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Foolish Games Part 2
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A/N: Introducing new characters and some drama! Percy is still sexy as ever :'(.
Warnings: BJ
I woke up to a door slamming so hard it joined the symphony of my pounding headache. I groaned, hoisting myself over the back of the couch to investigate to intrusion. A brunette head of long sweeping hair rushed through the foyer, barreling towards the kitchen. A familiar mop of black hair hurried after.
Reyna was speaking so fast in Spanish my brain scrambled to keep up. I noted lots of curse words followed by a series of sentences too fast I was surprised she even knew what she was saying. Percy was answering in slow measured words, probably fighting a hangover of equal measure. I ducked behind the back of the couch, reaching for my phone plugged in on the coffee table.
It was noon. 2% battery and a couple messages from friends. Nothing from my ex thank gods. Five from Annabeth being nosey. I opened my uber app, squinting in the sunlight breaking through the cream curtains. I managed to get my driver secured.
A door slammed and I winced, peaking to check that they were in another room. I did not immediately spot my dress in the chaotic. I grimaced remembering the midnight swim. When I sat up I finally noticed the white tshirt I wore and the basketball shorts. And then I went rigid remembering what happened after the swim.
âMotherfucker,â I whispered.
Foolish Games
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(Because Logan Lerman is a sexy, spicy man and Iâm bored at 2am. Might make this a series??? I love Annabeth too much to make her the scorned lover in this. So for this purpose, just say they amicably split up after high school.)
Warnings--NSFW, oral
The fizzy pink champagne bubbles did not mix well with the three shots of jack I had taken upon immediately walking in to the party. I contemplated making my way to the snack table back inside but that risked running into one or both of the affianced couple and that made me more nauseous than the alcohol. Seeing the boundless love and joy would in fact make me vomit. So, I took another swig from the bottle to chase that thought away.
Cheers came from the far side of the pool where a riveting game of flip cup was occurring. I was sure Reyna was thrilled about the turning of her upscale event into a classic keg party, with sticky floors and people vomiting in the well-maintained front yard included. I smiled as a shirtless son of Hephaestus cannonballed into the glowing blue pool. He surfaced floating on his back, beer belly poking out.
I picked at my now soaked dress, frowning only slightly. Serves me right for sitting in the lounge chair directly by the deep end, but avoiding speaking to anyone had been the more pressing matter upon arrival.
âGods, do you just have a cell phone just for show? I swear to Zeus you never answer that thing. Iâve been texting you for half an hour wondering if you were going to show.â Annabeth strutted over in her sky high silver stilettos. I marveled at how she did not even falter on the now water-slick concrete. She claimed the lounge chair next to me, yanking it closer so we sat knee to knee.
âOf course. I wouldnât leave Percy hanging on his engagement party. Heâs my best friend.â
I just read your âwhen youâre sickâ preference from 2017 and had to laugh when I read that Sam wore a face mask when youâre sick, now we all do that! Sorry this message is random, have a good night! <3
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the saga continuesâŚ
Avengers Preference: PDA
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Clint: Like youâve grown to expect, Clint will devour your mouth at any given opportunity. Itâs especially welcome during boring meetings and has stopped a few undersecretaries in their tracks. But two can play that game and just as often youâre the one climbing into his lap, audience be damned.
Pietro: When he needs the reassurance, Pietro will slide a sly hand into yours and gently rub his thumb back and forth. At dinner, waiting for the train, and especially after he comes back from a mission bruised and battered. Otherwise, he sticks to gentle forehead kisses that ground you both. Sometimes when heâs feeling cheeky, heâll ghost one across your skin as he rushes past you quick as lightning.
Steve: It would take a lot more training to make Steve comfortable with casual, constant PDA, so he doesnât do it often. But when he does...youâre in for it. The desperation of too much time apart or leaving for a mission has him firmly grabbing your ass or planting a passionate goodbye kiss to your lips in the middle of the helicarrier runway, as if anyone needed a reminder of who he always misses the most.
TâChalla: The very proper king prefers to verbally dote on you in public, especially when thereâs others around to hear his sweet talk. Heâll praise your skills in mission briefings or call out how lovely your royal robes are while youâre still crossing the room toward him. It may not be as tactile as his touch that ravishes you in private, but you still feel every word deep in your chest.
