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18+ account. 43, UK. Bucky is my favourite character. Love Sebastian Stan & Chris Evans.
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ladyfallonavenger · 3 hours ago
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Just a quick message to mutuals whom I am doing writing challenges with, last week I had an accident as a result my tablet broke and although I was able to retrieve most of my stuff from both one drive and the Samsung cloud. Anything save to the device itself cannot be retrieved at this time. I'd done screenshots on there of the challenges I was doing and now I'm struggling to find what I signed up for. If you know I've signed up for yours can you let me know and with what prompts. I'm so sorry about this but it's sods law that my body tremors cause me such accidents. Thanks in advance.
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ladyfallonavenger · 6 hours ago
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Knock Once for Stupid
Summary: Steve and Bucky deal with a rude awakening.
Pairing: Serial Killer!Stucky x Serial Killer!Reader
Warnings: comedy, language, implied violence/murder, threats of violence. 18+ only. Please heed the warnings - if this makes you uncomfortable then click away. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.
Disclaimer: I do not give anyone permission to take, repost, copy or translate my stories, regardless of whether or not they are credited. This blog and all works associated with are 18+ only. Minors please do not interact or follow.
A/N: It’s just a mini crack fic for my lovely mutual @slothspaghettiwrites. I’m making this happen.
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ladyfallonavenger · 8 hours ago
Would Stepdad Bucky be into anal? Asking for a friend 👉👈
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Would Stepdad!Bucky be into anal? Pass on this message to your friend for me 😘 very 18+ below the cut.
Word Count: 673
Warnings: Vaginal sex, anal fingering, mentions of rimming, first time anal, anal creampie, a little cum play.
Stepdad!Bucky loves fucking that sweet, little pussy of yours. Loves watching those pretty eyes roll back when he hits that spot, likes grabbing at your breasts as they bounce from the force of his thrusts. 
But his favourite thing? Watching that ass bounce back against him while he rails you against your headboard late at night, can’t stop himself from pressing his thumb up against that tight ring of muscle between your cheeks, loves watching it twitch beneath his touch - untouched and so fucking tempting. 
Maybe one night he just can’t stop himself, has to feel it, kiss it, fuck it. 
“You gonna let daddy stuff that pretty, little hole, princess?” 
You’d freeze - just for a second - but the thought of him wanting you that way? The thought of having had him in every hole? Well fuck, you wouldn’t be able to resist. 
“Yes, daddy. Please, daddy.” 
He’d take his time with it. Get it nice and wet with his tongue, stretch it out with a couple of fingers - have you mewling until you were breathless, toying with your clit at the same time, making sure you’re relaxed and ready for him. 
He’d want you on your back, tell you to hold those legs wide open for him, make sure he had the perfect view of your asshole as he nudges the tip in for the first time, maybe he’d even want it to hurt, just a little bit. Loves hearing those strangled sobs, showers you with praise, takes his fucking time with it. 
“That’s daddy’s good girl, gonna take it all, make daddy feel good.” 
He’d be transfixed by the way you stretch around him, pulling out and slapping his cock against your virgin hole, smirking as your legs tremble and your pussy clenches. Tease you with just the tip until you’re begging for all of it, until you want nothing more than his cock deep inside you.
“Tell daddy what you want, princess.” 
“Fuck, daddy. Just want your dick in my ass. Please, please daddy.” 
He’d ease it in, inch by inch, toying with your pussy at the same time, grunting in satisfaction as you swallow him up, your asshole pulling him in hungrily. Never seen anything so fucking sexy in his life, never heard anything as sweet as the sounds that drip from your pouty lips as he buries himself balls deep inside of you. 
Gives you a moment to adjust, doesn’t wanna overwhelm you. Selfish as he is, he wants to make sure it’s good for you, wants to make sure you feel as fucking blissful as he does. 
He’d start off slow. Languid, easy strokes in and out; can’t help himself from reaching down and stroking the sensitive, stretched out flesh as you take all of him. Such a good girl for him. 
“That feel good, princess? Want more?” 
“Fuck, yes, gimme more daddy. Harder daddy, please.” 
He’d grip your ankles firmly, holding your legs open as you writhe and wriggle on the mattress, rolling your hips down to meet his quickening thrusts; your tight, little asshole fluttering around his cock and sending him feral. 
