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[donutloverxo]

On the run

Authors note - this is a series of closly related one shots hence tagged as soft!reader. This is for Ambers challenge! Hope you like it! This is like there was only one room instead of there was only one bed.

Please do not steal or repost my works on any other site. Reblogs are welcome.

Run through - You have to go on the run with your husband and share a room with Bucky.

Warnings - smut, daddy kink, voyeurism (fucking right next to Bucky lol), cockwarming, angst

Pairing - Steve Rogers x soft!reader

Word count - 3.3k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You paced back and forth in your living room. It wasn’t exactly yours but it had been your home for the past four years. Your floor to ceiling windows gave you an extensive and broad view of new York City. You were on the highest floor of the tower, it made the huge city seem so city. Usually the lights soothed you whenever you were anxious. But you weren’t sure if you had ever been so scared. Scared for your husbands life, scared for your future.

Steve had broke the law. Your Steve, the Captain America. It was so ironic. He was declared a terrorist and a wanted man. You felt as if this was a fever dream. Never in a million years did you think something like this would happen.

From what you knew Steve refused to sign the accords. Which you understood, he had his reasons and they were completely valid. You hoped the team would work it out amongst themselves and come to a compromise somehow. But from the looks of it, that will never happen. No one really asked for your opinion. Even if you were like family to them, at the end of the day you were a simple accountant turned stay at home wife. A job you had to give up to be with your Steve. When it got too dangerous for you to go out in the world. You hoped maybe just maybe, Steve would do the same for you. He talked of retiring, becoming a high school professor or working on his art. And like an idiot you let yourself indulge in that fantasy and got sweeped away.

Your life wasn’t bad by any means, in fact it was too perfect. Your friends were often envious of your perfect marriage and your dutiful husband. But you wanted more for Steve. You wanted him to slow down a bit, enjoy life, to not wake up screaming in the middle of the night in a pool of his own sweat and tears. You loved all of him, but you loved him the most when he was happy. Being an Avenger took a huge toll on him. You just wanted him to be happy.

You were being ‘escorted’ to the interrogation room. You had only been there once, to see Steve. You never thought you would be the one being interrogated.

You couldn’t help but feel resentful. You were in this grey room, under the harsh fluorescent lights, being asked all sort of intrusive questions as if you were a criminal, because of him. You gave up everything for him. You completely gave yourself to him. You didn’t have much left.

“Are you sure?” The man in the black suit asked again.

“Yes I’m sure! I think I would remember if my husband contacted me” you snapped.

“Alright. Please calm down ma'am” He said and you rolled your eyes at his patronising tone “You can leave for now but you’re not allowed to leave the premises. Let us know as soon as Rogers contacts you. If you don’t you will be an accomplice to his crimes”

His words echoed in your head on the way to ‘your' apartment. You sat back on your couch ready to drown your worries and your sorrows in some wine. The portrait Steve painted of you in a short white sundress, playing with some birds like a Disney Princess, hung on your wall almost taunting you. It was all superficial wasn’t it?

All the gifts he gave you, all the sketches he made of you. Every time he held the door open for you or tenderly made love to you, looking into your eyes and staring deep into your soul. Did all of that really matter? If he didn’t consider you or your relationship while doing something as brash as – you didn’t even know what he did. His duty won over his love for you. It always would.

You should’ve known. Your mother warned you. Told you you’re not the kind of person that would be fine with being the second or even fifth priority. Too possessive, too loving. People like you only ever get their hearts broken.

What did the future hold for you? You knew Steve, or at least you thought you did. You knew he wouldn’t help a war criminal. A terrorist. Sure said terrorist was Steve’s friend, but Steve was the kind of person that held others accountable. But at the end of the day Steve was just a human and a softie. You could see him being so loyal and going till the end of the line for his buddy.

You hummed as you felt a hand caressing your cheek. The feeling of his calloused fingers felt so familiar. It was a nice dream, an escape from this dystopian reality. You’d like to live in it forever but then your eyes snapped open as you heard him call out your name.

You sat up quickly sat up straight “Steve” you blurted out as you looked at your husband. In a dark blue, red, and white which was dirty enough to be black, suit. His short blond hair a bit frizzy, his left cheek blue and purple, unlike the neat and tidy look he usually sports. You looked into his eyes, which looked so tired and exhausted.

“We have to get out of here right now” He said gravely. But then his face softened. “It’s not safe here for you doll. I can’t leave you here, where I won’t be able to protect you” he said cupping your face with his hands.

You should have asked him a million questions. If what they were saying was true. Did he really help a terrorist? Attack his friends, whom you considered your family. But you didn’t. You simply crashed your lips upon his, taking his breathe away. It was soft, sweet but needy. Just like most of your reunion kisses. “I’ll follow you anywhere Steve” You said pulling away and looking into his sky blue eyes.

He gave your forehead a soft kiss before pulling you up. Telling you to collect your things as quickly as you can. You changed into a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, packing a few more t-shirts and pants.

“Hurry up doll we don’t have long” he urged you.

You made your way out of the apartment. You were walking to the elevator thinking you would be going down on it. “No, y/n we have to take the stairs. Come on” he took your hand.

He lead you to the emergency exit, one you didn’t even know existed. He was always good at reading and remembering maps. You smiled thinking of the time he easily got you both out of a very complicated Halloween maze.

“Steve why are we going upstairs?” You asked panting and trying your best to keep up with his face. You weren’t blessed with the super serum, you weren’t a huge fan of working out either.

“We have to take the jet and leave the country” He said rubbing your back. After a few seconds he hauled you over his shoulder “Hold on” He said sprinting up the stairs.

“Wouldn’t they notice us leaving in a literal quinjet?” You asked “What happens if you get caught Steve? What will they do to you?”

“Don’t worry about that right now” You wanted to laugh. Not worry? You were literally fleeing the country. How could you not worry.

You finally made it to the terrace, shivering in Steves hold against the chilly air Steve set you down in the jet. Before working on the kinks to get it started.

Surprisingly you made it out without anyone following you but you held your breathe. Not letting your guard down until you knew you were completely safe. As soon as you were in the air Steve put the jet on stealth mode. Finally letting his back rest against his chair and letting out a deep sigh.

“Steve” you couldn’t help the quiver in your voice trying your best to hold in your tears. “what is going on? Is it true? What they were saying?”

“What were they saying?” he said quirking a brow at you.

“That you helped a terrorist and you’re like a... war criminal now” you struggled to get the words out. Uncomfortable to even think such a thing could happen.

“You really think I could do something like that” He rested his elbows on the arms of his seat staring you down.

“I don’t. That’s why I’m here. But I have a right to know what happened”

His brows remained furrowed, as if he didn’t believe you. You had no idea how he managed to turn the whole conversation around and put you on the spot. “It’s Bucky” He said, his hard face softening.

Bucky, his best friend. Steve had carried the guilt of his death on his shoulders for years. Which only got worse when he found out that Bucky was indeed alive, being used as a weapon by hydra. “They tried to frame him. He didn’t do anything wrong. He’s been suffering for years”

You briskly got up from your seat as you saw the tears escape his eyes. You were selfish. Only caring about how this whole ordeal was affecting you. You couldn’t even imagine what Steve must have gone through. You sat on his lap, hugging him close to you as he held onto you so tightly, as if you would disappear if he didn’t. “Promise me you’ll never leave me” he choked out against the crook of your neck.

You ran your fingers through his hair lightly scratching his head with your nails, in the way you knew he liked. “I would never leave you Steve. I promise”

Over five hours later you made it to Moldova. A small country in eastern Europe. Steve hid the jet, saying he would need it later, since he had to come up with a plan to rescue your friends. Which would be much harder than rescuing you, they were in a maximum security prison, in the middle of a freaking ocean.

You tried your best to not think about that when you were on your way to a motel. You were nervous to meet Bucky, who Steve said would be there with you. You had never met any of Steve’s family. Since well they were dead. Back when you started dating he wasn’t really friends with his coworkers, so you never really received ‘the shovel talk' from them.

This was nerve wracking. What if he thought you weren’t worthy of Steve? Bucky was the only link to Steve’s past, his oldest friend, surely his opinion would mean the world to Steve.

“Hey it’ll be okay” Steve said squeezing your thigh from the drivers seat, something he liked to do whenever you both drove together. “I would never let anything happen to you. You know that right?” He looked at you before looking back at the icy roads.

“It’s not that. I know you’ll keep me safe Stevie. If nothing else I believe in that” You said as he gave you a small smile “this is all just overwhelming you know? I mean would we ever get to go back?” You asked although you knew neither of you knew the answer. “and then there’s Bucky”

“What about Bucky?” he asked.

“What if... he doesn’t like me? I know it’s silly!” You whined before he could make a snarky comment “We have other things to worry about and whatever but I want to make a good impression. Is there something I should remember not to do? Or to do?” You scrunched your nose at your strange question and this stranger reality. Where you get to meet your husbands best friend at the worst timing.

“Uh...” He contemplated your words for a minute “Well don’t hug him. I know you like to do that” he let out a laugh at just how sweet and likeable you are and how Bucky would love you the second he lays his eyes on you “Don’t worry sweetheart. Bucky’s the last thing you have to worry about. You wouldn’t have to even try to get him to like you”

You finally parked at the motel. Ever the gentleman, Steve held the door open for you holding your hand as you made your way up the shaky stairs. Steve knocked three times on the door before the tall brunette whom you recognised as Bucky from all his old pictures opened the door. He let you both in. You took off your coat the room wasn’t as warm as you’d like but it was definitely better than the harsh cold outside.

You watched as Steve embraced Bucky in a hug asking him how he was doing. You tried not to let your gaze linger too long on him, but you couldn’t help but admire him. He was a few inches shorter than Steve, but he had the same alert soldiery stance as Steve and the similar Brooklyn accent. Not to mention he was one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen. He definitely looked more aged and somehow different than in the photos.

Steve introduced you “This is my wife” He said and Bucky gave you a small smile.

“This punk couldn’t stop talking about you” He said grabbing Steve by the back of his neck.

You were happy to see that even if they both had changed over time, their friendship and bond remained the same. “Good things I hope” You playfully squint your eyes at Steve.

“I’d never say anything bad about you doll” He walked towards you kissing your forehead and putting the backpack you packed on the bed. “You must be tired, you wanna go to bed?” He sat down on the bed cracking his neck, the stress of the last few days getting to him.

You finally had a chance to look around the room. It was what you’d expect from a shady motel. White floors which were now almost yellow, torn wallpaper and an old television. But then you looked at the twin beds. Looks like you’ll have to share one with Steve. You hoped he would be able to get proper sleep, with how tired he looked he really needed it. “I’m tired?” you teased him.

After freshening up and changing into your night clothes, you settled on the bed, sighing in relief as your sore back touched the hard mattress. Out of the corner of your eye you caught a glimpse of Bucky settling in on his bed beside you and his metal hand peeking out of his long sleeved shirt. You wondered what it looked it, did it hurt him? How was he able to move it so naturally as if it’s a part of his body? You really had to bite your tongue to not let your curiosity get the best of you.

“This will have to do for tonight sweetheart” Steve said spooning you from behind and pulling you into him. You sighed out as you felt his bare and warm chest through your tank top. You wouldn’t have to worry about being chilly. Bucky turned to lay on his side away from the both of you.

You hummed as Steve snaked a hand past your tank top and resting it on your soft tummy. Drawing small random patterns on it. Bucky turned off the lights, it wasn’t completely dark, there was plenty of moonlight coming through the window. You insisted on helping Steve out of his steath suit, so you could check in on his wounds and treat them, it was a post mission ritual for you both. But Steve refused to let you in as he changed in the bathroom alone. You feared that his wounds were worse than he was letting on.

“I missed you princess” he whispered in your hair, snapping out of your thoughts. “did you miss me?”

Bucky was snoring and seemed to be in a deep slumber but just to be safe you kept your voice low “I did” You said wiggling your ass against his crotch. You weren’t surprised to find his pretty hard erection there.

“Yeah?” He smirked ghosting his fingers at the elastic of your shorts “how much” before he could dip his fingers your hands stopped him

“Not now” you whispered harshly “Bucky is sleeping right there” you scolded. How he could even think about sex right now you had no idea. You would be mortified if you Bucky woke up to find you both in the middle of it.

“We’ll just be quiet” He said slipping his fingers past your shorts and panties and between your thighs. You wanted to stop him. You really did. But you realised just how much you missed him when he brushed his fingers against your warm folds.

“I can’t be quiet! You know that” You whined as he dipped his finger in your heat. You had no idea what had gotten into him. He loved making you moan, scream and cry. Did he want Bucky to hear you both make love? Steve was more perverted than he let on but this was something even you didn’t know.

“You will try for me won’t you?” He rolled your clit between his fingers and kissed your temple to sooth your thrashing “don’t you wanna be a good girl for me? Hm?” he asked driving three of his fingers inside of you to warm you up.

You should be embarrassed at the sinful noises that your cunt was making, you could hear them clearly since you had to be quiet. But you weren’t. In the moment you just needed to cum. “I wanna cum daddy please” Your voice muffled against the pillow you had pushed your face into to drown out your moans.

“Then cum doll” he said thrusting his fingers into you with purpose.

“I wanna cum on your cock daddy” He groaned at that.

Pulling his fingers out of you. He pulled your panties and your shorts down, bringing the blankets up to your neck “You comfy princess?” You nodded. He pulled his cock out of his sweats nudging it between your buttcheeks. He pulled your bare leg placing it over his hip and holding it there as he slowly pushed into you. He pushed his other hand under you to hold onto and fondle your breasts.

In any other situation this position would be uncomfortable but right now you felt as warm and safe to be surrounded by him. You didn’t feel the need to cum anymore, content with the warmth and the weight of his cock inside you. His steady breathing and heart beat lulling you to sleep.

He didn’t like that. He snapped his hips and pushed his cock deeper inside you. “Don’t fall asleep on me now princess” He warned as he slowly fucked into you.

You dug your nails into his hand which was squeezing your breast as you tried your best to contain your moans. You let out a mewl as Steve stroked your clit while making slow love to you. You were tipped over the edge, cuming hard around his cock and on his fingers.

“Shit” He said as the pace of his thrusts increased “you’re so tight doll. So snug” He bit your ear to keep from groaning out loud. He was about to pull out of you, to clean you up with a washcloth. He wouldn’t trust the towels the hotels provided but he did see you pack a couple, he could use those.

But you tightened the grip of your leg on his hip, forcing him to stay in place. You looked over your shoulder and he could barely make out your pout in the dim light “Stay inside please. Keep me warm” You requested. He had never been good at saying no to you.

So he pecked your lips and chose to forget about the myriad of problems facing him and all of you. At least for now.

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[ghostofskywalker]

How to Get Kicked Out of a Planned Community: A Guidebook By Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers/Reader

Words: 5,110

Written for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork‘s writing challenge, and i also threw in another prompt from @buckys-other-punk‘s writing challenge :) hope you both like this!!

The story title was changed so it’s not going to be the same on some reblogs

Prompts: "So...what do we do now?" and "if I die, I'm haunting you first" 

Summary: An undercover mission has you and Steve posing as newlyweds in a seemingly perfect neighborhood, but the manicured lawns and pristine houses are also home to secrets and lies.

Steve Rogers Masterlist

You found out about the mission because Tony was knocking on your door at six o'clock in the morning, which you did not appreciate. He barely allowed you to wake up before he was herding you off to a briefing room and dropping a file in front of you. "What's all this for?" you asked tiredly.

"You're going on a mission," he said, without further elaboration.

"Am I going by myself?"

"No."

"Then who else is going?"

"He'll be here in a few minutes."

"Tony, I swear to god if this is some impossible task I'm going to kill you. And if I die, I'm haunting you first."

"What's this about haunting?" The door swung open and Steve walked into the briefing room, looking more awake than you felt and holding a cup of coffee.  

"Tony woke me up at the crack of dawn to tell me that I'm going on a mission but I can tell he's hiding something," you said as Steve sat down.  

"You too?" Steve asked, smiling. "I just got a message to come down here, I don't know what's going on."

"Fine, do I have to spoon-feed both of you?" Tony asked jokingly. "Here's the deal: there's a wealthy neighborhood about half hour from here that's come under some suspicion lately. Within the last year and a half, three couples have gone missing, the latest about a month and a half ago. But about six months before that, there was a double murder. Both the husband and wife were shot point blank in their sleep, and the killer never found."

"Why are we investigating?" you asked. "It doesn't seem like something that would be our jurisdiction."

"Two reasons," Tony said, passing you another file from across the table. You opened it, flipping through newspaper cut outs of the incidents. "One, is the fact that all the couples were living on the same street, and the house with the murder? It was also was the site of the latest disappearance. The second reason is that there's been some buzz about whether or not this is HYDRA's doing. And since SHIELD is no longer an organization, we have to pick up some of the slack. Even if it's not HYDRA, the local police department have gone nowhere with it, so we have to do everything I guess."

"Tony, if you are going to try and tell me that the one house is haunted I'm going back to bed."

"Do you think I would say such a thing?" You raised your eyebrows at him in response. "Okay, okay, it's not haunted. You and Capsicle here are going undercover in the neighborhood, to try and see if you can get the inside view of things. Neighborhoods like these are often territorial and secretive, so they won't tell you anything unless they think you're one of them."

"Undercover?" you asked. "As what?"

"Newlyweds," Steve cut in, reading from the file.  "Steven and Y/N Jones, to be exact."

"Yep!" Tony said, sliding a box across the table to both you and Steve. You opened yours to reveal a beautiful set of wedding rings, and the reality of the mission ahead started to set in.

"Let me see that file," you said, and Steve passed it to you. "We're staying in the murder house?"

"Is that a problem?" Tony asked. "You're the one who won't believe it's haunted."

"Well at least we'll be able to look for evidence," you said with a sigh.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun!" Steve laughed, shooting you a grin.

You rolled your eyes at him in response. "I guess we have to get ready to go now, don't we?"

***

You were in your room packing up your clothes when there was a knock at the door. Thinking it was Steve or Tony with more details about the mission, you called out "It's open!"

