcerned.
“I don’t feel too well...” your mumbling was hardly coherent.
“ Shh, it’s okay....here,” he whispered. His hands moved from your knees to your thighs, but you could barely register what was happening.
 “ Just relax...” was the last thing you heard before feeling like you were being submerged in water.
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When you eventually came to your head felt full of buzzing bees. You weren’t sure when or for how long you were asleep. However, you could feel the slight jostle of the bus as it was still in motion. You blinked a few times your vision still blurry as your head swayed. You attempted to bring your hand up to cradle your head, but your arms were way too heavy. You tried to call for Steve, but when you swallowed your mouth was too dry to manage more than a pitiful groan. 
“There she is...” you heard Steve whisper in a low tone. “ I was worried for a second, maybe the tea was too much.” 
“ T-tea?” you finally managed to get out the words feeling like sandpaper against your tongue. What was he talking about?  You blinked a few times, your vision cleared, and you noticed Steve leaning over you.
“It was just a little something to get you to relax,”
Your eyes followed his arm as he reached between your legs. Your eyes widened at the fact that your leggings were pooled at your ankles exposing your cotton panties. How had you not noticed? You tried to close your thighs together and reached for his arm in an attempt to stop him, but your grip was weak and he simply shrugged you off, forcing your legs wider.
“S-steve Stop!” You tried to scoot further from him and against the window.
 He grabbed your thighs and pulled you back toward him and quickly covered your mouth, “Shhh...” he whispered a smirk slowly appearing on his face as he pointed to the rest of the bus.  Confident in his threat he removed his hand from your mouth.
 “ You always were so quiet. Standing in the back of the elevator hoping not to be noticed. Oh, but I noticed you, those tight little skirts you wear, the way you bite your lips when you were thinking too hard.” he replied in a low voice careful that any of the other passengers wouldn’t hear him. “ I was going to wait until we got to the resort but...you just made it hard,”  His hand made his way back in between your thighs where his thumb began to circle the swell of your clit through your panties. You could feel the wetness that had already formed while you were passed out.
Steve dipped his head into the crook of your neck and peppered kisses on your skin. His tongue glided against your skin as you tried to push him off of you, but he felt as if he weighed a ton. You were weakened by whatever he gave you plus he was Captain America, a god among men. You can hear him as he fumbled with the zipper of his jeans and you wanted to scream, you wanted to yell for help. But you also didn’t want the attention, just as he threatened.
"Steve Please-" you begin but he quickly covered your mouth. " Sweetheart, there will be plenty of time for begging," he cooed as he managed to free himself from his jeans.
Before you could think he grabbed a fistful of your hair as he sat back into his seat pulling you down towards his lap where his cock poked through the zipper of his jeans.
"In your mouth." He slapped the side of your cheek lightly, but you did not move immediately. Instead, your eyes were focused on the seat across the aisle with your sleeping colleague in it. You had a hard time coming to terms with what was happening. "Sweetheart, I don't like repeating myself." 
Tears sprang to your eyes but you knew it would be better to just comply.  Maybe if you did what he wanted it would be over quicker. You wet your plump lips before taking him in. The taste of him evaded your mouth, his precum coating your tongue. Head thrown back, he released a low grunt, "Atta girl."
The grip on your hair was tighter, as he moved your up and down his cock. You took him down your throat best you could as he held you there. Your spit pooled at the base of his length as you tapped him to let you up for air. "Ah, fuck you're good at this," he complimented before forcing you down again. “ You could quit your job and become my personal cock sucking slut.” Closing your eyes you did your best to tune everything out and just focus on the task at hand. Maybe the quicker he finished the quicker this would be over.
Before you could totally focus on blocking everything out he suddenly yanked you off of him causing you to yelp. “ Uh uh, not yet,” he pulled you onto his lap and made quick work of your leggings. He placed his hands on inside your thighs spreading them. He slowly began to grind himself against the flimsy wet cotton that kept him from your entrance. “ I can’t tell you how long I have waited for this. All the different places I thought about taking you...yet surprisingly a bus was not one of them,” 
He lifted you slightly pulling your panties to the side and reaching under you to take his cock into his hand. He pumped it once before sliding it against your wet lips. He moved his hands to your hips as he moved against you. His fingers dug into your hips, his grip capable of leaving bruises. It was as if he wanted to snap you in half, but instead of crushing you, which he could have easily done, he aligned himself with your entrance and thrusted upwards impaling you. He released a deep groan.
His entry burned and stretched your walls as you weren't completely ready to receive him. You released a pained groan and Steve immediately moved to cover your mouth. "You don't want  everyone to hear what a dirty little slut you are... do you?"
You immediately felt panicked as you looked around the bus, everyone either sleeping or consumed by whatever media they entertained themselves with. Steve's hand left your mouth traveling to your neck where he tightened his hold on you. He pushed you back into him so that your back was flush with his chest.  You could hear him breathe as his lips were against your ear. His hips were still as if he were giving you a moment to adjust to his size. 
"Please- please let me go...I won't tell anyone..." you begged. "Oh, I know you won't." He replied. "Who is going to believe you? I'm America's Golden Boy." He gave a sharp thrust of his hip and you released a silent sob. He began to move slowly, not out of comfort for you, but not to draw attention to the both of you. 
He released a hiss, " Fuck Sweetheart, I knew your pussy would be the perfect fit." He slowly thrust into you, moving his hands under your thighs to lift your legs. If anyone were to turn around your pussy was completely exposed to them. You buried your face in your hands, as they grew wet from your tears. "Aw, you're crying. Don't cry."  He shushed you with gentle kisses on your cheek and neck. His kisses were a stark contrast to the brutal way he was handling your body.
"Don't act like you don't like it, you want this," he cooed into your ear. 