He’d look you straight in the eye, whispering intelligible filth and praise; egging you on towards your first anal orgasm, knows its gonna blow your fucking mind, revels in the fact that he’s turned you into his perfect, little fucktoy. 
He’d fuck you through your release, obsessed with the way your pussy visibly quakes, the way your back arches up off the bed and your fingers grip the sheets, the almost violent noises that erupt from your throat. 
Slow, dirty grinds as he presses his hips up against you, filling your used hole with his cum, fucking it into you nice and deep just so he can watch it all ooze out of you moments later, smear it all over your cunt with his fingers. Fuck, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. 
“Daddy’s princess, daddy’s tight little hole, daddy’s cunt, daddy’s mouth. All for daddy, ain’t that right?” 
“All for daddy.” 
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ladyfallonavenger · 9 hours ago
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Don't Trust Him
Andy Barber x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader
Word Count: 6638
Warnings: NSFW 18+ Minors please shoo, dark characters, abduction, possessiveness, controlling behaviour, mentions of murder, arson, violent behaviour, arguments, emotional and mental abuse to some extent and relative Stockholm syndrome signs. I’ve tried to cover everything I can think of that could trigger people.
Summary: Best friends have their friendship turned upside down when Andy Barber comes between them.
Prompts: “Shhh, sweet girl, it’s ok, I promise you’ll learn to love me” & “I can’t stop thinking about you”
This was written for Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge. It’s definitely been a challenge for me as I’ve never written anything purely or solely for Chris’ characters before. This isn’t beta read and all mistakes are my own. So I hope you enjoy it and feel free to like, comment and/or reblog. Feedback is always appreciated.
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The bell rang and the teens just poured out of the classrooms marking the end of another day. Y/N tidied up her classroom a little and then settled at her desk to grade some papers. She’d been teaching in Boston for three years but was still considered the baby of the English faculty even though she was in her early thirties. There were a lot of old traditional teachers still working there. Not that she minded as it was helpful to work with people with years of experience.
“You’re always grading or planning, come and grab a coffee with me Bubala” Ari said standing in the doorway of the classroom, leaning against the frame and with his arms crossed. She looked up and smiled shaking her head. He walked over to her and perched himself on the corner of her desk. “Bubala, you’re ignoring me” he almost sang extending the word Bubala.
“Ari I’m trying to grade these papers” she protested looking up at him. The grin on his face was infectious.
“That’s what Sunday night panicking is for” he teased.
“Ari you’re such a bad influence for someone who is supposed to be my friend” she mock argued.
“Hey, this bad influence was your mentor and got you through that first year remember” he laughed.
“Yes, I know. I owe my teaching excellence to you Ari Levinson” she faux gushed conceding and standing up to grab her bag.
“And don’t you forget it Bubala” he draped an arm over her shoulder as they left her classroom.
The drive to the coffee shop on a Friday afternoon was liberating because it meant the weekend was here and they had some downtime. They’d gotten around using the weekend for planning by coming up with the units of study and resources over the first summer she had there. Ari studied Y/N’s actions, he knew she was still thinking about work. She had trouble switching off at times no matter what he taught her to get around it.
“Your brain is still ticking but we’ve left, what’s the rule?” he told her.
“I know, I buy the next coffees. Ari I was thinking about the Poe unit we’re doing and I wondered what you thought about bringing in the local historian and Poe expert to talk to the kids about the context to his poetry and tails” she sipped her cappuccino wincing a little at the heat.
“No” Ari shut her down as he took a bite out of his chocolate éclair.
“No? That’s it?”
“Exactly. No” Ari replied.
“Why?”
“Look Bubala, you’re my best friend here ok. I don’t want you putting yourself in danger because you don’t know the history of the people here” he remarked as he stirred his latte. Y/N looked at Ari with confusion.
“What danger?” she pushed further. Ari gave off an irritated sigh as he dropped his spoon on the table. Rolling his eyes, he looked up at Y/N.
“Five years ago Andy Barber’s wife and son were murdered quite horrifically. It was all over local news. He was arrested, put on trial as the main suspect but was acquitted, evidence was just ‘circumstantial’” he told her.
“It’s doesn’t mean he did it Ari”
“It doesn’t mean he didn’t, murderous tendencies run in his family,” he explained further, “look, the guy is bad news. I know you want to do more to make lessons interesting but there are other ways and none of them involve Barber” he tried to look at her with pleading eyes and she nodded sitting back in her chair and looking disappointed.