"So I hear you're shipping out on a mission," Sam said as he walked in.  "And you get to play house with Steve."

"Shut up about that!" you said, balling up a t-shirt and throwing it at him.  "It wasn't my decision to go undercover as newlyweds!"

"Yeah, but you're not complaining about it!"

"Sam, I swear-"

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel Y/N? You're mission partners and practically best friends, I really don't think your relationship would change that much if you were to get together. And then maybe you wouldn't be so pent up all the-"

You threw another shirt at him for that. "Sam Wilson, I will not hesitate to hit you where it hurts!"

"I'm just saying, I think he feels the same way about you, maybe this mission will force you both to confront how you feel and admit your attraction to each other."

"Sam, I've told you this before, I have seen no evidence that Steve likes me in any way that isn't platonic."

"If something happens on this mission, I'll be there to say 'I told you so,'" he said, smiling at you.

You balled up another shirt to throw at him, but he held his hands up in the air and left the room. Alone once again, you tried not to think about what he had said about Steve.

***

Steve had barely pulled the car into the driveway of the house when you spotted a couple making their way towards you, big smiles plastered on their faces.  You might have thought that the people in the neighborhood were just like that all the time, but the massive gift basket they were holding kind of gave away that they were going to want to talk to you. "You ready for this?" Steve asked before you got out of the car. The moving van had just pulled up, so hopefully you could use that as an excuse to keep the conversation short.

"As I'll ever be," you responded. "Let's go meet the neighbors."

You put on a bright smile as you got out of the car, and waved at the two people approaching. "Hi!" the woman said, as her husband held out the gift basket for you to take. "I'm Laura, and this is my husband Joe, we live next door. We're so excited to meet you!"

You introduced yourself and Steve, making sure to use your new last name, and you offered a few more pleasantries before gracefully exiting the conversation and waving Laura and Joe off. "I don't know about you, but all I want to do is unpack and take a nap," you said to Steve once the neighbors were out of earshot. "But I have a feeling that our doorbell will be ringing almost constantly for the first few days we're here, if the neighborhood really is as 'friendly' as Tony said it would be."

You met more neighbors as you brought in all your bags from the car, and many of them came bearing gifts. The rate it was going, you weren't going to run out of baked goods anytime soon. When you finally got everything that you needed from the car and the van, you closed the door and looked at the piles of boxes and bags that were laid out in disarray throughout the house. "I really don't want to unpack right now."

"So we don't have to," Steve said. "The house came partly furnished, so let's say we just order a pizza and flip through the channels."

"That sounds like an amazing idea."

Halfway through the quest for something to watch, Steve turned to you. "We should lay out a plan for tomorrow," he said. "Then we can work on getting the information we need about the missing couples and the murder victims."

"You're right," you said, putting your plate down and getting up. You grabbed the case file from the counter and returned to sit back on the couch. "Says here that the police questioned a few people who lived in the neighborhood, but they never came up with anything conclusive."

"Are any of the suspects people we already met?"

"Yeah, actually. It says that the police questioned Laura and Joe Miller and Kelly and Dan Bright after the double murder."

"Well Laura and Joe are our next door neighbors, but what about the other two? Was Kelly Bright pregnant or am I thinking of someone else?"

"No, we didn't meet the second couple" you said, shaking your head. "It was Dana who was pregnant, her and her husband dropped off the chocolate chip cookies."

"Why did the police question the people they did?"

"Well, it looks like Laura and Joe were questioned because they live next door, but report just had the other two marked as 'persons of interest.' We should probably keep a lookout for any suspicious activity. One of the neighbors mentioned that they have a big neighborhood barbecue when someone new moves in, and that pretty much everyone goes. Maybe we can use that to our advantage and get some information about the people who went missing there."

"Well hopefully they throw one for us."

"I'm going to go on a walk through the neighborhood tomorrow," you said. "If I see anyone, I'll offhandedly mention something about it."

Once the plan was pretty much set, you didn't do much else other than continue to flip through channels on the TV. Soon you were yawning and dozing off on the couch, and the next thing you knew, Steve was gently shaking you awake. "I"m awake!" you said, sitting up and stifling a yawn.

"I got the sheets from our bag and made the bed up for you," Steve said. "The house only has one bed frame, so I'll just stay on the couch."

"Steve, no," you said. "I'll sleep on the couch, it's fine, you take the bed."

"I'm not going to let you do that," he protested. "It's fine, don't worry about me."

"Why don't we just share the bed?" you asked out of the blue, surprising even yourself. "It was meant for two people anyway, and this way neither of us have to sleep on the couch."

"Are you sure Y/N?" Steve asked.

"Steve, it'll be easier for both of us if you don't argue," you said. "And besides, just in case we accidentally leave the blinds open in the living room, no one questions why one of us is sleeping on the couch when we're supposed to be sickeningly in love with each other."

Steve sighed, but finally agreed. This was just a mission, you kept telling yourself, this didn't mean anything. It was a strategic move. That didn't stop you from thinking about what it would be like to fall asleep in Steve's arms, rather than just laying with your back to him and feeling like you might as well be in separate rooms.

***

Steve was already awake when you woke up the next morning, so you the bed was empty.  To keep up appearances, it was decided that Steve would "go to the office" once or twice a week, which really meant he got to drive back to the compound and get some work done on other things. The neighbors already assumed that the two of you were wealthy, but if neither of you were to leave the house at all, it might be a little suspicious. He wasn't going to drive back to the compound for a few days, but there was a note on the counter saying that he went to the grocery store, so you decided to take a walk around the neighborhood.

Grabbing a water bottle, you stepped outside into the bright sunlight. You had barely gotten off your property when you heard your name, and you turned around to see Laura Miller waving at you. She was walking as well, and there was another woman there you didn't recognize.  You waved back and walked over to her. "Good morning!" you said brightly.

"Hi Y/N!" Laura chirped. "This is Clara, her and her husband live a couple houses down from us."

"It's nice to meet you," Clara said, holding out her hand for you to shake. "I would have stopped by yesterday,  but I figured you didn't need any more people bothering you when you were trying to unpack. We would have met you at the barbecue too, so we weren't too worried."

"That's right, every time we get a new member of the neighborhood, we have a big cookout over at our house," Laura said. "It gives everyone a chance to meet the new homeowners, and it's a chance for all of us to get together and have fun."

"Does it happen often?" you asked. "New people moving into the neighborhood?"

"Not too often, but more people have moved in within the past year," Laura said. "You have to let me know when you and your husband are free and we'll set up a date!"

"Of course!" you smiled. "And you let me know if you need anything and I'd be happy to help!"

You managed to break away from Laura and Clara and take your walk through the neighborhood, taking a look around to see if anything seemed suspicious. When you got back to the house, you saw the car back in the driveway.  "Steve?" you called as you opened the door.

"Y/N, in here!" he answered from the kitchen.  "Did you find anything out from your walk around the neighborhood?"

"Not really," you admitted. "I did speak to Laura though, she wants to know the best time to set up our 'welcome to the neighborhood' barbecue. Apparently her and her husband are the ones that host them. I did meet another woman on our street though, Clara. I don't think she said her last name though."

"That's nice," Steve said. "I didn't see anyone I recognized at the store, so hopefully we'll have more luck at this barbecue and after drinks people might let some of the neighborhood's secrets slip."

***

There were two things that the neighborhood barbecue wasn't short on, and they were food and gossip.  When you and Steve walked in with the cupcakes you had made the previous night, you could barely find a place to put them.  Joe and Laura's backyard was practically bursting with people, all of them talking and laughing among themselves. You and Steve exchanged a look and then split off to try and get some information.

Laura made her way over to you and took you on a tour, introducing you to all the neighbors you hadn't met before. It was tiring to try and remember all the names of those you hadn't met before, and the amount of times you had to talk about the weather with people made you want to just go home right there. When you finally had some time to yourself, you ended up talking to Clara, and you started to probe for information. "Everyone seems really nice so far."

"Yeah, everyone is. I really like this neighborhood, and part of it definitely has to do with the people," she said, smiling. "But it does wear off sometimes."

"Wear off?" Now you were getting somewhere. Hopefully Clara would tell you something that could point you in the direction of a suspect, or even the killer themselves.

"Yeah, everyone puts on a smiley face for each other, but there are people here who definitely don't like each other."

"Anyone in particular that comes to mind?" you asked.

"There aren't any ongoing feuds right now, but there have been," she answered. "The couple who lived in your house before you did, they were having an argument with the Brights."

"The couple who was murdered?"

"No, there was another owner between you and the murder victims. I'm not really sure what happened to them, I think they just up and left. But they wanted to put a tree in their front yard, and Dan Bright didn't want them to. Said it would 'ruin the view' of the neighborhood. And no one here really knows Kelly and Dan that well. I'm surprised they even showed up today honestly. They mostly just keep to themselves."

"Interesting," you said. The other couple who owned the house between you and the murder victims had actually been the latest ones to disappear, but it was odd that no one seemed to realize that they were officially marked as missing. "Do you think the couple that was murdered was killed by someone in the neighborhood?"

"I don't know," Clara said, shaking her head. "It happened at night so I guess it could have been a robbery gone bad, but at the same time I don't think I'd be surprised if it turned out that someone here killed them. As much as it may seem, this place definitely isn't perfect."

Other than your enlightening conversation with Clara, you didn't find out any other information at the barbecue, and you wouldn't know if Steve found anything out until you got home later and you could talk without the danger of people overhearing.  A little later, you were sitting with a group of neighbors in chairs around the fire pit.  Steve pulled up a chair close to you and handed you a bottle of water.  Laura smiled at you. "You know for newlyweds, you two aren't that lovey-dovey," she said.

Internally you started freaking out.  The reason that you and Steve weren't always all over each other was because you weren't actually together, but you didn't dare say that and blow your cover. Hopefully, your face didn't give away the pure terror that you were feeling.

"We were trying to be more considerate," Steve said, taking the attention away from you. "I know that PDA bothers some people."

"You don't have to worry about that!" Laura said, smiling. "You're newlyweds, it's understandable if you're all over each other at times."

A few more exchanges of conversation passed, but you didn't really know what was going on until you realized that they wanted you and Steve to kiss.  Steve was trying to gracefully back out, but you knew the neighbors weren't going to be satisfied until they got what they wanted. So you scooted your chair closer to him, grabbed his face, and planted a big kiss right on his lips. You heard the neighbors whoop in the background, but you weren't really focused on that.  You were too busy hoping that Steve understood that this was for the mission and that he didn't read too much into it.

You were pretty sure he got the premise of the kiss though, because he did kiss back. And damn was he a good kisser. When you broke apart, Steve had a tinge of blush on his face, but he didn't say anything else. Weirdly enough, the conversation had already changed topics and it felt like the neighbors barely even noticed.  You however, couldn't stop thinking about it.

When you finally got back to your house, you didn't want to address the kiss with Steve, but you knew you kind of had to. And you didn't know what to say to him to start that conversation. "I'm sorry," is what you ended up blurting out, and you cringed the second you said it.

"You're sorry about what?" Steve asked, confused.

"For kissing you, at the barbecue. I just got nervous and the neighbors weren't letting it go and-"

"Don't worry about it," he cut you off. "You did what you had to do to keep our cover, I'm not going to hold that against you."

"So you're not mad?"

"Mad? Of course not! We're friends Y/N, and we're mission partners. It was just something we had to do for this mission, I'm not going to read too much into it."

"Yeah, you're right," you said. "It was just for the mission."

But that didn't stop you from replaying the kiss over and over in your head until the minute you fell asleep.

***

The next morning, you woke up with a strange weight on your side.  Blinking your eyes open, you shifted slightly before realizing what it was. Steve's arm. And right now, he was fast asleep and spooning you. You froze, not knowing what to do. You didn't want to make things more awkward, especially after the kiss last night, but at the same time there was a part of you that was more than content with your current sleeping position.  You didn't have that much time to think though, because Steve shifted slightly and woke up. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Y/N," Steve said, immediately getting up off the bed.  "I must have rolled over in my sleep."

"Steve, it's okay," you said, even if your insides were currently screaming because of your crush on him. "It was an accident. And we've fallen asleep on the couch together how many times? It's really not that big of a deal."

"Yeah, you're right," he finally said. "Sorry."

Breakfast was mostly silent, until you started to talk about the case. "Did you find out anything from the neighbors at the barbecue yesterday?" you asked.

Steve shook his head. "Nothing important I'm afraid," he said. "The people I talked to weren't that forthcoming. Did you get anything?"

"Not as much as I would have liked, but I did find out some things," you said. "Apparently the couple who went missing right before we got here were having an argument with Dan Bright. They wanted to put a tree in their front yard, but Dan said it would ruin the neighborhood. And that Kelly and Dan don't really interact with the rest of the people living here, they kind of keep to themselves."

"I wonder if that's why the police questioned them," Steve said. "If the couple who was murdered was having a similar argument with them, it could be a motive."

"What do you think we should do about it?" you asked.

"I'm going to contact the locale police and ask them why they questioned Dan Bright and why the investigation never went anywhere," Steve said.  

"That's a good idea," you said. "I'll keep watch here and see if I can find anything else out."

You tried to get more information from the other neighbors, but either no one knew anything else or the entire neighborhood had sworn never to talk about the murder or the disappearances. You were laying on the couch when Steve walked in. "Did you get any information?" you asked.

"Some, but I'm not sure what to make of it," he said. "The police said that they were told that the couple who lived in the house before us, the ones that disappeared - they were planning on moving and had already set up a real estate agent."

"That's news to me," you said. "Because they were fighting with Dan Bright about putting a tree up in their yard, and that doesn't seem like something you do if you're planning to move."

"Do you think it could have something to do with property value?" Steve asked. "One thing I did learn yesterday is that there's an unofficial running competition between a few of the neighbors about who's house has the highest value. If they thought they could get more money from the house because of the tree, that could be a reason they were looking to put it in so close to them selling the house."

"Did you happen to hear who's house is worth the most?" you asked. "Because if it's Kelly and Dan Bright's house, then it definitely makes sense for them to be suspects."

"It's not them, apparently Laura and Joe have the highest property value right now," Steve said. "And there's another thing the cops told me - the reason that Kelly and Dan weren't investigated further was because they were out of town for both the murder and the night the other couple disappeared. They had train stubs and everything, there was no way they could have had anything to do with it."

"What you're saying is that we have no suspects anymore," you said. "So... what do we do now?"

"I'm not sure," Steve said. "If this has to do with property value, I don't see what we can do."

That's when you got an idea. "If the last two disappearances were over property value, doesn't that mean that someone wants the house?" you asked. "And I bet whoever it is would be really mad at us if we started not taking care of the house."

"I don't follow," Steve said.

"We know by now that this neighborhood is obsessed with how everything looks.  So if we didn't mow the lawn as often as we should, we left the garbage can on the curb a little too long, or we got one of those hideous plastic lawn flamingos, it might make them angry."

"Angry enough for them to try and come after us?"

"I guess we'll find out."

***

So you and Steve waited. You went out an bought ugly lawn decorations (including a pretty large plastic lawn flamingo), "accidentally" left the garage door open from time to time, let the grass in the front yard overgrow compared to the perfectly manicured lawns all around you, and sometimes parked the car on a slant in the driveway rather than the perfectly straight way all the other houses had it. But that wasn't really going to anger the murderer enough, so you had an idea to kick it up a notch. But Steve wasn't as easy to convince. "You want to basically invite ourselves to get murdered?"

"We'll be fine, we're avengers for pete's sake!" you said. "I'm just saying that if we leave the door cracked open a few nights it might prompt whoever it is to come inside and try to kill us. What we're doing isn't exactly lowering the long term property value, but another double murder will do it nicely."

"But isn't the competition about who has the highest property value?" Steve asked. "A low one isn't going to help us."

"Unless whoever killed that couple, and likely the other couple that 'disappeared' wanted the value of the house to go down not up, so they could buy it!" you said, eyes widening with realization. "Gruesome murders definitely make a place less marketable."

Finally, Steve agreed to basically offer yourselves up as bait, and the plan was set into motion. You would leave the door cracked ever-so-slightly at night.  And after about a week, the murderer finally took the bait. You were laying in bed with Steve when you heard the door creak open and faint footsteps on the floor. Steve heard them too, and you both quietly got out of bed and stood on opposite sides of the doorway, waiting for whoever it was to make their way up to your bedroom.

The door slowly creaked open, and you saw the flash of a gun and a tall shape, so you just reacted. Delivering a strong kick to the stomach, the figure doubled over and let out a deep groan.  Steve was able to grab the gun from him and you pulled your own gun from the nightstand next to your bed. Then the figure got up, and you saw who it really was. "Joe Miller?" you asked, completely dumbfounded.

Joe took a step closer to you, but you clicked the safety off on your gun and he stopped. "Why did you break into our house? Did you kill the other couples who lived here? The one that disappeared and the one that was shot?"

He said nothing, just continued to stare at you with a villainous look in his eye. "Alright, I've had enough," Steve said, knocking him over the head with his own gun and knocking him out. "I'm going to call the police, and then Tony.  We can finally get this case all wrapped up."

***

It turned out that Joe and Laura wanted to buy the house you were staying in so they could knock it down and basically double their property, but they didn't have enough money to buy it outright. But with a couple of gruesome murders and a disappearance in the house, the value would be reasonable enough for them to buy it. Joe confessed to killing both couples who lived there before you, and was convicted.  Laura was also convicted for conspiring with Joe.

After that, everything seemed to go back to normal. You moved back into the compound, and returned to your normal way of life. But there was something that you missed about being undercover, and it was the casual intimacy with Steve.  The time you woke up snuggled together, the casual touches that you did to convince the neighbors, the evening ritual of watching TV on the couch together, you missed that. And you didn't want to admit it, but your crush on Steve had gotten much worse.

It all came to a peak one night, when you were sitting in the kitchen at one in the morning, staring into space with a glass of water in front of you. You didn't hear Steve come in, but he turned the light on and tapped you on the shoulder. "You okay Y/N?" he asked.

"Are you?"