"No, Please it hurts." He gripped your chin tightly in his large hand, turning your head to face him. " Oh yeah? Then why the fuck are you drenching my cock?" He moved his fingers up his shaft gathering the wetness onto his fingers. He brought them up to your eyes to see. " See that? See how you’re reacting to me? I can feel you squeezing my cock " He brought his fingers to your lips and you immediately turned your head away from him.
"Clean them up." He ordered. But you still refused to look in his direction. You heard his tongue click and he released your hips before pressing his fingers to your lips while his other hand held your jaw aggressively. The pressure caused you to loosen your jaw for relief and he stuck his fingers right in. You feared he would actually snap your jaw, as you knew him to be capable of. You hesitated but moved your tongue to lap your essence from his fingers. " That's my good girl." He groaned into your ear. And he resumed his slow pace of thrusting into you.
" I won't have to hurt if you just comply. I can make you feel better than Nathaniel could ever."
Nathaniel. That was the man you were supposed to meet on the date that one night you stood up. How did he know his name? You never mentioned his name before. “ H-how?” you managed to ask despite his fingers in your mouth.
“ Like I said sweetheart, I wanted this for a long time. I wasn’t going to let some nobody take what is mine.”  Steve slowed taking slow deliberate strokes inside of you. His cock repeatedly hitting that spot deep inside of you over and over. One of his hands lifted your sweater exposing your breasts as he took a nipple between his fingers. As much as you hated the thought, his fingers were skilled at torturing you. You involuntarily released a moan.
“ That’s it, sweetheart. No need to fight it,” 
Your mind was reeling and it was hard to think about anything other than how he was making you feel. Against your wishes, your body reacted in favor of Steve’s ministrations. He squeezed your hips again and his thrusts become harder, “ Fuck! The way your pussy is gripping my cock...”  Breath hitching you grip the seat in front of you, and you can feel yourself unraveling. A spring within you threatening to pop. Steve’s hands leave your nipple and grab a fistful of hair turning your head to face him and you try not to meet his eyes. “ Look at me when you drench my cock in your cum.” And reluctantly your eyes meet his.
He slams himself into you again lifting your leg to rest on the seat’s armrest. You can’t help but shake, sinking your nails into his thigh as your head pounds. Your pussy clenches down on his cock tightly and you try to muffle your moan into his shoulder. “ That’s a good girl...” Your vision goes white yet you still feel him burying himself deep inside of you. His thrusts are slow as he comes inside of you. He makes sure to bury himself inside of you as he continues to fill you. 
He lets out a relieved sigh as you you try to fight the urge to cry.  He pushes you off of him and you could feel his cum dripping onto your seat. You quickly pull your sweater down and reach for your leggings feeling utterly humiliated. He chuckles catching your attention as he looks past you and out of the window.
“Would you look at that? We are already here and that means I have a whole weekend to break you in.”
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Words of Survival
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—Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: The confines of your prison have you reciting the words by heart even when they mean nothing.
Warnings: Basement wife vibes, mental and emotional manipulation, implied noncon and emotional abuse. There may be more but please thread with caution.
A/N: Today is Sunday and the best day to commit sin. Just felt like writing out on a whim and this is what I came up with. It may be sloppy.
A drabble this may be, your feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated. Hope you guys enjoy! ❤️
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“I know you’re awake.” Steve’s low drawl looms over you and your eyes open in their own accord, your body already knowing how to respond and what to do upon hearing his voice.
You sit up from your dingy mattress before he could even tell you to, the sheet too thin to be called a blanket draping over your naked form. But even if the man before you sees your body, you don’t care anymore for he’s seen it all, witnessed the cruelty of his best friend as he took you as he pleased while Steve stood watch and did nothing to stop it. 
Even the Golden Boy hides rust underneath. 
The sound of wood scraping over concrete fills your ears as Steve pulls up a chair, your eyes squinting when he turns on the lone bulb hanging from the ceiling of your prison before taking a seat and pulling out the small notebook, one you know so well, from the back of his pocket. 
“Let’s begin.” He instructs and you remain still, awaiting for him to start. “I—”
“Will serve and obey.” You continue and he hums in approval.
“I—”
“Will show respect without being asked.”
Steve nods, seeming impressed by your recitation of the daily axiom. He continues, “I will—”
“Submit to Bucky’s desires because he knows what’s best for me. I will never fight back and show any defiance in the face of my protector.” You say the words like you mean them and you don’t know if you do or if the solitary confinement you’ve been condemned to is making you say such words with a passion if only to leave the world underneath and once more resurface and find a sense of normalcy. You push on. “And most of all, I will love Bucky for he loves me.”
The satisfied smile Steve gives you brings a chill up your spine and you blink in surprise when he snaps the notebook closed, holding his hand out to you. You hesitate for a bit, unsure of what’s to come next but the grunt he releases has you acting quickly, slipping your hand in his and standing when he tugs you up from your bed. 
“You’re ready.” He intones, his blue eyes intense as he lays them on you. “You’ve earned your reward.”
“Thank you, Captain.” You respond and he smiles at the title. 
But the smile doesn’t last long, his gaze turning hard as his hand tightens around yours, a squeak of pain slipping past your lips. “Just know that if you get out of line, we won’t hesitate to throw you back here.”
The thought of going back in the darkness fills you with dread and you immediately shake your head, looking up at him and showing him the sincerity that you’ll obey. “I’ll be good.” You utter, lips trembling. “I’ll be good.”
“Good.” He nods and releases your hand, beckoning you to follow him up the wooden steps, the light of the room above looking like heaven even if you know it’s another kind of hell. “Be quick. Bucky is waiting.”
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You bask in the feeling of the hot water cascading down your body, arms, and legs scrubbed raw to rid yourself of the filth of the basement. The scent of roses fills your nose from the body wash and shampoo that was provided. You want to stay longer, to cocoon yourself in the water and never leave, but you know you can’t.
