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americasass81 · 1 year

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I posted 4,030 times in 2022

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@syntheticavenger

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#𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧/𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬/𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

My Top Posts in 2022:

What's Another Year?

Warnings:- Predominantly Fluff, Mild Language, Feelings of insecurity, Very Mild Smut (handjob, fingering, multiple orgasms, p in v sex), Use of Pet Name. Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

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Synopsis:- Waking up another year older is never the nicest feeling in the world, except when your lovingly thoughtful boyfriend decides to surprise you over and over and over again.

Author’s Note 1:- Written for @syntheticavenger as a Birthday gift. Synth, just for you, soft!Ari. First time writing for him so I hope this brings a smile to your face the same way your presence and talent on here always does for those of us that interact with you and escape into your fics. You deserve the world and I hope you get it. Lyl babe 💕💕💕

Author’s Note 2:- Also hid a little easter egg in here. Wonder if you’ll find it 😉🙂

Author’s Note 3:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Pairings:- Ari Levinson x Female Reader.

Word Count:- 4,257

Closing your eyes tighter and rolling over in bed as the morning sunlight tried to creep along the carpet and call out to you, you groaned and buried your head deeper into the pillows. Waking up most days was never exactly your favorite thing to do, but waking up another year older ... ugh, that was unthinkable.

Whose bright idea was birthdays anyway? What was so special about a stupid counting game that tied in with the changing of hands on a clock at midnight? Sure, to society this yearly ritual was significant. Marked by celebrations and new achievements, discarding of old habits and the odd defining, or as some people referred to them, unwelcome characteristics. Why then couldn't society simply find a better way to mark the passage of time, or better yet, just ignore it altogether? Why couldn't a person stay the age they felt for as long as they felt it and just enjoy life as it was in that window of time?

Contemplating these silly questions as your hand reached out and groped the empty bed beside you, your mood turned decidedly worse as you threw off the sheets and moved over to the unoccupied side of the bed. Wrapping your arms around the pillow and inhaling the distinct fragrance that was all Ari, your heart ached at the longing you felt to have him wrapped around you today of all days.

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Standing quietly in the doorway as you slept on oblivious to the world around you, Ari's eyes raked over your body hidden under the sheets and still marveled at the innocent countenance bathed in slumber. Oh sure, his lips smirked at the thought of how ... adventurous you were willing to be, but here in the moments between sleep and awakening untouched by the worries of the world, you looked absolutely peaceful.

He loved that look so much. But he also knew he couldn't hold onto it much longer today unfortunately. Having been called away for work at the last minute almost three weeks ago and still facing two more weeks cleaning up another agent's sloppy work, he was determined to be here when you woke up on your special day and thankfully the couch downstairs held evidence of that achievement.

Moving his hair out of his face and gazing once more at your ethereal beauty as your chest gently rose and fell within the safety of your dreams, his heart ached at having to disturb this fairytale picture, but it had to be done. Knowing you longed to have him here, but being too kind and thoughtful to place your expectations on him, he was determined not to waste a second more of your birthday, so picking up the remote and grateful for the quiet motor, he hit the switch to slowly open the blinds and welcome the sun's rays.

Watching then as you remained sleeping while trying to outmaneuver the oncoming light, a chuckle escaped his throat as you reached out towards his pillow and inadvertently exposed yourself to his wandering eyes. Realizing in that moment that perhaps he too needed this reunion every bit as much as you, Ari stalled the blind where it was as his feet began to move him towards your glorious form. Sitting down on the warm spot that your body had just vacated, his hand then reached out to caress your soft ass as his head bent down to nestle by your ear.

"Happy birthday honey. Nice butt," he managed to whisper out before all manner of chaos ensued.

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Shocked awake by a warm hand gently squeezing your left ass cheek as a birthday wish tickled your ear, your head rising from the pillow and connecting with another hard object left the room bathed in a slew of profanities and words of concern.

"Fuck."

"Ow."

“Shit.”

“Damn it.”

"Are you all right?"

"What the hell."

"Calm down honey, it's just me," and it was these words more than any other that pierced through the fog of sleep and anchored you in the waking world. You knew that voice. But it couldn't be.

Righting yourself properly on the bed as your hand massaged the tender spot by your right ear, your heart skipped and your eyes tried to confirm what they were seeing as Ari Levinson, you best friend, lover and the man of your dreams sat before you making sure your head hadn't damaged his face.

"A-Ari?" you questioned, as your trembling hand reached out to grab hold of his gray t-shirt. Closing your fingers around the fabric as his hand reached down to join yours, the reality of him actually being there hit you with the same force as you launching yourself into his powerful frame. "Ari, oh my god you're here. How are you here? Why are you here? How did you get here? When did you get home?" you blurted out between kisses as your lips tried to get reacquainted with every part of his face while your hands held him so tight in case he suddenly disappeared.

Chuckling at your eagerness as his fingers trailed soothing patterns along your spine, he waited until you seemed satisfied that he wasn’t an illusion before settling you properly in his lap and kissing you tenderly before speaking. "I got home last night and slept on the couch so I could surprise you. Surprise honey," he laughed out as his lips captured yours once more in a kiss that now conveyed all the passion and longing both of you had missed these past three weeks.

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51 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

Writer Appreciation

I know it seems pointless and a losing battle, but I hope every creator on here knows just how much they are appreciated and loved. It forever seems like the hate on here outweighs the love and honestly I'm amazed anyone is left here, but all the amazing people (yes anons, it's people that run these blogs) here truly are unbelievable treasures who deserve nothing but our unending love, loyalty, support and gratitude. You help comfort us, inspire us, make us laugh, cry and for however long a story last, take us away to fantastic places. You also help so realize that just maybe we're not as weird or crazy as we think we are. So from one extremely grateful fan to an unbelievably amazing community

Tagging just a tiny bunch of this wonderful community in no particular order (so sorry I can't tag everyone):- @darkthallas @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @nsfwsebbie @nastybuckybarnes @navybrat817 @nano--raptor @imanuglywombat @imdarkinme @threeminutesoflife @that-damn-girl @candy-and-writing @gotnofucks @ironlady1993 @searchforanotherway @starynighty @stargazingfangirl18 @giorno-plays-piano @lokislastlove @jtargaryen18 @jobean12-blog @dragon-of-dreams @nellblazer @syntheticavenger @boxofbonesfic @avintagekiss24 @musingsinmoonlight @saiyanprincessswanie @ozarkthedog @hoseokchild @cherienymphe @my-emotional-self @mdemontespan1667 @champagne-bucky @chaotictarlos @cockslut-padalecki @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @sugardaddytonystark

76 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

Claiming His Prize

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Non-Consensual Sex, Dubious Consensual Sex, Kidnapping, Penetrative Sex, Oral (m & f receiving), Fingering, Implied Edging, Use of Pet Name. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

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Pairings:- soft dark!Loki x Female Reader.

Author’s Note 1: Qualifying for @cockslut-padalecki @sweeterthanthis Love (To Challenge) Yourself Challenge since I have never before written for Loki (see prompt in bold), this little gift for the wonderfully talented @lokislastlove was inspired by the beautiful new theme change that once again is minus her beloved Asgardian prince (😂naughty girl😂). Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it as much as I did writing it.

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- What will you do when the Asgardian God of Mischief comes calling?

Total Word Count:- 3,892

Standing beside the staircase as Stark's guests paid him little attention, Loki's keen eyes never left you all night as you mingled, laughed and talked with the various people whose paths crossed with yours. Radiant and ethereal in every way, he still couldn't believe that this wretched planet held wonders such as you. Oh but it did and what an enchantress you were.

Dressed in his colors just a few short feet away, chatting with the spider boy who hung on your every word while his beady little eyes wandered over your glorious frame, Loki once again felt the jealousy stir within him. Having spent the past year learning every tiny detail about your life, likes and dislikes, Loki was determined to make you see that he was the only one worthy of your love and devotion.

But how to accomplish that when other methods had failed?

Watching Peter move away to pester his mentor Tony Stark, Loki seized his opportunity and sliding into the newly vacated spot beside you at the bar decided to make his intentions known yet again. "Hello pet," he whispered as he signaled to the bartender to supply another round, "how much longer do you plan on playing this silly game?"

"Game?" you questioned, turning around now to face this unwelcome annoyance. "Whatever are you talking about now?"

"You ignoring me," he clarified, before taking a sip of his newly arrived drink. "All night I've watched you grace these lesser creatures with your company while I go unnoticed. Hell, even that child gets to bask in your magnificence," he all but pouted. "When will you realize that I am the only one worthy of your time?"

Looking at him as you contemplated your answer, you were actually surprised when you realized he was truly serious. He really did think that highly of himself. Bringing your glass to your lips and steeling yourself for what lay ahead, you took one long gulp of champagne before answering. "Worthy? You really think yourself worthy of me when you stand here insulting my friends while being who you are. Peter may be as you say, a boy compared to you, but he is more of a hero than you will ever be," you spat and with that you set down the remainder of your drink, turned on your heel and left the god speechless where he stood.

Glancing around quickly to see if anyone had caught your interactions, as well as your little tantrum, Loki was thankful at least that the party was proving enough of a distraction to hide your rejection of him. Scanning the rest of the room to see you slipping out the main doors unnoticed, he thought back on your words and accepted that his subtle attempts to woo you were no longer sufficient. Setting down his drink and walking off after you, he now decided that a more direct approach was needed.