"Yeah, I was just getting some water," he said. "You're the one sitting here in the dark."

"Sorry," you said, shaking your head.  "I guess I'm just tired."

"Then why don't you go to bed?"

"I can't sleep," you said, getting up. "I don't know why, but I haven't been able to sleep that well since we got back from the mission. I'll get over it I guess."

You had barely taken a few steps towards the door when he appeared in front of you and blocked your path. Seconds later, his lips were on yours, no neighbors watching this time.

You immediately kissed him back, even if you weren't sure why he was kissing you. When you broke apart, you were panting slightly. "What was that for?"

"I think I know why you can't sleep," he said. "Because I haven't slept well either, not since you stopped sleeping beside me. And we danced around it before but I can't take this anymore, I'm in love with you Y/N. And I need you to know."

You were practically crying now. "I love you too," you managed to choke out.

So he kissed you again. "Come to bed with me," he said softly. "I need to be near you again."

"You don't even have to ask."

- the end -

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Merchant of Death

One-Shot

Description: Mob!Thanos is a collector of the most precious things in the world. But what happens when his eyes upon you?

Warning - Mentions of violence and beheading

Words- 5400~

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…

Nobody knew his real name. Nobody cared. Named after the Greek God of death himself, Thanos was modern day's omen of slaughter. Being the leader of one of the oldest mob families in New York, Thanos commanded a certain level of respect amongst his peers. It wasn't just that his heritage was daunting. His towering height, broad shoulders, vast expanse of muscled torso and legs were enough to intimidate even the toughest of the fighters. Always dressed in an impeccably crisp suit, his bald head, sharp eyes and a strong, set jaw easily gave the impression that he was the owner of a multi-billionaire corporation.

It wouldn't be wrong to call his drugs and weapons empire a well-oiled corporation. His 10 fingers were dipped in blood in multiple countries throughout the seven continents, yes even in Antarctica. 

Thanos was a well-known figure. Everybody knew who he was, knew what he did, but nobody, not even the law authorities, could ever connect him with any illegal activity, be it harbouring and selling of illegal guns and drugs, or smuggling goods to his centres across the globe.

For all his wrongdoings, Thanos did donate 10% of his revenue to the poor, the homeless, the downtrodden. Almost like a twisted version of Robinhood, where he ripped off the rich with highly priced drugs and paid a part of the amount to the poor.

For this reason, there were two sides of him which were portrayed in the media, those who earned his favour called him Messiah of the Poor, while the others who had witnessed his ire addressed him as the Merchant of Death. But in both the iterations, it had been made ample clear that nobody could make Thanos bleed.

That's why it came as a shock when the Chief of Police, Steve Rogers, had managed to shoot Thanos in an encounter. Looking at their leader fall to the ground, Thanos' men commenced their feral attack on the protectors of the law, driving them back. 

The bullet had pierced his left forearm, but hopefully hadn't made it far into his body, thanks to the bulletproof vest sewn into the jacket. 

His men rushed him to the nearest hospital as he put pressure on the wound. 

...

Being the night of 31st December, the ER was more crowded than usual, with drunk idiots involved in car accidents, accidental weapon discharges, or some even sustaining injuries by bursting fire crackers at a close range. 

You silently cursed yourself. Yeah saving lives was noble and all, but spending the entire New Year's Eve in the hospital, surrounded by blood and equally bloody cries of their families and friends really got on your nerves at times.

You steeled yourself as you entered the operation theatre (OT) for another surgery. This moron's druggie friend had shot him in the chest because he thought he was someone else. This would be a complicated surgery, as the bullet was deep inside the muscle, almost touching the heart. One miscalculation could result in more complications.

Halfway through the surgery, you heard a commotion outside the OT. Furrowing your head, you tried to concentrate, but the noise grew louder. You focused your mind on removing the bullet. As if choreographed, your instrument touched the bullet just as a gun was fired right outside your door. 

Your colleagues jumped, but you set your concentration on removing the piece of metal from this man's body. 

The doors to the OT were kicked open as a tall, thin man entered weilding a gun, asking for you. Your staff promptly pointed at your bent figure. 

You were still focused on extracting the bullet when the gun cocked next to your ear, "C'mon out Doctor, we need you to treat our boss," Maw commanded you.

Ignoring him, you carefully pulled the metal upwards, looking at the live scan feed on the screen for direction. 

"I don't think you heard me Doctor. Leave this man and come with me. Our boss needs you. I will not repeat myself," warned Maw, his venomous voice laced with concern for his boss.

You did not move.

When he pressed the gun to your forehead, your staff gasped in terror, but you refused to budge.

As soon as the damned bullet was out, you dropped it onto a tray along with your gloves, instructed your staff to stitch up the wound, and wordlessly looked at the greasy-haired Maw. 

He beckoned you to follow him into Thanos' room where he was being prepped for surgery. You saw Dr Yellowstone tending to him as you approached. "I am sorry Doctor, I told them that you were in a surgery but..." you brushed him off, asking to see the preliminary reports. Dr Yellowstone explained that the bullet wound wasn't deep, and that a simple surgery headed by him would have sufficed, but they were insistent to get you to do the surgery. 

"Of course," Maw's sickeningly smooth voice was back in your ear, "We wanted someone who's the best for our boss. And you are the best surgeon in the entire state, aren't you Doctor?" he asked with a sneer.

You continued to ignore him, coordinating with your staff. As Thanos was put in a wheelchair, Maw pulled out his gun again, cocking it near your forehead, "Our boss better be able to move that hand again miss, or tonight will be the last time you use both your hands."

That threat pushed you over the edge. All evening and night of dealing with insensitive jerks like this guy over here had finally made you snap. 

You turned towards him, looked at the barrel of his gun and slapped him right across his cheek. 

Whether it was the force of your slap, or the fact that your assault had been completely unexpected, nobody could tell, but Maw staggered backwards, his free hand resting on his long reddening cheek where you had struck him. 

Thanos jerked in attention at your action. His pain seemed forgotten as he looked at you. Your plump figure stood tall as you glared at Maw. 

"Put that gun away or there's more where that came from," you warned him spitefully. 

"Nurse, take him to the OT. Dr Yellowstone, coordinate with the blood bank, we might need extra blood. I will see to it that the anesthesia is ready to administer," you left the room after instructing your team. As if you were going to wait around to witness the reaction of Thanos's right-hand man.

In the OT, you saw Thanos' large figure laid on the bed. You approached him with the anesthesia, but he held your hand with his uninjured arm. "Don't," he spoke in his thick voice. "It will hurt. The pain might lead to further complications," you explained. "No. I want to feel your touch," he said simply.

You rolled your eyes and cringed on the inside.

As the surgery began, Thanos kept his dark eyes on you. Neither once did he wince with pain, or avert his gaze. Ignoring him, you set about to remove the bullet from his arm, a quick procedure. 

"Dr Yellowstone," you said from behind your mask, "stitch the wound and dress it."

"Where are you going?" Thanos asked you plainly, as if you both were sitting in a coffee shop. You ignored him and removed your gloves as Dr Yellowstone approached the patient. 

Thanos moved his arm, "No. You will not. She will," he nodded towards you. 

Audibly groaning, your assistant helped you in wearing a new pair of gloves.

Finally, with the wound stitched and dressed, you left the OT to tell Maw the good news.

…

3 hours after the surgery, Thanos looked at your file while resting on his bed. Compiled by Maw, this file had every detail of your life, no matter how minute. You had captured his attention unlike anything else, anyone else. He flipped through the pages, learning more about your family, friends, hobby, and profession. 

His member twitched when he saw your images from social media. Beneath the doctor's coat, you were plump, curvy and thick, just the way he liked his women. He paused, drinking in your appearance in a swimsuit. Placing a finger on your face, he slowly traced your outline, his finger respecting every bump, every bend till he reached your covered mound. He pressed it, as if hoping to see you react, but you kept on smiling in the image. 

Eyes heavy with sleep, he looked around his room. His quiet quarters screamed with opulence. Decorated with the world's most expensive marble, motifs covered in 24k gold, diamond chandelier and Persian rugs, his room paid homage to some of the priceless wonders of the planet. But looking at them now, Thanos realised that none held a candle next to you. 

As he settled in to sleep, he smirked. You would make a nice addition to his room.

…

A week later, Thanos surprised his men by driving himself to your hospital. He had taken an appointment, afterall, his wound needed to be checked.

He knocked on your cabin door, entering only when you said to. He smiled warmly at your startled expression, standing patiently next to the chairs across your desk. 

"Dione," he interrupted you, "Please call me Dione."

You gathered yourself quickly, "Mr Thanos I-"

He smiled cheekily, he knew he had struck at the right place, at the right time. Extending his arm, he reached out for your palm, holding it gently in his. "Please come in. You must be tired," he said, leading you into your own house. 

You squinted your eyes. You remembered reading the strange name on your list of appointments today. "What can I help you with Mr Dione?"

Thanos smiled. He liked the way his name rolled off your lips. "May I take a seat?" You nodded.

Thanos barely fit in the chair, his vast thighs almost bulging out from the sides of the chair. "I think my wound needs to be redressed."

"I thought Maw said he had the best doctors at your beck and call," you spat at him.

"I owe you an apology," he said slowly, "Maw's behaviour that night was appalling, to say the least. I have never hurt or intended to hurt healthcare workers. I regret his actions. Please accept my sincere apologies."

Thanos or Dione, surprised you for the second time that day. His acknowledgement of his staff's misbehaviour left you dumbfounded.

He cleared his throat, "As I was saying, I think my wound needs to be redressed." He turned to his side as much as he could, and displayed the bloodied bandage on his arm. 

You asked him to sit on the patient's examining bed in your office and unwrapped his bandage.

"Does it bleed everyday?" you asked.

"No, it started bleeding today. As soon as it did I thought I should visit you."

Thanos looked at you closely. He studied every contour of your face. His right hand fought the urge to cup your cheek and pull you closer to him.

You traced the wound on his left arm and straightened your back, fully aware of his intense gaze on you. 

"Mr Thanos…,"

"Mr Dione, please," he interrupted you.

"Mr Thanos," you asserted, "This wound has been reopened by a knife. And judging by the angle of the cut, I think it was you who did it," you stared at his eyes.

He whispered your name, "I just wanted to see you again."

"It's Dr (Y/N) for you," you spoke sharply, "I will fix this wound now. But if you inflict harm upon yourself again, then I will not be able to help you."

Thanos saw you grab your kit and come near him, "I think we got off on the wrong foot."

"I don't think there was any foot involved, Mr Thanos. The only things that were involved were a gun and my palm on Maw's cheek."

He chuckled softly at the memory. He loved the fire burning in your eyes. He wanted to see what would you look like burning up on his bed, riding waves of pleasure with him.

"Let me make it very clear, because people like you need to get everything spelled out for them," the venom dripping from your words brought his attention back to you, "I do not want to be involved with you Mr Thanos. I have no intention of being a mobster's trophy girlfriend. If you are really thankful for what I did, then you will leave me alone and never set a foot in this hospital again. Have I made myself clear?" you stared at his hungry eyes as you finished bandaging him.

Nobody on the entire planet, not even the President himself, dared to speak with Thanos in that tone. And here you were, staring him down as if he was worthless. It only made him hungrier, knowing that claiming you would be the sweetest reward he can give himself.

…

The rest of the week was thankfully uneventful for you. On Saturday night, you slowly climbed the stairs to your floor, feeling relieved. At least you had the whole of tomorrow to relax. 

Reaching your apartment, you found the door unlocked. You stepped backwards, deciding to call the police from your building's security office. 

Just then, your door swung open and a smiling Thanos cheerfully greeted you, "Welcome home doctor! Dinner is almost ready. Why don't you take a relaxing hot bath? I have already filled your tub with warm water."

After the exhausting week you had, you had never expected to find Thanos in your home, cooking dinner and preparing a bath. All you could do was stare at him with your mouth open, his black pants draping his thighs perfectly, the blue shirt hugging his muscled arms and torso as if second skin and to top it all, he was wearing your apron, the one with the cute pandas on it. The apron didn't even cover the distance between what you guessed were his nipples.  

"I am not Thanos. I am Dione," he voice sounded sincere, "You asked Thanos to leave you alone, not Dione."

You barely felt his touch as he held your palm, again astonished at how gentle this huge beast of a man can be. 

He locked the door behind you, took your purse and coat and knelt to untie your shoelaces. You jumped back at that gesture, finally coming to your senses. "What… what are you doing?" you managed to ask.

He looked up at you, "Wouldn't you be more comfortable if your shoes were removed?" 

"No."

"No?" Thanos asked.

"Yes, I mean no. No, I meant what…"

Thanos shook his head, amused as he reached down to untie your shoes, ignoring your protests. He got up slowly, his body a mere inch away from yours. He held your eyes with his as he reached behind your head, unclipping your hair. He stood mesmerized as your hair fell down your shoulders, his hand massaging the spot where they were bunched up on your scalp. 

You purred at his ministrations, your eyes suddenly widening as you heard the sound escape your lips. He let you move back as you held his gaze. Why did he have to be so goddamn attractive?! 

You closed your eyes. No he's a mobster. You cannot be involved with him. No. No. No. Control yourself.

After that evening, you saw Thanos, (or Dione, you didn't really care) everyday in your home. You saw him first thing in the morning as he cooked you a hearty breakfast, and the last person for the day when he made dinner and tucked you in your bed.

You opened your eyes. You can do this. "Thanos and Dione are the same person. I don't want to be involved with you. Leave. Right now," you half-heartedly snarled, reaching for the door. But he put a hand on the lock first, stopping you. 

"They aren't the same person. Thanos would never cook for anyone, even for himself. He wouldn't tolerate your disrespectful tone and arrogance. But I am. I want to-"

"Excuse me? Arrogance?" you cocked an eyebrow, "Do you realise the amount of shit I have had to go through after I operated on you? The FBI, CBI, Police and God knows what came pounding down my doors, accusing me of harbouring and aiding a criminal."

"I am well aware," he admitted tersely, "I have made sure that you will not be bothered again."

Your eyes widened as his words sunk in, "Did you kill them?" you whispered, your hands immediately flying to your mouth.

"I didn't," he stated.

A frown formed on your face as you tried to unpack his confession. "Did Thanos get them killed?" you asked with purpose.

Just then, the oven's timer chimed. "Ahh, dinner is ready. I made your favourite lasagna. There's also garlic bread and a cucumber mint salad. Do you still want to take a bath before dinner?" he asked casually as if he hadn't murdered a squad of officers. 

Sensing your hesitation, he came over to you, and stepped in your space, "Give me a chance," he urged, "I am not the monster they paint me to be. Allow me to show you who Dione is. Let me cherish you. I promise, as long as I am with you, I will not indulge in any criminal activity. Please. Give us a chance," he finished earnestly, taking both your palms in his hands.

You slowly raised your eyes to meet his, breathing in his luscious, musky scent. His hand caressed your cheek, weaving through your hair as he pulled you closer, delicately. His soft exhale on your lips weakened your knees. But he stopped. The handsome bastard was waiting for you to come closer. 

"I will walk a 1000 steps to reach you," he whispered quietly, "if you just take one towards me."

His other hand started a torturous journey up your arm, his touch feather light. His thumb slowly traced the outline of your bottom lip, coming to rest behind your head. 

For a second, you were lost in his ministrations. For a second, you wanted to give in to the stillness of the night. 

But a loud crash, and a woman's blood-curdling scream interrupted your peace. You jumped, looking in the direction of the noise. Thanos followed your gaze and smiled. He hummed with satisfaction, "Where were we?"

You shook out of his gentle grip and headed towards the direction of the commotion. As you peered down your window, you let out a scream. Down on the road, the body of a SWAT agent was sprawled on top of an indented car. It seemed as if he had fallen off the top of your neighbouring building. 

Coming up behind you, Thanos vowed, "I would never engage in illegal activities when I am with you. But Thanos will destroy the world if that's what it takes to protect you."

…

Breakfast in Milan, luncheons in Athens and late night hot chocolate in Paris was enough to sway even the most heartless of the human beings. But you were still on your toes, waiting for this dream to turn into an ugly nightmare. 

That wasn't all. He started buying you groceries, and even basic amenities like toothpaste and hairbrush. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head when you saw that he had even replenished your tampons.

For all his drawbacks, you couldn't ignore the fact that he never touched you without your consent. He treated you with respect, and cared for you as if you were made with glass. Some nights, when you came home unbelievably late, he was ready to massage your aching feet, while patiently listening to you rant about your day.

The time you spent with him almost felt domesticated. But you knew it was borrowed. Time went by and you started accompanying him on his trips as he refused to let you stay behind. You saw very little of Maw on these trips. Instead his other henchwoman, Proxima, was assigned to you. 

"What is holding you back?" he asked you one day, as he brought dinner to your room in Venice, overlooking the city. "I have expressed my love for you in as many ways as I could," his eyes roamed over your body, "I think I have managed to strike the perfect balance between Thanos and Dione. I have done good on my promise to make sure you never see the ugly side of my business. Then why do you still refuse to come to me?"

You looked at him with a frown, "What makes you think I do not see the ugly side of your business? Do you know the amount of drug overdose cases we get in a day?"

Thanos looked out the window, "All those people are aware of the ill-effects of drugs. If they still choose to take it, then how does that make me the villain? Somebody else will sell the drugs if I don't."

"Really? That's your justification? So you owe nothing to the people whose lives are destroyed by your drugs and guns? What about the poor? The young who are addicted to your substance?" you argued in an accusing tone.

"I donate 10% of my earnings to them. But I can't help everyone," he justified.

Thanos chewed in silence as he considered your words, "Will you give yourself to me if I donate half of my wealth?" he looked at you after a few moments.

"10% is not even a dip in your ocean of riches Dione. You want to talk about striking a balance? Then donate 50% of your wealth to those who actually need the money. Auction off your antiques, your collectibles. Build schools, donate to NGOs, be good and help the people, the portion of the society who needs you the most," you tried to convince him.

You softly pushed your plate away, "No amount of charity can justify the killings Dione."

