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𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 ✧ 𝒄𝒉 𝑿𝑰

pairing: charles brandon x duchess!reader

warnings: angst, mental health issues, blood, physical violence,

word count: 2k

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𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 ✧ 𝒄𝒉 𝑿𝑰𝑰 [finale]

pairing: charles brandon x duchess!reader

warnings: angst, smut (+18), physical violence, blood, death/suicide (it’s a bit graphic, proceed with caution)

word count: 3,5k

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Pairing: Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Being stood up was both a blessing and a curse.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Not really dubcon, but mentioning it just in case, since deception is involved. Smut. Deception, breeding kink, stalking. Grammar and spelling errors.

Note: Here is my (laaate) entry for @syntheticavenger 's 5k challenge! Congrats, beautiful! You MORE than deserve it. You’re constantly blessing us with amazing writing, and we’re so lucky you indulge us as much as you do. Thank you for all the support you’ve given me and so many others in this community.

Here’s to many more milestones!

I was given the prompt “stood up on a date” with Steve.

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How it started…

You had just about given up on dating apps.

It hadn’t even been long since you downloaded the one Mary was raving about, but it had been a complete miss so far. Messages were either lewd or devoid of personality. A nondescript “Hey” and nothing more, as though that was meant to be enticing enough in itself. The few times you’d managed to get a back and forth going, you were ghosted after a couple days.

So when Jeremy stuck around for a full week and asked you out to dinner, you immediately said yes.

He was handsome, which was always a little intimidating. Your friends often told you to think more highly of yourself, but you struggled. Still, Jeremy was charismatic in a way that didn’t come off pretentious or fabricated. He seemed genuinely interested in your life and was candid about his.

Part of you wondered if he was playing a cruel trick on you given how every other match ceased to catch fire, and he was leagues above them, but you figured few adults would be so petty.

So you slipped on the cocktail dress you only broke out in case of emergencies, and your favorite necklace that rested just above your decolletage. You kept your eye makeup simple, opting to pick a shade of red lipstick that made your lips pop.

You wanted to make a good first impression, and you knew it would start as soon as he saw you.

The restaurant was in the nicer part of town, upscale enough to be considered classy but not so much that you’d feel out of place. You made decent money as an assistant editor for a magazine, but you still lived in a small but cozy apartment. New York City wasn’t cheap, especially if you wanted to be closer to work.

Having arrived a little earlier, you waited at the bar, needing some liquid courage to ease you into your date.

When the clock struck seven, you felt a giddy rush in your belly that sank to your toes, making you feel warm, cold, and numb at the same time.

But then five minutes passed.

Then ten.

You sent Jeremy a text.

Hey, just wanted to make sure you’re alright?

At 7:30pm, he had yet to respond, and you wondered if you had done something to anger him.

With a heavy heart and tears ready to well in your eyes, you decided to leave. There was a tub of ice cream waiting for you at home, and you could wash it down with the bottle of cheap wine you keep in the back of your pantry. It was for whenever you had a guest over and wanted to seem put together enough to have wine available at all times.

“I’d like to close out,” you told the bartender when they passed by, trying to keep the wobble out of your voice.

“Rough night?” A voice said beside you. It was light, friendly. You could see the outline of a pressed blue button-up from the corner of your eye.

“A little,” you sighed. “But I won’t bore you with my sob stories.”

“I wouldn’t be bored at all,” he said and you glanced at him.

You visibly jumped.

Steve Rogers- Captain America- was leaning on the countertop next to you, his eyes gleaming.

“Oh fuck,” you murmured. “I mean, oh God, I’m sorry-” you stammered, trying to recover.

This is why you’ll die alone with nothing but your vibrator and 10 cats, you inwardly groaned.

“Hey hey, don’t worry about it,” he smiled, and you relaxed a little.

You knew he hated being treated like a God. The magazine did a piece on him a couple months prior, and he came in for an interview. How a man as extraordinary like him managed to be so incredibly humble was beyond you. He tried to learn everyone’s name, and while you never spoke to him, he smiled at you when you caught his eye.

“I was meeting up with a friend but he bailed on me,” he sheepishly said as he fiddled with the glass of whisky he was holding.

“Is he out saving the world?” You asked and closed your eyes, knowing you were making an ass of yourself. “That... was a joke. A bad one…”

To your surprise, Steve laughed.

“He is, actually.”

You smiled, feeling a little more relaxed knowing you hadn’t completely offended him.

“Must be hard,” you sighed.

“It has its perks.”

“How many times a day do you get people thanking you for your service?”

“About every thirty minutes when I’m in public.”

“The baseball cap not enough of a disguise for you?” You smirked.

Steve snorted a little.

“You’d be surprised how often it works.”

You laughed lightly, relaxing back into the barstool, all notions of leaving long gone.

“That would drive me up a wall,” you mused. “I mean, it sounds so ungrateful for me to say that. I'm just guessing you weren’t exactly asking for fame when you joined the army.”

“Far from it.”

A moment of comfortable silence passed, and Steve sat in the stool next to yours.

“So what brings you here?” He asked.