Saturday morning, Y/N was up early and ready to visit the Poe museum. She was really excited about it. Walking around the place she felt so in awe. Edgar Allan Poe had been her favourite poet since childhood. This was a dream come true for her. She stood in front of a painting that was a summary of his most romantic poem.
“But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee” a velvety voice spoke behind her.
“With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and me” she grinned not looking back.
“Let’s see if you know your stuff,” the voice aired, something about it made her tingle and she hadn’t even seen who it was yet. “And neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea…” he quoted stepping towards her slowly.
“Can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee” she finished the lines turning to him. His lips curled up into a gentle smirk.
“Andy” he introduced holding his hand out.
“Y/N” she replied going to shake his hand, but he brought it to his lips and kissed it in chivalrous way. Y/N couldn’t help but blush at this tall, handsome fine specimen of a man. After introductions, they struck up a conversation as he gave her a tour of the museum. As it came to an end he invited her for lunch, an offer she took up immediately. He followed it up with showing her around some of Boston’s best hidden gems. It was nearly six in the evening when they were walking in the park, her arm tucked in his. She’d not enjoyed herself this much in such a long time. She put her head on his shoulder as they sat on a bench watching people as they walked by. He rested his head lightly on hers.
“I’ve really enjoyed today Y/N” he confessed, “a lot of people avoid me like the plague”
“Because of five years ago?” she mused. He sat up and turned to look at her with surprise in his eyes.
“You… You know?” he stuttered.
“Of course I know”
“But… but you’re still here and spent the day with me” he was stunned. He’d been living a very lonely life following the acquittal. Most of his old friends stopped talking to him. It was hard to make new friends in a place where gossip was the assumed truth.
“You were acquitted. Andy I don’t go by what people tell me. I’d rather find out for myself and I’ve really enjoyed myself today” she assured. Tears welled in Andy’s eyes as he hugged her. It felt good for someone to see beyond the rumours and lies.
“I have to go soon, Andy but can you put your number in my phone?” she asked. He nodded and did as she asked. She rang him and he saved her number. As he walked her back to her apartment they discussed meeting up again. She agreed to go on a date with him as there was something endearing about him that she couldn’t quite explain. As they got to her block he kissed her on the cheek, thanked her for a wonderful day and watched her enter the building. She was bursting with excitement inside. Andy Barber was nothing like Ari described him and wondered if it was just Ari being over protective as always. As Andy walked away from the building he looked at a selfie they’d taken that day and ran his finger over the image of her face slowly. Maybe he’d found the one and this time she was perfect.
Days passed quickly, Andy often shared texts with Y/N. Sometimes it was jokes, other times it was deep and meaningful. She invited him over to talk to him about something she wanted to work on and make it interesting in class. He agreed instantly that they would meet Friday evening after work. Friday approached really fast. As her class left at the end of the school day, she sat at her desk to get on with grading new work for one of her groups. Like clockwork Ari turned up at her door to tease her and get her to join him for their weekly coffee date.
“Bubala why do you insist on keeping me waiting by overworking every week?” Ari teased. Y/N laughed standing up and popping her planning book into her bag.
“Sorry my lovely but I have plans tonight”
“What? Oh you’re breaking my heart” he chuckled putting his hands over his heart. “So what is so special that you’re ditching me for Bubala?” he rested his hands on his thighs as he sat on her desk.
“I have plans” she responded being cryptic. He frowned a little.
“With?” he laughed at her mysteriousness. She huffed. There was no easy way of saying it. She was about to say something when there was a knock on her door. She turned to see Andy standing there in his suit and long woollen coat.
“Hey, sorry if I’m a bit early, I was told to come down here to find you” he beamed. Y/N went over to him greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. Ari folded his arms and just stared at Andy as Y/N led him into the room.
“I’m just putting stuff in my bag now, give me two minutes” she paused and spun to look at Ari who was seething under his cool exterior and she knew that look only too well. Usually when he was pissed at the upper level management putting pressure on staff with impossible targets or ideas. “Ari, I’d like you to meet Andy Barber, Andy this is my best friend, mentor and reason why I got through my first year here, Ari Levinson” she introduced.
“Hi, pleasure to meet you” Andy extended his hand. Ari stood up and rubbed a hand over his beard before reluctantly shaking Andy’s hand.