As Thanos gripped his fork tighter at your words, you swore you saw the metal bend. "I have to do what needs to be done to protect you. Even if it means spilling the blood of a few agents of the law. Do you think they will protect you from me? You are nothing but a source of information for them. As soon as they are done with you they will toss you aside like useless garbage. Your identity, your entire life will be erased from the record. You don't want me to protect you like that? Okay. Then what would you have me do?" he demanded an answer.

You met his gaze, your silence filling the conversation with words.

"I cannot just quit. I have spent my whole life building this empire and I am not about to give it up," he claimed through gritted teeth.

"But what did it cost you?" It was your turn to surprise him with your question. 

"Everything," he admitted, "and more. But this was all I have ever had. There was no reason for me to leave this-"

"You do have a reason now," you interrupted him. 

You dragged your chair towards Thanos and sat beside him. Placing a hand on his heart, you kept your eyes on him. "You have a reason now," you repeated in a whisper. 

You saw a myriad of emotions cross his eyes. Taking advantage of his astonishment, you kissed his shoulder and rested your forehead on it. You felt his heart beating faster. 

Thanos was glad your head was on his shoulder, as he didn't want you to see the tears in his eyes. This was the first time you had initiated any form of affection towards him. He held your hand, the one on his heart, and kissed it with a promise.

…

Officer Natasha Romanoff hurried towards Steve Rogers' office. She entered without knocking. 

"Hey there! Knock before you-" Tony Stark, the Weapons Contacter tried to speak before Natasha cut him short.

"Steve, you need to hear this," Natasha looked at him. 

In the last few months, thanks to Steve's bravery in the shoot-out with Thanos's men, he had been promoted to the highest ranking covert field agent at the FBI. 

Steve nodded, requesting Tony to reschedule the meeting. As soon as they had the privacy, Natasha filled him in on the news. "Thanos is donating 50% of his wealth to charities and NGOs across the country. He's moving with his girl to Mauritius."

"He's building a new base there?" Steve cocked an eyebrow.

"No, he's retiring. If he gets on that plane then we will lose him forever."

"Hmmm," he considered her words, "I have a plan."

…

Thanos had advised you against going back to your apartment, arguing that all of your stuff was already packed and on the way to the flight. But you were relentless. You had to go back to retrieve a piece of your legacy which you were sure his men must have missed. 

He watched in amazement as you removed the photo frame from your wall and tore the wallpaper, revealing a cavity inside. 

You retrieved a box, wiping the dust off of it. Walking towards Thanos, you opened the box to reveal 6 rings. "These belonged to my grandfather. He always believed that there are six traits that make a man. He gave me these rings on his deathbed, and asked me to pass it on to the man who I deemed worthy." Pointing to the ring with the purple stone, you recited your grandfather's words, "Be with a man who commands Power," yellow stone- "But make sure he has a kind Soul," orange stone- "He should be able to read your Mind," green stone- "However, he must know the value of Time," red stone- "He should be able to accept his Reality," and lastly, the blue stone- "But, he should give you the world, the galaxy, the entire Space, if need be."

Holding out the box for him, you presented him with the rings. You smiled indulgently as you wiped his tears. He took your hand in his, kissing your fingers, your palm, your wrist. You laughed as he hugged your hand, "This is the second most precious gift I have ever been given."

You tilted your head, puzzled, "What is the most precious gift?"

"You."

…

Steve saw you and Thanos exit the building, hand in hand like two lovestruck teenagers. "Team Alpha, if you have a clear shot take it. But do not fatally wound him. We need him alive. I repeat, we need him alive. Team Omega, standby for the extraction. Team Beta, grab the First Aid Kit as soon as the Patient is hit" he commanded into the walkie-talkie using their codewords for you and Thanos.

"You still haven't told me where are we going," you pouted slightly as you walked towards the car. "Patience love, all in good time," Thanos smiled down at you. "This is White Wolf Team Alpha, firing in 3...2...," Bucky spoke in his earpiece.

"Wherever we are going, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," you spoke. "...1." You suddenly turned to face Thanos, and started walking backwards, your hand still in his. 

The bullet pierced the space above your heart, before colliding with Thanos's bulletproof vest. Gunshots reduced to dull thuds around you as you collapsed in Thanos's arms, your blood staining his shirt. 

You didn't notice when he carried you to the car. You didn't notice the speeding car coming to a halt. All you could hear was his panicked voice, and feel his pounding heart.

"Maw why are we stopping?" Thanos screamed at his henchman.

"Sire, there is a traffic jam ahead. We can't take any other route. There are rows of cars behind us. We are trapped," he said regretfully.

"I don't care! Kill them all, clear the road with explosives. She needs to get to a hospital NOW!" Thanos's voice boomed as panic gripped his heart.

"Sire we can't use explosives, the road might cave in. Proxima is arranging for a mobile hospital as we speak. They should be here soon," Maw spoke with hope.

Cradling you in his arms, Thanos pushed your hair back from your face, "Stay with me. Please stay with me. Don't leave me now. Please… no…"

"Hey," you managed to say in a cracked voice as tears escaped his eyes, "Dione," he looked at you, "I will... always be with you... my love," you struggled to caress his cheek as he held your arm. 

"Please please please no," he pleaded.

You gasped as a new jolt of pain ran through your body, "I… I love you… Di… Dione," you smiled.

A heart-wrenching scream escaped Thanos as he held your lifeless body. His anguish lost in the traffic of vehicles blaring their horns.

…

"Sire," Maw's voice broke Thanos from his reverie. He turned to look at the box in Maw's hand. In the dim light of his room, he opened the lid to see the severed head of James Buchanan Barnes. 

"Steve Rogers has gone underground sire, but we will soon find him," Maw promised. 

"He is not the real problem Maw," Thanos turned back to the window, "Do you remember what the doctor had said? If we would have gotten her to the hospital in time, she would have been alive today."

He paused, looking down the crowded city before him, "She died because we couldn't get her to the hospital earlier. What had caused the traffic jam?"

"Two cars had gotten into an accident, which caused a pile up on the road," Maw explained.

"That pile up wouldn't have occurred 10 years ago. In the last 2 decades, there has been a population boom which has ended up putting a strain on resources. Governments across the world are refusing to tackle this problem and in fact, are boastful of the increase in their population." As if on cue, he saw large groups of people fill up the sidewalk as hundreds of cars poured onto the road, everybody eager to reach home after their workday.

"What do you mean sire?"

"The scales of the world have been tipped unevenly, Maw. Balance needs to be restored to the order of the planet. The rich can't have an endless supply of luxury while the poor scramble for basic sustenance. She was right, we need to help the poor, but we can't wipe out those in power completely."

Thanos looked at the setting sun with determination, "It is time to kill half of humanity."

Maw inhaled sharply, "Sire! How would we manage-"

"The drugs," said Thanos simply, "50% of our cargo will contain lethal drugs till we achieve our target. Distribute it randomly throughout our supply chain for the next 6 months."

Maw paused for a moment. The severity of this crime left him dumbstruck. "Sire," he spoke at last, "She wouldn't have wanted this."

Thanos looked at the 6 rings on his fingers. "She wanted to live Maw. But she couldn't. She always tried to help people as much as she could. This is the only way we can fulfill her wish, by helping people across the globe."

"By killing people across the globe," Maw meekly argued.

"You kill everyday for a living Maw. Why has this idea turned your silver tongue into a knot?"

He could only gulp in response.

"The world needs correction Maw. Now more than ever. The lethal drugs should be shipped from tomorrow onwards. I would find it unpleasant to feed your body to our dogs, if you fail your duty," Thanos' thinly veiled threat hung in the air like a sword. 

Maw bowed down, "As my sire wishes," and left the room in quite a hurry.

Thanos walked towards your painting on the wall opposite to his bed, the only ornamentation in his otherwise desolate room. 

"You will see my love," he cooed, "we will see the sun rise on a grateful world together."

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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It- Prologue: Well F**k Me!

Co-Written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Summary: The Losers infiltrate a Child Sex Trafficking operation based in the Middle East thanks to their inside woman. New to the team, Stella has never met the men she will be working with going forward, all except for one that is...

Warnings: Bad Language words. Smut (NSFW) NO UNDER 18s PLEASE!!!! This also deals with mentions of Child Sex slavery, but no details really. 

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson

A/N: So this is written for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ 's challenge, and our prompt was the photo below. We'd also like to submit this for @jtargaryen18​ 's 30 Days of Chris challenge. As you will gather form the title, we fully intend this to be  a Series as well, which will arrive at some point. Hope you enjoy, let us know what you think!

Happy Birthday Evans, you beautiful bastard!!

The mission was simple, well, on paper. Clay and the rest of his specially selected Black-Ops team were charged with bringing down a child sex trafficking ring being operated by a number of corrupt US and UK Soldiers who were currently stationed in Iraq. His person on the inside had successfully infiltrated the ring following a 6 month period of being undercover and thanks to them they now knew how it was being operated. The kids targeted were orphans, so there was no one there to make a fuss or protect them. They were taken from the streets, refugee camps and then smuggled into Turkey (not Syria as they had originally thought)  where they were transported to Hakkari before being auctioned off and handed over to whoever it was that had bought them for the evening, ready for whatever disgusting fate awaited them. This process was repeated several times over a week, before the kids were then disposed of before a fresh new bunch brought in for the next auction in three months time. 

It was slick, well organised, and fucking disgusting. But Clay knew he had to keep that disgust at bay, if he had any chance of keeping his cover. Earlier that day Cougar had successfully taken out one of the original players who would be attending the auction, thanks once more to the info their insider had passed on, and Clay had taken his place. He sat in the plush, velvet arm-chair which surrounded a dimly lit stage, a glass of scotch in one hand, cuban in the other. Coupled with his dark suit and open collar white shirt, he looked to be a seamless copy of the the rest of the perverts lounging in equally opulent seats around the circle. 

A literal paedophile ring. 

"In position..."  

Roque spoke into the tiny ear-piece Clay was wearing. He had no microphone, nothing. Wearing anything like that was far too big a risk, but the ear piece as designed by Jensen was far too small for them to have noticed. It meant he could still hear what was going on, and once he gave the signal his team plus the rest of the CIA officers waiting outside would swamp the place. And if a few of the perverts happened to hit a few steps or fists on their way out, no one was going to cry about it. 

"We have visual on you Colonel..." 

Pooch spoke again "Jensen hacked the CCTV and is now about to cut their comms..."

"Easy as pie..." Jensen muttered  "And as I am a genius, they are now officially unable to contact the outside world..."

"If you're a genius then they seriously need to rethink what they call Einstein..."  Pooch retorted.

“Shut up Pooch, not my fault you can't even figure out how to work a laptop..."

"Enough!"  Roque cut across the banter, Cougar's chuckle hitting Clay's ear as he watched a pretty, slim blonde Woman striding onto stage

. "It's starting. Keep comms clear until further instructions received."

Clay looked at the woman, her black dress was tight leaving little to the imagination. Her hair was pulled back into a high pony-tail and her lips were painted a blood red. Dark eyeshadow adorned her lids and her calculating blue eyes scanned the room, falling on him for a second before she continued looking around, a smile curling across her face. She looked the part of a Gentlemans Club owner. Pristine, perfectly put together, but she was a female pimp- nothing more, nothing less. 

"Gentlemen, welcome." she spoke, her soft American accent cutting across the rooms and Clay noted the slight New-England twang she had. "The Auction is about to begin but I must first of all run down a few rules with you. You will find to your right your bidding pads. Should you wish to bid, tap the button. Simply put, highest bidder wins. Once your purchase has been made and the monies have been collected from your specified accounts, you will be invited to meet with your latest acquisition in the specially provided rooms. They are yours to do with as you wish until 9 am tomorrow morning upon which time they will be collected from your rooms and your personal effects will be returned. All we ask is that you do not kill them. It becomes messy and attracts unnecessary attention to the club from the outside."

She turned and barked something in Turkish to someone and a door to the back of the room opened. The woman moved to another smaller plinth at the back of the room as a man dragged a crying girl, that can't have been older than 9 years, dressed in nothing but her underwear onto the circular plinth under the spotlights.

"Fuck..."

 Clay heard Pooch's disgusted voice in his ear.

"This is sick."

 Jensen muttered.

And it was. But Clay had to remain still, and silent. The play was simple, he put in a few bids and hung back. But at some point, when he was sure they had enough evidence, he would enter a bid of a million. That was the team's cue to move.

He let the first girl go, much as he didn't want to. But seeing her being dragged off the stage was enough to make him decide he was ending it with the second. He couldn't take watching another kid go through that, they had to have enough to bust this wide open, surely. 

The next was a small, dark haired boy. He was pulled onto the stage by the burley guard, trembling, his brown eyes wide in fear. The bidding began. 10, 12, 15 thousand... at that point Clay hit his button, submitting his bid of 20. It was beaten, so he entered another and was beaten again.

"Bidding stands now at 40 thousand." the woman spoke. "Any further bids?"

Clay pushed his button "1 million." he spoke clearly. The woman cocked her head to one side, her eyebrow raising but before she could say anything the doors to the back of the room blew off.

Jensen, Cougar, Roque and Pooch flew into the room, flanked by a number of CIA agents and army officers as there was the usual pandemonium associated with a raid. As Jensen sprinted off down a corridor to the left in search of their Offices and computers,  Pooch tossed a gun to Clay who joined the fray. He looked up in time to see the woman who had been running the auction sprinting out of the room down another corridor, but before he could say anything Roque was after her.

"You sick, fucking bitch..." Roque mumbled as he sprinted down the winding corridors in the depths of the club almost tripping over her discarded heels as he went. Eventually he caught up with her, just as she raised a gun that she seemed to have produced from nowhere, shooting someone in front of her. Just as the shot rang out, Roque threw himself onto her, taking her down. She struggled a little in his arms, her strength taking him by surprise as they tangled together but eventually his strength won out and he pinned her on his back. His hand reached up to grab the wrist of the arm she held her gun in and he banged it sharply on the floor a few times until she dropped her weapon.  He looked at her face for a second, and something flashed in her eyes. Almost relief and she let out a breath.

"I'll come quietly" she said and Roque shook his head.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you right here, right now."

"Because you need me." she shrugged "I'm your key to busting this whole thing wide open."

"Get up..." Roque snarled, as he hauled her to her feet, secured her wrists behind her back with his restraints. He looked her up and down and noticed that her dress had ripped slightly, exposing her right thigh flashing the hold-ups and garter straps he was wearing, into which was tucked another pistol. He ripped it from the strap which ran up and over a large, floral tattoo before he spun her round and with the gun jabbed into her back, he pushed her in front of him back the way he had come. 

"Can I at least get my shoes?" she asked. Roque looked at her, incredulously, but let her slip the heels back on before they continued, emerging into the large cavernous room containing the stage. The plush velvet chairs now scattered all over the place, shreds of fabric still in the air as they were riddled with bullet holes and Clay was barking orders to someone in an Army uniform who nodded, and started to instruct his men to move out the prisoners they had taken to the waiting vehicles. Pooch and Cougar turned to face him first, before Clay spun round. The woman Roque was holding looked Clay in the eye and arched her eyebrow slightly as she raised her chin in defiance. 

"Caught her in the back, she shot one of the other operators." Roque said, his gun nudging her forward another step "Probably to stop him talking."

Clay eyed her for a second, before a wide grin split across his face and he looked at Roque "Let her go, she's one of us."

"What?" Roque blinked, not sure he had heard correctly. Behind Clay Pooch and Cougar exchanged a look.

"I said she's one of us." Clay said, "She's my person on the inside."

Roque paused for a moment, looking at Clay then to the woman who turned to face him, her shoulders shrugging slightly "I told you I was your key to busting this wide open."

Roque uncuffed her and she moved her arms, rubbing her wrists slightly. "Sorry." he said gruffly.

"It's fine, you didn't know..." she said, cocking her head to one side "But can I have my guns back?"

Roque fished in the waistband of his jeans and handed her the two pistols which she slipped back into her suspenders, giving a little moan. " You ruined my dress..."

Pooch and Cougar gave a little snigger each and Roque glared at them both. Clay, however, ignored the 3 of them completely and looked at the woman.

"Did you get him?"

She nodded "Bullet straight through his head. I never miss." 

"Through the head?" Pooch looked at her.

"It was a shoot to kill order." she shrugged "So I shot and I killed him."

Cougar tipped his hat slightly in approval as Pooch looked at him, then to Clay, then to Roque. Clay let out a huff of a laugh before he turned to the team.

"This is Stella Stevenson, aka Arty..."

"Like Artrois...that's clever." Pooch chuckled.

Arty grinned at him as Roque looked at Clay "Emma's replacement, right?"

Clay nodded. "She's slightly less volatile..." 

Arty raised an eyebrow "Until I'm pushed...although leaving a bomb in someone's car is far too crude for my liking. You wouldn't see me coming, Clay."

Clay snorted "Losers, treat her well. She's like a daughter to me, we go way back."

She smiled, and then looked around before she nodded to a door at the back, gesturing at them to follow her. "Everything you need is on the systems. I buried it as deep as I could to stop them deleting any of it. You got names, dates, transactions..."

"They kept transactions?" Pooch frowned as they walked down towards the offices she was indicating. 

"Key blackmail opportunities." Clay took a deep breath.

"Which I daresay we'll uncover as well." she spoke "This goes deep Clay. Deep. And it's not the only one. They're operating out of Syria and Afghanistan too."

"Ok." Clay nodded, "Let's see if Jensen is done retrieving the intel off the systems and then we can-"

"Jensen?" Arty blinked at the mention of the familiar name and Clay turned to her grinning "You son of a bitch..." she laughed, shaking her head.

Roque, Cougar and Pooch exchanged a look.

"What did we miss?" Roque asked as they stopped outside a door.

"You're about to find out..." Clay said, pushing the door open.  The 5 of them stepped inside and Clay looked at Jensen who had their back to them  and was leaning over a screen, his nose almost touching it. "You get what we need?"