Entering the main hallway to find a few intoxicated individuals propping themselves up against the nearest available surface, Loki glanced around keenly for any sign of your current whereabouts. Noticing a door at the end of the hall just near closing, the God of Mischief decided to test his luck and heading towards it, pushed through to find himself in an indoor pool area filled with all manner of thriving plants as the stars in the heavens shone down through the clear glass ceiling. Adjusting his sight to the natural light illuminating this unique space, part of him easily recognized the pull this place would have on you. Silently moving through the room, his steps halted and his heart all but stopped as his eyes happened upon the image before him.

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92 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

Super Soldier Rescue

Warnings:- Very Mild Kidnapping, Use of Pet Names.18+ only. Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

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Author's Note 1:- Was inspired to write this for our beloved @navybrat817 from the following post. It’s totally criminal that no one has rescued you Navy so I hope you enjoy this little treat. Thank you so much for all you do and simply being you.

Author’s Note 2:- Thanks goes to @firefly-graphics for creating the included Fall divider. Please go check out Daisy’s work and pass on some love.

Synopsis:- What happens when two super soldiers decide to try their hand at rescuing a damsel?

Pairing:- soft-ish!Steve Rogers x Named Female Reader (kinda) x soft-ish!Bucky Barnes

Word Count:- 5,485

Monday morning arrived sooner than you wanted and as you turned over in bed and gazed at the alarm clock, you couldn't hold back the groan that tore its way out of your exhausted body. Another week lay ahead and no matter how much you enjoyed the work and your co-workers, a serious break was long overdue.

Work, bills, family obligations, rinse and repeat and you were finally ready to put your feet up and let the world melt away while the man of your dreams pampered you to the ends of the earth. But that was wishful thinking.

Finally resigning yourself to the reality and responsibility that ruled your life, you grudgingly dragged yourself out of bed and headed off to the bathroom to start your morning routine. Showering quickly, you then dressed just as hastily and headed down the hall to wake your precious bundles that made everything worth it and start them off on their morning adventure.

Opening their bedroom doors and heading off their protests with a gentle reminder that Halloween was almost upon them. The resulting prospect of a break from school, accompanied by fun and scary activities around the neighborhood was enough to secure their co-operation and thankfully thirty minutes later, life was back to what passed for normal as your busy little family settled into the car and left the house for another day.

Arriving at school some time later, you hugged and kissed your little angels, reminded them to listen to their teachers and watched them safely through the gates before climbing back inside your car. Sighing deeply at the niggling doubt that maybe you weren't doing a good enough job of being there for them as you spied some of what was called the trophy moms chatting and wasting time, you swiftly admonished yourself for listening to that demon in the back of your mind.

Sure like most working parents you were constantly tired and overstretched, but you could find solace in the fact that your kids were the one thing you truly excelled at. Adored beyond measure, they never wanted for food, love or your attention and anyone that met them always commented what confident, shining examples your little boy and girl appeared to be. Bolstered once again as their smiling faces and waving arms filled your vision, you focused your attention back on the car park and turning the key in the ignition, headed off to the office to see what disasters awaited you there.

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98 notes - Posted October 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

One Fateful Christmas

Warnings 18+ for the following:- Non-Consensual Sex, Dubious Consensual Sex, Kidnapping, Penetrative Sex, Mild Violence, Fingering, Choking, Spanking, Language, Implied Edging, Implied Somnophilia, Use of Pet Name. Seriously do not read if any of this upsets you, the warnings are there for a reason. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Pairings:- dark!Andy Barber x Female Reader.

Author’s Note 1: This is my submission for @lokislastlove @darkficsyouneveraskedfor XXXmas Writing Event. Thanks so much you two for hosting this event, it was both fun and scary in equal measure. Hope anyone who reads this enjoys it as much as I did writing it.

Challenge parameters used:-

🔹Prompt:- The cabin shakes with the brisk bellow of the winter storm, you couldn't leave if you wanted to.

🔹Troupe:- Obsessive Ex. Snowed In/Stranded.

🔹Kinks:- Somnophilia, Spanking, Edging, Name Calling, Choking.

🔹Dialogue:- It's nice here. Far away . . . from everything. Everyone.

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- Your peaceful Christmas vacation is interrupted by a not so mysterious visitor.

Total Word Count:- 5,399

December fourteenth and you were almost home. Having saved up your holidays, you packed your few essential items into the back of your truck and headed off to the cabin you hadn't seen in almost four years. Working hard amid job cuts, pandemics and generally demanding personal events, you were finally looking forward to getting back to nature and the peace and quiet this isolated retreat always provided. Having been on the road for five hours, leaving more and more of civilization behind felt like a weight you didn't know you were carrying being lifted off your weary shoulders. Finally reaching the dirt road that signaled isolation and relaxation, you turned off the radio and took in the stunning view all around you.

Welcoming you back, the trees leading up to the cabin looked beautiful in the winter light as the lake, mountain and forest embraced you like an old friend. Parking in your usual spot where the trees kissed the front of the property, you killed the engine, stepped out of your trusty vehicle and took your first long awaited drags of the cool, unpolluted mountain air. Here, surrounded by nature with not another soul for miles in any direction, was where you truly felt at peace. Finally beginning to feel the chill, you walked to the side of the truck and reaching into the back, removed the first of the boxes and headed inside.

Opening the front door and dropping the box off to the side, three more trips and you were all set. Next, making sure all was working as it should be, your first task was to set up the fire in order to stave off the cold that usually lingered here at this time of year. Cleaning out the fireplace before rounding up some firewood, an hour later and your first break in four years had finally begun.

Sitting on the couch as the wood sparked and crackled and spread its heat throughout the cabin, you took a few moments to just relax before deciding what to do next. Eventually getting the warmth back into your body, you rose from your comfortable spot, stretched your relaxed limbs and started to get on with what was left of your day.

Heading to the kitchen and clearing out the boxes you had brought from home, you tore open a pizza, popped it in the oven and then headed into the bathroom for a quick shower to remove the rest of the residue left behind by the city. Twenty minutes later, wrapped in a fuzzy robe, the smells of burning wood and melted cheese told you that all your cares were finally behind you.

Placing one more log on the fire as you walked back towards the kitchen, you then washed your hands and carefully removing the piping hot meal, placed it on a rack to cool as you poured yourself a nicely chilled wine from the fridge. Then cutting and plating up the pizza, you headed back to the living room to settle down with some mindless holiday entertainment. Half an hour later, fully fed and recharged, you turned off the tv and went about emptying out the remainder of the boxes before calling it a night and heading off to the glorious bed that called out to you

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Waking the next morning to the news reporter on your radio telling you of a possible impending storm in the area, you groaned and hit the snooze button before rolling over to catch another hour's sleep. Opening your eyes again a whole two hours later, you dragged your body out of bed, showered quickly and headed off to face the day.

Looking around while eating breakfast, you sighed as you realized you still had so much work to do that a storm could so easily screw up. The decorations, along with the firewood were out back in the shed and naturally, if the power went out, no Christmas treats would be yours to enjoy. Finishing up your toast and cereal, you placed your bowl in the sink and pulling on your warmest layers, headed out to face the elements.

Catching your breath at the stunning scene which greeted you, your mind couldn't reconcile what your eyes were seeing with what your ears had heard on the news. Sure the ground in every direction was covered in an undisturbed white blanket, but the tiny flakes that danced lightly in the gentle breeze were no portents of doom and gloom. Drawing yourself back to the task at hand, you picked your steps carefully to the back shed and sliding the door open, got to work on your plan.

Pulling the axe from the log you figured warmth took priority over presentation and so taking off your jacket and gloves, picked up the first log and swung cleanly through it. Swinging swiftly but carefully, a warm body and chilled hands rewarded you with enough wood to heat your now weary bones for at least a week. Bagging up each and every log, you then dumped them all in the storage cupboard inside the cabin as the day still showed no indication of the disaster to come.

Stopping by your truck next to make sure it was still running, the temperamental old girl gave her usual stuttering complaints before rewarding you with the sounds of life that meant you weren't completely cut off from civilization. Thanking her gratefully, you then cut the engine, hauled ass back to the shed and moved the Christmas boxes back up to the cabin. Then, since you always insisted on having a proper tree here, you picked up the axe once more, walked off towards the lake and chopped down the required holiday symbol.

Glancing now at your watch as your stomach interrupted the silence around you, you pulled the tree back up the property and returning the axe to the shed, dragged the tree inside and laid it on the floor. At last feeling the aches and pains that the morning activities had brought as you leaned against the door, you removed your outer layers, washed your hands and placed some food in the oven before a welcoming shower brought you back to life.

Having finally been refreshed, you then made your way back to the living room and gazing out the window at the soft flakes floating on the breeze, retrieved the outdoor lights from the boxes and wound them around the porch while waiting for the oven to complete its task. Once both tasks were completed, you ate as quickly as your taste buds allowed before cleaning up and getting on with the remainder of your day.

