#yes i also know i signed twice my signature was just so fucking faint on the og versions

[spearxwind]

Ice bitches (super hell edition) 

#windyart #oc ref sheet #lev #set #belial #placeholder name for this form!! #rubix #i am not immune to giving my ocs monster forms #btw reminder that lev belongs to @strikingcord so this is a joint oc #also yes those piercings ARE going through the skulls #yes i also know i signed twice my signature was just so fucking faint on the og versions #and i wanted it to be annoying

[johnkrrasinski]

𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐥𝐞

Chapter 4: Leaving Out the Side Door

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Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers (in future chapters) x Reader

Word Count: 2,325

Summary: Steve Rogers; a Hollywood A-lister and your clandestine occasional hookup. Best friends since childhood, but people change and friendships fall out. Now you were merely strangers with benefits. What happens when one day you stopped being his doormat to be a better man’s queen? The selfish Steve Rogers would not like it. How far is he willing to go to get his favorite possession back?

Warnings: smut, non-con/dub-con, dark Steve (in later chapter), angst, Steve Rogers is an asshole in this one, no redeeming qualities. (MUST BE 18+)

A/N: this series is dedicated to the lovely @belovedcherry​​​ who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for being a friend when i truly needed it. i’m really glad that you trusted me to write this story for you. with all my heart, i sincerely hope you like it. this series will be updated every day.

You were on your knees with your hands tied behind your back as he vigorously thrust into you. Your heartbeat pounded in your rib cage and you began to feel numb from the hours he had fucked you. Steve was relentless when he was chasing his own climax, greedily used you as a tool; giving zero fucks about your pleasure or your discomfort, to dump his load in.

Steve didn’t need to see your face or hear your consent. He could go on and on for hours and still not feel satisfied. One thing that you had learned from this being in this dead-end friends with benefits thing with Steve Rogers is that his stamina was relentless. And he wouldn’t think twice about getting what he needed whenever he needed it.

Steve impaled you as your face was squeezed into the pillow, you could hear the squelching noises from the ceaseless cycle of disposing his semen in you and then pushed it back in when he was ready for the next round. Your head began to feel dizzy and your visions turned hazy. You’d tell him to stop because you couldn’t take it anymore, but you knew you didn’t have any strength left in your body to do so.

So you ascended from your body and let him take the wheel; allowing him to go as fast as he wished. He kept hammering until he felt your cunt clenching around him and his cock pulsated, then the line blurred as the coil inside you burst, withering every nerve in your body.

“Ah, fuck.” He grunted. He stayed still inside you until he felt himself softening and then he retreated.

Steve unbound your wrists and he threw himself on the other side of the bed. You knew better than turning to his side and cuddle on his chest unwarranted. He always expected you to get up and get out of his house instantly because he either had another place to attend and didn’t want to see you still here when he comes home or he was ready for another hookup.

Every now and then, you’d let him use you to fulfil his needs and you’d volunteer in cleaning his apartment afterwards. Even after those countless nights where you weren’t the one who made a mess of his sheets.

Ever since that night in your dorm; the first time you were reborn into a blossomed woman and the first time Steve paved the way of traversing to the electric piquancy of venereal act for you, you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t stop letting him through your door or drive to his place at three in the morning just so he could let off some steam.

Every time you try to say no, he’d always pay you a visit unannounced. He’d paralyze you with his words and freeze you with his unchaste touches. “Shh, let me make you feel good, baby. You just gotta surrender yourself to me.”

You’d try to push him away but your brittle tenacity was unavailing. Fast forward to five years later, when you finally got your degree and life vagabondized to unexpected places, your sex life was still staying still in one spot.

You were recruited by National Institute of Mental Health as their project manager. You were possibly the youngest candidate to occupy this position but they were very impressed by your resume and your interview that they didn’t have any better choice than giving you the job.

You loved it, you excelled at what you do. Helping people and tending for their mental health was the aim of your life. You had a clear vision of how you were going to initiate a concept, plan a strategy and execute the plan. You respected your colleagues and vice versa. It was a suitable environment for you to work in and you enjoyed every minute of it.

Your best friend aka your former roommate, Natasha was your rock. You still talked to her everyday and she’d always text you in case she couldn’t call. You’d exchange stories about how your days went and she’d always send you pictures or videos of her adorable cat, Liho. It always carved a smile on your face.

The same goes for Wanda, although with her busy schedule of graduate school and supervised experience made things a little difficult for you to stay in touch, she still updated every nugatory detail of her life. You loved her and you missed her excruciatingly. You had driven to New Haven during some weekends to see her and spend time with her, but when the weekend was over, you had to return to New York because your job was waiting for you.