Jensen didn't look up. "I was right, they had an automatic virus in here that can be remote operated but the stuff was buried deep, by someone who wanted to make sure it didn't get wiped, they clearly knew what they were doing..." he mused, and Clay glanced at Arty who raised an eyebrow "Just transferring it back to base now. We got names, dates, transaction history...and there are a few very naughty senators who are gonna be getting their collars felt. Which is better than them getting their balls felt by 12 year olds..."

"Shame you weren't this good at Mario Karts JJ..." Arty spoke and Jensen stilled slightly before he whipped around in his seat.

"Stel?" he spoke, utterly astounded as he stood up, his dark green t-shirt rippling over his chest. 

She looked at him for a second "I thought you were in Afghanistan." she cocked her head to one side, taking his appearance in. He hadn't changed a bit in the year or so it had been since she had seen him last. Same cheeky and boyishly handsome face, same spiky blonde hair, same broad shoulders which tapered into a slim waist.

"I thought you were in Iraq." he shot back, eyeing her up and down. She hadn't changed a jot either. Same curvy figure, same long legs and he let out a moan as he saw the guns strapped to her thigh through the rip in her dress.

"Are you wearing suspenders?"  His eyes widened before they worked  their way up her body.

"Always were observant Jakey." she grinned as his eyes locked onto her own, those crystal blue orbs shining slightly in the light of the room.

"Alright quit perving and for your information she was in Iraq." Clay said, "Under my orders."

"Well..." Jensen nodded, his hands falling to his hips as he looked down at his feet before he glanced back at Stella then Clay "Fuck me."

"Ok, what's this all about? You know each other or something?" Roque asked, gesturing between them with his hand.

Pooch rolled his eyes "Good call Roque, you think?"

"She's my best friend..." Jensen grinned, "All the way through middle and high-school..."

Stella barked out a laugh "So that's what we're calling it now?"

"Ok, best friend with...certain benefits.. if you get my drift." Jensen shrugged, his eyes twinkling cheekily. 

A that, Pooch let out a groan whilst Cougar smirked

"Nice..." he said, tipping his hat, speaking for the first time since Arty had met him, a low chuckle escaping his mouth.

 Roque blinked and turned to Clay "And you knew about this?"

"I told you, she's like a daughter to me..." Clay shrugged.

Jensen and Arty stood still, not really paying attention, simply looking at one another, until Jensen grinned and threw his arms open  "Come here!"

With a grin she threw herself at him and he hugged her tight, arms wrapping around her back as he lifted her off the floor slightly and kissed her cheek "It's good to see you Stel."

"You too Jakey"

********

After an hour or so, Clay signalled to the team that it was time to depart and they headed to the chopper that was waiting to take them out of Turkey and to the UN Base in Damascus where their handler was waiting to talk to them. The man, known only to them as David, took all the information down, told them what was likely to happen over the next few days and informed them that they would be ex-filled back to CIA HQ in DC in the next week or so, for full debrief. They were shown to their quarters for the next few days, which were all private rooms in the officers' lodgings, thank God, and they all retrieved their kit bags from the piles that were waiting for them, Arty's own pack being significantly smaller. 

"Hope it's all the right size." Clay nodded towards it. She smiled and took it from him with a thanks..

"Sure it will do...hang on, did you buy me underwear as well?"

He shrugged

"Ok, that's kinda gross..."

"I said I was like your dad..." he arched an eyebrow, "Not that I actually was. The rest of your stuff from the base will be shipped back, most likely waiting for you by the time we exfil."

"Thanks Clay."

The team bid each other goodnight and Arty, once in her room headed straight for a shower. She turned the water on as hot as she could stand, and stepped under with a light groan, scrubbing her body and hair down as if the soap and shampoo would wash away the last 6 months. It wouldn't, of course. Some of the things she had seen and had to do during her stint undercover had been vile, and she knew would stick with her for the rest of her life but she had known that it wouldn't be easy. She needed to compartmentalise, decompress, which was the whole point of the debriefs and psyche evaluation she would be subject to when she got back to DC, just like any agent returning back into the fold after a mission. Arty knew the drill, it wasn't the first undercover op she had been involved in, having been a part of Delta Force for almost 2 years now, but it was the first one during which she had been directly undercover herself following recruitment into the CIA Special Ops Group Ground force. She knew that you never stayed in Special Ops long, it was a short term thing few people were lucky enough to be chosen for and could be cut even shorter if one of the missions left your face too easily recognisable, so Stella was intending to make the most of it even though she knew already it was gruelling. 

And then there was Jensen. She had no idea he was working for the CIA but then, why would she? That was the point of Black Ops. Covert. Still, she couldn't help but feel a little upset at how far they actually had drifted since they had last seen each other 12 months ago. When they both went their separate ways after completing the ROTC, they'd promised to stay in touch, and to be fair for the most part over the past 8 years they'd done just that. Phone calls, emails, and then spending any time they could when they both had leave at the same time together, but it had certainly waned over the last year and, well, now she knew why.

Turning off the shower she dried off and dug out the night wear Clay had provided her with. Pleasantly surprised and pleased to find a pair of pale yellow pyjama shorts and matching tank top she shrugged them on before she flicked on the small TV that was attached to the wall, and just as she was about to throw herself on the bed there was a knock on her door. Knowing full well it would only be one person she padded barefoot over the clean, but clinical flooring and opened it. 

Jensen leaned against the door frame, barefoot and dressed in a pair of black shorts and a white tank top, his handsome face sporting his trademark grin as he held up a bottle of Jack Daniels. "Me and my friend Jack were just takin' a stroll, thought we'd pop by for a catch up." He watched as she smiled, and stepped back to let him in. His eyes slid up her bare legs to her shorts and over her ass for a second before he shut the door behind him. "Not gonna lie Stel, was kinda hoping you'd still be in that dress and those damned thigh holsters."

"They only come out for special occasions." she quipped, heading over to the small kitchen area at the back of the room and waving 2 mugs. "You want one or we doing it straight from the bottle?"

"Why change the habit of a lifetime?" he snorted, twisting off the cap and taking a mouthful. She crossed towards him and he handed it to her and she took a loud mouthful, swallowing it as it burned her throat a little. "God it's hot when you do that."  She shot him a look as he took the bottle from her, placing it down on the side before he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer "Fuck, I missed you Stel."

"What happened to no strings attached?" She looked at him, her hands falling on top of his.

"I still really missed you...not just the sex...but you..." he shrugged. "You know I have..."

"That why we've hardly spoken in 12 months?" she looked at him.

"I emailed..." he frowned, one hand moving to run through his hair "You're the one that went silent 6 months ago."

"I was undercover..."

"You can be under the covers now too..." he grinned and she scoffed, shaking her head.

"Is this really wise if we're gonna be working together?"

"Since when have I ever done anything wise?" he shrugged, pushing his glasses back up his nose slightly.

"You should try it some time..." Stella said, patting his chest. She stepped back out of his hold, grabbed the bottle and took another drink before she walked to the bed and flopped down on it. "Assume the position JJ." she instructed him and he grinned, dropping down besides her and she handed him the bottle. Neither of them spoke for a moment, they fell into a comfortable silence, having been in this situation many times before. Lying side by side, drinking, just being close to one another. Jake took another mouthful of the liquor, stealing a glance at her as she sat besides him, her damp hair pulled into a braid, the spattering of freckles that adorned her nose and cheeks evident following her being fresh from the shower, the trace of her jawline down her throat to the slight swell of cleavage he could see thanks to the neckline of her tank top...

 As she made a gesture for the bottle he handed it to her, and she took it, her eyes still fixed on the TV, and she grimaced, nodding towards the screen. Jake followed her gaze as it was cutting to a News flash. 

"I said there would be some very nervous senators..." he quipped, as Stella shook her head as the footage of Capitol Hill rolled, the news reporter carrying the story about a number of arrests linked to a suspected Military Raid earlier that day. They both knew, however, that any arrests would have been made hours previously, as soon as the information they had syphone had hit the CIA base. The entire operation was timed to a tee.

"Hope they throw away the key. Sick bastards." she muttered "Honestly Jakey some of the stuff I saw...it was fucking disgusting."

Jake looped an arm round her shoulder and she lay her head against his chest, her arm looping over his stomach as he gave her a squeeze before she sat up again, taking the bottle. She took a large gulp, larger than her previous ones and pulled a face as she swallowed, her throat bobbing and he felt the familiar stirring in his pants. She looked at him for a moment, their eyes locking and his gaze flicked down to her mouth before it moved back up again as he took the bottle off her and blindly reached behind him, placing it on the table besides her bed.

"Wanna fuck?" he asked.

She shrugged "Sure, why not?"

No sooner had the words left her mouth, his lips crashed to hers in a bruising kiss and he smirked against her mouth as she straddled him, his hands falling to her hips as her mouth hungrily worked against his. Their lips molded together in a well known practice, her tongue teasing against his own before she pulled back, gently biting his bottom lip as she went, drawing a groan from his throat as he rest his head against hers, his eyes flickering open to lock onto hers. 

“You know…” Stella sighed, drawing back slightly to cup Jake's face in her fingertips “I'm liking this..." she traced her fingers lightly across his goatee, and he smiled at her as she reached up and took his glasses off, dropping them carelessly next to the bottle of Jack by their side. 

“It's supposed to make me look meaner…” he murmured, his lips gently brushing hers as their noses bumped together.

"Doesn't work, especially not with the bleach in your hair." she mumbled as his mouth trailed a path across her jawline and down the length of her neck "You're still that adorably yet slightly dorky 18 year old that took my cherry." "You took mine too Stel." he mumbled and her eyes closed as she rolled her head back, giving him access to more of her neck, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"How could I forget?" her voice was nothing more than a whisper as his fingers flexed on her hips, his groin pushing upwards, his hardness pressing into her core through their clothing. "I'm glad to report you got a lot better at it since then..." 

"Well, you'd know..."  he said, his tongue licking a line back up her throat as his hands grabbed at the bottom of her tank top. She moved to allow him to take it off and Jake looked down at her bare chest as she reciprocated the favour, pulling his top over his head, tossing it to the floor. Raising his head he gently nipped at the base of her neck, his hands sliding up her bare sides, calloused fingers ever so gentle over her ribs as his tongue flicked at her nipple as he took it in his mouth, drawling a loud groan from her as her hips bucked involuntarily at the sensation. 

God it really had been far too long.

Unable to take it anymore he flipped her over so she was on her back, his body sliding downwards as he dispensed of her shorts and then his own, before he kissed his way back up from her ankle all the way to that thigh tattoo which was ingrained in his memory forever. Well, most of it was anyway... 

"This...this is new. " he said gently, his fingers tracing the outline of the large, pink flower that sat at the top, almost in the crease of her hip.

"Go Petunias." she looked at him and he let out a bark of a laugh as she snaked her right leg in between both of his and using a well executed move she threw him on his back drawing a loud huff of surprise from him.

"Jesus Stel, give a guy a warning" he mumbled as she slid over him.

"Where's the fun in that?" she whispered,  brushing her lips across the hairs on his face tracing a path across from one side of his jawline to the other as his eyes fully closed in pleasure, large hands gripping at her thighs, then her hips as she shifted slightly to start taking him in. Her mouth dropped into a small ‘o’ as they both groaned as she slid down, her warmth engulfing him entirely.

"JJ..." she mumbled,  her hands falling to his chest as she held herself still "Jakey, look at me...wanna see you." He opened his eyes, locking them onto her own which were half-lidded with desire as she began to move. Her hips rotated as she ground down again, and again, his own rising to meet hers as she did. 

"Fuck, Stel..." he sighed, "Still feel so good baby girl..."

She grinned, and bit her lip as her hips moved again, his hands sliding down to grab at her ass as she pushed down harshly, causing him to grunt as she ground down against him, tilting herself forward finding that angle that always got her off. Her pace was slow, torturously so, but it wasn’t long before she began to move slightly faster, working him harder as she chased her relief. The roughness of his pubic hair was grinding against her spot, the friction feeling amazing as she pushed down. With every roll of her hips, Jensen's eyes which were still locked onto hers grew darker, and darker, his hands digging into her hips as he pulled her onto him, grinding upwards further and deeper.

He sat up suddenly, so they were face to face, the change of angle making her cry out, as he slid his hands moved round her back, pulling her close to him as he kissed and sucked at her neck, biting at that spot  beneath her ear whilst he held her still for a moment, gently thrusting upwards, deeply, slowly, savouring the moment. Stella rolled her head back, a louder cry this time tumbling from her lips and he felt her tighten around him,  pulsing strongly as her orgasm washed over her and he let out a groan of his own as her head fell forward to his shoulder, her groans soft in his ear.

“Good?” he whispered, smiling as she managed a broken noise of affirmation, and without giving her a moment to recover he flipped her onto her back, his hands lacing with hers at the side of her head as he began to thrust into her, his pace harder and faster.

"Jake..." she gasped, as his lips crashed onto hers, swallowing her cries as her nails dug into the back of his hands whilst he thrust into her with deep, powerful strokes. The sweat was beading over his brow as he broke the kiss, his head falling forward slightly as he felt his own relief beginning to creep up on him. He tugged his right hand free, sliding it down between them to rub at her sensitive nub as he pounded into her voraciously and she gave a loud wail her head tipping back into the pillow, her breathing ragged.

"Come on Stel..." he gasped, "Come on baby, give it to me..." And give it she did, her body shook underneath him as her mouth dropped open and she let out a loud noise which bubbled from her throat, as she once more succumbed to the wave of pleasure washing over her. The feel of her clenching around him was enough, and Jensen followed her right over the edge into delirium, his hips stuttering as his thrusts grew sloppy, riding his own orgasm out before he collapsed down on top of her, completely and utterly blissed out. They lay in silence, both struggling to gain control of their breathing in the aftermath, not a sound being made by either of them bar gasps for air as the TV continued to play in the background. Stella gently moved her hands up and down the expanse of muscle on his back, his skin slick to the touch and Jensen laid still, relishing the touch of her fingertips as they danced over his body.

Eventually he raised his head, propping himself up on his elbows as he gave her a lazy grin which she reciprocated. His hands cupped her cheeks, his lips seeking hers out once more for a kiss that was this time soft, gentle, a stark cry from the ardent ones they'd shared before. He pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers, gently brushing their noses together before he spoke, his voice slightly raspy from the exertion of the last 15 minutes or so. 

"Welcome to The Losers, Stel" he grinned.

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[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Blood Roses

Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, Kidnapping (That’s all I got cause I’m not doing smut) Summary: You don’t remember anything since that crash. But someone who claims to be your husband is taking very good care of you. Until you found out the truth of your real life.

This goes for the weekly challenge! The Moodboard choosing is up above! If you want to join! Click here Weekly Challenge 

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Might seem familiar to some, it does have similarities to a movie I once watched.

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“Y/N!” He roars out, you were whimpering, running through the forest with a large limp. Your head turning back every second and turn you took on the trail. “I’m not in the mood for this!” He continues.

He sounded closer than usual and you immediately slid down the hill and hid in the leaves. Your wheezing and cries were audible so you closed your hand over your mouth. 

His broad shoulders came into view and his pace was quick down the trail, you knew he was gonna find you and catch you quickly. Your ankle ached, you stood up and stepped on a twig, causing it to snap. You gasped. “Where are you, sweetheart?”

. 24 Hours Earlier .

He said your home was miles from town. You remembered what he said to you, keeping you in the house and took care of you. He was there when you first woke up. Claiming to be your husband, he bought you your favorite flowers. Red roses.

He held your hand with the wedding rings touching each other as they come together once again. He kissed your knuckles and smiled softly. 

“You’re safe with me.”

Not knowing who he was, he tried to name all the things you two used to do together. He said you would ride on his motorcycle at nights. He even brought you to work to meet his friends. Had a few beers, laugh and all. Gotten married not too long after.

The night on that special day, he said he wouldn’t forget it. Even showing you a photo of you two in a wedding picture. He had a clean shave at the time, he said you wanted him to grow it out but you don’t remember anything.

You were hoping to remember him.

Steve Rogers. The day he met you in the hospital, he introduced himself again and he sounded heartbroken almost. Almost a few days of being in the hospital and getting to know Steve more, he took you home.

They gave you a cane and a wheelchair. He helped you in and out of the car. The house was big. Steve said there was a lake that was down the trail a bit, said that you two would go down there and watch the sun hit the waters.

He took you there once. Enjoying the sun setting in the distance, giving the water a nice gleam of peace. It calmed you. You tried walking around with a cane. Steve told you not to work on that ankle a lot around the house. Make it worse as it is.

You were mostly in the wheelchair.

You were smelling the bacon and eggs as you stared outside, looking out to the rose bushes that seem to be blowing with the wind. Sometimes you’d see Steve go out and cut them. Putting them in the flower vase at the table in front of you.

“Did you hear me, sweetheart?” His voice beams. You inhaled softly and turned your head to look over your shoulder. You hum, “What?” Steve puts the breakfast onto a plate and takes it over to you. “You zoned out, everything okay?” He asked.

You look at him and give him a grin, “Yeah. Just thinking.” Steve wore a dark sweatshirt that was too tight on him. You could see the muscle bulge out of his shirt on the urge to rip through. He quirks a grin, “What were you thinking about?” He asked.

He came behind you as you shook your head, “Just trying to think about what we did before this happened.” Steve’s hands come to your shoulders and he gently massaged them.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna head out, though. Stop by the office to say hi to a couple of friends and I’ll grab some groceries for tonight’s dinner. You look up and smiled at him. “Okay. I was thinking about walking around the house, anyway. To see if anything could trigger my memory.”

His hands tighten on your shoulders before he released them, “Don’t overdo it, sweetheart.” He takes his leather jacket and slips it on. “I’ll be back.” He grabs his keys and placed a kiss on your head.

You didn’t remember him, but it was nice that he still loved you no matter what. But you weren’t sure why you married him. You couldn’t remember. You weren’t sure if you loved him anymore. But he was a nice man.

You hear him leave and you continued to finish your breakfast. After you did, you took your cane and stood up. Wincing slightly at your ankle that you fractured in your crash. 

You had been in an accident and they said you’d have to walk for a few minutes, heal your ankle every once in a while. You walked around the house. Walking into a room that happened to be Steve’s office, you saw his computer on the desk. You sat down and opened his computer. 