Turning off the shower, you step out and grab the towel hanging from the bar, drying yourself thoroughly before walking toward the folded clothes sitting atop the closed toilet lid. You pick it up and inhale sharply upon seeing the garment—a blue button up shirt, too big to fit you. The underwear, if you could even call it that, is nothing but blue lace, unsure of how you’ll be able to put it on. 
“You finished?” Steve’s voice comes from the otherside of the door and you quickly make work of dressing up.
“Almost,” You call back and bend over to slip the undergarments past your legs, wincing when the fabric tucks between your ass, rubbing you uncomfortably.
As soon as you finish, you swallow thickly and grab the knob. Steve stands by the door when it opens, his muscular physique framing the entire space and you feel a tinge of dread when he eyes your body greedily, his blue orbs growing dark by the second. 
“Lucky Bucky.” He grunts and flicks his finger at you before turning back and leading you out of the bathroom. 
The house is silent and just as you remembered when you first stepped through the threshold, the homey atmosphere brought by the cottage aesthetic and only marred by small pieces of modern decor. You see several photos hanging upon your observation, ones you’ve seen before and others that look seemingly new. 
“Hey, Dollface.” Your eyes dart forward and you stop in your tracks when you see Bucky sitting on an armchair, his legs spread wide and a smirk present on his lips. “It’s good to see you all cleaned up.”
He’s changed since you last saw him, his long hair is now short and his beard is neatly trimmed, emphasizing further the sharpness of his jaw. You feel a nudge from behind and you stagger forward, walking to where Bucky sits and instinctively take a seat on his thick thigh when he pats it when you near him. 
His vibranium arm circles around your waist and you close your eyes when he pulls you to his solid chest, his nose pressing against your temple before he inhales your scent deeply. His other hand then rests against your knee, caresses it before running his hand up the expanse of your thigh and giving it a hard squeeze. 
“Sorry I was gone for a while, Doll.” He grunts against your cheek, turning to face him when he releases your thigh and pinches your chin. “I hope you didn’t miss me too much.”
You say nothing for you don’t know what to tell him. You didn’t miss him, that one you’re certain of but you terribly want to appease him, to tell him the words he wants to hear for your mind keeps reeling and all you can think about is doing what is asked of you if only it would help keep you from going back to your cell. 
“That’s alright.” You swallow and offer him a small smile. “I-I know y-your work is-is important.”
“But you’re more important, doll.” He hums and you close your eyes when he presses a light kiss against your lips. “You know that I love you right?” He asks when he pulls away, feeling his thumb caress your lower lip. 
You open your eyes and fight back the impulse of pulling away and saying no when your eyes meet Steve’s, the seriousness making you shiver and remember the words you recited not long ago.
I will love Bucky for he loves me.
“Yes,” You say with a smile. “I love you too.”
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Re your dream: That smacks of MobBoss!Thor. Your current boyfriend is one of Thor's higher-ups and he brought you along to a dinner meeting and Thor is immediately taken with you. Thor is of course very charming and starts working on how to steel you away from your boyfriend.
Take a Seat
Warnings: allusions to mafia/crime, intimidation, suggestions of verbal and mental abuse, toxicity.
This might just be a drabble, but I'd appreciate a reblog and some feedback! You are loved and appreciated. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
"Those are mostly capos," Travis keeps his voice low as he points to the table nearby, keeping the glass in hand to hide his gesture, "I think…" he cranes around, "I might be the only soldier here…"
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"Really?" You raise your brows but quickly resume your neutral preen.
You're intimidated as it is. You don't know much about Travis' business, and this is your first time seeing it from the inside. However, it doesn't seem to be anything more than an overly fancy dinner party.
"Oh, and that's Loki," he darts his eyes sharply to a slender man strutting at the other end of the room. He has a short liquor glass in hand and stops to lean on close to a blond man along the head table, "the boss's brother. The one he's chatting up right now." Travis leans in, "Thor…" he explains, "hon," he puts his hand on yours, "try not to stare. Lot of guys in here don't appreciate it."
"Sorry, I…" your eyes catch the pair of blue irises at the near table. The ones set into the chiseled face of that man proclaimed boss, Thor. Your lips part in surprise before you quickly avert your gaze. "I'm just nervous."
"Yeah, uh, well, try not to look like it," he reproaches. "Maybe…maybe I shoulda come alone."
You try not to frown. He does that. When you go out to dinner, if you don't keep a smile pasted on, suddenly the night is spoiled. Or even at home when you're having a quiet night in, you can ruin the night with one wrong word.
"I'll keep my eyes to myself," you promise, "okay?"
"Right," he nods past you and greets another man as he passes by. "Make sure you do. And if someone says hi, don't be so shy. I don't need you getting on the wrong side of these guys." He grabs his glass and takes a gulp, "this could be my in."
"Got it," you pinch the stem of your champagne flute and draw it closer but don't drink. Better not, sobriety will keep you out of trouble.
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Travis ends up at another table, enthralled in conversation with a pair of greasy haired gangsters in patterned velvet jackets. You stare at the table, trying not to attract any unwanted attention. Dinner is over and dessert has mostly gone untouched. You're just waiting for the end.
Thinking of the drive back, you should try to hit the bathroom before that. You peek around cautiously and stand, hugging your clutch to your side as you carefully sidle out from between the table and chair. You keep your head down and make your way to the wall, following it to the short hallway that leads to a set of restrooms.
Inside, you take your time, relieved at the moment of privacy. As you wash your hands, you watch your reflection. You look tired even through your makeup.
You grab your purse and go back out. You hold back a yawn as you get to the end of the hallway and you stop to search the room, making sure Travis is where you left him. You take a step, nearly tripping as a deep voice rumbles from closeby.
