This Isn't Freedom 

Every Villain is Someone Else's Hero, every Hero also plays the villain.

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Independent Roleplay Blog for Steve Rogers, Captain America

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This is fear

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dreamsarevain:

Arthur’s grip on the helmet that Steve handed him tightens with every word that he hears. The other speaks so sweetly, so warm and honest and everything that Arthur shouldn’t be allowed to hear. It’s dangerous. He could get attached. Hell, he was already getting attached. He already felt so far and deep into whatever this was that he wasn’t sure he would have enough air to the reach the surface of reality in time. Surely he would drown before then. Drown in everything that was Steve and all that he had already given Arthur in ways perhaps he wasn’t aware of. As Steve said, even if they never saw one another again, Arthur would remember this night. He would keep it with him in his mind and bring it close to his heart in his weaker moments, cling to it. Because something so good needed to be cherished from time to time.

"You’re not real," Arthur muttered, dark eyes widening, perplexed. He quickly covered them and shook it off. Gently he placed the helmet on his head, the weight strange and familiar. He hadn’t ridden a motorcycle in so long. He couldn’t think of a better circumstance to start again. "Sweetheart might be a little much right now. But…time could change that," the Point man said before turning away to the direction of the bike. He couldn’t remember the last time he had said such things to another person, or given them a look into himself. Perhaps it was just the effect Steve had people, had on him. Scary, but wonderful.

"No I am real," Steve says with a warm smile as he mounts the bike slowly with far too much emphasis on the movements of his legs like he’s trying to draw Arthur’s eyes downward towards them and then upward towards his powerful thighs. This is flirting and Steve, up until this point, didn’t think that he even possessed such a skill. Something about the point man just brings it out of Steve. Up until this point, Steve is certain that he most definitely did not possess the skill at all. It was a sign, truly, but he’s sure he’d sound like a mad man if he voiced that. 

"You’re about to find out how real I am, because you’re going to have to hold onto me very tightly, handsome.” Steve says and oh he’s terrible tonight. What has gotten into him to bring out this playful side? Steve doesn’t know but he knows that having Arthur around brings this as a result and it only makes Steve want to have Arthur around more often. “I like to go rather fast. Don’t want you to fall off.” 

justgivemeabloodydrink:

"Smooth, very smooth." Edmund chuckled in his lover’s ear. "Someone turns into a charmer when they’re needy, I see. But I know what you’re doing: you’re making sure I don’t let go any time soon."

"M’not needy," Steve grumbles into Edmund’s shoulder where he’s hidden his face for the time being, breathing in the familiar scent his husband gives off, basking in the warmth of Edmund’s arms around him. It’s a lie. Steve is quite needy right now. "I’m always a charmer." 

justgivemeabloodydrink:

*casually ruffles the fuck out of Steve's hair*

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captainspangly:

First Three in my inbox get kisses

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"Welcome home, handsome." 

Oh, Edmund had no objections to having the anger cuddled out of him! Neither did he have objections to Steve seducing the rage out of him. After all: Steve was especially erotic when he took the initiative instead of letting the commander do so.

He let out a mock-growl as he rolled Steve over and laced his fingers through the captain’s to pin those strong hands above a blond head. When that was settled, Edmund straddled his husband for a demanding kiss and a roll of his own hips against Steve’s groin.

"And what do you think of my idea?"

Edmund’s actions surprise a gasp out of Steve as he rolls them over, not having expected such a quick reaction out of his husband. Any tension leaves him as soon as Edmund laces fingers with Steve’s own and the only emotion Steve has at the moment is desire and it was quite loud beneath Edmund’s hips, making itself known to his husband. “If this is your idea of taking your mind off of things, baby, you’ll find me a very willing participant.” Steve whispers, echoing the roll of Edmund’s hips with a canting of his own to grind against Edmund. “I’m all for anything that makes you feel better, husband mine.” 

quxll:

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      ”Though, do you really want someone
       like that picking up pets then is the
       question. I mean. Cats are scary as 
       hell as they are, imagine someone 
       building an army out of those fuckers.
       Following orders and bringing pain,
       scratches and destruction. No-oh, I’m
       outta there as soon as it happens.”

Steve laughs at that, hard, harder than
he’s laughed in awhile. Whoever this 
man was, he wanted to keep his
company more often because Steve
swears he’s lost weight just laughing
at that statement. “A cat army?” He 
exclaims because it’s the most ridiculous
thing he’s ever heard. “It does sound 
horrifying though. Their scratches when
well placed could definitely kill a man.” 