A password was needed.

You bit the inside of your cheek and thought about adding the date of your wedding that Steve had told you. It didn’t work. You added your favorite flower into the password. Roses. Nothing. You leaned back in your chair and thought it through.

Why were you going into his space? He wouldn’t like you doing into his things. You sighed and stood up again, catching the wifi router by his desk. Steve said you don’t have signal. You reached for it and saw that the back of it was ripped. Shredded.

You placed the router box back and felt suspicious about that. You left his office and limped into the living room to looked around and find something familiar to trigger something.

You turn and saw Steve slam a guy into the wall, aggressively slamming his head against the wall with full force. You gasped and blinked, almost stumbling so you catch yourself on the table, toppling a few things over. 

You look back and Steve was not slamming no one into the wall. They were gone. What the hell was that? You puffed out a sigh and looked towards the table you caught yourself with and lifted the fallen frame up.

The wedding picture of you and Steve. You grin softly at the picture, seeing how happy you two were. You wished you remembered the day. But your smile faltered at the sudden picture.

Steve’s face was almost a different tone than the neck part of him. As if he plastered his own face on someone else’s. Even his shoulders were huge but the picture, he didn’t have shoulder mass.

You fixed the frame on the desk and looked over to the next photo. You and Chris at a friend’s party, he had his arm around you and your smiles were big. That one seemed normal. Maybe it’s just your eyes seeing things. You eventually relaxed and did match the card game to regain your memory.

Steve came back home an hour later, getting dinner ready for you and him. He thought having a special night, he could try and start all over. Have you get to know him more.

But your mind was on the photo. The wedding one. The unknown flash of him shoving another man’s head into the wall. It had you staring at the table, thinking. Steve peered up and furrowed his brows. “What’s going on?” He asked. 

The room you two sat in, it was dimly lit. The candle at the center of the table was lit and you had a glass of wine by your plate. You look up to him as he took a bite from his food, really wondering what was up.

Could you tell him?

“The photo...” You said. Steve looks up to you in confusion, “What photo?” He continued to eat. You watched him eat, seeing his movements closely. “The wedding photo. It looked strange to me.”

Steve stops and looks up to you, his jawing tensing as he chewed. “What?” He asks. You inhaled softly and blinked up at him, “I saw you... and another man... you were bashing his head in.” 

You noticed his grip on the fork got tight and he managed to laugh softly, “Sweetheart, I think your mind is making things up. But it’s okay, I can give you your pills when we go to bed.”

“No.”

Steve looks up to you, “No?” Your eyes seem to stare at his, your hands twitching out of fear. “You messed with the router... That’s why my nurse isn’t calling.”

Steve shook his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart-”

“Don’t call me that. Who are you?” Steve was frozen now. But he chuckled, “You know who I am. I’m your husband.”

You shook your head at him. Steve stood up, his face was dark with anger. Or what you thought. You stood up as well, shaking. Steve comes around towards you, your eyes dart to the wine and you reached for it at the right time. Steve went to reach for you but you slammed the glass on his head.

The man falls on the ground and you gasped. Limping on your foot, you take your cane. Reaching for his phone in his back pocket, you ran out the door. You whimpered as you ran through the front yard, walking into the dirt that he said was gonna be a farm soon.

You look back to make sure he wasn’t following till you fell. With a yelp, you hit the ground and landed in the dirt. A shovel was beside you and you turned to see a hand sticking out of the ground. You gasped till something hits you on the side of the head.

.

Your eyes fluttered open to the light. You winced and Steve’s face came into your peripheral. He looked down at you, “It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart.” You don’t remember what happened. Your eyes close again and he walked up the stairs to take you to your bedroom. 

Placing you down on the bed, you fully brought your vision back. He reached up to your head, “Oh, you’re bleeding. Here,” He walks into the bathroom and grabs a wet rag to wipe the blood off your forehead.

“What... What happened?” You mumbled, Steve hisses at the sight of your head. “You were running on that ankle. Hit your head when you fell. You can’t go running out like that.”

He finished off cleaning your head and he sighs. “Here, you need to take your pills.” You shook your head, “No. I don’t need them.” He pulled one out, “Don’t start. You need to take it, it can help you.” You tried to push him away but he managed to get it in your mouth and handed you the glass.

He forces you to drink it and he pulls the glass away. “There. Now get some sleep.” He helped you slip under the covers and he stood up. He pulled his shirt over his head and revealed his bare torso. 

You watch him as he undoing his belt and tugged down his jeans to join you in bed. He slipped in next to you and lightly reached for your arm. Once his fingers touched your arm, you jolted causing him to sigh. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

.

You woke up the next morning, feeling sore as always. Walking around has your ankle aching in pain as you sat up. Steve was already gone so you stood up, taking your cane in hand and headed out into the hall.

You met the stairs. You stopped. With one bad foot, it could be one bad fall. You took the risk. You stepped down and hissed, bumping your ankle on one of the steps. You grabbed the railing to hold yourself up along with your cane. 

Almost there. You felt too proud of yourself and that all goes downhill when you take misstep and you fall forward. “Woah!” Steve comes around the corner and catches you in his arms. You grab his bicep and chuckled breathlessly. 

“You’re up. And walking?” He says, you stable yourself on the ground floor and looked up to him, “Thank you.”

“You got to be careful with that ankle.” You furrow your brows when you see him in his leather jacket. “You’re heading out?” You asked, Steve looks down and nods. “I just need to pick up something. I’ll be back. Don’t walk around for too much.”

He kisses you once again just like yesterday, making you feel like it was a repeating day. Once the door close you looked around the home. You remembered running and you fell. You remembered everything coming back. You head for the garage.

Limping your way in, you grimaced at the smell that was in the garage. Heading over to the black car, you walked into the front seat and sat down. Looking for the keys, you came across a phone.

You stared at it and took it in hand, opening the screen you see yourself and another man. Not Steve. The man was hugging you, placing a kiss on your head.

You gasped and covered your mouth. You hear the front door open and close. “Sweetheart, I forgot something!” You hear him call. You opened the trunk thinking something can be used to defend yourself. You popped it open, making a loud beeping sound in the garage. You limped over to the back and screamed.

A man was laying in the trunk, completely loss of color. His eyes were opened, staring at you. You fell on the ground. Steve comes in and sees you on the ground. “Sweetheart, what are you doing-?” He stops when he sees the trunk open.

His eyes turned dark. Just like at the table. “I thought I told you not to go through things.”

“Who are you!” You screamed, kicking away, “Just let me go! Please!” He comes towards you and you tried to scoot back. “Please, don’t hurt me.” Steve takes both your ankles causing you to yell in pain and he grabs your waist and throws you over his shoulder.

“I thought we agreed you’d stay in the wheelchair. I trusted you,” He says. You sobbed as he carried you out of the garage. “Please, just let me go! I won’t tell anyone about this!” You plead.

He chuckles darkly, “I don’t think you have that choice, sweetheart. Not anymore.” You sob as he practically tosses you on the bed. You tried to scoot away from him, bringing your back to the bedpost. He takes your injured ankle with a grip causing you to shout in pain again. 

“Please! I won’t go through anything!” He pulls out a rope and puts your ankle on the metal post. He began to tie your ankle to it. “You’re mine. I love you. You know that?” He says.

You sobbed as he ties it and walks over to pull a strand behind your ear, you flinched under his touch. Steve leans in and places a kiss on your lips. You tugged on your ankle and bit at his lip causing him to pull away with a yell.

He brings his hand to his lip, his bottom lip bled. His hand hovers over your ankle that was bound to the post, you knew what was gonna happen. “Please... don’t... I’m sorry-” You shout in pain as he grabs your ankle and tightens his grip. 

You scream out and he lets go, fuming with anger, “If you continue with problems, I will decide what happens. When I come back and I see you on this bed still. Maybe I’ll consider.” He looks at you one last time before heading out the door. 

You then hear the door lock on the other side.

Whimpering, you tugged your foot. Yelling in pain, you try to reach for the rope tied to the post. The knots were tight enough to not let your finger pull at them. All you could do was tug your foot.

You hear his car leave and you continued to tug your foot. The roughness of the rope dug and scraped against your skin like it was on fire. Your ankle was red enough to the harsh crash. You needed to leave this house.

You struggled more, shouting every second. You could possibly take the trail and find service somewhere and use that phone you found. You slipped it into your pocket. Steve luckily didn’t search your pockets. You felt your ankle slowly crack a few bones causing you to grip the sheets and shout. Your foot them slips out and you quickly limped over to the door.

You pulled the door and it doesn’t open. “Shit...” You look around the room and found the small bowl on the dresser. You found a hair pin and limped back over to the door.

It took you about 10 minutes to unlock it. Once it clicked, you ripped the door open and limped out, he left your cane in the garage. You didn’t need it. Right now, you needed to get out.

You rushed out of the house and stumbled into the rose bush. You pulled away and saw blood on your hand. Looking toward the rose, you saw blood. Your hand was bleeding. 

You hear beeping and looked up to the front door. Above it was a camera. Steve is gonna come back. You pulled your phone out and began to lift it, rushing out to the trail. 

Pushing through the brush, you pant and whimper. You tripped over a rock and hit the ground with a loud ‘oof’. You then hear a car door close. You lifted yourself up and yelped in pain when you stood on your foot. 

“Y/N,” Steve’s voice sounded like a warning, “I’m not in the mood for your games.” His feet were heavy against the dirt as he rushed through the same trail he saw you go on the trail.

You limped further down the trail, “Y/N!” He roars. You sobbed quietly and slid down the hill. You hid in the leaves as his broad shoulders and blonde dark locks came into your view as he stormed further down the trail.

You stood up once he passed and turned the other trail. Stepping on a twig. “Where are you, sweetheart?” He calls. You stumble on your feet and rushed down the trail. Raising the phone up to the sky, you couldn’t run down the road for miles. You could probably call the police. 

“Goddammit, Y/N!” He shouts. You come across the dock towards the lake and you were completely stuck now. You rushed over to the brush and hid. Steve’s boots hit the dock, walking down the dock. You turned to see a log by your side.

Taking it in hand, you slowly emerged from the brush and came up behind him. Going for the swing, Steve turns and catches it at mid-swing. His face darkens, with a tug, it jerked you and you fell into the lake. 

You feel yourself sink further as it got colder the more you sunk. You tried to swing up but you couldn’t. You see his silhouette at the surface staring down. You watched his figure disappear off the dock, walking away. You saw the bubbles float around you and up.

You then closed your eyes and choked on the water.

You gasped for air and rose from the tub, slightly choking and you looked around. “Y/N?” Someone called, you jumped when they entered the bathroom and looked at you.

“You okay?” They asked. You blew out a exhale and nodded, “Yeah... sorry.” He shook his head, “It’s okay. Maybe consider taking a shower instead?” He slightly jokes, you tried to smile.

He turns away till you slightly rose, “Steve?” He peaks his head around, “Yeah?” He asks. You swallowed thickly and grinned softly. “Could you maybe pour me wine when I get out?” Steve looks down at the ground and softly nodded. 