You think of ignoring it, assuming they're speaking to someone else, but then you remember what Travis said. You turn and look around.
The blond man, the one with the burly shoulders that threaten the seams of his tailored jacket, grins at you. His fingers are woven together and his elbows rest on the table. He winks at you as you peer around in confusion, expecting someone else to be closeby. It's only you.
"You," he separates his hand and points in your direction, "I do not know you."
You open and close your mouth. You step closer as you swallow and find a smile through your nerves. You grip your purse tight and pronounce your name.
"I'm with Travis. Er, Mallory. My boyfriend. Uh, sir."
His eyes twinkle with amusement, "Thor," he introduces, "sir? Please, none of that is needed. Not for a pretty woman like you."
"S-thank you, Th-Thor," you sound utterly stupid as you try to keep your calm. If Travis saw you talking to this man, you know it would be bad. He wouldn't want you messing up his prospects.
"Sit," his invitation is more a demand.
You can't refuse. What little you know of this business suggests he is even more dangerous than Travis. You go around the table as Thor stands and pulls out the empty chair next to him. You sit and make yourself breathe.
"Boyfriend?" He resumes his seat, angling to face you, "not husband?"
"Not yet," you say.
"And why would he wait?" He wonders as you wilt against his handsome gaze.
"I'm sure he'll propose soon," you shrug, "dinner was great."
"Ah, it was delicious," he sits back, "though my company was not so pleasing." He bends his arm against the table, "not like you."
"I… thank you. That's very, uh, flattering."
"It's the truth. I'm afraid I was probably poor company myself. Being as distracted as I was," his eyes cling to you, "wondering who this beautiful stranger is."
You look away. He's charming, if not a touch cheesy. You don't know how to handle it.
"There you are," Travis saves you from your conundrum. "I was just thinking we should–" he stops and clears his throat, "sir," he stands at the end of the table, "hi, er, I didn't see you there," it's obvious his surprise is fake, "Travis Mallory, I work with Haakonson."
"Ah, yes, he is a reliable capo," Thor shifts and puts his hand on the back of your chair, "I was only just having a discussion with your… girlfriend."
"Oh? That's…great," Travis is less than convincing.
"Yes, I was just agreeing with her that it's really too bad you haven't proposed," Thor asserts and your eyes widen. "A girl like her should have a ring on her finger."
"Yea, sir, I agree, I, um, I was… trying to surprise her–"
"Ah, so you have a ring? Diamond? I think a teardrop becomes this one but she might do well with a princess cut," Thor proclaims as he takes your hand, drawing a wince from you. "She should be adorned in gold and gems."
"Sir, I know, I've been working on it–"
"Ah, ah," Thor keeps his hand on yours, "I don't like excuses. And she shouldn't settle for them."
Thor raises your hand and kisses your knuckles. You can only let him. Your scalp spatters with heat as you nearly combust between the two men.
"She deserves a throne… look at her, a queen."
"Sir, thank you. She is. I take care of her–"
"Do you?" Thor accuses, "how do you take care of her?"
You don't dare tug your hand away despite the urge to do just that. You sit frozen as his hand crushes yours. You slowly turn your head to glance at Travis, his cheek twitching in agitation.
"I…" he swallows and tries to wet his dry mouth. He can't yell this man into submission and he knows it.
"Let me give her the throne she deserves," Thor snickers and leans over. His nose tickles your ear and he lowers his voice to a whisper, "come, kitten, sit in my lap."
He sits back and you gape at him, shocked by his suggestion. No, it's an order. You blink and look at Travis again. Thor hits the table with his large hand, the plates and cutlery clattering.
"You don't need his permission," he pulls on your arm, "you need only my word."
"S-sorry," you slide forward in the seat and stand stiffly.
Thor releases your hand and shoves his chair back, running his large hands over his thighs. You step in front of him and he frames your hips, pulling you down before you can think to refuse. You fall into his lap, bracing his forearm to keep your balance.
"Now that is where a woman like her belongs," Thor leans into you and rests his chin on your shoulder, "with a king, not a peasant."
You look at Travis, horror pumping in your veins, a fear reflected in his drawn face. Thor brushes a hand up your stomach and turns his head to nuzzle your neck. The tickle of his beard makes you moan.
Thor lifts his head at last, his arm hooked around you as he clings to your tightly, "what a wonderful gift you brought me, soldier."
Travis does not move. He just stares, blinking as his fingers twiddle at his side. Your lip trembles. What do you do?
"You are dismissed," Thor enunciates harshly.
Travis bites down, jaw clenching tightly, and he murmurs, "yes, boss."
His sole scuffs as he drags his foot back. You watch him in disbelief. He's just leaving you there.
"You see, kitten," Thor reaches to pet your head, "he is not good enough for you. You deserve more than a coward."
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our-destiny · 1 year
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Day 8 of @creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge - Write about finding a new hobby
A/N: I am once again embracing my comfort zone with open arms and writing more Yandere Bucky. I find it's not as fun writing something unless it needs trigger warnings :] Also this isn't technically him 'finding' a new hobby but I think it counts
Content / Trigger Warnings: Stalking, stealing, mention of accidental killing - if I missed any please let me know
I am not responsible for the media you consume, read the warnings, minors DNI
30 Days Writing Challenge Masterlist
Word count: 347
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Bucky has a hobby. It might not be the most socially acceptable hobby but it made him happy and that's what mattered. Plus, it's not like you'd ever find out. You'd never catch his leering gaze from across the room, the way his eyes rove over your body, appreciating every curve and dip. Watching you gave him a sense of security; as long as he's got eyes on you and is only a few feet away nobody could ever hurt you. He won't let them. Having you in his field of vision, knowing that you are breathing and living gives him a sense of peace. Bucky doesn't know what he'd do if he lost you. If he loses you, he loses himself; you are a part of him, you are his entire heart, his every breath belongs to you, every therapy session is so he can be a better man for you, to someday maybe be worthy of your presence. Maybe. He doesn't mind admiring from a distance for now. The pile of your stolen underwear will keep him from doing anything too rash; something that might make you upset. The thought of being the cause of your distress panicked Bucky, made him break out into a sweat like when he'd wake up from a nightmare. Luckily, those had died down since he started watching you (stalking is an ugly word, Bucky doesn't like it, he's not stalking you he's keeping you safe), his dreams were mostly filled with you now, but occasionally it'd be about his time as the Winter Soldier. The worst was when it'd be both, he'd get nightmares about accidentally being too rough and killing you, the picture of your lifeless body in his arms would prompt him to visit you while you're sleeping, hearing your heart beat and your slow breaths would calm him right down. But he'd never hurt you. Never. He only wants to protect you and eventually actually talk to you and have a conversation. Until then you wouldn't find out about his hobby. He'd make sure of that.