Moving gracefully around the kitchen, you procured everything necessary to begin whipping up some of your favorite holiday treats before placing them in the oven. Then turning on some festive tunes, you used the time wisely to begin decking out the cabin with all the contents from the shed boxes until every square foot complimented the shimmering landscape outside. Satisfied with the Christmas scene you had created, you finished off the baking before settling down by the fire not knowing that the lone figure braving the elements surrounding your peaceful haven was about to throw your holiday season into utter chaos.

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Driving along the road as another sleepless night held him in its grasp, Andy watched the lights get less and less as he tried once more to figure out where it all went wrong. A year. Twelve long months almost to the day since you had left him. Yet you were never truly gone. Your hair. Your lips. Your skin. Your eyes. Your beautiful smile. All these things still haunted his dreams and tortured his soul.

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225 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #false

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asirensrage · 2 years

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All of them! For the food asks/game LOL

but for what WIP?!! lol Okay, I'm going with "season 2" aka the sequel of Caught in the Crossfire because I know you're a fan of the first one.

🍔 Share a 1-2 sentence summary of your WIP

Michelle is finally getting used to being in this universe, but when Sam reappears from Hell different than when he left, she faces the fact that she hasn't adapted as much as she thought. Turns out being a Guardian has side effects and things are getting more dangerous than they're ready for.

🌭 Recommend another writer’s WIP post and tell us why we should reblog it!

This one. @sexy-skeleton wrote this fantastic Ted Lasso fic and it's just so heartwarming and cute. I think everyone should read it.

🍟 Share a GIF that represents your WIP

Hmm, for the sequel to Crossfire?

🌮 Recommend a writeblr who you admire and tell us what about them you admire

I have so many. @chickensarentcheap @booty-boggins @arrthurpendragon @cantfighthemoonknight @kingsmakers @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @kittenofdoomage @cherienymphe (basically any that I follow tbh there's too many to list).

The reason? Because all of these people are super talented and have been so kind to people in their replies, but also take no shit lol. They all make me want to be better. (also I watched The Invitation because of @cherienymphe posting about it and it was so good, I recommend it to everyone).

🍿 Share an out-of-context line from your WIP

“I didn’t mean to mislead you in the forest.” “In fairness, I was willing to be misled pretty easily,” Sam said, offering me a small smile. “I meant what I said before, at Bobby’s, that I was trying to carve out a space that was safe here. I’m still trying.” “I know,” he said softly. “I just...I want to be a part of that. I want to be part of the things that make you feel safe here. I always have.”

🍩 Recommend a writeblr who is an all-around must-follow and tell us why you follow them

@starcrossedjedis. Like the others above, I find them to be incredibly talented, welcoming and badass lol.

🍪 Share a song or music video that represents your WIP

🧁 Recommend a writeblr who has taught you something new about writing and tell us what you learned from them

Listen. I know she's not technically a "writeblr" but it's @vixenofcourse. She got drawn in to be my beta and just through our conversations and watching her edit my work, I've learned a lot in pacing, plot ideas and how often I repeat words...lol.

🍭 Share a link to one of your recent WIP posts so we can give it some much deserved attention!

Here's a post I did for an idea I have called "Reality is Fictional". It's going to be fun...if I ever get to it lol.

🍫 Recommend another writer’s WIP and tell us why you love it

I'm behind on this fic I Don't Wanna Be Unfair by @passionatewrites but it's so good. The characterization is on point and I love the way Mackenzie fits in seamlessly. If you're a fan of Sons of Anarchy, check it out. Mackenzie is badass.

#fic: caught in the crossfire #wip asks #chickensarentcheap #asks

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caplanbuckybarnes · 17 days

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tag games!

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

tagging random people below:

@holylulusworld @targaryenvampireslayer @becauseofthebowties

@hansensgirl @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @bolontiku @meganlpie

#caplan speaks #tag games #no pressure!

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lokislastlove · 2 years

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vaguely nsfw asks

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58. What are five ways to win your heart?

Play an instrument (piano is my favorite), speak another language, I’m a sucker for bad jokes (that’s how @darkficsyouneveraskedfor got me), share my interests, don’t play mind games.

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

A short afternoon hike/walk through a park then dinner we make together at home followed by silly board games/video games and wine. Maybe finish off the night with a scary movie and cuddles.

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

Oooh definitely the dream I had about Tom Hiddleston kidnapping me and taking me to a castle where i find out he has a long demon tail. I think I had that while I was writing Rivers Lullaby.

#thank you for the ask!! 🥺😍#i’m not worthy #tumblr friends #my ☀️ sunshine!#💛💖💛

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2smittinkittin · 4 years

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Chandelier

Pairings: Reader x Winter Soldier

Summary: This was written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Writing game What's In A Title

Theme: Stripper Alternate Universe. Dark Winter Soldier x reader

Warnings: alternate universe, heavy angst, mild blood violent theme, dark winter soldier, sexual situations

This one's dark if you have delicate sensibilities, blood, violence, death, swearing, dub-con please don't read!

A/N: dark and sexy. I really just write for fun, no beta, and I wasn't an English major so I apologize for any mistakes.

Please do not repost on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my written permission. Feel free to reblog!

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He was here again, the silvery blue of his eyes strikingly frigid as they watched you from the dimly lit corner booth. The fraction of gleaming metal exposed between his sleeve and the leather glove he wears serves as a reminder that you hadn't cheated death when you made your escape. He's a ghost, a specter, beautiful and terrifying to behold. How had they found you? You were careful. Each day since has been like a stolen dream. A life all your own, far from the wickedness you'd been born into. But you could never be free. Corruption too deeply rooted in you. After what you'd done, there would be no forgiveness. You could not be washed clean. Your sins covered you like a shroud. How cruel to have sent him to be your executioner.

It's been several days since he'd allowed you to notice his presence. How long has he actually been shadowing you? Stalking you? Why did tonight feel different? Your heart stuttered in your chest, blood feeling thick in your veins. The need to flee overwhelmed you. Setting the half-full tray of drinks on the nearest table you scurried towards the exit like the devil was at your back.

The steady click of your heels becomes a furiously out of sync staccato against the crumbling concrete. You can feel his presence, like a hot breath against the back of your neck. A risky glance over your shoulder and you lose your balance, tip of your stiletto snagging in a missing divet of the sidewalk. Familiar hands grip your shoulders wrenching you back against an unyielding chest. Warm lips graze your temple, his nose is in your hair. His voice rumbles in your ear and you can't suppress a shiver at the spark of ill-timed desire.

"Hello, again Crystal."

"Don't call me that! It's not my name. I'm not her, not anymore!"

"You'll always be Crystal to me."

You squirm in his arms, desperate to be free. He restrains you easily. A sharp prick against your neck and you go limp in his arms. When you awaken it's hard to breathe. Weight presses your body into the mattress. Warm air fans across your chest.

"There you are." Open mouth kisses feather your collarbone. "I was starting to think I'd given you too much." His hand is underneath your dress, long fingers roughly kneading fleshy thighs. "Did you think they'd forget? Let you go?" His lips are on your exposed breast now, pebbled nipple eager against his tongue.

"Please." You're begging, for what you're not certain, your life, his touch?

"Mmm, I've missed you too." He's kissing your neck, flesh hand between your thighs. His fingers press beneath the soft gusset of lace panties. The growl in his throat is like gravel. His touch feather-light. There's an ache low in your belly where heat gathers and muscles contract. "Always so wet for me."

One long thick finger slowly sinks in, knuckle deep. Before you can catch your breath he adds a second finger, stretching you around his probing digits. It's been so long since you've been touched like this. Touched by him. All traces of fear are gone. Memories of stolen moments, secret rendezvous with him between your legs. Filthy promises whispered in heavily accented Russian against glistening skin. Waking up in his arms before sunrise and sneaking into your own bed. The sensation of cool air against your damp skin pulls you from your thoughts. The sound of fabric rending, dress ripped down the middle, silk spread beneath you like eagerly torn wrapping paper.

He stood at the edge of the bed, tantalizingly out of reach removing his clothing. You wanted to touch him. Feel the firm muscle of his abdomen contract under the sweep of your tongue. Swallow him to the back of your throat while his fingers tangled in the lush coils of your hair. "So much...I've missed you so much. Please I'm sorry I lo..." His body is draped over yours, thighs spreading your legs wide. Lips cover yours and his tongue is in your mouth swallowing the guttural sound you make at his first thrust. He doesn't ease or slide. He plunders. Bores deep into your core at a ruthless pace. His mouth is on your neck now, right hand holding your thigh. Trembling leg wrapped tightly around his waist. His hips piston into you. Long strokes punch the air from your lungs and you gasp in the next lung full. A spark low in your gut ignites you're cuming. Dizzy from the force of your orgasm. Hazy vision and the blood rushing in your ears aren't enough to drown out the sound of pleasure roared from his throat. Three, four, five stuttered off rhythm thrust and he's collapsing on top of you. His bulk pinning you to the mattress. You feel weightless, satiated, all the energy drained from your exhausted limbs. He rolls over, flesh arm pulling you against his chest. Your nose against the sweaty skin of his neck. The scent of him envelopes you, lulling you. Eyelashes flutter against his skin. His hand strokes along the bare flesh of your back. "Sleep now printséssa, I'm here." A command your body can't refuse.

His beautiful Crystal had given him everything. You said you'd be his forever. It was a lie, nothing lasts forever.