Tony: Tony is crazier about you than anything else in his life, and the barâs already set pretty high. All of his PDA is the most dramatic, from spinning you into a hug to dipping you for a kiss. The bigger the audience, the better. Itâs all about showing you off and proving that heâs always gonna do the most for you.
Scott: Heâs the personification of âpeppers kisses all overâ -- to your forehead, your hair, your cheek, wherever is easiest to reach at the moment. He thinks youâre the prettiest thing in the world (after Cassie, of course) and just canât help kissing you. He likes to make sure someone is watching before he does it, too.
Thor: This king is not shy about PDA at all, but is very tasteful with it. He likes to always be touching you in some form or fashion, because what better way to remind him of what a wonderful catch you are. Heâll guide you through a crowd with his hand on your lower back and leave it to deliciously linger, or press a kiss to your cheek whenever you walk in the room.
Bucky: Surprisingly, Bucky is very cheeky with it. As soon as youâre settled comfortably in the relationship, you feel like you get a glimpse of the charming Sergeant Barnes from the 1940s. Heâs always got an arm slung around your waist and steals kisses whenever he can. Heâs also big on playing with your hair, twirling the ends of it in his fingers to comfort you both in a crowded room.
Sam: Heâs an avid hand holder because itâs simple but very effective. You can squeeze each otherâs hands for extra support and his favorite is to tug you just close enough for a kiss as you keep walking. He also wonât let go for anything. If people or bikes need to get through, they better go around. Sam would rather clothesline civilians than let go of you.
Quill: Once Peter discovers a good thing, he doesnât like to let it go. Having a hand on your ass is a constant and his go-to move whenever youâre in public. He swears they invented back pockets for the sole purpose of a hand being there. Itâs a little possessive, a little sexy, and just a little of what you love about him.
Call it What You Want
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Summary: Pure drabble, just giving the good captain the appreciation he truly deserves
Even with his shoulders curved inward and down against the wind Steve was still a massive form weaving through noon traffic. A languid sidestep kept a chattering business woman from spilling what was most likely her third cup of coffee down his nice sweatshirt, the hood of which was pulled up and over his combed blond locks. He wore sunglasses to add to the fugitive ensemble even though the sun only beat down delicately between bloated clouds every now and again.
Her wedge heel kept her chair perched on its back two legs as she observed his steady progress, eraser of her pencil jammed between pensive teeth with much better ideas of what they could be busy doing. He still moved like he was on the run or on his way to a clandestine meeting in one of the alleys he passed, even with months of clear charges under his belt.
The dark wash of his jeans fit him unfortunately well and the curves they hugged were something she could sketch with her eyes shut. So she did.
She drew on the image of him from this morning before she had to slip out for work. His body free of the covers. Bare. Just how she left it the night before; precisely how she preferred it. The warm light from her bedside lamp gave his tanned skin a soft glow. Hair tickle his forehead and more traced down his chest, nestling between his sprawled legs and trickling off downward.
She sketched the permanent indent her kiss surely must have left on his shoulder as she left their love nest. Their trysting place. Their stomping ground. She had no word for it and decided the name of the painting could be whatever the viewed decided to call it. Just as their love was.
Even with his head angled down away from the muss and fuss of the world on its lunch break, the smile he bore still could place him decidedly high and soaring through the clouds.
His kiss was swift and scorching against her lips like a wind burn, too fast and too strong.
She forgot her complaints from work, the stressors of the morning, and the sour taste of her tea when he took his sunglasses off and met her gaze. With her mouth still hanging from his kiss, he let loose an endeared laugh and collected the sketch pad that lay between them.
âYou always get my forehead weird. Itâs not actually that big right?â he asked.
âIt is. And I got something else right too.â
âWhatâs that?â
Day faded into midnight. Days passed and weeks, then a whole lifetime and through it all she still pictured him right at her side. She leaned across the table, recreating the sample kiss from earlier with a full portion sized one.