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One Masterlist
Spiritual successor to Forbidden Lessons with Professor Steve ft. Jake Jensen
One is the Loneliest Number
One on One
One Little Thing
Only One I See
One Thing Leads To Another
One Message Waiting
One Day Closer to You
I’m the Only One
Plus One
Ticket for One
The Wrong One
Number One
One Small Change
One Step Too Far
One Side of the Story
Just One Look
One Way or Another
One Moment of Doubt
One False Move
One Second
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lokislastlove · 2 years
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would you rather obsessive neighbor Peter parker. he always finds a way to finness his way into your apartment. Or Uber driver Bucky. somehow he always ends up picking up your driving request. His car is a super popular car so you arent sure if he is stalking you or it a coincidence
Ok so this kind of inspired a little drabble (seriously how do you do this to me every time?) basically I love creepy neighbors and this is where my mind went…. 😬 🖤🤍🖤🤍
Sticky Situation (Dark!Peter x Reader)
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Summary: You develop a crush on a new neighbor.
Notes: no real warnings other than implied kidnapping and dark Peter. It’s a drabble under 2k. 🤍
The front door finally gives after a moment of pushing, heavy metal dragging loudly over the permanently scratched frame. Like most people in the city, you look forward to getting home after a long work day. But, for you, the best moment of your day is when you get to check your mail.
Smiling, you walk across the narrow lobby and toward the shining wall of mailboxes. You unlock your box and, like clockwork, the guy from apartment 4E steps up a few feet away before you’ve had the chance to flip through all the junk mail.
It’s been three months since you moved in and not a single work day has passed where he hasn't been there to greet you with a smile and shy “hey”. At first you found it a bit creepy, but he never made a move, or said anything weird, he barely looked at you long enough to make you uncomfortable.
“Please tell me you put this in my box?” He asks pleadingly as he adjusts his glasses.
“Uh,” voice stutters as you read the flyer in his hand, “sadly, no. I am not a member of the building’s doom metal band.”
You fight a smile and he chuckles. Damn, even his laugh is adorable. You flick through your mail one more time, trying to drag out the time before he slams his mailbox closed. You follow quickly, but not too quickly, you don’t want him to think you’re a creep. Stuffing the junk mail into the recycle bin, you hover a couple feet behind him as you wait for the elevator.
He hums along to the song on his single earbud and fidgets with the keys in his hand. Perfectly casual, like he doesn’t even realize you’re there. You take the time to appreciate the view his tight jeans give you, a hint of a shapely firm ass and thighs. He definitely works out.
The elevator dings and you suck in a quick breath as you timidly enter the small space beside him. He smiles at you as he presses your floor and then his floor without prompting. You both have done this so many times it doesn’t need to be said anymore.
“Thanks,” you mutter automatically as you stare at your shoes and hold your purse strap tightly.
“My pleasure,” he returns, smirking when he catches you look up at the way his voice deepens.
The elevator dings and you step out with a nervous, “goodnight,” and small wave.
“See you,” he smiles brushing back his curly locks.
God, why can’t you be cooler? Why can you never think of something funny or interesting to say to keep him talking? Always safer to stay quiet than embarrass yourself, you suppose. You drag your feet to your door, sighing at the prospect of wasting another lonely night of junk food and tv. If only you could be spontaneous for once in your life. 
Friday is bittersweet as you celebrate the end of the workweek but also the last day you get to see 4E for two days. You go to your mailbox, smiling in anticipation as you shove in the key and twist. You pull out the measly stack of junk and flip through it slowly as you glance around the lobby for him. He must be late. You move to the trash can at the end of the row, and use up some time cleaning out your purse. Still no sign of him.
You slowly re-read and toss each piece of junk mail until you are left with a single envelope, probably more ads. Disappointment tugs at your shoulders as you sigh at the empty lobby. He’s not coming.
You tear open the envelope, ignoring the hand written address on the front and pull out a single piece of lined notebook paper. You unfold it with a frown and begin to read the hastily written note in black marker.
“Hey 3E! I have to go out of town for a day or two and didn’t want you to think I ditched you on our nightly elevator ride. Truth is I am a coward and couldn’t get the courage to ask you properly on a date. Which makes the fact that I’m asking you for a favor even more embarrassing...The problem is I left my cat, Padme, at home alone. I thought that maybe you could stop in and check on her maybe give her some catnip from the cabinet above the stove to keep her happy. No pressure, though! She’ll survive, she has food and water. But, if you're feeling neighborly, I keep a key taped under the door mat. Thank you so much! I’ll see you soon – Peter (aka 4E).”
You read the note through multiple times in disbelief, laughing again at the post script at the bottom reading, “just please don’t steal my stuff, my cat is very possessive of her things. ;)”
You bite your lip as you think it over, your first thought is instantly, “Aw poor kitty.” You don’t really see a downside, in fact, he’s the one risking the most by trusting a total stranger to enter his home. But the curiosity compels you into the elevator where you promptly press the button for the fourth floor.