They were your two most endeared girls and you couldn’t wait for the day you finally introduce them to each other. Natasha and Wanda had said hi to each other a few times back when you were still living in the same dorm but, you really wanted to spend time with the two of them at the same time. They would totally click.

But if anyone asks you about your love life? Well, how could you explain something that was nonexistent?

Unless “friends” with benefit counts for something…

A bell on your apartment dinged and you reached for the door. A man in black with purple nuances uniform showed up with a package in his hands. “Miss Y/L/N?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Here’s your delivery. Sign here please.” He handed you a piece of paper to draw your signature on and you accepted it without question, knowing full well it was another extravagant gift from Steve. Yep, that Steve.

The Steve Rogers.

A Brooklyn-born movie star of various blockbuster films, a remarkable singer and the face of Calvin Klein’s campaign this year… and Gucci Guilty’s last year.

The notorious womanizer but it was all good because he was the man. When you had starred alongside Leonardo DiCaprio and posed next to Oprah, who would give a shit if you never stopped playing the field, right?

And because he was The Steve Rogers, he could’ve spent his money on any lavish item and he could’ve put his dick wherever he wanted it. That included you, being the object of his wealthiness and his manliness.

How many times had you tried to reason with him when he constrained you to come over after a drunken hookup with a twenty-something model to clean up the mess and take out the trash? Perhaps just a few numbers exceeding the number of times he’d play the most charming man in the world only to forget your existence until he wanted you again.

So your feet innately transported you to your car, wearing the brand-new crimson red, bodycon dress with deep V-neck that displayed your cleavage, spaghetti straps baring your arms and a backless design that made you shiver due to the crisp air and drove to a place you had grown so accustomed to.

And this was the God knows how many times you were corrupted on his bed again. You had been so busy with your upcoming project that NIMH was ready to announce but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to resist the urge to come over to his place.

You stood on your wobbly feet, cleaned yourself up and see yourself out. Wouldn’t want to keep another mistress waiting in line…

Three weeks have passed since you last slept with Steve Rogers. Whispers on the streets chirped that he had been occupied with shooting a new film, erotic thriller slash mystery genre. Seems appropriate.

You yourself had been snowed under your work. The fundraiser event that NIMH was holding had been wearing you down but it was all worth it when the show was on. Negotiating with sponsorships, seeking donations and managing ticket sales were not easy, and it was all part of your responsibility because you were the boss, but you aced it anyway.

You were also responsible to hire professional entertainers and well, knowing that you got some connections to a well-known actor, of course, he was the first name on your list. But due to schedule conflicts, he couldn’t make it. It wasn’t a problem though, you still had a long list of names; film stars, movie producers, musicians, directors, moguls, etc.

You stood in your black sequin dress at the corner of the venue, inhaling all the sedulity and gumption you had invested in this event for the past couple of months. A part of you was secretly hoping that Steve would be here to see it, but you quickly eliminated those thoughts away.

9th-grade summer break. Upon the verdant hills overlooking the tranquil lake below; the moon’s faint glow ricochets on the water.

“What do you wanna be when you grow up, y/n?” his head reclined on his the palms of his hand, arms sprawled out like a butterfly’s wings.

“I wanna… Help people. My mom is a nurse and my whole life I watched her taking care of people she’d never met and I wanna have her big heart. I wanna do something that saves people.” you beheld the twinkling stars in the crepuscular sky, privily prayed that every word would come true.  

“You wanna be a nurse like her too?” His eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know… Maybe I’ll host a charity event or something and then I’ll use all the money for those who need it. It looks cool in the movies.”

“When I make it, I’ll come to your event and help raise the money too! People would be interested in giving money to celebrities, right?” the credence glinted in his eyes.

“But the money will not be for you, doofus.”

“Yeah, I know!” he chided. “I wouldn’t take a single cent even if I could. My mom taught me that if I were given the chance to put others first before me… I should and I will respect her legacy.”

You watched the host and your project leader, Tony Stark stood behind the acrylic podium and he greeted the crowd a good evening. He opened his speech, cajoling the guests with his words to share a little bit of their wealth as many as possible and closed it with a cordial adieu.

You made your way to one of the most respected guests; Benjamin Woods was sitting on the fifth table. Two times Oscar nominee and you were jittery to talk to him, but in this line of work, you were trained to be confident and act like one of the elites. So you weren’t going to freak out like an obsessive fan, you gotta keep it cool and classy. Plus, during the briefing, you were told to fraternize with as many of the guest as possible, persuade them to help us reach the goal.