Captive Rogers || captainspangly

maximallyinvasive:

It was a very industrial sort of room. Concrete floors, smooth and sloping vaguely inward toward a central drain. Cinder block walls. Harsh, overhead lighting from a distant ceiling. A temperature that said the space wasn’t really designed for human comfort, though it probably wasn’t meant to refrigerate anything, either.

Steve would wake to find himself in this place, stripped of his uniform and bound, at present to steel plates, bolted into the floor, on his spread knees. He was kept kneeling by the Kevlar restraints that wrapped around his calves and thighs, another set around his wrists and arms, held out straight behind his back.

It was probably the sting of the needle that brought him around; a large gauge, aggressive hypodermic being jabbed into the vein at his elbow joint, and taped down where it lay.

Steve does awake with a start, not even remembering how he’d got to where he was, how he’d lost his clothing, how he’d become restrained in such a fashion but the pain from the needle jolts him to but he doesn’t move from position despite the sudden awakeness. He glares down at the restraints through hazy eyes, wondering what on earth he’d been given to make him forget so much, how large of a dosage.

"What.." He starts with a croaking voice and Steve finds him really wanting to just lay down. This has to be a bad dream right? A really weird, really realistic bad dream. "Who are…?" He can’t seem to finish a sentence yet. He’s confused and tired and aching. How long had he been in this position. "Who are you? What am I doing here? What do you want with me?"

The 9th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to meeting the mun for the first time.

 

If you get anon hate and you turn anon off and then turn it back on when you’re whining self deprecatively on the dash and SUDDENLY start getting anon hate. I’m either going to assume you’re sending it to yourself or you’re an idiot. 

fakesmilesandsecrets:

"If I wore a dress to our wedding, would you laugh?" //Because most of our threads are heavy and angst, light and laughter <3

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captainspangly:

For the next five questions my muse can not tell a lie. (5/5)
"Do you want to wear one to the wedding? Cross dressing is a thing in this century. If that would make you happy, then I would encourage you to do it. I’m not going to laugh at something that makes you happy." 
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Bryce pretended to think about it for a few seconds, “Welllll…” And he leaned his head up and kissed him. Because really, Steve was devastatingly distracting.

Steve smiles into the kiss. He was rather hoping this was what Bryce was going to do about it. He kisses him back, tongue moving against Bryce’s lower lip. For the time being, all thoughts of baking his fiancee out of mind. 

fakesmilesandsecrets:

"If I wore a dress to our wedding, would you laugh?" //Because most of our threads are heavy and angst, light and laughter <3

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captainspangly:

For the next five questions my muse can not tell a lie. (5/5)
"Do you want to wear one to the wedding? Cross dressing is a thing in this century. If that would make you happy, then I would encourage you to do it. I’m not going to laugh at something that makes you happy." 
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He hadn’t expected Steve to launch himself like that, so his response is delayed but no less animated. “Nooooo, not the oven!” And makes it a game to be trying to escape. 

Steve pins both of Bryce’s wrists above his head and lingers his lips just an inch from Bryce’s own. “Now I’ve got you. What are you going to do about it?” Steve teases.

  1. nijah said: //how many oc do you have now?

fragilejustice, pulmentumxcalidum and xheavensgrief

 

everyone should tell fakesmilesandsecrets to stop encouraging me to make another OC

French whining. Like he’s just in the bed going ‘oui oui baguette hon hon’. ❞
— the moment I killed myself and sxgittarii over skype. 

in case anyone’s ever wondered what relationships with me are like. 

fakesmilesandsecrets:

"If I wore a dress to our wedding, would you laugh?" //Because most of our threads are heavy and angst, light and laughter <3

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fakesmilesandsecrets:

captainspangly:

For the next five questions my muse can not tell a lie. (5/5)
"Do you want to wear one to the wedding? Cross dressing is a thing in this century. If that would make you happy, then I would encourage you to do it. I’m not going to laugh at something that makes you happy." 
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Bryce is more than aware that Steve’s eyes are focused only on him and they are playing, so cutie Colin is put on the back-burner. “It’s terrible, I’m being replaced by a guy with terrible taste-buds.” he teased back easily, wiping away the tears of laughter, God, his ribs still hurt from that.

"That’s it. You’re entirely done for. I’m putting you right into the oven, mister." Steve teases, launching himself at his fiancee and pushing him to the floor, catching him so the fall doesn’t hurt at all though.