You stand outside, staring at the 4E on the door and listening for any indication he might be home… just incase his plans changed. But, there is nothing but silence for several minutes. You nudge the mat with your toe and flip up the top corner, instantly spotting the black duct tape camouflaged across the rubber bottom.
You glance down the hall, nervous to be accused of breaking and entering as you pluck the silver key from under the tape. With a deep breath you unlock the door and poke your head into the dim apartment. Nothing but the stove top light and one standing lamp in the corner to light the entire space.
The floor plan is similar to yours, open kitchen and living space with a bedroom and bathroom down the short hall, though his has a distinctly more bachelor-pad vibe. The dark leather furniture and exposed brick seem to absorb what little light there is and you squint as you look around for the cat.
“Hello?” You call nervously through the still air.
You step inside and close the door, the last thing you need is to go searching for an escaped cat. Seeing his home feels oddly intimate, especially without him there. It makes you fidget, like you’re doing something wrong even though you had, in fact, been invited.
You're pleasantly surprised by the modern decor blended with the nerdy memorabilia. Clearly, he has some style based on cohesive look and his neat placement of his most prized possessions, like the signed replica of Captain America’s shield on the wall, something you would definitely consider stealing.
A soft meow cuts through the silence and your eyes spot the small tabby cat blinking at you from the end of the dark hall.
“Hi, Padme,” you lilt sweetly. “Aren't you a cutie. I didn’t know your dad was such a nerd, but I find that pretty cute too.”
She meows again, clearly unimpressed with you and skitters into the dark back room. You call after her and follow instinctively, listening for her soft mews and the clack of her claws on the wood floor as you get closer.
You reach around the door frame, feeling around for a light switch but find none. “Spspsp, come on Padme. You want some catnip? Come on out baby.”
There is a scuffle and a startled cat cry from within and you panic as you move inside holding your hands out to keep yourself from running into anything.
“Kitty? Here kitty, are you ok?” you worry as you timidly take a couple more steps forward, sweeping your hands out in front of you.
You pull your hand back with a gasp at the feel of something wet and sticky. You pause and slowly put your hand out again, “Padme?”
Your hand runs into a long string like line, and your first thought is a clothes line, but why is it sticky? Ick, maybe it better not to know why. You go to release the line but your hand refuses to open. You bring your other hand up to pull it off of you but you end up trapping both hands to the line.
Panic flairs instantly as you tug against the cord, kicking out in fear as more parts of your body become tangled in the invisible web-like trap. But that’s not possible, or at least... it shouldn’t be.
“Help! Help me!” You scream as your body becomes completely bound in the gluey strands, but no one hears you.
Hours pass and your voice turns scratchy, burning with pain as your body slumps in exhaustion but is held upright by your unyielding bonds. The harder you fight the more secure your restraints become until you are completely paralyzed and hanging dumbly, waiting for someone to find you. 
The morning light rises, and your eyes adjust to the dim light, black out curtains keeping most of the light out even as the peak of the day comes and goes. You have no idea how long you’ve been there crying and pleading to the silence, but as the orange sunset shines through the tight blinds you finally hear the front door open and close. 
“Hello?” You croak, every inch of you aching and stiff as you are forced to listen to the slow steady footsteps.
They seem unhurried, relaxed even, though you know they must have heard you. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest in terror. A light switch flicks on in the hallway, bathing you in a bright light at your back. You watch as a shadow grows along the ground. Its the most you can see as your head is stuck facing the other direction, awkwardly.
“Peter?” You whimper quietly as you feel a heat along your back.
He chuckles against you ear and whispers darkly, “caught ya.”
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evansbby · 2 years
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Pairing: dark!Chris Evans x naive!Reader
Warnings: smut, daddy!kink, abuse of power, unbalanced power dynamics, oral (f receiving), mentions of anal, rpf, dark themes, age gap (Chris is in his early 40s, reader is in her early 20s), minors do not interact.
Summary: Chris Evans is one of Hollywood's top directors, with a taste for naive wannabe actresses like you. So what happens when you audition for one of his movies? Based on this ask.
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You look like an angel. That’s the first thing that comes to Chris’ mind when he sees you. And every thought that follows gets steadily less innocuous: I wonder how old she is? and God, her ass looks amazing in those shorts and I bet she’s a virgin and She’d look so cute sucking my cock.
Amongst other things.
“Mr. Evans. It’s really nice to meet you.” You’re so shy, sticking out your tiny fucking hand for him to shake, blinking up at him so innocently from under those lashes. Chris can’t believe it. You’re the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever seen – and he’s been in show business for about twenty years now.
“Sweetheart, the pleasure is all mine.” Chris says, ignoring your hand and pulling you in for a hug. No, he doesn’t hug every single wannabe actress who comes in to audition for his movies – but you’re so fucking hot. And he loves how you squeak in surprise as he pulls your body flush against his, your breasts pressing against his chest in a way that makes him lick his lips.
“I– I’m a huge fan of all your movies, sir.” You say softly as Chris leads you into his office. Of course, not every wannabe actress has the luxury to do her audition in the director’s private office – but you’re different. Why should your audition take place in the studio downstairs where everyone else’s did? “Uh, sir? Why are we up here? Everyone before me auditioned downstairs with the other actors?”
Chris chuckles, “We hold the special auditions in my office, sweetheart. Only the ones we’re serious about get to come up here.”
He loves how your lips form the shape of an ‘o’, and he loves the excited look that glosses over your face. Innocent little thing, he thinks. He wonders what other lies h can feed to you and have you blindly believe. The possibilities seem endless as he locks the door of his office, turning around to see you shuffling nervously in the middle of the room.