“Of course. I’ll cook dinner, too.” You nodded and he gave you a grin. “Okay. Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too...”

~~~

Oh man... Dark fics are not good for me. Would I even consider this a Dark fic?

Also no part 2 cause nah. I suck with Dark Fics 

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CHALLENGE TIME

Sweater Presents- AMBERS Any-FUCKING-Fandom FIC CHALLENGE

Hi Everyone, one of your resident writers here deciding to finally host one of these things. I have a few milestones I passed, and it feels like time to celebrate. What better way then to let everyone write and let me rage my love for your stories. Since you all are mad talented epic fucking writers. 

As you all know, Im a softy angsty dark smutty random ass fan, so honestly write whatever your little heart desires. It can be drabbles, epic long as hell, can be set in a series your working on (in this case be sure to let me know thats your plan so I can get an understanding of your story) Head Canons, etc etc etc. anything really. Im also going to throw out, if your thing is making moodboards, feel free. I honestly think that they are stunning. 

There is a reason its called Any-FUCKING-Fandom FIC CHALLENGE. Any fandom goes. Im not going to limit anyone to just one thing. The ones im familiar with is Marvel and Supernatural.If you choose some other one, be sure to let me know so if im not familiar, I can look it up. Thats all I ask.  

Have a great time with this, I look forward to everyones submits. Any questions, do not hesitate to send me a message or ask. Please Reblog.

Much Love always. 

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Can be anything you want to submit, writing or art work. 

Non Con and Dub Con is allowed

Underage, Messing with animals, toilet play is a hard NO for me. I dont think this should really have to be added, but Ive seen many challenges include this. 

All that being said, Properly label your work for anything thats needed. 

Please send your request in a ask, with the number, category and whom you want to write for, and if its anything other then marvel, most Evans films and supernatural, what fandom they are a part of. 

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There will be no date to have it submitted by, I know people have lives and cant always get to stuff ASAP. Or the muse has stepped out. No worries, I got you. Submit when you can. 

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Dialouge Prompts- 

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.” @official-and-unstable-satan​ @nekoannie-chan​ with steve or brock @kitkatd7​ with cowboy!steve

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.” @kitkatd7​ with steve

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no? @buckeroonie323

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.” @yespolkadotkitty​ with geralt and jaskier @iwritethingstoo with gambit

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” @averyrogers83​

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” @stuckonjbbarnes​ with steve @constantaking​ with bucky/natasha

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?” @nekoannie-chan with Steve or Brock

“Why are you awake right now?” 💕anon with Chris

“Wake up! Please wake up.” @joannaliceevans-fanficblog​ with andy

“woah, don’t pass out on me.” @xoxabs88xox​

“you really can’t take care of yourself." @voila-tout with steve

“You don’t get to say anything to me!” @lielullabye with steve x 10!percent

“You’re such a dork.” @joannaliceevans-fanficblog​ with andy

“Try to keep quiet.. we wouldn’t want to get caught.” @shield-agent78​ with bucky @hoseokchild​

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” @just-the-hiddles with sir thomas sharpe

“Did you BITE me?!” @mandywholock1980​ with loki or steve

“Untie me already- I want to touch you!” @happygowriting​ with curtis

“Wow… you’re easy to rile up.” @simsadventures​ with alpha!steve

“I got a WHOOOOLE collection of toys- let’s try em!”

“Hey… do you think we could switch positions this time?” @deboryanne​ with (18+) Peter Parker

Song Prompts-

Sam Smith- Fire on Fire @shellbilee with Chris or Andy

Bad Company- Ready For Love

Alex Clare- Too Close

NoMBe- Freak Like Me

Saving Abel- Addicted @official-and-unstable-satan

Kaleo- Break My Baby

Lana Del Rey- You Can Be The Boss @inforapound​ with javier pena

Jace Everett- Bad Things @nellblazer​ with grey!bucky

Eminem- Not Afraid

Imagine Dragons- Im So Sorry

Picture Aesthetics Prompts- 

1. @donutloverxo​

2. @celticheart72 with logan and oc

3.

4. @mr-skyline-r34​ with Noel Miller

5. @celticheart72 with logan and oc.

6. @what-is-your-plan-today​ and @icanfeelastormbrewing​ with jake jensen and oc.

7.

8. @that-damn-girl​ with Bucky (fic and moodboard)

#sweatersanyficchallenge #challenge #sweater writes #amber writers

[yespolkadotkitty]

Nothing Hard About It

A short Geraskier fic for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​‘s Any Fandom writing challenge!

“If I die, I’m haunting you first,” Jaskier grumbled.

Geralt threw a look over his shoulder. “You won’t die.”

Jaskier sighed as he contemplated the deep hole before him, the entrance covered in spider webs and old, knotted branch stumps. “You should be thankful that I keep myself this slender.”

It was bollock and they both knew it. Jaskier had plenty of muscle, but the lean kind, rather than broad and bulky like Geralt.

“Get in, get the root, get out,” Geralt groused. “Nothing hard about it.”

Jaskier muttered something that sounded like aside from your bloody hard head and started to wriggle into the hole.

Geralt watched the fabric of the bard’s breeches draw tight over his ass and tried to remain uninterested, but the truth was, he and Jaskier had spent so long travelling together that they’d started to know each other inside out. And with that knowing came intimacy, whether they wanted it or not.

At this point, Geralt was starting to think he wanted it.

Wanted Jaskier’s skilled, callused hands, wanted to hear his moans.

And he was fairly certain that Jaskier wanted that, too.

The bard grunted as he got stuck a little, and Geralt was reminded that they needed to find some taproot to ward off wendigos before they travelled any further. The beasts were known to abound in this woodland, but the smell of taproot acted as a natural deterrent to them, which would help Geralt and Jaskier reach the other side where a big tavern and soft beds awaited.

And women would who share the bounty of their bodies for coin.

Geralt kept telling himself he was excited about that, but the more he watched the bard’s shapely arse wriggle about in the hollow, the less he believed himself.

Nothing hard about it. There would be if he kept his gaze on Jaskier’s wiggly like arse. How it might feel under his hands. 

Whether he’d fit...It’d be tight, for sure-

“It’s darker tha….. Witch’s cunt….. Here,” Jaskier could be heard saying from somewhere below the soil. “I think….. C’mon…..little bugger…..”

All went silent for a moment. The birds sang in the trees and Roach idly hoofed at the ground, snorting.

“Geralt!” Jaskier’s shout from inside the hollow broke the peaceful quiet. “Pull!!!”

Geralt set to the task, grabbing Jaskier’s calves and yanking with all his might. The bard popped out, a bulbous taproot clutched in his arms, little scratches on his comely face. “Fucking bloodsuckers,” he groused, lying on his back. Bat-like creatures lived underground in this part of the world, and would attempt to feed on anything they came into contact with.

“Jaskier, you’re okay,” Geralt breathed, trying to keep his voice emotionless. “No need to haunt me, after all.”

“I may still die from my wounds,” Jaskier bemoaned, struggling to his feet. “You would have to write a tribute ballad to me. Or, on second thought - I’d better stay alive. Can you imagine how I would turn in my grave if you turned out to be more popular than me?”

Geralt rolled his eyes, thankful for now that the bard’s jabbering took his mind off lusting after the leaner man. 

Jaskier didn’t need to die to haunt him. He haunted Geralt all day, every day already anyway.

The worst thing was, that the big Witcher didn’t really mind.

Thank you so much for letting me join this challenge, @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ !

Not beta’d - we die like men.

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[nekoannie-chan]

Broken-hearted

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word count: 1099 words.

Summary: Because of the Snap you lost what you wanted most, how did you cope with that loss?

Warnings: Angst, sad.

A/N: This fic is a Reader’s POV, so is in first person.

This is my entry to the @sweater-daddiesdumbdork ‘s Amber’s Any-FUCKING- Fandom Fic Challenge with the dialogue prompt #1:

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it”

Also my entry to the @mariessecretfantasies ‘s 500 Follower Writing Challenge with the prompt #29:

“You’re were broken-hearted and the world was, too. And I was beginning to lose my grip. And I have always hold it loosely, but this time I admit, I felt it really start to slip” Juno-Florence + the Machine.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

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Five years have passed, we pretend to be happy... well a part of us is so we've been building, but we still haven't been able to get quite a replenishment.  

While when we had to run away after the Civil War, we had a stable and happy life, although I could see how Steve missed being Captain America, he cared more than anyone found because he wanted me and our baby to be taken hostage, luckily no one suspected him as he was just two months old.

Steve and I had married a few weeks before the mission in Lagos, although perhaps misfortunes had begun since the HYDRA uprising, I'm not sure.  

I can't forget the day... The day our lives were ruined again, obviously, it wasn't Bruce's fault that he called us, we agreed that I'd stay in the house looking after our little daughter, so I had no idea what was going on.

When I heard the commotion outside I peeked out, while my daughter was sleeping when I turned to her, I no longer saw her in her crib, a girl of almost two years couldn't go very far, right?  

I started looking for her everywhere, when I moved the shelter of the crib I saw a cluster of ashes, what was going on?  

I called Steve, something wasn't right, I didn't understand anything, and did we have to run away again?

"I'll be home soon, first I have something to fix, everything will be fine, I promise.”

That's all Steve told me before I could ask anything else.  

The next few hours were eternal, I couldn't find my daughter anywhere, I turned on the TV, there was no sense the news they were given, how was it possible that people were disappearing?

If what the news was saying was true... So... my daughter was disappeared too?  

Thousands of questions appeared in my head, Steve promised me he would fix what was going on, I tried to call him several times, but he didn't answer, he didn't have the slightest idea of what to do.  

Steve came in the night, I started asking him a lot of things.

"What about Sarah?” He asked me.  

"I don't know... she disappeared... As... I do not know... Steve tell me what's going on..., “I asked sobbing.  

Steve was silent, I couldn't understand why he wouldn't tell me what had happened.

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Thanos... did what he... he wanted to eliminate half the universe...” 

“Eliminate half the universe?” I questioned.  

It seemed crazy what Steve was saying to me, nothing made sense, all I wanted was my baby back.  

"Yes, he got the stones of infinity and with a simple click he achieved it, he did not... I don't know how to fix it, forgive me, I couldn't...

I hugged him and we were crying for hours, the next month we tried with all our might to get everything back to normal, but we didn't succeed, nothing worked.  

Adapting was difficult, it took us a while, and however, three years later we had another baby.  

I was terrified, I didn't know how to tell her about the pregnancy, I didn't even know if she was ready.   

"Doll, you've been aloof last week, what's going on?” He asked me.

“You’re were broken-hearted and the world was, too. And I was beginning to lose my grip. And I have always hold it loosely, but this time I admit, I felt it start to slip.”

"I don't get it...” 

"We're going to have another baby," I confessed. 

Contrary to the reaction I expected, Steve smiled. 

"Okay, only this baby isn't going to impersonate our Sarah, we're going to have to buy new stuff.”  

Since Natasha found out she comes to visit us at least once a week, it's the only one we have contact with after they returned from that trip in space... everyone broke up, I thought it wouldn't be that different, it just looked like we'd never been a team or anything.

I guess it's because it was already having years since we were, maybe we never were and we didn't realize it, maybe we were just co-workers or just people who met each other.  

What we didn't count on Scott's arrival, how it would change our lives completely, though.  

"Are you sure you want to stay? Steve asked me. 

"Yes, someone has to take care of Becca, just... I hope...” 

"We'll fix everything, I promise.”

Those hours that passed seemed eternal, Becca was asleep while I was still immersed in my thoughts.  

As soon as Steve came back, I felt calmer. 

"What happened? “ I asked.  

"We have all the stones, now Tony will work on a gauntlet so we can get everything back to normal.”  

"Sounds good, but um...”  

“But?”  

"Becca... is it going to disappear?” My voice was trembling.  

In short, I didn't want to lose one daughter to get another one back.

"No, what we have experienced is not going to be erased, it will simply return to all the living beings that disappeared through the Snap....” 

“And those who died as a result of the Snap?” I questioned.  

Steve kept thinking for a few minutes, I wasn't sure if they had contemplated those cases.  

"Only those who went for the Snap, the others did not.  

I don't know what we should expect now, but if I knew something had happened to Steve.

"Stevie... do you have anything to tell me?”   

I was afraid of the answer, but it was better to know. He took air before he spoke.  

"On the time heist, something didn't go as planned on our 2012 visit, we had to go to 1970 and...”   

"And I saw Peggy," he confessed.  

I felt like I couldn't breathe, now I was afraid more than before to ask, Steve was going to abandon us?  

I didn't know what to ask, I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

“She found her right partner and I found mine.” 

"I don't understand...” 

"You are my right partner, the family we have formed, I love you so much Y/N.”  

"I love you too.” 

"We should start fixing another room, we'll soon have Sarah with us.”  

"Sure...”  

I was still trying to process what he told me.

"Doll, seriously you have nothing to worry about, it's you and me against the world, remember?”  

I nodded, it was what we said whenever there was a problem and some people thought we couldn't get over it. 

"We will be very happy, I promise.”

"Is something wrong?” Steve asked me as he gave me my drink.  

"Nothing, I just like to see our daughters playing together," I replied.  

Steve sat next to me and watched the scene. He was right, now we're very happy.

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[iwritethingstoo]

On The Run

Character: Dark!Gambit/Remy LeBeau x OFC (Kimi), Dark!Marvel

A/N: This is written for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​‘s  #sweatersanyficchallenge . Written with insporation from the Taylor Kitsch version of Gambit

This is a follow-up to In The Cards, but it’s not necessary to read that one before reading this. It is appreciated though.

Prompt: If I die, I’m haunting you first

Warnings: Dark!Gambit, mentions of loss of virginity, abuse and Non-Con, violence, swearing

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: After a tough first night, these 2 unlikely companions will have to work together to survive.

Kimi sat at the small table shuffling her tarot cards absent-mindedly while looking around the motel room she and her companion had chosen for the night.

She looked to the man whom she had been traveling with. In the time they had been together, she had come to know him as two people: Remy and Gambit.

Remy was strong and smart, but seemed a touch sad and lonely. He was also a flirt; often calling her Cher and kissing her hand. Kimi couldn’t tell if he liked her if that was just his personality shining through.

Gambit, on the other hand, was mysterious and a bit scary. He had forcefully taken her virginity on the first night they were together. At first, she was intrigued by him, but now she wanted nothing to do with him.

They were currently on the run from the X-Men. Their leader, Charles Xavier, wanted her to join them, but didn’t tell her that she wouldn’t be able to leave. She only learned that when Remy grabbed her from Xavier’s car and carried her away. That was 1 week ago. Since then, they had been staying in a new place every night.

Kimi shook her head and brought herself back to the little room. She looked down and saw that one of her tarot cards was lying face up on the table: The Tower. ‘What kind of sudden change?’ she thought as she drew another card. She stared at the 5 of Cups and she began to worry. Kimi had the ability to read tarot with unerring accuracy. This was why the X-Men wanted her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her mind. The 5 of Cups signified loss, bereavement and all the emotions that came with it. She didn’t have any family or close friends and that really only left herself. ‘It doesn’t necessarily mean….’ Her thought broke off as Remy stood from the bed.

“Are you sure you want to go back there, Cher? You and I both know, they’ll be waiting for us.” he looked sincerely concerned.

“We have to.” She nodded. “There’s something I need to get.” Today, they would be within walking distance of her old shop with her upstairs apartment. She hadn’t seen it since the day her life changed courses. She gathered her cards and slipped them into her pocket as she stood up. They left the motel room and headed towards the shopping district.

Kimi was about to turn the corner to her old block, but Remy stopped her and looked first. When he turned around, he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

“Last chance to back out.”

She shook her head and he handed her his bo staff. They turned the corner together and, even though they didn’t see anyone, walked cautiously to the shop. Just as Kimi reached the door, she noticed that it was open. She nudged it open with the staff and what she saw, brought her to tears. The place had been ransacked. All the drawers were open and their contents thrown across the room. The table and chairs where she used to read the cards for customers had been upturned and lay broken amongst the mess.

“Cher, we have to hurry. I hear someone coming. Go. I’ll stay here and keep whoever it is, busy.” Kimi wiped her eyes and nodded. She ran up the stairs and knelt on the floor where her bed should have been. One good thing about this mess was that she didn’t have to move it to get to the loose floorboard that was normally hidden. It looked as though no one had discovered her secret. She pried the wood up and looked into the small hole. There was a small box, no bigger than her tarot deck. She lifted it and examined it.

To any other person it was just a small block of wood with no opening, but she knew how to open it. Her grandmother had given it to her with her tarot deck and told her that the two were connected. She could still hear her grandmother’s words, ‘The right card will be the key to both this box and your life. When the time comes, it will open.’ Somehow Kimi knew now was the right time. She reached into her pocket and drew a card from the deck. As she held it against the box, she looked at the artwork. It depicted an angel with one foot in a river and the other on land. The angel was pouring liquid from one jar to another. Temperance showed a need for balance; a coming together of two things or people.

Kimi heard a small click and returned the card to her pocket. The box was open and inside was a silver oval-shaped locket. She took it carefully in her hand and set the box on the floor. Holding the locket to her chest, Kimi remembered her mother wearing it daily and only removing it to sleep.

“I didn’t think you would actually come back.” Kimi hadn’t heard anyone enter the room. She turned around to see Cyclops standing there with a stern look on his face.

“I have got to ask you. What’s up with the visor?” She clasped the locket around her neck as he began to speak.

“It helps me to control my powers.”

“Oooo. What kind of powers do you have?” Kimi smiled giddily.

“Energy beams that can destroy mountains.”

“From your eyes? Like laser beams? Can you only destroy mountains?”

“Do you always ask this many questions?” It was obvious that he was quickly becoming exasperated with her.

“You don’t have to be such a grump about it.”

“How about this? Come with us and I will answer all of your questions.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you or your paraplegic leader.” Kimi took a fighting stance with the bo staff held in front of her. She was nowhere near proficient with it, but Remy had shown her a few moves. She didn’t want to be a burden to him in a fighting situation so she begged him after their last confrontation with the X-Men until he gave in.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Please, just come have a civil conversation with us. Let Xavier tell you about all the good we do.”

“Why are you defending him? He’s an ass that will use whatever he can to get his way and I won’t stand for it.”

“You don’t understand. He wants to help you. He can train you, help you learn and strengthen your abilities.”

“Help me? That must be a joke.” She scoffed. “After what I’ve been through? And have you seen the state of my shop? That man is insane and so are you if you think this is helping anyone.” She spat at him.

“If that’s the way you want it, we’ll do this your way.” He reached up and pressed a button on the side of his visor. A red energy beam shot out of his eyes and made contact with the floor at Kimi’s feet causing her to fall through to the shop below.

‘I guess that answers one of my questions.’ She waved the dust from the air and saw Remy fighting a woman with white hair and skin the color of chocolate. At the moment, she had lightning crackling around her hands and up her arms.

“Storm? What are you doing here?” Cyclops jumped down the hole and spoke to the woman.

“The Professor sent me to help you.” Storm relaxed and the lightning subsided.

“Leave it to Xavier to send one of the most powerful X-Men to help retrieve a simple woman.” As they spoke to each other, Remy extended his hand to Kimi and helped her to her feet.

“Is she really that strong?” Kimi whispered to Remy who nodded.

“We need to get out of here. This is too dangerous now.” he whispered back.

“Remy, I want you to know that if I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“Is that a promise, Cher?” He gave her a smirk and turned back to Storm and Cyclops who had already returned their attention to the runaways.

Storm’s blue eyes glowed white and the air began to stir. She sent a forceful gust of wind at Remy that sent him flying backwards into the wall. He stood and shook the rubble from the crumbling wall off his shoulders. Kimi saw that his eyes had darkened. She gulped; the situation just went from bad to worse. She hadn’t seen Gambit in a week. Her heartbeat picked up as she relived the trauma.

‘No, not now.’ She fought against the thoughts freezing her in place and took a deep breath. She tightened her grip on the bo staff and faced Cyclops. She swung the staff and aimed for his legs to knock him down, but he jumped, avoiding her attack. This left her wide open and he took the opportunity to punch for her jaw. Kimi’s wide swing caused her to stumble back and she watched as his fist passed inches from her face.

She regained her composure and tried again; this time aiming for his head. Kimi felt the vibration up her arm when Cyclops grabbed the staff before it could hit. He pressed his visor to send an energy beam that would hit her directly, but a tornado from across the room picked her up and the beam missed her. Kimi was thrown against the wall and landed next to Gambit. He let out a growl, grabbed Kimi and ran out of the building, stopping only to throw several of his playing cards which exploded when they reached the two X-Men.