You bit your lip, a little embarrassed, but something about the blue in his eyes had you feeling secure in your vulnerability.

“My date stood me up,” you admitted.

“Well, he’s an idiot.”

When you glanced back up at Steve, his gaze on you was heavy but not suffocating, like he was appreciating a puzzle that was just difficult enough to keep him from giving up.

How it’s going…

“Steve,” you moaned as he thrust into you, your favorite dress crumpled on the floor. Your lips were a little swollen from the rough kisses you'd exchanged throughout the night. It hardly mattered. Steve was determined to make your pussy sing the national anthem.

You hadn’t even drunk enough to blame your actions on inebriation, and you almost felt embarrassed how quickly you gave in. But, when a man like Steve Rogers asks you if you wanna go back to his place, you say yes.

It definitely helped that you and him spoke until the restaurant kicked you out. He was so easy to talk to, curious and attentive. You wondered if he was as generous during sex, not knowing you would find out a couple hours later that yes, he was.

“You can give me one more,” he nearly growled into your neck as he tried to pull another orgasm from your overwrought core. It would be the fourth one of the night, and you were ready to pass out. The man had stamina.

“Steve, I don’t think-”

“Then don’t think,” he crooned before sucking another bruise onto the soft skin where your collarbone met your shoulder.

A calloused thumb began to tease your clit and within seconds, you were fluttering around him again.

“Oh God,” you keened and gasped when you felt warmth burst within you soon after, punctuated by a rough snap of Steve’s hips. The last thing you heard was Steve’s guttural groan, nearly beast like in its ferocity, but that made it all the more tantalizing. You hardly had time to contemplate it before exhaustion pulled you under.

Steve admired your sleeping form before pulling out with a grunt. The way his cum leaked from your swollen cunt had him wanting to take you again. He let you rest, though. There'd be more time for that when you woke up.

Gingerly, he cleaned you as best he could and settled next to you, draping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer so your head rested on his chest.

His phone buzzed, rattling his nightstand, and he picked it up.

A message from Bucky flashed across the screen.

What do you want me to do with him?

Steve sighed, not wanting to ruin the moment. You were finally in his bed and arms, something he’d been waiting for.

Make sure he won’t remember a thing, knock him out, and leave him in the alleyway between the deli and bakery on 11th.

Then what?

Take his wallet, make it look like a mugging, make sure someone calls an ambulance.

He didn’t want Jeremy dead, just gone. After all, he saw you first, weeks ago when the magazine you worked for did a piece on him.

Most of his adult life was spent fighting or at least trying to. He knew no one asked him to be a soldier, it was his choice, and he was happy to do it. He thought the man who wanted a simple life died when he went under the ice, and he relegated himself to a life where the fight never ended.

Then he saw you. The way you warmly greeted everyone at your office, enthusiastically volunteered whenever someone needed help. The interview only lasted a few hours, and within that time, you had completely captivated him with your sweet smile and nurturing soul. You hadn’t even said a single word to him.

After all he did for the world, he deserved you.

It was easy enough to scare off the more interested matches on that tacky dating app you’d installed, but Jeremy somehow slipped through the cracks.

Steve used that to his advantage. You were a little sensitive, he found in the weeks he watched you. Insecure, but you had no reason to be. As much as he didn't want to hurt you, being stood up would leave you vulnerable, ready to be swept away.

It worked, and you were finally his.

You shifted a little in your sleep, nuzzling your face against his skin. He leaned down to kiss your cheek, appreciating the warmth that radiated off you.

Now that he had you, he was never letting you go.

He made sure of it.

A warm hand gently pressed on your stomach. Steve was a thorough man. He had replaced your birth control weeks ago, when you weren't home. If it didn’t take tonight, he’d fuck you until it did.

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NSFW Headcanons~ Billy Loomis

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- I have a feeling that Billy has a good amount of experience; even if it’s just from being with an ex girlfriend. He seemingly has no problem talking to or flirting with girls and he’s ridiculously attractive, and one can guess at least somewhat popular, so it’s not exactly surprising that he would. I mean, Sidney was in good hands up until he tried to kill her with them.

- Billy is all about control; even during times he’s supposed to be relinquishing it. Sure, you’re giving him head but he’s the one making the decisions: his hand clasped around the back of your head or wrapped in your hair, guiding your movements.

- He’s a master with his hands and he knows it. He’s well aware that the minute he’s got his hand where he wants it to be, you aren’t gonna be able to tell him to stop because you won’t want him to. And don’t try to act like he wouldn’t lock eyes with you and lick his fingers clean after he makes you cum because I do not tolerate lying in this household.

- Most of the time, Billy really likes foreplay; mainly because he uses it to disarm you and get you right where he wants you. He’s testing the waters and seeing how far you’re gonna let him go: whether it’s by kissing you and sliding his hands to more intimate areas or pinning you against something, making you look him in the eyes and answer the questions he asks you.

- He’s a dom. He’s all about being the one who calls the shots and seeing how much control you’re willing to give him. He likes having people who are completely submissive to him, devoted and just a bit on the innocent side.