The priceless hand-strung chandelier, hanging above the center stage of the most exclusive exotic entertainment club in Isla de sa Ferradura, now a tangled delicate mess of shattered glass cast upon the floor. The sound of his boots crunching small fragments of irreplaceable crystals into dust would be a haunting refrain in his cold sleep.

You were lovely even now. His only source of light in the darkness snuffed out by his own hands. His punishment for the part he's played in your escape.

He leaves you for the last time, suspended aloft and out of reach. Blood dripping off manicured fringers staining the white marble below in sluggish splashes. His Crystal chandelier casting macabre shadows upon polished floors and leaving only darkness in his soul.

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cockslutpadalecki · 2 years

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Love (To Challenge) Yourself

Lau (@sweeterthanthis) and I were discussing writing for different characters one day and we talked about making it into a tag game and then it developed into this.

To challenge our fellow writers to write for a new character they are yet to explore. We all like to dip our toes into many different fandoms, but we don’t always necessarily feel brave enough to write for someone new. And with Valentines around the corner, we figured why not combine the two?

GUIDELINES

We have very few, but the ones we do have are…

Must be for a character you’ve never written for before. You don’t have to branch out from the fandom you’re currently in, we just challenge you to write for a character you don’t already have in your back catalogue.

No word limits— but anything over 500 words must be under a read more cut.

We can’t guarantee that we will read everything that is written as some of it might not be for us, but we will endeavour to promote/reblog every fic as best we can.

We welcome every diversity in our readers, but please, second/third POV ONLY. No OCs.

You can tag us both if you like, but it’s not mandatory. After all, this is to challenge yourself not to produce for us.

We have included some prompts below, but they don’t have to be used in your story. They are simply there to try and help with inspiration. It doesn’t have to be Valentines themed either. If you get inspired in seven months’ time then that’s fine too!

You don’t need to claim a particular prompt or anything like that to enter. It’s a free for all here.

You can participate more than once, but it has to be a new character each time.

Deadline is 1st January 2023.

Lau and I are no prudes so we are open to most things except DD/LG, watersports or paedophilia. Dark fics are encouraged.

Use the tag #lovetochallengeyourself when posting.

Any questions, please message myself or Lau and we will help as best we can!

PROMPTS

“I know what I like. I know my limits.”

“I’m not sure it’s gonna fit.”

“I’ve got all night. You’ll give in eventually.”

“My hands look so good around your throat.”

“I might not be able to do anything right now, but just wait until we get home.”

“Getting fucked is a reward sweetheart, not a punishment.”

“You can take it. I know you can. You’ve done it before and you’ll do it again.”

“Did I stutter? Get on your knees.”

“If only they knew where that mouth has been.”

”If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“We can’t have you wasting a single drop. Open up.”

“Do I look like I’m joking? That’s my offer. Take it or leave it.”

“You’re holding back. You know how I feel about that.”

“If you cry, I’ll cry - and that won’t be fun for anyone.”

“You can keep the shirt. You look better in it than me anyway.”

“I love you, but sometimes I really don’t like you.”

“All this time, and you still can’t look me in the eye.”

“You can come a little closer, you know. I don’t bite.”

“Are you gonna be good?”

“You can put your cold feet on me.”

“There’s only one rule. You can’t use your hands.”

“Every thought I have about you is inappropriate.”

“Make it hurt.”

“Don’t give me the sex eyes right now. I’m trying to be mad at you.”

“Shame you spent so long on that pretty face, kitten. I’m gonna ruin it.”

“I didn’t think you were into that.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you.”

“How do you destroy a monster without becoming one?”

“Do you feel any remorse for what you did to me?”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

Tagging some loves: @buckyownsmylife @navybrat817 @river-soul @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog @sweetlyscared @dreamlessinparis @whisperlullaby @princessmisery666 @letsby @musingsinmoonlight @thanatosfic @sparkledfirecracker @boxofbonesfic @syntheticavenger @clints-lucky-arrow @sapphirescrolls @threeminutesoflife @lokislastlove @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @slothspaghettiwrites @punemy-spotted @wakingbeauty @gogolucky13 @gotnofucks @sagechanoafterdark @stargazingfangirl18 @cherienymphe

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floatingdaisy7 · 2 years

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Standstill

Warnings: non-consent and rape, oral sex, unprotected sex, light chocking, man-handling, drug abuse mentioned, slight knife play, blackmail, stalking, swearing, female reader

Pairing: This is a Dark!Bruce Wayne x Reader x Dark!Helumt Zemo fic. It is going to be dark and no one is going to be nice.

DO NOT PROCEED if any of the above upset you. 18+ only.

Word Count: 6.5k (I got a little carried away)

Summary: As the owner of one of the finest restaurants in Gotham, you deal with the oddities of the rich and powerful daily. One of the strangest things you see is Bruce Wayne and Helmut Zemo taking a table together despite their obvious disdain for each other. You begin to find that staying out of their games is impossible.

Note: This is for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor dark cross-over challenge. Prompt is "How does a naughty little thing like you look so sweet?" Wanted to push myself and actually post some of the self-indulgent things I write. Hope you enjoy <3

PROCEED WITH CAUTION

You could feel the tension between the two of them from across the room. If you made your way to your office and closed the door, you could still feel it. One day it would all snap. You just knew it.

They had first started this staring contest at the bar. You would never forget that day. It was odd to see Bruce Wayne out for a drink by himself. His face was as hard as stone, and his brown eyes narrowed. He drummed his fingers against the blank granite counter. Zemo was on the other end of the bar. You hadn't noticed him until he approached Bruce. Then, as the days went on, they slowly started to sit closer and closer until they took a table together.

From a glance, it was hard to tell they hated each other. When they talked, they gave each other painted smiles. But you could see the cold stares and hear the low tones of their voices. In fact, you were probably the only one who was aware of their disdain for each other.

Why they came to your restaurant to have these odd quiet stare downs was beyond you. Sometimes they would call you over to settle a minor dispute. It was always something incredibly petty, like if Superman could defeat the Hulk or if red wine was better then white wine. The arguments never ended with a winner; you didn't care enough to agree with either of them.

That night you really didn't have time to stand there and nod politely. It was hectic, and everything seemed to be falling apart. Maybe if they weren't so busy with their stupid dick-measuring contests, they would have noticed and left you alone. Perhaps they noticed but just didn't care.

"Mr. Wayne wants to see you," said the waitress you had assigned to their table. You had hired the most gorgeous woman you could find solely to put her at that table. You hoped and prayed that she would be enough that you could catch a break tonight. Looks like they were stupid as well as blind.

You groaned and ran a hand over your face. You were at the front of the restaurant trying to figure out how to deal with a double booking.

"I'm so sorry, I know you are busy. But it's Bruce Wayne, the Bruce Wayne. I tried to ask him if there was anything wrong with the service, but he wouldn't tell me. I think I might have poured the wine on the wrong side. I'm so sorry, I'm still trying to figure that out!" The poor girl would not stop playing with her hair and constantly shifted from one leg to the other.

You held a hand to stop her. "It's nothing to do with you. This is just something he does. Don't sweat it. I can take care of it from here. Could you tell Andrew to come deal with this double booking? If he gives you any shit, be sure to let him know that I know he screwed it up."

She gave a stiff nod. Her lips were pursed in a thin line, and her eyes were wide.

"Thank you, but if it's about the wine..."

"If it is, it's the least of my worries. I will honestly probably forget it two seconds after I hear about it. Now go."

She hurried off, and you gave a deep sigh. You printed off one check for each of them, hoping you might be able to use it to get them to leave. You really needed an open table. You put your pen down slowly, savoring each second you were not at that table. Running a hand over the smooth black table, you reminded yourself you put with this rich people shit to have nice table. You finally had no choice but to make your way over. They were deep in conversation when you arrived.

"Good evening gentlemen, is there something I can help you with?" When you spoke, their gazes snapped towards you. It was as if they were racing to look at your first. Both of them always gave you unnerving stares. You never got used to it.

"Ah yes, it seems we have another bet that only you can settle," Zemo said, smirking at you over his wine.

"Yes, we need to prove to the Baron here that he doesn't understand people half as well as he claims," Bruce's lips pulled into a smile, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Interesting that you would claim to have a superior knowledge of human behavior," Zemo leaned back in the black cushioned seat. "After all, you spend most of your time in the minds of criminals."

This was the strangest of all of the things Zemo had said about Bruce. You couldn't understand why he would assume Bruce did that. Bruce never spoke about hobbies; you assumed he didn't have time for them. If Zemo was trying to make Bruce look bad in front of you, he was wasting his time.

Bruce's jaw tensed, and his fake smile fell. His hand gripping his drink tightened. Zemo's dark eyes brightened, and his smirk grew wider. He took his time basking in the tense silence before speaking again.

"Maybe you think so highly of your claim because you think this beautiful lady is a criminal. In which case, you couldn't be farther from the truth. She is much too sweet for such things." Zemo gestured towards you with his glass. His eyes brazenly ran up and down your form.

"Don't put words in my mouth," Bruce said in a low voice. His tone sent a shiver down your spine. You were scared of him, and his words were not directed at you. "If we apply the same logic to you, do you assume she is a super soldier? Your study of them is obsessive at best."

They were threatening each other, but you weren't sure what they were threatening each other with. The tension was so thick you found it hard to breathe. You found yourself searching for a way to relieve the pressure.