“You too” Ari flatly spoke. He passed Andy and exchanged a primal look, one of a pack leader whose status has been threatened. Narrowing his eyes at Andy, Ari nodded slowly almost trying to summarise him in one glance. “I’ll call you tomorrow Bubala” Ari said to Y/N as he left. She called out after him to say thanks and then walked towards Andy. Giving her an uncomfortable grin, she apologised to him and explained that Ari was overprotective, especially given the history of Andy.
“And do you still feel ok around me?” he asked.
“If I didn’t feel ok around you then I wouldn’t invite you to mine for dinner. Andy, I told you before I feel safe around you” she spoke softly. She held out her hand, “C’mon we have dinner and work to do”, he felt reassured and laced his fingers with hers as they left.
Dinner had consisted of pasta, jokes and comfortable conversation. Both had really relaxed in each other’s company and were enjoying themselves. After dinner, she went through her unit of work with him explaining that, this year, there were some students who had optimum learning through very different styles. He showed her everything that the museum, and he, could offer. She sat there making notes as he read the scheme of work, he stopped to glance at her. A heart-warming curl of the lips fast appeared on his face while she remained oblivious as she carried on working. She realised he was staring.
“What?” she asked confused.
“Nothing, it’s stupid” he replied realising he’d been caught.
“It’s not stupid if it matters to you” she offered. He pressed his lips into a thin line and with a nod he sighed.
“I’ve not experienced something like this in a long time. You know, the whole sharing time with someone while you both work together in the same vicinity. The feeling of being completely at ease with someone” he confessed. Facing him, she placed a hand on his arm.
“Do you miss her?” she quizzed.
“Yeah, even though she was cheating, she was still my wife. I mean I had a life, a family with her and I was expected to just move on”
“It couldn’t have been easy. I mean being arrested and stuff. How are you expected to go through that without it changing you somehow?” she asked him.
“I had a lot of nightmares about it” his words were mixed with pain that broke her heart.
“I’m sorry you went through that” she apologised barely audible. A few tears rolled down Andy’s cheeks.
“You’re the only one who has ever listened to me” he admitted. Y/N hugged him, surprising him. He embrace her tightly. She shifted back to look at him, his eyes were glassy. He looked at her lips then up at her, suddenly they were kissing deeply with a tenderness she’d never experienced before. His tongue sought permission to enter her mouth which she granted instantaneously, shifting from her chair to his lap where his arms protectively wrapped around her. As their lips parted, both panted slightly from the intensity of the kiss. He looked up at her apologetically but she soothed his worries with light kisses to his jawline. Usually she wasn’t this bold or brave but something about Andy made her feel that way. She stood up slowly and took his hand, the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He followed her lead to the bedroom.
Once they were in there, lips melded with more force than before, Andy pulled her to him. He sat on the bed pulled her on to his thigh so that she straddled his leg. He pulled her top off with force making her gasp into his mouth. He cupped her breasts in his hands and she whimpered with need. She made quick work of the buttons on his shirt pushing it off him. She began to rub against his thigh as he kissed her breasts through the bra. In a move so smooth, he discarded her bra and got her to stand between his legs. Undoing the fastening of her skirt, he watched it pool around her feet and pulled her closer to him. He splayed kisses over her stomach as she carded his hair. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of her panties and dragged them down slowly while maintaining a locked gaze with her. The desire in her eyes growing as she stepped out of the silky offending material, parting her legs for Andy nuzzle against her thighs, she shuddered in excitement as her sensitive skin reacted to his beard brushing against her. He stood up to remove his clothes and placed his lips on hers again.
“I really want to taste you and savour it but it’s been five years sweetheart, I need to have you now!” he rasped in her ear. She smirked and backed up onto the bed, spreading herself open for him. He crawled over her and ran his lips over her collar bone into the crook of Y/N’s neck. His beard tickling her and simultaneously sending sparks of excitement through her. She was wet and full of need. Andy lined himself up with her and started to push into her. Stopping a couple of times for her to adjust to his size. His moans of delight as he pushed right in indicated how touch starved Andy was.
“Andy I need you to move” Y/N breathed. He didn’t need telling twice as he pinned her wrists to the mattress and above her head. Lips connected, tongues danced and thrusts increased into a steady pace. She arched her back as Andy hit spots she never knew existed. She’d had a couple of relationships but sex was never like this.
“God sweetheart, you feel so good. I need you” he uttered as he continued to thrust.