- He tends to move sort of slow: letting you lay there in anticipation to the point where you’re arching your back and getting ready to whine and beg for him. If there’s anything Billy does well, it’s making a situation intense and passionate.

- Although, sometimes you’ll get him riled up enough to just ravage you: throwing his usual need to appear composed out the window and diving headfirst into whatever pleasure he wants to indulge in. It usually happens when you tell him exactly what he wants to hear, when you’re with him after one of his kills, or when you especially go along with one of his kinks.

- He loves to stay pressed up close to you, pinning you between him and the bed and gripping your thighs as he does whatever he pleases to you.

- The two of you usually do it in missionary so he can have you helpless underneath him but sometimes you’ll switch things up and do it doggy style.

- Finding yourself pinned down or against something constantly, or just cornered. He likes being on the receiving end of those doe eyed, deer in the headlights sort of looks that it tends to provoke.

- He definitely laces your fingers together and pins your hands to the bed when he’s feeling more loving.

- Billy’s a deviant. He’s exactly the type of person to be into some “weird” shit and expose you to kinks that a normal girl in the 90s would have no idea about.

- In the beginning of your relationship, he pays close attention to the type of person you are and what you seem to like or are okay with. You’ll start out having pretty vanilla sex before he slowly starts to try and corrupt you, bringing more and more “abnormal” things into your “routine” which sometimes have you thinking he’s messing around; until you realize he’s serious and sort of just go with it.

- Like there was definitely a point in your relationship where a knife came into the mix and you thought he was just fucking around because it was either close to Halloween or you’d been joking about some horror movie slasher. But it wasn’t long before you realized he was being serious and actually wanted to use it.

- The minute you let him, he looks like he’s torn between proposing and absolutely railing you.

- Blood kink? Blood kink. Doesn’t matter if it’s yours or one of his victims, he likes seeing it smeared across your chest and face.

- Fucking while watching horror movies. I hope you find it at least mildly alarming that your boyfriend seems to get turned on by watching blood and gore.

- Choking kink. Lets just hope he doesn’t want to kill you because oh what a perfect time for him to lure you into a sense of false security.

- Hickeys and neck kisses. He likes to leave marks and hear you whimper in his ear as he more or less loses himself in the feeling of you.

- Dirty talk.

“You see what you do to me?”

“You are a tease.”

- Roleplay.

“Please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I wanna be in the sequel!”

- Dacryphilia. It’s not his fault you’re so pretty with tears in your eyes.

- Threesomes with Stu. You cannot convince me that it has never happened.

- I’m sorry but Billy is a power bottom and I refuse to not acknowledge it in these hcs.

- All this being said, Billy isn’t always looking for just a victim to toy around with. Sometimes he just really needs to know that you give a shit about him and feel that you care, and sex is the easiest way for you to; and for him to let you, show him that you do. Blame it on his mommy issues but the boy needs soft, loving sex too.

- Speaking of: cuddly sex. It’s rare but it does happen; especially if you’re the type of girl who he knows is perfect for him.

- Billy’s just about average sized and …pretty, just like the rest of him.

- He either cums on you or deep inside you: seeing how far you’ll let him go, how much you trust him, and how willing you are to let him ruin you. You might think you end up looking like an absolute mess but the look on his face tells you that he thinks you’re gorgeous like that.

- Billy can be surprisingly sweet when he wants to be. He’ll ask if you’re alright and do whatever you need him to; particularly because he knows he can be intense and he’s probably beginning to worry that he’ll scare you off if he doesn’t show a little compassion.

my body is a cage.

ObNeSummary: Y/N’s worst nightmare has become a reality. Her only saving grace is that she doesn’t have to do it alone. 

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,000+ [One Shot]

Warning: Feminist Issues, Adult/Mature Themes (NOT smut)

Y/N could feel her heart start racing faster as she studied the doctor’s office. Now she was starting to sweat as well. 

Her doctor were running late and that meant Y/N was stuck looking at the nondescript walls and smelling that sterile scent for 20 minutes. It felt like an hour. 

It was just a follow-up appointment. There was no bad news expected to be given. But that didn’t stop Y/N’s anxiety. 

Y/N finally gave up on trying to calm herself down through breathing and reached down to grab her cellphone out of her purse. 

There was a two text message notifications: one from her mom and one from Jason. 

She opened the one from Jason. 

– Good luck at your appointment today. Remember to breathe. 

Y/N smirked at the message. Jason knew how stressed out Y/N got for literally any type of doctor’s appointments. Even if it was just your usual checkup – like today – it caused her anxiety for some reason. 

Jason must’ve sent it right before passing out after patrol. 

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CAR WASH

CAR WASH

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You looked at the dent on the bonnet and ran your nails over it before grabbing the nozzle of the hose off the floor, preparing to start cleaning the car, “You really hit him hard babe”. “I always go in hard”, Jason smirked cheekily and slapped your ass, enjoying the little shocked gasp that left your plump lips. You turned towards him, aiming the hose, threatening him with it, “Behave!”.

Warnings – Language. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. Pre-established relationship.

Word Count: 2,827

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