"Well, maybe I am both a super soldier and a criminal," you said with a nervous laugh. But, if anything, the tension thickened. You could see out of the corner of your eye one of your waiters. He was frantically pacing, waiting for you to end your conversation. "Yes, see, I am both. Now, if that is all... "You moved your arm to set the check down.

"Apologies, it seems we have gotten off track. Unfortunately, that was not the bet we needed to settle," Zemo said with a sigh. You moved your hand back and groaned inwardly.

"We have a more pressing question," Bruce said, his shoulders relaxing only slightly. You weren't sure what was more pressing than super soldiers and criminals.

"How long has it been since you've had someone in your bed, darling?" Zemo asked with a sly smirk. His tone suggested he was asking about something trivial, but his eyes said otherwise.

Your eyes snapped into a glare, and your fingers gripped the check tightly. They had both worn your patience to dust. Their money and prestige seemed to disappear before your eyes. Now you were just dealing with rich and entitled men.

"I would say six months given that you have recently developed this horrible habit of sleeping in your office," Zemo continued. Your eyes narrowed. Either your employees were gossiping, or Zemo had gone out of his way to know that. "Mr. Wayne here is adamant that it's longer."

"Fourteen months," Bruce said, giving a firm nod. You felt your nostrils flare. Bruce was absolutely right, and it unnerved you. Your last relationship had not been something you advertised since your his boss.

"I simply cannot believe it has been that long," Zemo shook his head in mock surprise. "Not for a beautiful woman such as yourself."

"That's flattering, but that information is not important," you said, shaking your head.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Bruce said, but that did not help you feel better. "It's a way of proving who understands you better."

"I don't see how this is at all relevant to my restaurant," you said, folding your arms across your chest. "I work here, and I let my work speak for itself."

"Such confidence," Zemo held up his glass in mock salute. "Spoken like a woman who has been able to seduce a man in the past six months."

"Sounds more like a woman who has had nothing but work on her mind for fourteen months," Bruce countered. It was as if he couldn't help himself. If he had a chance to prove Zemo wrong, he had to take it.

You wished they were back to the Hulk vs. Superman argument. At least that had nothing to do with you. It was challenging to find a way to politely tell these two influential customers to shut up.

"Not all of us have hobbies that take up our evenings," Zemo said as his gaze traveled back to the man across from him. "Most of us can work and indulge in whatever pleases us afterward. This is something you wouldn't understand, which is why your number is wrong."

There it was again, the tensed jaw and steely glare. "Most of us have hobbies that don't involve the takedown of an organization. This would mean one can stay in one place and take time to get to know people. Fourteen is a more realistic number. But it's something you would not be able to understand."

"You're both wrong," you said with such authority you almost believed yourself. You slammed the check on the table. "I've been fucking my head chef in my office for months now."

It was a complete lie, but you didn't care. It was the only way you felt you could take back control of the situation. You quickly turned and stalked off. The waiter you had seen from before walked with you.

"Adam is having another breakdown," he whispered, his breath coming out in pants as he tried to keep up with you. "He's threatening to quit again."

Anger boiled inside of you. Not at Adam, your head chef couldn't help himself. It was all directed at those two idiots who took up so much of your time for nothing.

You stopped at the black counter of the bar. You stared at the beautiful bottles on display behind the counter; the green lights twinkled behind them to make them look even more enticing. Of course, you knew it was all for show, but it made you so badly want a drink.

"I can take care of Adam," you said after taking a deep breath. You turned and looked him dead in the eye. He took a step back as you took a step towards him. He seemed to shrink in your presence. "But I am not to be disturbed by anything else. Not even if we are being robbed. If the restaurant is on fire, I don't want to know until the fire department gets here."

He stared back at you. You took the silence poorly.

"Well? Is that understood?" you snapped.

He nodded frantically. "P..perfectly. Yes, understood. Sorry!" He stammered out a few more words and scampered away. You immediately regretted your outburst. You tried to treat your staff kindly. Your customers were all upper class, and your team had to deal with their oddities all the time. The two men you had just dealt with were a perfect example.

You made a mental note to apologize later. But, for now, you had a fire to put out.

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Adam was having a fit about the rosemary. It took way too long to get him to calm down. Then, after he had, only you could go to his apartment and pick the right sprigs. Only you. No one else. Because that was how Adam was.

You grumbled under your breath the way there and the way back. If Adam weren't such a genius, you would have fired him, but not before making his life miserable.

As you had feared, all of the issues had piled up when you returned. Even after closing, you couldn't make your way to your office. You were constantly interrupted by employees. They requested time off, complaints about other co-workers, complaints about a customer-it was never-ending.

They finally let you be when their shifts were over. You found yourself alone for the rest of the night, as usual. It was three in the morning. You would need to go to the market in three hours. Adam would only have the best fish. And if you wanted him to work, it better be the best.

You used to have other people doing these things. But they had all slowly left. The first one had been your now ex. It had been hard to sit down and find a replacement for him. Now it was impossible to find the time. And training someone to pick good salmon and deal with snootty customers took even more time you didn't have.

This was why you had started sleeping in your office, only going back to your apartment to shower before lunch. How had Zemo known that? Was it just that obvious?

You made your way to lock the front door. Tugging on it two times to make sure it was secure. Then you went to the bar to indulge in one of those pretty bottles behind the counter. You mixed a drink with expert ease. You gave a content sigh as you poured it into a glass.

"How does a naughty little thing like you look so sweet?" A cold, rough voice purred from behind you.

You jumped, startled. Half of your drink splattered onto the floor. You gave a dejected sigh. It took you a full second before you remembered. No one was supposed to be here.

You spun around to see Zemo sitting on a barstool directly across from you. His fingers were laced together, resting on the counter. He gave you a satisfied smirk as your eyes widened. You hadn't heard him come in or sit down. You gave a hard blink hoping it was just your mind playing tricks on you. But he was still there. Anger and fear rushed through you.

"We're closed," you said, mustering up as much authority as you could.

"But the bar still seems to be in service," he said with such confidence that you doubted yourself for a split second.

"This is my bar. I can use it as I please," you said, turning away from him again. You took a towel and bent down to clean up your mess. You needed to do something with this nervous energy.

"Having a drink before driving home, I would say that's very naughty. What would the staff say?"

You could feel his eyes on your backside. You jerked up to glare at him but missed him in the act. Instead, his eyes met your own.

"What would the police say when I call them?" you snapped. His thin lips stretched into a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. Every one of your customers probably had Gotham's finest paid off in some way. You should have known better. You sighed and shook your head. "I don't have time for this. Please leave."

"Why don't you pour me a drink, and we can have a pleasant chat?" he countered.

"No. I only have so many hours before I have to work again," you grumbled, whipping down invisible spots off the counter in front of you. "If you leave now, I will maybe let you back in tomorrow evening for another one of your dates with Mr. Wayne."

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his smile fall. His entire face seemed to tense at the mere mention of Bruce.

"If I could shake off Bruce's vigilant presence, we would have had this conversation much sooner. But, lucky for us, some very dangerous people broke out of Arkham Asylum tonight. So I have you all to myself."

This time you turned to face him. Your eyebrows raised. "What in the hell are you talking about?"

He gave a lazy shrug. "Let me pour you a proper drink," he said, sliding off the barstool and making his way over to you.

Your legs were frozen. All you could do was stare in horror as he made his way to your spot behind the counter. He had so easily positioned himself right in front of the only way out. He took one of your most expensive bourbons off the shelf. He looked at the label and slowly poured some in a glass.

You could only watch his slow, methodical movements. You toyed with the idea of just pushing him out of the way. But you weren't sure you were strong enough for that to do any good.

He was soon right in front of you. He was so close you could smell the bourbon from the glass and a whiff of his cologne.

"I haven't seen you try this. It's one of your better choices," Zemo held out the drink expectantly. When you didn't take it right away, he took a sip from it himself. "Here, I'm sure it will be more palatable to you now."

You looked down at the drink. Your stomach was tied up in complicated knots. You were finally beginning to understand what he was here for. You were embarrassed you hadn't realized sooner and terrified that you couldn't get him to stop.

"Look, Zemo. I'm not interested. Please just leave," you said, trying to keep the fear out of your voice.

He took a small step closer. Your low back was pressed against the lower counter; it began digging painfully into you. But you continued to push against it to get as far back as you physically could.

"You just need something to loosen you up," he said in a low voice. He took your hand and pressed the glass into it. It dug sharply into your palms. "Let me help you relax." He guided the glass to your lips.

You let the liquid slide down your throat. You kept your eyes wide and your gaze on him. The drink burned your throat. The situation was so odd, you didn't even realize how it tasted. He finally pulled back the glass.

"Isn't that better?" he asked. He put a hand on your cheek and studied your face with sharp brown eyes. He made you feel small and weak. He looked down at you like he knew so much about you. He probably even knew things you didn't know.

"Look, Zemo I…" he cut you off with a harsh kiss. The glass fell to the floor with a piercing shatter. Your eyes were wide in shock, and your heart dropped. You had not expected him to just kiss you. No one had ever kissed you like this like they owned you.

His hands wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. You weakly gripped at his suit jacket, desperate for anything to hold onto. You heard him give a sharp exhale through his nose at the simple touch. His hands began to wander lower down your back. His tongue gently pressed against your lips.