He loves how you jump slightly when he grabs your hand, pulling you to the chaise longue in the corner of the room. And he loves how anxious you look when he pushes you to sit, planting himself down dangerously close next to you, knees touching and his arm around the back of the sofa behind you.
Chris gets right to the point. “Sweet girl, first thing’s first. This role is very demanding. There’re some nude scenes we gotta film. Are you okay with that?” And maybe he could’ve waited a bit longer before brazenly putting his hand on your bare thigh – but he can’t help it.
“I– Yes, sir. I’m aware of the nude scenes. I don’t have a problem with that at all.” You smile at him and he loves how you’re attempting to be confident, but he can feel the tremor in your tone. He also loves how you’re trying to ignore his hand on you, but he’s already seen you squeeze your legs together.
Fuck. He wants to bend you over right here and now.
“And there’s also some sex scenes.” His hand travels higher, squeezing your soft, silky flesh, loving how your breath hitches and you swallow harshly. God, Chris loves making sweet little girls like you feel uncomfortable. He loves his job, his fame and the abuse of power that comes with it.
“Y-Yeah, I’m cool with the sex scenes too.” You jump as he pinches your thigh lightly. And usually, Chris isn’t this forward when he’s seducing other starry-eyed hopefuls who audition for his movies. But you’re just too innocent, a perfect plaything – he can’t help it.
“Good, good. That’s very good, sweetie.” Chris murmurs softly, before slapping your thigh not-so-softly. “Well, get up then. Take your clothes off.”
You look horrified and he loves every second of it.
“T-Take my – what? What do you mean?”
“Sweetheart, have you never been to a proper audition before? We do this with all our actors. I gotta see if your body fits my movie’s aesthetic.” Twenty years in showbiz has made Chris quite the seamless liar, and you look up at him with innocent eyes.
“Oh. Okay. Sorry, sir. I didn’t know that – this is actually my first audition.”
Chris bets it is. You look like you moved out of whatever small town you’re from only yesterday. Bright, sparkling eyes, innocent smile – not yet shaded and jaded by the cruelty of Hollywood. Chris hates that he has to be the one to break that innocence.
Well, not really.
In a blink of an eye – you’re naked. In your excitement to impress him, you’ve even taken your bra and panties off without being asked. And Chris is so painfully fucking hard just looking at you. He can’t help but pull you into his lap as if you’re nothing more than a doll instead of an actual human being. And you sit so prettily on his knee, surprise etched on your face but you don’t dare voice your concerns.
Chris loves having that power over you.
“I gotta check if these are the right shape for the camera.” He lies again, large hands slipping up to fondle your breasts. Squeezing the soft flesh, pressing them together indecently, tweaking your nipples until they’re stiff peaks. He even brings his mouth down to suck, taking as much of your breast into your mouth as he can.
“Sir – oh – Sir, is this really… is this really necessary?” You ask, and he can tell you’re biting back your moans.
Chris releases your breast from his mouth with a pop, looking up at you with a serious expression, “Are you serious about being in my movie, sweetheart?”
“Y-Yes! Of course, I am! I’m sorry!” You say quickly, regret washing over your features.
“That’s what I thought.” Chris goes back to ‘examining’ your breasts. “Your tits are beautiful, baby. The camera’s gonna love them.” He doesn’t mention how his personal office camera is currently loving your body very much – but when does he ever mention his office camera to anyone?
You glow at his praise, “Thank you, sir!”
“Call me daddy.” Chris says nonchalantly, fingers now slipping down and prying your legs apart.
“D-Daddy?” You’re so shocked at being asked to call him something like that, you don’t even notice your thighs being forced apart.
“Yeah, baby. Say: thank you, daddy, for considering me for this movie.”
“Th-Thank you, daddy, for considering me for this movie.” You say it automatically, and Chris almost groans at how submissive you sound, how innocent and adorable yet sexy. He can’t take it – how much further can he push you before you finally see what’s truly happening, slap him and leave?
“Good girl. Now lay down on your back for me baby, and keep those legs spread out. Daddy wants to check your little pussy.”
Your eyes widen, “B-But, you’re not gonna show my – down there in the movie, are you?”
He loves how you’re too innocent to even say the word ‘pussy’.
“No, baby. It’s a movie, not a porno. Now get on your back, don’t make me ask you again.”
Chris puts on his no-nonsense voice – the one he saves for when he’s on set in the director’s chair and bossing everyone around. And it does the trick – you’re lying down in record time, legs splayed open just like he asked. And your pussy’s practically gleaming with your wetness. He’s not even surprised.
“You’re wet.” He comments, gliding his pointer finger up your slit to gather your slickness – and causing your hips to convulse in the process.
“I’m sorry, daddy!” You cry, “It’s so unprofessional, I know it is! I just… I just can’t control it!”
“Of course, you can’t, sweet girl” Chris pretends to be disappointed, when actually he’s just getting off on the sick pleasure he feels as he spreads your puffy lips, examining the wetness seeping down your thighs and staining his couch, as well as your engorged clit.
“And that’s okay, babies like you tend to get turned on the moment a man in power shows them the tiniest bit of attention. Tell me, baby. Are you a virgin?”
Your face is a mixture of embarrassment, shame, bewilderment and lust – it’s a heady combination. Chris feels like his pants are about to burst at the seam. He already knows the answer to his question, but he wants to hear you confirm it.
“I – y-yeah, I am.” You say softly and between breathy pants, “I h-hope – oh fuck! – I hope that’s not a problem, daddy.”
Chris can’t help but dip his head down, licking his lips as he’s face to face with your leaking pussy. He can practically see your clit throbbing before his eyes, leaning forward to take the bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking harshly and making you buck your hips up desperately, a loud moan and his name escaping past your lips.