âYou.â
Could you write some more Clint Barton? There really isnât enough out there. You can do what you want just make it really flirty between him and the reader xx
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Very Differently
Summary: This isnât really new, just something I never got around to posting here. Basically my take on Budapest with an OC added to the mix for fun.Â
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The shadows cast from the wastefully clad guests in the soft angles and indecipherable masses were notably more elegant than the calculating frowns of their creators. A gloved hand traced along a freshly polished curling oak banister as Sonja made her was to join the babbling benefactors. Leaflets of conversations rustled not long enough to take root but simply flew past on the careful air of disinterest her fellow hosts held about them. With a sharp nod of her head and a demure curve of her lips, she joined the nearest transaction.
Arms dealing can be tricky business when neither party particularly trusted the other.

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Oh my god,so,I just read The Analyst,and I just died.It's so great.I was just ahdsfklk right here.And,it's 4am,but your blog and writing is too good.Like,damn,that's the good stuff..I mean,I don't usually read any Clint fics at all.But,the ending?That was genius.And,I've been reading other Marvel fics,cause yea,and I justđ¤Ż.They're so great!Everything is so in character!And your writing is so detailed.Like,you are my new favourite person.All the respect to you.Bye!PS:I don't want to sound creepy
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Touch Me
Steve doesnât like the way you handled a mission. You dare him to do something about it.
Jealous!Steve Rogers x reader
Warnings: nsfw, Steveâs âcaptainâ kink
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How socialites wore heels every night of the week was a mystery to you. You were trained to work through all sorts of pain but you still couldnât wait to get those damned stilettos off at the end of this mission. Thankfully the Quinjet was waiting just outside of the venue and Steve offered his arm to help you up the last step.
But he pulled away as soon as you were inside.
You thought nothing of it and let the force of takeoff push you into the seat next to Sam. Just as you tossed the godforsaken shoes to the side, Tonyâs voice came crackling in over the comms.
âCap, Wilson, Y\L\N, great job. I wouldâve been there myself, but --â
âWe know, Tony,â Sam quipped, âthese particular arms dealers want you dead on sight.â
âAnd the plan worked,â you piped up, crossing your legs freely under your billowing skirt. âThey were too busy looking for you to notice me luring the boss away.â
Steve scoffed, finally contributing to the conversation, but didnât offer anything else. He was equally silent the rest of the ride back and stalked off the Quinjet as soon as it landed at the compound. You figured he would tell you what was pissing him off if he wanted and would otherwise deal with it himself.
You didnât know how right you were.
With the mountains of jewelry youâd been wearing now stacked on your dresser, you were about to unzip your gown when you heard someone behind you. You whirled to find Steve looming in your doorway, arms crossed ironclad over his chest.
This wasnât a new occurrence. Heâd silently shown up at your room after a few other missions when you both needed a good fuck to forget it all. And talking about it would ruin the fun, so you never did. But the anger now blazing in his eyes signaled a different reason for this visit.
âYou screwed up tonight.â
Workout
Youâre a secretary of sorts who still finds time to squeeze in some exercise with the Falcon himself.
Sam Wilson x reader
Warnings: nsfw
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The elevator slid shut and granted you a bit of solitude, even quieter than your empty office at that time of night. You blew out a deep breath, releasing a weekâs worth of stress from helping save the world from behind a desk and preparing for some stress-relieving cardio. The Avengers compound gym was open to all employees, not just the superheroes.
You were bent over tightening your shoelaces when the elevator dinged at the next floor down and whoever it was paused in the doorway. You loved how your ass looked in your leggings and they were probably getting an eyeful of it.
âDesk girl? That you?â
You knew that voice and that nickname and straightened with a smile. âIn the flesh, bird-brain. Anything I can do for you?â
âTell me what youâre still doing here and inâŚthis.â Sam Wilson casually waved a hand at your outfit as he made his way next to you.
âCâmon now, youâve never seen workout clothes before? What does Nat wear when you spar?â
His arms crossed, making the muscles strain against his sleeves. âIâm used to all that, but youâre usually Agent-No-Nonsense in blazers and whatnot. Not that this is a bad look for ya,â he added with a smirk.
âWell, thanks and no thanks, pencil skirts donât cut it for every second of the day.â You ghosted a wink and led the way out of the elevator.