This was all too much for you. You grabbed more of his suit jacket in your hands. Finally, you gave a sharp tug pulling him towards the left, freeing yourself from being trapped against the counter. Then you pushed.

You heard a large crash, but you didn't stick around to see how much money you had just lost. You just ran. The kitchen was too far away, and you did not have the keys to unlock the front door. So you dashed down the short hallway to your office. Your master plan was to barricade yourself in there and use your desk phone to call for help.

You slammed the door shut and locked it quickly. You let out short, desperate breaths. The office was pitch black. It felt like the darkness was pressing against your shoulders and neck. You took a deep, shaky breath. You were trying to slow your breathing so you could hear noises beyond the door.

You pressed your ear against the door, your fingers still gripping the lock tightly. It took a moment before your heart stopped beating wildly. You heard nothing beyond the familiar hum of the building. Even so, you were going to push your desk in front of the door and call the police. You may even call Adam, who could be formidable if he was high out of his mind.

You pulled away from the door and flicked on the light switch. When you turned, you were startled back against the door by a large figure sitting at your desk chair. You let out a strangled yelp, and your hands flew to your mouth.

Bruce Wayne was sitting at your desk. He leaned back in the chair as if you had invited him to use it. The corner of his mouth twitched into a mischievous smile. But the small smile was far from his cold dark eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you gasped out; all sense of propriety was gone.

"I could ask you the same question," he said, giving a shrug. "You really should be at your apartment. You closed an hour ago."

You had already played this game with Zemo, and you were not going to do it again. Your eyes snapped into a glare. You charged towards your desk, reaching for the phone. He leaned forward and snatched your wrist.

He slowly stood and circled the desk. His hand and eyes stayed on you. He was so much stronger and menacing than you had thought. You immediately felt smaller in his presence.

As soon as he was in range, his other hand flew to your neck. You let out a squeak. He didn't squeeze, but just the feel of his large hand around your throat made you catch your breath. He roughly guided you to the wall and shoved you against it.

You let out a gasp. You used your free hand to try and pry his cold, rough hand off your neck. Your other arm was pinned against the wall. The look in his eyes made your stomach drop. He was imagining what he was going to do to you. You weren't sure what it was, but you didn't want to play out this fantasy with him.

"Let me go," you whimpered, digging your nails in his wrist.

"I don't see that drug addict chef here. He's at home high as a kite as he always is," his, voice was low, and he tightened his grip on your throat. You let out a strangled cry. "Now, why would you lie about something like that? Are you purposely trying to push my buttons?"

You shook your head as best as you could. Tears were beginning to form at the corners of your eyes.

"You see when you tell me things like that. It sounds like you are just begging me to come to your office and find out if it's true." His hand released the arm that was pinned against the wall. He let his hand travel down your waist, sending shivers down your spine. You used your free hand to join the desperate attempt to get his hand off your throat.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you choked out.

"I think you do," he growled. His hand was sliding dangerously close to the area in between your legs. "I can show you just how much you…."

The lock on the door clicked. You and Bruce turned towards the sound at the same time. You had an idea of who it might be. But all the same, you prayed to anything that could hear that it was help.

When Zemo opened the door, Bruce's grip on your throat tightened. You let out a strangled gasp in response. Zemo titled his head. He looked more puzzled than surprised at the scene before him. He let out a sharp breath through his nose.

"This seems a tad aggressive, but I get it she's a delicious little thing," Zemo purred. Then his eyes snapped into a glare. "But if you indulge in this any further, I will let all of Gotham know of your late-night hobbies. And I am not referring to assaulting a certain restaurant owner."

Bruce finally released his hands from your neck. You let out a gasp and began to cough. He barely gave you time to recover before pulling you into a headlock. He pressed your back against his chest and turned to fully face Zemo. You let out a pathetic whimper and grabbed his arm. You were overwhelmed by his scent and the feel of his hard chest pressed against you.

"Is that it? Is that really the only thing you have on me?" Bruce asked. You could hear the beginnings of a smile on his mouth.

"We can start with telling the world you are Batman, then I can show the rest of what I know if that's what you really want," Zemo said. "Or you can leave without the girl. And your secret's safe with me." He gestured towards the door.

Your mind was going haywire. You weren't sure if Bruce really was Batman or if Zemo had planted evidence to destroy Bruce's life. It was one of the few times you could have cared less. You just wanted to get out of this in one piece.

"Interesting, well, if you don't leave this office," Bruce began coldly. "I have a way of letting a certain group know about the research you've been doing. In fact, I could get a hold of the Winter Soldier before you step foot out of this office. What happens to your plan then?"

Zemo's jaw tensed. You hoped that maybe this was too much for both of them. Maybe Bruce would let you go, and they both would walk out, leaving you alone.

"If both of you leave," you gasped out. "You can keep your secrets. I will not tell anyone what happened or what I heard." There was a tense silence. You could almost hear the gears in their brains spinning. But Bruce made no move to loosen his grip, and Zemo made no move towards the door.

"My darling, you are correct. It seems we have reached an impasse," Zemo finally said with a sigh.

"It seems we have," Bruce agreed.

"But you are mistaken to think you have anything to leverage," Zemo held your gaze and slammed the door shut. You jumped in Bruce's grasp at the sound. "There are plenty of things I have beyond your head chef's cocaine habit. I can't even begin to imagine what Batman would have. What he could do to you, to your precious restaurant."

Bruce's silence was more than enough to make your blood run cold. Zemo began to walk towards you. You backed up as much as you could against Bruce's chest. Zemo's kiss still burned your lips.

"For one night, Bruce, do you think we can agree to play nice?" Zemo asked. He traced a finger down your cheek. "I can hold off planning your demise if you can hold off on planning mine."

There was a heavy pause. Bruce's grip on your neck loosened, but it wasn't near enough for you to work with.

"Fine," Bruce answered gruffly. "Just this once. If you touch her after this, I will kill you."

"I would like to see you try to kill me, but another time perhaps," Zemo's dark eyes were staring into yours. He leaned in and kissed your lips. Bruce finally moved his arm from around your neck, if only to keep his distance from Zemo. Zemo grabbed the sides of your face and pulled you deeper into the kiss.

Your body went rigid. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to plan your next move. The smell of both of their colognes intertwined in your nose and overwhelmed you. If you weren't scared out of your mind, it would have smelled comforting.

You could feel Bruce watching intently. He finally seemed to snap out of it and let his hands wander. One hand grabbed your ass, and you gasped. Zemo's tongue took advantage and slid into your mouth.

You let out a pathetic whimper against his lips. Your first thought was to bite down. You wanted so badly to, but Bruce was right behind you. You wondered if he would intervene and punish you, or would he enjoy it?

Zemo broke the kiss before you could act on that thought. You let out a pathetic gasp for air. His mouth began to travel down your neck, biting and sucking wherever he could. You moved your head to cut off his access to your neck.

But Bruce roughly grabbed the side of your chin. He pulled your face to the left and leaned over to slam his lips against yours. He was giving Zemo more access to your neck. Zemo took full advantage of it, his lips and teeth only touching the most sensitive parts.

Bruce grabbed your hip and pressed you more firmly against him. His tongue forced entrance into your mouth. He tasted good, and you hated it. You remembered the feel of his hands against your neck. His hands had been so rough with you over such a trivial thing.

Zemo's mouth began to travel further down your neck to the area above your chest. He began to unbutton your dress shirt. After the first two, your hands found his. You tried to swat his hands away. What little bare skin was showing made you shiver with cold. Zemo snatched one hand, and Bruce took the other.

Zemo was able to easily unbutton your shirt with one hand. He took his time, feeling every inch of skin that peaked through. You squeezed your eyes shut. You couldn't stand the look on Zemo's face when he held your breasts in his hands.

Something began to tear near your chest. Your eyes flashed open to see Zemo running a knife along your bra. You tried to move your head away from Bruce to break the kiss, but he only held your face tighter. He gave a low growl in his throat as a warning. But you ignored it. You frantically tugged at their grasps and tried to slam your foot on either of your attackers. Bruce was able to move away with ease.

"Be careful. We don't want to cut this beautiful skin," Zemo whispered, running a hand up your bare skin. "Not this way."

Bruce finally broke the kiss. You took a deep hungry breath of air. "Put the knife away," he growled.

"I'm not quite done yet," Zemo pressed, cutting away at what remained of your bra. Bruce pulled you further away from Zemo with a vicious tug of the arm around your throat. Your bra fell to the floor, and your nipples immediately hardened in the cold air.

"No. No weapons. I don't care if it's the only thing that gets you hard," Bruce's voice was low, and it rattled in your ears. "I wouldn't put it past you to stab me when I'm inside her."

Zemo gave a defeated sigh and shook his head. "I see the rumors of your open-mindedness in bed were false." He let the knife clatter to the floor, his eyes fixed on your chest. Even with it on the floor, you didn't feel any safer.

In the blink of an eye were you pinned to the desk. Your breath caught in your chest at the force of which you were slammed against the hardwood.

The two men loomed over you. Bruce stood next to your legs while Zemo was to your left, his eyes still fixed on your chest. You made a move to sit up once you caught your breath. But Zemo grabbed your arms in one hand and pinned them above you.