When they were far enough away to be safe, he set Kimi down and she saw that his eyes had returned to their normal color. ‘Thank goodness.’ She couldn’t deal with Gambit on top of everything else right now. They continued walking and after a few minutes Remy spoke.

“What did we go there for anyways?”

“This.” She grabbed the locket. “It was my mother’s.” She looked down and saw that it was now charred and mangled, no longer resembling the oval it once had. Tears formed in her eyes and spilled over onto her cheeks. ‘Maybe the inside is still salvageable.’ She tried to pry it open, but that only resulted in the whole piece crumbling to dust. Kimi dropped to her knees and put her head in her hands as she let it all out. She had lost her only home and the last possession of her mother’s in one day. What did she have left? She only had the clothes on her back and the cards in her pocket.

As though on cue, she felt the pull of the deck. She tried to ignore it, but the tarot had a mind of their own. She took hold of a card and raised it to eye level. It was the 10 of Swords; rock bottom. How could things get any worse? She returned the card to the deck, but did not move from her spot on the ground.

“We can’t stay here, Cher. We have to find somewhere to shelter for the night.” Remy took her gently in his arms bridal style and started for the nearest motel.

The next morning, Kimi woke up with a determination she had never known. The X-Men, and especially Xavier, needed to pay for taking everything from her. She and Remy decided to train more with the bo staff today. After an hour of practice, Remy suggested that they take a break for the day and find something to eat and drink. He left to grab food and while he was gone, Kimi took a shower.

They sat on the motel floor and ate in silence until Kimi had finished half of her sandwich. She washed it down with a sip of water before clearing her throat.

“Tell me about the X-Men. I need to know more about our enemies.”

“You can’t go looking for trouble. I’m teaching you to protect yourself against one or two, but there are more of them than a small army.”

“I need to know what we’re up against. Obviously, they aren’t going to stop.” Remy paused and let out a sigh before starting.

“Most of them are mutants; a type of human with superhuman abilities. Some are normal humans. The most important thing to know is that they are all trained and dangerous if you oppose them.”

“We’re already opposing them and we can’t run forever. We have to take a stand at some point.” Kimi argued.

“I’m sure we will, but I want you to be more prepared before that. No sense walking in there with nothing, Cher. You have to be patient.” He looked into her eyes hoping that she could see how serious this was. “For now, we have to move. Can’t stay in one place for too long.”

They had been walking in silence for a couple hours when Remy grew tense. He grabbed several cards from his trenchcoat’s inner pocket and threw them. They exploded just moments after Kimi saw a blur move from that spot and towards them. Where the blur landed, a man stood with broad shoulders and what looked like metal blades coming out of his knuckles.

“We need to talk.” He had a deep gruff voice.

“Logan.” Remy said curtly. “Not you too.” He didn’t wait for a response before running in and throwing a punch. Logan countered by running his blades through Remy’s abdomen. Remy fell to the ground, bleeding. Kimi felt tears welling in her eyes. She did the only thing she knew to do and took an unsure stance. She couldn’t possibly win, but she wouldn’t go down without a fight. She waited to see what the man would do and was surprised when he retracted the blades into his knuckles.

“Don’t just stand there. We need to get him inside and treat his wounds.” He picked up the unconscious Remy and waited for Kimi to follow him.

“I don’t understand. Why are you helping? You just stabbed him.”

“Remy is too hasty for his own good, but your mother asked me to help you.”

“My mother died when I was 6.”

“No,” He shook his head. “She’s alive and in the Xavier Institute in New York.”

“Why would she be there?”

“Your mother is a mutant.”

Also tagging:

@nellblazer​, @official-and-unstable-satan​

#sweatersanyficchallenge #dark!marvel #dub-con #non-con #loss of virginity #violence #Dark!Gambit #Dark!Remy lebeau #fanfiction #dark!fic #dark!fanfiction #abuse #tarot #writing challenge

[donutloverxo]

Morning lovin'

This is for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork challenge.

Please do not steal or repost my works. Reblogs are welcome.

Summary- Ransom doesn't want you to go to work.

Warnings- smut, edging, ransom being an ass

Pairing- Ransom Drysdale x reader

Word count- 1.1k

Masterlist

You woke up to the ear-piercing sound of your alarm. Moaning you switched it off, the bold numbers reading 7:00 am. You huffed kicking the comforter off of you. It was always a struggle to get up after a long night of intense loving (if you could call it that)

You frowned looking at the asshole laying on his back next to you. Sprawled out over your bed as if he owns it. His naked chest moving while he snores softly without a care in the world.

You shivered when your naked feet touched the cold ground. Looking out the floor to ceiling window of your Boston penthouse. You never failed to appreciate it. You had worked hard for it. One of the reasons you refused to move in with Ransom. And you weren’t looking forward to the long commute.

Speaking of, the asshole practically begged you to accompany him to his grandfathers house for a dinner party. You drove out for over an hour only to leave in like thirty minutes because he didn’t want to share your attention with them.

However, you knew the real reason. His family were making snide comments as they usually do. They were oh so surprised that Ransom actually managed to get a woman like you. Or why would someone like you be with Ransom.

You, being a rational individual, chose to ignore it. You didn’t care about their opinions. Ransom however indulged them, fired back at them, only ended up making himself angry and agitated.

Instead of letting you talk to him about it, to give you a chance to explain that he’s it for you, he edged you, fucked you in every way possible until four in the morning (not that you didn’t enjoy every second of it) Most days sex seemed to be his solution for all your problems.

You gasped at your reflection in your vanity mirror. Hair still wet from your shower and water dripping off of your body. There was hickeys and love marks everywhere. Your wrists were bruised from the scarf, he used to tie to you a bit too harshly. Your ass was a bright shade of red. Your hips bruised.

You could deal with all of that later on, right now you had to get ready. You used a good amount of concealer to cover up the bite marks on your neck.

It took over an hour but you were ready for the day. You put on a charcoal black pantsuit with a white blouse. That would be the best way to hide the marks. You went back to your bedroom expecting to see Ransom lounging on your bed.

He was nowhere to be seen, your bed a wreck with your clothes littered across the room. You sighed already tired, it’ll take a while to clean up. Unlike ransom you didn’t have a maid at your beck and call.

You jumped when you felt his arms pulling you into his chest hugging you from behind.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he bent down to bite your ear.

“Ransom come on I have to go to work let me go” You tap at his hand. When he doesn’t let up you struggle to shake yourself off of him. Trying and failing to free yourself of his hold. All those hours spent at the gym really paid off for him.

“You don’t need to work. I can take care of you” He rutted into your ass letting you know just how aroused and naked he was. He started trailing kisses down your neck sucking and nibbling here and there.

“We’ve talked about this a million times! That’s not happening” You clenched your thighs trying your best to hold in your moan.

“Call in sick then” He snaked a hand up your blouse cupping your breast through your bra. He knew just how to pull at your strings to make you bend to his will.

“I can’t” You yelped as he picked you up, carrying you to your bed in his arms.

You half-heartedly tried to fight him off while he unzipped your pants and pulled them down along with your panties. When he got his mouth on you, you couldn’t keep up the charade anymore. You moaned and whined pulling on his hair while pushing him deeper into your cunt.

You were still raw and sore from the previous night, it didn’t take him long to bring you to the edge “Oh I’m gonna cum” you cried. Fuck work. Fuck everything else in the whole world that isn’t him and you.

But...he pulled away. You should’ve known. You groaned looking down to see him smirking at you. He climbed up above you taking off your blouse followed by your bra.

You smacked his shoulder making him frown. But he went back to fondling and squeezing your breasts. “I’m sore from last night” you snapped still frustrated over your ruined orgasm.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll be gentle” He promised.

You gave in. You were too worked up to ask him to stop now. His broad shoulders never failed to make you swoon. You held onto them as he pushed into you. Your overworked sensitive cunt burning in a way that had you moaning and whining under him.

You looked up to him staring down at you, his lips pressed in a firm line while he kept rutting into you slowly. You shrinked under his tense gaze. He bottomed out rolling his pelvis against your clit. You whimpered throwing your head back.

“You want to cum?” You nodded miserably.

“Say that you’ll never leave me” He commanded but there was a hint of desperation brimming in his tone.

“I’ll never leave you. I swear” You screamed. You would've said anything then just to get him to give you that sweet relief.

He pushed two fingers inside your mouth, urging you to suck on them. You sucked them harshly swirling your tongue around them.

All too soon he pulled them out of your mouth. He captured your lips with his forcing his tongue in. Bringing his hand down he played with your clit with his fingers, swallowing your moans in his mouth.

You raked your nails down his back. He groaned pulling back to look at you again, to watch you fall apart. He shoved his dick deep inside you to hit your g-spot. Your cries echoed around the room as you came hard on him.

He groaned at your cunt clenching around him milking him. He gave you two harsh thrusts coming inside you. Cursing he dropped his weight on top of you.

Shifting under him you pushed him up “Ransom?” you caressed his face as he leaned into your hand “You know I love you right? Why does it matter what anyone else thinks?”

“It doesn’t” He said firmly pulling out of you.

You had to call in sick from work since you could barely walk straight. You spent the rest of the day cuddling and eating chinese takeout. He did finally come around and forget about the whole thing. Going back to being his usual asshole self.

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[buckeroonie323]

Alpine?

Alpine?

Prompt: "Is the cat in a onesie?" "Uh, no."

Word count. 1.1k

Paring: Husband!Bucky x Reader

Warning so much fluff headed your way babey.

Finally after training new recruits all day, you get to the house that you share with your husband and one of his best friends. "HONEY I'M HOME!" you raise your voice over the music that is flooding the house.

You manage to get your shoes off before you're half tackled by Sam. "Hey, sugar. So, we were making your favorite dinner because we both love you very much." He has put you out at arms length by this point.

"Right Bucky? We love your wife!!" He yells behind him to the kitchen. "Sammy what is going on? What did you two do?" You start to walk further into the house."Of course I love my wife bird brain. Why do you think I tricked her into marrying me and beating you to it? Keep her out of the kitchen would you?" You hear Bucky say fondly.

With a smile on your face you start to pass the living room, gaming room and towards the kitchen. Just before you get to the kitchen, Sam grabs your arm. The momentum pulling you in and he starts to dance with you. Letting out a peal of laughter you dance with him.

"What are you up to Samuel?" You ask him quietly while swaying with him. "Oh, little ol me? I'm an angel, baby. I am always on the right path." He gives you a twirl while you chuckle at his choice of words. They're kind of ironic. 

"You ready? Watch this." As Sam pulls you back into his arms he dips you. After the shock of it and a little bit of laughter, you spot your cat Alpine hiding under the sofa chair. Sam pulls you up carefully. He gives you a hug. "Okay sweet cheeks I need you to sit in here until dinner is done. Sergeant's orders. Won't be too long now."

After you were given that "order" you sit on the couch with a small smile on your face. "Alpine baby come on out." You coo at your little fur baby. With a tiny mew and a leap Alpine is on your lap with a onesie on? "Hey Buck!" You call to the kitchen. He comes out his apron is covered in flour. He has his hair in a cute bun on the crown of his head. Your first thought is how lucky you are to have him.

"What's up doll?" He comes over behind you. Tipping your head back he puts a soft kiss on your forehead. "How was your day? Was training the fresh meat any more fun than usual? I missed you." While he talks you feel his hands on your shoulders rubbing soothingly.you say with sarcasm dripping from your words.

"Oh, it has never been so exciting." You close your eyes "I missed you too honey. On a good note Riley has been making significant progress. Jace on the other hand is falling behind. I don't know how to help them. I just feel like they don't want to be in this program."

Bucky still rubbing your shoulders asks you. "Do you think something might be bothering them? Maybe they're having troubles with their partner." You hum and nod in agreement. After sitting in comfortable silence for a little while you ask.

"Is the cat in a onesie?" You chuckle while giving Alpine a little bit of a pat on the head. "Uh, no." I only ask because it looks like my baby is wearing a onesie." You hold up Alpine and the most unimpressed look is on that poor cat's face.

The onesie is soft and it's a replica of Steve's Captain America suit. With a hearty chuckle Bucky takes Alpine from you and holds your fur baby to his chest. Comes around to sit on the couch with you.

"Look it also has a little toy shield that comes with it. The Shield has catnip in it so I haven't let Alpine have it yet. Sam hasn't seen it. I also have the rest of the avengers as onesies." You giggle then kiss him.

"So, what were you making in there that caused such a mess baby?" You say wiping a little spot of flour off his cheek. "Uh, we were trying to make the fancy Mac n cheese you like." He says with a soft blush. "Why thank you Bucky. I really appreciate your efforts."

Sam pops his head out of the kitchen. "Hey what am I? Chopped liver?" He walks over and sits on the couch. "Of course not Sammy boy. Your efforts are just as appreciated." You give him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks sugar. Cute onesie Alpine."

There's a measured pause like he's thinking about something really important. "So here's the thing. You know how I've been hanging out with Alex a lot right?" He asks carefully. "Yeah! I love them, you should have invited them to dinner. I miss how cute they are."

You snuggle into Bucky's side resting your legs on Sam's thighs. "Who am I going to talk about star wars with? Not mister geezer over here that agrees with Steve that star trek is better. Which just isn't true." After you and Sam have a good laugh and Bucky tickles you for the offence of calling him a geezer. You all settle down.

"The thing is that I am moving in with them this week. We got an apartment downtown Manhattan. Soon you'll have the house to yourselves." Sam says confidently.

"Oh, so you're finally leaving the nest my baby bird?" You coo at him while grabbing his hand. "I thought you were going to take this a lot harder. Are you okay doll?" Bucky says in your ear but loud enough for Sam to hear.

"Of course I'm okay baby. Sammy I'm glad that you're happy. That's all I want to see. I mean it sure is going to be quiet around here though." They both chuckle and look at you fondly.

"Upside I get to walk around naked again." You say with a devious smile. "What do you mean?! You could have walked around full birthday suit I would not have minded." Sam pipes up. "Only because you bought the house and you should be able to walk naked if you please." He back pedals so hard.

You feel more than hear the grumble in Bucky's chest. "Nice save bird brain." Bucky says while you're stifling a laugh. "Okay dinner should be ready by now sweetheart. Sam, can you handle setting the table?" Bucky mocks him lovingly while standing up. Just guys being dudes. You love these dumb boys. You can't wait for next week. Bye-bye Sammy. Hello nakey time.

The end.

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Hey! I hope your are doing well. I just read about your #sweatersanyficchallenge and would love to participate! QuickTime wanted to check two things- 1) What is the deadline for the submission? 2) Is moodboard number 7 still available? I am excited to write it with mob!Thanos.

Hey babes! Excited to have you. 1. There is no deadline, submit whenever is good for you, just make sure to let me know with a tag and message as Tumblr tends to eat them. 2. 7 be all yours babes. Have fun writing a mob!thanos. 😳😊

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Con el corazón roto

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora.                

Palabras: 1061 palabras.

Sinopsis: En el chasquido perdieron lo que más querían, ¿cómo sobrellevaran dicha pérdida?

Advertencias: Angst

N/A: Este fic es narrado desde el punto de vista de la Lectora, así que está en primera persona.

Esta es mi entrada para Amber’s Any-FUCKING- Fandom Fic Challenge con la frase #1:

“Por favor, no me mientas otra vez, no puedo soportarlo.”

Así como mi entrada para 500 Follower Writing Challenge con la frase #29:

“Estabas con el corazón roto y el mundo también. Y empezaba a perder el control. Y siempre lo he tenido libremente, pero esta vez lo admito, sentí que realmente empezar a resbalar” Juno-Florence + the Machine.

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien. DISCLAIMER:Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

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Cinco años han pasado, fingimos ser felices…bueno una parte de nosotros lo es por lo que hemos ido construyendo, pero aun así no hemos podido reponernos del todo.

Si bien cuando tuvimos que huir después de la Guerra Civil, habíamos conseguido una vida estable y feliz, aunque podía notar como Steve extrañaba ser el Capitán América, pero le importaba más que nadie encontrara porque quería que nos tomaran de rehén a mí y al bebé que estaba esperando, por suerte nadie lo sospecho ya que apenas tenía dos meses.

Steve y yo nos habíamos casado unas semanas antes de la misión en Lagos, aunque quizás las desgracias habían comenzado desde la sublevación de HYDRA, no estoy segura.

No puedo olvidar el día…el día que nuestras vidas se arruinaron de nuevo, obviamente no fue culpa de Bruce el haberlo llamado, acordamos que yo me quedaría en la casa cuidando a nuestra pequeña hija, así que no tenía ni idea de lo que ocurría.

Al escuchar la conmoción afuera me asomé, mi hija estaba durmiendo, cuando volteé hacia ella, ya no la vi en su cuna, una niña de casi dos años no podía ir muy lejos o ¿sí?

Comencé a buscarla por todos lados, cuando moví la cobija de la cuna vi un cúmulo de cenizas, ¿qué estaba pasando?

Le marqué a Steve, algo no estaba bien, no entendía nada, ¿teníamos que huir de nuevo?

—Llegare pronto a casa, primero tengo algo que solucionar, todo estará bien, te lo prometo.

Fue lo único que Steve me dijo antes de que yo pudiese preguntar algo más.

Las siguientes horas me parecieron eternas, no encontraba a mi hija en ningún lado, prendí el televisor, no tenía sentido alguno las noticias que estaban dando, ¿cómo era posible que la gente estuviese desapareciendo?

Si lo que el noticiero decía era verdad…entonces… ¿mi hija había desaparecido?

Miles de preguntas aparecían en mi cabeza, Steve me prometió que arreglaría lo que estuviese pasando, lo traté de llamar varias veces, pero no contestaba, no tenía ni la más mínima idea de que hacer.

Steve llegó en la noche, comencé a preguntarle miles de cosas.

— ¿Y Sarah? —me preguntó.

—No sé…desapareció…como…no sé…Steve dime que está pasando… —pedí sollozando.

Steve se quedó callado, no entendía por qué no me contaba lo que había ocurrido.

— Por favor, no me mientas otra vez, no puedo soportarlo.

—Thanos…logró su cometido…él quería eliminar a la mitad de universo…

— ¿Eliminar a la mitad del universo? —cuestioné.

Parecía un disparate lo que Steve me decía, nada tenía sentido, lo único que quería era a mi bebé de regreso.

—Sí, consiguió las gemas del infinito y con un simple chasquido lo logró, no…no sé cómo arreglarlo, perdóname, no pude…

Lo abracé y estuvimos llorando por horas, el siguiente mes intentamos con todas nuestras fuerzas regresar todo a la normalidad, pero no tuvimos éxito, nada funcionó.

Volvernos a adaptar fue difícil, nos tomó tiempo, sin embargo tres años después tuvimos otro bebé.

Estaba aterrada, no sabía cómo decirle sobre el embarazo, ni siquiera sabía yo si estaba lista.

—Muñeca, has estado distante la última semana, ¿qué pasa? —me preguntó.

—Estabas con el corazón roto y el mundo también. Y empezaba a perder el control. Y siempre lo he tenido libremente, pero esta vez lo admito, sentí que realmente empezar a resbalar

—No entiendo…

—Vamos a tener otro bebé —confesé.

Contraria a la reacción que esperaba, Steve sonrió.

—Está bien, sólo que este bebé no va a suplantar a nuestra Sarah, tendremos que comprar cosas nuevas.

Desde que Natasha se enteró viene a visitarnos al menos una vez a la semana, básicamente es con la única con la que tenemos contacto, después de que regresaron de ese viaje en el espacio…todos se separaron, creí que no sería tan diferente, simplemente parecía que nunca hubiéramos sido un equipo ni nada.

Supongo que es porque ya tenía años que no lo éramos, quizás nunca lo fuimos y no nos dimos cuenta, quizás simplemente éramos compañeros o simples compañeros de trabajo.

Sin embargo lo que no contábamos era con la llegada de Scott, ni cómo nos cambiaría la vida por completo.

— ¿Segura que te quieres quedar? —me preguntó Steve.

—Sí, alguien tiene que cuidar a Becca, sólo…espero que…

—Arreglaremos todo, te lo prometo.

Esas horas que pasaron parecieron eternas, Becca estaba dormida mientras yo seguía sumida en mis pensamientos.

En cuanto Steve volvió, me sentí más tranquila.

— ¿Qué pasó? —pregunté.

—Tenemos todas las gemas, ahora Tony trabajará en un guantelete para que podamos regresar todo a la normalidad.

—Suena bien, pero mmm…

— ¿Pero?

— ¿Becca…va a desaparecer? —mi voz era temblorosa.

En definitiva no quería perder una hija para recuperar otra.

—No, no se va a borrar lo que hemos vivido, simplemente van a regresar a todos los seres vivos que desaparecieron por el Chasquido….

— ¿Y los que murieron como consecuencia del Chasquido? —cuestioné.

Steve se quedó pensando unos minutos, no estaba segura si habían contemplado esos casos.

—Sólo los que se fueron por el Chasquido, los demás no.

No sé qué deberíamos de esperar ahora, pero si sabía que algo le había pasado a Steve.

—Stevie… ¿tienes algo que decirme?

Tenía miedo de la respuesta, pero era mejor saberlo. Él tomó aire antes de hablar.

—En el viaje en el tiempo, algo no salió como lo planeábamos en nuestra visita al 2012, tuvimos que ir a 1970 y…

— ¿Y?

—Y vi a Peggy —confesó.

Sentí como si no pudiera respirar, ahora temía más que antes preguntar, ¿Steve las iba a abandonar?

No sabía que preguntar, abrí la boca, pero ningún sonido salió.

—Ella encontró a su pareja ideal y yo a la mía.

—No entiendo…

—Tú eres mi pareja ideal, la familia que hemos formado, te amo tanto T/N.

—Yo también te amo.

—Deberíamos empezar a arreglar otro cuarto, pronto tendremos a Sarah con nosotros.

—Claro…

Aún intentaba procesar lo que él me decía.

—Muñeca, en serio no tienes nada de qué preocuparte, somos tú y yo contra el mundo, ¿lo recuerdas?

Asentí, era lo que decíamos siempre que había algún problema y alguno creía que no podríamos superarlo.

—Seremos muy felices, te lo prometo.

— ¿pasa algo? —me preguntó Steve mientras me daba mi bebida.

—Nada, sólo me gusta ver a nuestras hijas jugando juntas —respondí.

Steve se sentó a mi lado a observar la escena.

Él tenía razón, ahora somos muy felices.

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