He licks down your slit, moving his lips and tongue messily against your folds, up and down and in circles, his spit mixing with your wetness as he practically makes out with your pussy. Your little virgin pussy. Fuck. Chris can’t believe his luck. He hasn’t had a virgin in a long time – they’re hard to come by in the business he’s in.
“D-Daddy, oh fuck – it feels… Too much!” He can tell that even though he’s face first into your pussy, you’re still too shy to grab onto his hair and instead fist the material of the couch.
Chris smirks. I’ll show you too much.
Not a minute later, and he’s got you mauled up and riding his face, your wet cunt grinding over his mouth and beard in a way that tells him you’ve done this with your pillow before in the privacy of your bedroom. The thought makes him want to bust a nut right there.
Instead, he holds onto your hips, steadying you as he circles his tongue on your folds, loving how you cry and moan above him. He moves his hand to grope your ass, fingers gathering wetness from your leaky pussy and pushing up your puckered, smaller hole. You fall forward with a loud gasp, and he hums against your clit, the vibrations making you involuntarily grind down harder on his face.
“D-Daddy, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”
You’re such a slut, Chris thinks to himself, not even questioning how a man you’ve just met is currently knuckle-deep in your asshole. Fuck. He can’t wait to break you in.
You cum fast, squirting all over his face in record time that even Chris is impressed. Clearly, it’s the first time a man has ever touched you, excited you in such a way that you can’t help but come undone. And you’re moaning ‘daddy’ so prettily, over and over again and he knows anyone lurking outside his office can hear you.
He doesn’t care, though.
“That was good, wasn’t it, sweet girl?” Chris practically coos at you a few moments later, when he’s gathered up your boneless limbs and pulled you back into his lap. And he loves how you look up at him in wonder, already dumbed down considerably after your orgasm, glossy eyes zeroing in on your juices on his beard.
“Uh, y-yeah… Yeah, it was good.” You agree slowly, and Chris almost laughs out loud. Poor thing – you look so dazed and confused, still naked in his lap while he’s fully dressed in his three-piece suit.
“Thank me.”
“Thank you, daddy.” You say immediately, and the submissiveness of it all makes Chris so fucking hard – it’s a wonder he hasn’t busted a nut yet.
“I have something to tell you, baby.”
“Y-Yeah?”
He grabs your chin, bringing your face close to his. You look breathless, stunning – so fucking innocent and beautiful. He can’t get enough of you. But why should anyone else get to see you? No, you’re his – through and through. And he’s not done with you.
“I’m sorry, sweet girl, but I’m afraid you’re not right for the part.”
Your mouth drops open, a pained look spreading across your features, “Wh-What?”
“You heard me. You’re not gonna be in my movie, baby. You’re just not right for the role.”
He can’t believe the tears that already seem to be welling in your eyes, the look of hurt, confusion and distress evident in your face. You’re trying to be brave; he can tell with how you try to even out your breaths and not burst into tears. What a fucking baby, he thinks to himself – and he wishes you would cry, it would only make him harder.
“But I have other plans for you, sweet girl.”
You hiccup, “Y-You do?”
“Yes. Why don’t you come back to my place and we can discuss it there?” Chris begins playing with your breasts again, flicking your nipple with his thumb lightly until the peak is so hard, it looks like it’ll cut glass.
“Your place?”
Chris almost moans out loud at how dumb you’re being – repeating everything he’s saying to you because what seems to be your first real orgasm has somehow rendered you incapable of forming your own thoughts or speaking in complete sentences. He loves that.
“Yeah, baby. My place. We can discuss your future in the industry. I could help you out. You do want my help, don’t you?”
He watches your kitten tongue flick out and swipe over your bottom lip. God. Your lips. He needs them stretched out around his cock more than he needs to breathe at the moment. But he knows he has to go slow with you, lest he scare away the pretty little virgin who’s somehow ended up in his lap.
“Yes, yes I would love your help!” You practically beg.
“That’s my good girl. Now just stay put and look pretty on my lap while daddy watches the rest of the auditions. Then we’ll go back to my place and make some plans. Don’t worry, baby, daddy’s gonna make you a star.”
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A/N | yes i realise this is very long for a drabble, but i couldn't stop myself lmao. please tell me what you think bc i love feedback hehehe.
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luringfantasy · 9 months
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Dark drabble idea- Loki finding out that his girl tried to run away (again) 👀
I wonder what he will do now...
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Thank you for the ask anon! Knowing someone is out thinking about my work is the best feeling!! main masterlist
WARNING: DARK THEMES
RUN AWAY (Not Anymore AU)
You wait a few weeks before trying anything. Trying to get in Loki's good books again. Being the best partner for him. He doesn't know that you are secretly meeting Fandral and he is helping you hatch out an escape plan. You will go back to earth and then... then do something, that's not important. Escaping is...
But what you didn't know was that Loki was observing you. First he wanted to see how far you'd go, how long it will take you to let go of this illogical idea of running away from him. But seeing you actually going through the plan.. he reaches his limit.
The day you decide to run is the day Loki tests you multiple times. Asking you to be by his side. Coming early from the court to take you out on a date. You try to slip out when he is finally asleep, or so you think. You have a bad feeling about this but escaping is important, you remind that to yourself.
All your hopes and plans shatter when you find an unconscious Fandral at your meeting place. You feel a presence behind you and your blood turns cold ❄️
Loki drags you, screaming and kicking through the royal corridors to your shared chambers. It's a big spectacle but none of you care. He throws you on the bed and ties you in X shape. You fear for what he is going to do, but he immediately gets up and leaves, without even looking at you.
He only comes by to feed you and give you some water, never touching you, leaving you to stay with your thoughts. Being tied up is taking a physical toll. You wonder how long this punishment will last and what will happen next.
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What should happen next? Should we give up?
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