Before you could think about kicking, Bruce grabbed your thighs and shoved them apart. He hiked up your skirt, running his hand along a bare thigh. Zemo's free hand was on your breast, giving it a rough squeeze.

So many hands were on you at once had your head spinning. You were overwhelmed with feelings of dread and the warmth growing in your stomach.

"Stop, please!" you begged as Zemo gave your nipple a pinch. It was futile, but you hoped that maybe the words would chase away the tight coil of pleasure that was beginning to form.

"You say that," Bruce said with a smirk. "But I can prove otherwise." He pulled your panties aside and slid a finger inside you with ease. An embarrassing, squelching noise filled the room. You gave a sharp cry and arched your back at the intrusion. You tried to move your arms or legs, but both were held in even tighter grips.

"A beautiful sound," Zemo muttered as he took your nipple in his mouth. You held back a gasp and squeezed your eyes shut. You desperately tried to think of something, anything to distract yourself from these unwelcome feelings.

Bruce pulled your panties off in one smooth motion. Through half-closed eyes, you watched him stuff them in his pants pocket. His hands were back on your thighs again, giving them deceptive gentle caress.

Zemo pulled your lips into another hungry kiss. You could only feel Bruce's breath against your inner thigh. Your legs tensed as you realized what he was going to do. His tongue gave a gentle flick inside you before he began to devour you.

You let out a panicked moan that was muffled by Zemo's mouth. You could feel Zemo's lips curl against yours in a smirk. He broke the kiss and, with one hand, began to hurriedly remove his tie. He used it to tie your hands together above your head. Even after he finally let your hands go, it felt like they were still being pressed against the desk.

You arched your back and gave a gasp as Bruce added a thick finger to his assault on you. Your eyes widened, and you tried to focus on the ceiling to stop yourself from making more noises. But Bruce's skill with his tongue continued to drag them out of you.

Zemo had removed a large hard throbbing cock from his pants. You hadn't noticed since you were so wrapped up in Bruce's administrations. You opened your mouth to protest, but he took it as an invitation. In one fluid motion, it was in your mouth. You let out a strangled gag, immediately tasting precum against your tongue.

"What a wonderful mouth," Zemo said with a shaky breath. He started to thrust slowly. "But if there are any teeth, there will be trouble."

Bruce gave your outer thigh a harsh spank at those words. It took everything inside you not to clamp your jaw over the cock in your mouth. You could feel the disappointment from Bruce when you let out a muffled gasp. He finally removed his tongue and fingers from your pussy. You felt a sense of relief that you only had to focus on one attack on your senses. But the relief was short-lived.

Your mind reeled when you felt him at your entrance. He had just started, and you already felt him stretching you. You let out a whine in protest. You wanted to push him away or to at least beg him to wear a condom.

He was slow as he entered you, but it was still too much for you. Every centimeter he pushed, you felt you couldn't take anymore. His eyes were laser-focused on how you took him, and his hands gripped your legs tightly. He bottomed out with a groan. You let out a pathetic whine. There was no way he could move with you so tight around him. You were sure you would break. You couldn't take him like this.

"You're so tight," Bruce breathed, and he began to move at a brutal pace. Zemo gave you no room for comfort. He continued to move in your mouth without mercy and seemed to enjoy the panicked noises that came from your mouth against his cock.

You were sure you could never sit at this desk again after this. You would never be able to look at its surface without recalling how it felt to move against it with Bruce inside you. You wouldn't be able to look at the painting on the wall without remembering seeing it while Zemo's cock was in your mouth.

The familiar feeling of something tightening in your stomach returned. You almost wanted to push it away, but it was a stronger sensation this time. It made you burn for release. Bruce seemed to realize this and rubbed your clit with skilled fingers. You switched your attention to Zemo's cock, but the fire only burned brighter. You felt yourself burn with pleasure and shame. You knew that you couldn't help it and you just hoped and prayed that they wouldn't notice when you came.

Pleasure crashed over you in a heavy wave. For a brief moment, all you could think and feel was your sweet release. You clenched around Bruce with a vice grip. Muffled cries came out of your mouth before you could stop them.

Bruce gave a strangled groan, and for a split second, his pace faltered. But he regained his composure quickly, a sneer on his lips. Zemo tightened his grip on your hair, looking down at you with a triumphant smirk. They didn't need to say anything. They both knew.

Hot ropes of cum filled your mouth without warning. Zemo let out an unsteady breath and sank deeper into your mouth, holding you tightly against him. You swallowed it all without thinking. It was difficult to function under the brutal pace Bruce had set.

Zemo finally stopped his movements, but he did not pull out of your mouth. You pulled your head back in a desperate attempt to take a deep breath, but he tightened his grip on you in a warning. He was staring down at your ravaged pussy with intense concentration. His cock still rock hard in your mouth.

Bruce finally came inside you with a strangled groan. He gave a few slow, painful thrusts as he emptied himself into you. You clenched onto him as if you would fall apart if he left you empty. You hated that the pressure was building inside of you again. It took all your strength not to grind your hips against him.

Zemo finally released your head and left your mouth. You let out a gasp as you could finally take full breaths. You closed your eyes tightly in shame as Bruce pulled out of you. The air felt cold and lonely around your lower body. You hoped they had their fill and would leave you alone.

But you were penetrated again with a quick sharp thrust. You gave a panicked gasp. You opened your eyes to see Zemo already inside of you.

"No! Wait!" Were the only two words you could say before you moaned pathetically.

"I've already waited for long enough, darling," Zemo growled as he pounded you without mercy. His arms holding your legs in a tight grip.

The fact that another man was inside you so soon after the first made the pressure build even faster. You bit your lip trying to think of something, anything, just not this. Bruce's cum soaked cock was in your line of sight.

"Clean up the mess you made," Bruce ordered in a low voice. He gave you no time to comply. He slid into your mouth with a rough thrust. You moaned against his throat, and he let out a low groan. The taste of his and your cum filled your mouth.

"I don't think you're going to last long, darling," Zemo said with a wicked glint in his eye. His finger brushed against your clit. "If you would stop fighting it, you would be on your third and not second one now." He gave a disappointed sigh. "But alas, you are too stubborn. Such a shame."

He leaned forward and thrust deeper into you. You let out a pathetic cry against Bruce's cock. Your clenched your bound hands into fists. The muffled words that came out of your mouth were 'Don't stop.' For once, you were grateful they wouldn't leave your mouth alone.

"So close," Zemo whispered. "Just let go."

You hated that you listened, but you could not help yourself. You let go and came again with a more intense wave of pleasure. Zemo leaned back with a smirk and continued his thrusts as you came. Your eyes widened, but all you could see was white. All you could feel was the two cocks thrusting into you.

You lay still in the aftermath of your orgasm in confusion and shame. The pleasure was still building. You loved it and wanted it to stop all at once. Zemo finally finished inside you with a growl. Bruce followed soon after, commanding you in a sharp voice to swallow.

Even after all this, you had a sinking feeling it was only the beginning.

#darkcrossoverchallenge #dark!zemo #dark!bruce wayne #dark!zemoxreader #dark!bruce wayne x reader #dark!fic #dark!mcu #daisy writes

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basementwiveswritingchallenge · 3 years

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Basement Wives Writing Challenge

It’s everyone’s new favourite trope: basement wife. We want to see your take on it, from soft!dark to pitch black, come join your fellow sister wives in our commune.

Brought to you by@angrythingstarlight @sweetlyscared @river-soul and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

What’s a basement wife?

A wife kept in one’s basement to meet all the needs of whoever put them there. They can either be married in spirit or in contract and often, the arrangement is not by choice. (Also, it doesn't have to be basement if you'd rather an attic, we encourage creativity.)

What’s the challenge?

It’s not really a challenge, more having some fun. We have some prompts below and you can use one or more in a single piece, write each as a part of a series, mix and match, and you don’t need to claim any.

We are accepting MCU characters and MCU adjacent characters (meaning actors from the MCU in other roles). As well, we will accept DC characters too!

All you need to do, is tag #basementwife, link this post, and attach the proper warnings to your drabble/fic/whatever. No incest, no underage, no bestiality. Fics will be kept on a collective masterlist on this blog but will be shared also on the respective pages of admins.

Below the cut, you will find a variety of prompts. You DO NOT need to choose one from each, we simply wanted to offer lots of choices to inspire ideas! You also don't need to claim a prompt :) and this is an open challenge so there is no due date!

Prompts:

Scenes:

Married at first sight

First night

Bath time

Punishment

Attempted escape

Apology

Date night

Gift giving

Telling a secret

A special meal

Surprise! You’re pregnant.

Hide and Seek

Dialogue:

“What else could you want but me, sweetie?”

“Forgiveness is easy if you know how to say sorry.”

“Please don’t leave me down here.”

“I have a surprise!”

“You think anyone can hear you down here?”

“I chose you. You’re special.”

“Good girls don’t cry.”

“You had nothing before me. You were nothing.”

“Put this on.”

“You can tell me the truth or I can get it out of you.”

“I got something sweet for you, doll.”

“You think you can be happy without me? Show me then.”

“I’m not asking anymore.”

“Haven’t I been good to you?”

“You look good in white.”

“A whole year, can you believe it?”

“You don’t wanna talk? Fine.”

“What did I say about touching?”