You had your eyes set on the target until you bumped on a six-foot man, spilling the martini in his hand all over your dress. It caused a few heads turning but that was the last thing you cared about right now. “Shit!” you squawked.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry miss.” a British accent was hinted.

You grabbed a napkin from the nearest table to wipe away the stain but of course, it was futile. He offered a hand by saying “here, let me help.”

“No, no it’s fine, I’ll-” you looked up to see a handsome man with a pair of grey, slightly blue and green fused at the core. His dark brown hair matched the stubble covering his entire jaw and you were captivated by the work of art that was his face. Man, what a gorgeous creature. “…Manage.”

“I’m truly sorry, I must really stop reading through my emails while walking.”

“Don’t worry about it, sir. It happens.”

“Can I at least get you a drink? I’d feel really bad if I don’t do anything to compensate for my error.”

You averted your gaze from him to the person you really wanted to talk to but that could wait. You still got a few more hours to properly introduce yourself. “Yeah, why not?”

“Splendid.” You both walked toward the bar and sat on the stools. The next thing you knew, you had spent the last one hour talking and acquainting with this man. Apparently, he was the executive director of Filmmakers Without Borders where funding films and new media projects that aligned with themes of social justice, empowerment and cultural exchange was the prime focus of his job. He believed that if he could support ideas that would make the world a better place, he’d do it without a second thought.

He was also a big traveler. He loved seeing magical places in foreign countries, he was keen on exploring new cultures and learning new languages even if he could only recollect a few basic words. He claimed that he had traveled to nine countries in Asia and he planned to travel across Europe, his so-called home, once he had conquered the omnifarious continent.

And what enthralled your heart the most about him was that he was a proud father of two adorable dogs; a greyhound and a pomeranian and a benign Siberian cat. He spoke about them so fondly. He showed you pictures of them and he said that he’d love for you to meet them. Oh man, was that a subtle invitation to come over to his place soon in the future?

He was a real gentleman, courtesy and multifaceted were the proper words to describe this man, and you had only known him for one hour. Eventually, duty calls and you still had a role to play in this event, but before you could hop off the stool, he had asked you for your number and you gladly gave it to him. You had a feeling that this wasn’t farewell but rather, an incipience. The question is… What could it be of?

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[daisbucky]

Call Me Baby (Bucky x Reader)

pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes prompt: ‘i keep calling tech support because you’re helpful and also your voice is really cute’ au warnings: none word count: 1587  authors note: I’m too indecisive of how I wanna write my other series so I thought why not write something else instead (help me).

Bucky doesn’t listen to a lot of things Sam tells him to do, hell, Bucky tunes out Sam’s voice most of the time, but for some reason, Bucky decided to listen to Sam’s suggestion to get a job outside of being an Avenger, more specifically Sam told Bucky he should become tech support because of how ‘monotonous’ his voice was. 

Bucky was half-offended at his comment but also decided, why the hell not? He wasn’t doing much at the tower besides training till he got his next mission so why not do something else? 

Thanks to Tony, who managed to pull a few strings, Bucky was now working as tech support for Bank of America part-time. Because of Bucky’s special case, instead of working at one of Bank of America’s tech support offices, he was able to work at one of the offices at the Avenger’s tower instead. 

It wasn’t all bad; Bucky picked up on the terminology quickly and didn’t have difficulty with helping out anyone who called. If he was full-time, Bucky would probably be one of the best tech support, his soothing voice calmed even the most irate person.

It was around 3 in the morning when Bucky clocked in for work. He had just gotten back from a short mission with Natasha, nothing too serious.

After a quick shower he walked into the small office room specifically for him. Since no one was awake, he didn’t bother to wear much, just his most comfortable black sweatpants that hung low on his waist.

He placed on his headset and signed on the computer, typing his password with ease. He signed on the network portal of BoA, quickly typing in his information and within seconds he was logged on for work.

Most of the time around this hour, he would be helping customers through their IM chat support, rarely anyone called so early in the morning.

Once Bucky finished helping out an old lady who thought they lost their card, the telephone on his desk began to ring.

He lets out a yawn before picking it up, his smooth, velvety voice stating their signature line, “Hello, this is James, tech support for Bank of America, how can I help you?”

You almost drop your phone at the incredibly attractive voice you just heard from your phone. It took you a few seconds before replying, “H-hi.”

Bucky internally chuckled at your response, “(Y/N) is it? It has come to my attention that you’re having trouble logging into your online account?”

“Y-yeah, I’ve been trying to access but I can’t seem to remember my password or any of the answers to my security questions.” You tell him, your cheeks burning from embarrassment.

Bucky lets out a chuckle, “No worries, it happens to all of us, nothing to be ashamed of.”