But as soon as you set down your gym bag, you whirled around with a hip cocked out. âWhat about you, Sam, what are you still doing here? Donât you have a new bar to show Cap or a woman to woo? Youâre usually a hard man to find on Friday nights.â
âAnd who says those things arenât still gonna happen? The night is young.â After a deliberate raise of your eyebrows, he continued, âAlright, you got me. I had some leads to follow up with and now Iâve gotta get my workout in.â
You werenât unhappy with the company.
Iâm Your Man
Summary: Sexy couple spat
Warnings: Cursing
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âWhat do you want from me?â Tony scrambles after you and you pry yourself away from his touch.
âI want to leave!â
âBaby, I swear I can do better. I will do anything you say.â
This time when he seizes your wrist to stop your flight, his knees hit the ground. âStop it!â you hiss. You are tired of his bullshit and lies and scams. You are tired of the game, of it all.
He hits you with a charming laugh, still not quite taking your furious flight seriously, and it takes every moral sense within you not to hit back with a closed fist. âBabe, Iâm your man. You want a boyfriend? A fuckbuddy? A fiancĂŠ? You name it and I will do it. Thatâs how crazy I am about you.â
There was slight mania in his voice and you took a firm grasp of your opposite emotional stance.â No, Stark, youâre just crazy. Suddenly those horrible things you yelled donât mean anything because Iâm leaving you?â
âAngel, you know Iâm just frustrated at work right now. How could you ever be nagging or overbearing or cold? Look at this face.â He reaches up to stroke your cheek and you gnash your teeth into your lip to hold the submitting smile at bay.
âYou want me to grovel?â He gets to his hands and knees. This is a sight in his driveway with him in only his silk red boxers and slippers. Again the urge to give in to his charisma is dizzying. But you already heard his words and the ones spoken now will not erase them.
He crawls towards you making the most pathetic noises and when he reachsd your feet, he wraps his arms around them and raises a sincere face to you where only the smallest hint of mischief remains.
âCome on darling, you know you love me. I can do better.â
âYou better,â you snap.
His face shatters with a smile and you sigh, sinking to the concrete with him. Now, your arms are tangled with his, tangling into his mess of hair and your mess of a man.
âBaby, please.â
âI just want you, Tony, can you do that?â
âYes. Are you sure you donât want to slap me?â
âProbably later.â
The kiss that overtakes is animalistic and uncoordinated. Your knees scrape against the rough ground as he draws you closer against his bare chest, slightly damp from the humid night air. You two are too concerned with devouring each other to notice the car pulling into the driveway. A horn blares and you feel Tony release only one finger from your body, making his point very clear while his tongue marvels away at your mouth.
âNot cool, Tony. We had a deal. This paperwork has to be done tonight,â Rhodeyâs familiar voice calls.
Tony groans, rolling his head to finally look at his friend. âBut I wanted to do something else tonight.â His hand gives your ass a firm squeeze.
âRight. Iâll just tell the senator rain check. No big deal.â Rhodey throws his arms up and gets back into his car.
âWhat do you say, sweet thing?â Tony turns to you. âWant to help me procrastinate?â
âPlease.â You saunter off into the house with him following at your heels as surely as if you had been dragging him by a leash.
Infatuated
Summary: When a friend turns up after a breakup for comfort, will Steve finally take the opportunity to admit his feelings?Â
Warnings: Unprotected sex.Â
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If there was one thing Steve Rogers could accomplish where women were involved, it was being chivalrous to the ever painful T; where you were involved, though, it was an entirely selfish endeavor. If he held a door, it was only to watch your ass as you walked past. If he offered to help you out of one of Tonyâs particularly low sitting cars, it was purely to feel the silk of your skin and the velvet of your âthank youâ wash over him for however brief the moment. And worst? When he helped you into your coat tonight. God, he took two showers and he still could not shake the scent from your hair as it brushed his nose.
Now he was sprawled out on the couch in the living room area of the Avengers compound with the TV on as a haphazard distraction. A light from Wandaâs room lit up the hallway on the second story and easy melodies from her guitar slowly, slowly unwound the tangled strings of his heart. If he listened hard enough, he was sure to pick out Samâs snores and Tony and Rhodes bickering from the workshop below his feet.
His phone buzzed on the coffee table and he jumped at the distraction. An audible groan fled his lips when he saw your name lighting it up.
âYou up?â It said.
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