“I wasn’t mad before, sweetheart, but now you’ve gone and done it.”

“Tell me you love me. Tell me!”

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

"If you don't want me, why are you so wet?"

“I’m sorry [term of endearment], but you need to learn.”

"You said you wanted company? Why don't you make our guest feel at home?"

"Shh [term of endearment] you're safe now."

“I did it all for you!”

“Don’t give me that look.”

“Beg for me.”

“Now we have all the time in the world to get to know each other.”

“Trust me, it could be worse, darling.”

Situations:

Using a plastic spoon to defend yourself

Getting your bed taken away and earning it back

Smiling for the camera

A sensual massage after a long day

Earning a trip outside the basement

Playing a game of cards with a naughty twist

Having fun with icing

Stroll through the woods

Tournament

The other room (the only place worse than the basement)

Miscellaneous Prompts (kinks, trope, AUS):

Cult AU

Sister Wives

Handmaid’s Tale AU

Mafia AU

Voyeurism kink

Knife kink

Role-playing

Primal kink

Bomb shelter

Apocalypse AU

Cage/Collar

Praise/Punishment

List of rules

Breeding kink

Dark web

1950s Suburbia

Cabin in the Woods

Conditioning/Brainwashing

Serial Killer AU

Bondage

Image Prompts (link)

#writing challenge #basement wife #basementwife #writing #mcu #dark fics #fics #open challenge

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infernal-fire · 3 years

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Just The Benefits (1/2)

Pairings: dark!Steve x you

Warnings: smut, slight overstimulation, dark!Steve, dark!Nomad!Steve

Later in the series: noncon, breeding kink, slight degradation kink, slight praise kink, mentioned dark!Tony, dark!Bucky

Please do not interact with this blog if you are under 18. Your media consumption is your responsibility.

Summary: Y/N wanted the benefits and nothing more. That was the agreement… right? Steve decides it’s not enough.

Word Count: 1600

A/N: This is my first ever fic! I’m really hoping you’ll enjoy this but I also appreciate all feedback <3 I’m planning a second instalment for the fic, which will be longer than this one. I’m out here pretending like someone is going to read this.

Nomad!Steve is the most attractive Steve and you can talk to a wall if you disagree.

(This GIF does not belong to me)

It was convenient. The idea of no strings attached was that it was always supposed to be easy and mutually beneficial. You were enjoying the life of an Avenger and there’s no need to add anything to the mix.

That’s how you found yourself under Steve’s mercy every week. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel anything for him but right now, all you could think about was making sure you didn’t tap out from his girth.

You were bent over his king-size bed, stuffed full of his cock. He cooed praises into your ears and took on a languid pace. He pressed your head down with one arm, wiping your tears on the sheets, wrapping the other around your waist. His cock was moving in and out of you like a piston, making a squelching noise that your loud moaning drowned out.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to speed up” he moaned, and you whimpered in response. His speed had you lurching forward on every thrust, the room reverberating with the sound of skin slapping.

His cock repeatedly battered your cervix, which was becoming more sensitive by the second. You cried out as your eyes crossed and your muscles went limp, the crashing waves of your orgasm possessing you.

“That’s it, baby, cream my cock. I’m so close.” his grunts filled your ears as he leaned over you. The hand that was holding your head made its way to your neck and he pulled you up flush against him while the other hand began toying with your engorged clit. You were full-on crying from the overstimulation now; he hadn’t slowed down since you came. You were on your tippy-toes, trying to alleviate the pressure on your abused cunt.

After a few more thrusts, he pushed in one last time and squeezed your body before giving you some experimental thrusts. He pulled out and held your almost-passed-out frame by the hips and lifted you onto the bed.

“Jesus Y/N was I too rough?” You weakly shook your head as you closed your eyes and held his hand. He tucked you into his sheets, tossed the condom across the room and rounded the bed, settling beside you.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” you mumbled.

He paused as if he were pondering what he was going to say. In reality, he began taking in your naked, tired form that looked unreal yet ethereal on his bed. With your back to Steve, you had no idea he was feasting on the sight in front of him.

“What is it?” the slight raspiness of your voice alluded to your exhaustion.

“I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore.”

You turned around to face him and propped yourself up on your elbow. The surprise of his statement was overriding your body’s pleas to sleep.

“Did I… do something?” You were honestly unsure of what to say.

He paused again. “It’s not enough for me. I know we came into this saying no strings attached but I care way too much for you.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. Steve took your silence as a cue to continue.

“I think I love you. No, I-I know I love you. I want the whole thing with you, not just sex. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay with just sex. You know, I had feelings for you before you agreed to this. I had a feeling you might not say yes to a serious relationship so I proposed this arrangement.”

His speech initially started with uncertainty but as he spoke, he became sure of himself. He was sure you would agree. You two were perfect together and there was no denying it in Steve’s mind.

You got out of bed and began rummaging through the clothes strewn on the ground.

“I cannot believe you asked me to do this with your feelings involved. That was very manipulative and…” you trailed off. Did you want this? No. He messed with you. You affirmed it to yourself and picked up the rest of your clothes. “You were manipulative and this isn’t going to happen anymore. I told you I didn’t want a relationship to cloud my judgement with my missions.”

“Where are you going?” he began getting out bed, panic slightly evident in his voice.

You weren’t going to cry. But you were slightly hurt that he had a hidden agenda and that you were too stupid to not notice it. You turned to leave before he gripped your forearm.

“I know you’re angry, but you want this too.” He towered over you. The unexpected calm in his voice was unsettling.

“You’re scaring me, please let go.” He let you break out of his hold.

“FRIDAY, lock my doors and don’t open unless I say so,” he commanded.

He was beginning to chip at your resolve but you were determined to not show it. You glared at him again instead.

“FRIDAY, contact Tony and tell him Cap locked me in his room.”

He stared at you and stared back. Under the façade of toughness, you were crumbling and scared out of your mind. You didn’t want to stay and find out why he locked the door. What could he do when the entire team would question your whereabouts the next day?

The seconds stretched on before he finally spoke again. “You’re making a mistake. You want this.”

“Tony has overridden your request, Steve. Y/N, the door is now unlocked.” FRIDAY called out.

You turned and speed-walked out of the room, not turning back to look at Steve who was now lowly chuckling to himself.

He wondered if you really thought this was the end of this conversation.

You turned to your missions to help you cope with the loss of one of your best friendships. You give men a little bit of space in your life and they think you owe them the world. Worst of all, you should’ve seen this coming. Little touches, smiles that always reached his eyes and hugs that lasted a little longer they should. Not mentioning walking you to your room after training, making your breakfast and taking special care of you after a particularly difficult mission. You were truly a fool for not realizing it sooner.

Everyone is scared of something, even the Avengers. For you, it was this new side of Steve. You weren’t even sure how to act around him anymore. The relationship was on the low and not many people knew about it; Bucky knew for sure, and now, Tony must have an idea as well. Tony didn’t ask you why Cap locked you in your room. That should have been the first red flag that your teammates weren’t on your side.

You proceeded as if things were normal around Steve and he did too. There was no reason not to, right? He just acted out because of the rejection, you thought to yourself.

All the Avengers sitting down for dinner was a rare occurrence, but this particular Friday, there was a crowd in the dining room of the compound.

You were happy today. Your paperwork had been a breeze and you had a good weekend planned for yourself. Around the table, Tony, Rhodey, Thor were bickering, Clint and Nat were silently observing while Steve and Bucky were engrossed in a private conversation of their own.

“After dinner, we should play a game” Sam piped up through a mouthful. Clint snickered to himself and Sam continued.

“I’m serious, we should play truth or dare… something like that. I barely know anything about you guys, minus things like your favourite way to take a target out.”

“I think it should stay that way” Nat slightly grinned and continued eating.

“Honestly, I agree, I feel like I know nothing about you guys,” you commented, wiping your mouth and clearing your empty plate. Tony grabbed it for you and made his way to the sink. “I wasn’t aware that we were in high school. But tell you what; hide and seek would be interesting with this crowd.” Tony contemplated before finishing his thought: “Barnes and Romanoff should try to find us. That would be a kicker.”

“That sounds a lot better than truth or dare. I’m game” Nat said before getting and stretching. Bucky quietly chuckled and everyone began to clean up the table.

“So this is really happening?” Rhodey laughed as everyone made their way to the living room.

Bucky and Nat stood in front of everyone and negotiated rules. You smiled to yourself, thinking about how blessed you were to be a part of something so amazing.

“Okay then, 5 minutes to hide and 30 minutes to be found. If you’re found you have to do their paperwork for a week.” Clint finalized and everyone nodded.

“Alright, off you go,” Nat said before settling into a couch, observing everyone that scrambled off.

Thor looked lost, unsure where to go. He rarely stayed at the compound. You pointed him in the direction of the gym before racing past and making your way to your spot. There was a supply closet that you had a feeling Nat wouldn’t bother checking. Bucky knew of it, but you had a back-up escape route in mind if he decided to look there. You got to the closet and silently slipped in before sliding the door closed and settling into the corner. After a few minutes, you heard light footsteps that became louder. It hadn’t been 5 minutes yet. Whoever was coming to your spot, you were prepared to tell them to buzz off before the closet door opened to reveal Steve.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him.

Part 2

Masterlist

Tagging some people I want to be friends with 🥺

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