You smile at his sentiment.

“I would need for you to recite your debit card number as well as the last digits of your social security number.”

You quickly state your information, stumbling on the last four numbers of your debit card number.

“Thank you, give me one moment please.” He states, a short moment of silence ensues.

You bite down on your lip, wondering how this James guy looks like. You wondered what color his eyes were, what hair color he had, if he had full lips, or how tall he was.

God were you falling in love with some guy you’ve never seen before? All because he has a nice voice?

“(Y/N)?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, you reply back.

“For some reason your current account is inaccessible, so what I’ve done for you is open you a new account. The link to assign a password will be sent to the email address on file.”

You let out a sigh of relief, “There’s nothing wrong with my account though right? No new transactions since yesterday or anything?”

“No there isn’t. The last transaction was from a coffee shop, is that from you?”

“Yes, that’s me, oh thank goodness.” You say out loud.

“Other than not being able to access your online account, there isn’t anything else wrong.”

“Thank you so much James!”

Bucky smiles at the way you said his name, his heart fluttering at the sound of your voice.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Can I have your number? You say in your head.

“No, that was it. Thank you!”

“I’m glad to be of service, have a great rest of the morning (Y/N).”

“You too James.”

–

It was like some kind of sick joke, you thought, why could you be having so much trouble with logging into your online bank account?

You’ve had your last one for four years, and now your new one won’t let you on for some reason.

Frustrated, you dial the number for tech support, wanting answers to why you’re having so many problems.

“I’ll change banks if this happens one more time,” you mumble under your breath.

“Good evening (Y/N), this is James from tech support, how can I help you?”

Your anger simmers down from the sound of his familiar voice, you couldn’t believe it was him again.“

“Hey James, I don’t know if you remember me but I called in last week cause there was something wrong with my online account and now, I can’t login again. I’ve changed my password twice already and I can’t access it still.”

A smile breaks onto his lips, hoping that it was you that was calling.

Since last week, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you, he wondered if you were as beautiful as your voice.

“I’m so sorry to hear this, I’ll check out your account to see if there is anything wrong.”

A few minutes pass, only the faint sound of keyboard clicking filled the silence, you wondered if it was okay to have small talk with him.

Ah fuck it, you thought, “you’re up so late.” You state, feeling ridiculous the moment the words left your lips.

Bucky chuckles at your words, “I pick the weirdest times cause that’s when I’m available.”

“Oh.” You say, “What do you do then? Other than this I mean. Oh wait, you don’t have to answer that, I don’t know if I can ask that.”

Bucky smiles, picturing an embarrassed look on your face.

“I work for a company that helps out people.” Bucky states, not wanting to advertise he’s a part of the Avengers. Especially since if word got out, tons of people would be calling him.

“Ah, you’re an amazing person then.” You hear yourself saying.

Bucky swears he’s never smiled this much in a long while, especially from someone he’d never met before.

“You’re too kind, I just try to do what’s right.”

“So what time is it over where you live?” You ask, hoping maybe by some luck the two of you were close to each other.

“It’s almost 1am over here.”

You check the time on your phone and notice that it was the same time as yours, just maybe he lived in New York as well.

“Not tired yet?” You ask him, a yawn escapes your mouth.

“Nah, not yet, seems like you’re tired.” He says with amusement.

You bite down a smile, “Just a bit.”

“There doesn’t seem to be a problem with your account but would you like me to set you up with another account?”

“Yes, that would be great James.”

After a few clicks, Bucky makes another account for you and thank him profusely, bidding him a good night after you got the link to the new account.

–

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You let out, startling a few of the customers in front of you.

It was the morning after you got your third account, you were signing in through your phone to see your balance but lo and behold, it was not signing in.

You were in line at your favorite coffee shop half a block from your place, you were going to get some coffee before work.

“This is just my luck, ugh.” You sigh, slipping the phone in your back pocket.

Once it was your turn in the front of the line, you gave the cashier your order and stood at the bar where they placed finished drinks.

You grab your phone from your pocket, clicking on the BoA icon. You try to login for the third time, you get the error notification.

“I am so totally changing banks,” you say out-loud.

“I take it you can’t access your account?” You hear a familiar voice from behind you.

You turn around and your eyes meet a pair of gorgeous steel-blue eyes, his face framed with chocolate brown hair, and cherry lips.

“James?” You find yourself saying, stunned at the most handsome man standing before you.

“Yeah, but you can call me Bucky.” He grins, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

You felt your cheeks heat up, Bucky can totally tell you’re staring at him.

“Just putting it out there but I’m definitely switching banks.”

“As long as you give me your number, I think i can manage.”

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