“Fuck, Andy you have me, I need more, faster” she punctuated her words with breathless gasps at how big he was. She knew he was stretching her like never before as he continued each measured and powerful thrust. Her walls started to constrict around his cock bringing them both closer to their climax. “Y/N, I… Jesus, I’m gonna cum” he almost cried out as she began to milk him. Both in tune with other as their orgasms hit like tidal waves, their euphoric, sinful sounds filling the room. He collapsed on to her as his thrusts became more irregular as he slowed down and completely emptied into her. His breathing was heavy as he looked at her, that blissful afterglow of sex surrounding them. She craned up to kiss him again. He did so but softer this time, almost like she was fragile and he wanted to protect her. It was loving, it was warm. It was Andy.
They snuggled up together, legs tangled and the sheet covering them. His breathing pattern was still a little off as they calmed down.
“I’ve not felt like this in a long time, thank you” he spoke taking her hand and pressing it to his lips. She looked up with a demure smile.
“No one has ever made me feel so good Andy. I should be thanking you” she insisted.
“Y/N, is this a one off or something else?” his voice quivered with uncertainty, vulnerability awash on his features. She ran a finger over the side of his face, back and forth over Andy’s beard.
“What do you want it to be?”
“More. You’ve given me something I’ve not had in a very long time. Trust and love”
“Then we’ll make it more. It’s too early to decide what right now but I know that if you walk out of my place wanting nothing more, I’m scared that I’ll never feel for anyone else the way I feel when I’m with you” she admitted. Andy cupped her chin and tilted her head to look at him, he placed a chaste kiss on her mouth and curled his lips up into a smirk. He knew this was where he wanted to be. She fell asleep on him very quickly, he snuck out of bed to grab his phone then climbed back in careful not to wake Y/N. Unlocking it, he went into his contacts and found exactly who he was looking for.
Andy: Hey Nicholas, when will that cabin be ready?
NF: Three weeks
Andy: What? Why?
NF: Quality takes time.
Andy sighed chucking his phone aside while deep in thought. He couldn’t make it happen any sooner, he’d just have to wait another three weeks.
It was Sunday evening and Y/N was sat with Ari going over some work and just catching up in general while eating pizza. There was a slight tension in the air and she knew why. Ari was mulling it over in his mind and not asking her. Ari tried to avoid commenting on the marks on Y/N’s neck. He knew that there was something going on between her and Andy and it bothered him. He just had a bad feeling about him and was worried about his best friend. He didn’t want to have to identify her in a morgue somewhere because of Andy’s bloodlust. He still couldn’t believe the guy got acquitted in the first place. He huffed again as he wrote a grade on a page. Y/N rolled her eyes and looked up at Ari. Suddenly her phone beeped. She grinned and now it was Ari’s turn to roll his eyes.
Andy: I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about Friday night. Miss you baby xxx
Y/N: I can’t either. Miss you more xx
Ari coughed as if to get her attention. She glanced up at him.
“Let me guess… Andy” Ari spoke with sarcasm as Y/N shook her head at him.
“And if it is?” she challenged.
“I don’t get it. I warned you about him” Ari tried to refrain from shouting at her. He threw his work on the coffee table in front of him. Standing up he began to pace and run his hands over his face.
“Ari, I appreciate the concern. I really do but I just don’t think it was him. He’s a lovely guy and I would appreciate it if the two most important men in my life got on” her voice was pleading. Ari shook his head.
“I just don’t trust him, usually you trust me and my judgement. Why aren’t you listening to me now?” he asked sounding like he was scolding her. Now Y/N threw her paper’s down and stood up to go to face to face. She didn’t like how he was treating her like a child. She grabbed her bag and jacket. Ari watched in amazement at how she was acting. She’d never been like this with him. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“Home” she reached his front door and felt his gaze bore into her. She turned to look at him, “you’re being dramatic Ari. When you realise I’m not a child, your project or a brain dead bimbo then maybe we can talk” she spat before leaving and slamming the door behind her. Once she was away from Ari’s place she text Andy asking him to meet her. Right now she just needed him.
The following day, the school day had passed so quickly, Y/N avoided Ari and focused on her lessons. Ari was furious, not with her but with Andy for coming between them. Their friendship had always been solid. Now when he saw her, she looked tired. She’d been crying, that had been obvious. But she was also not willing to relent because she believed in Andy. Ari was going to talk to her after school ended but she wasn’t there. He wondered if she’d left already when he spotted her talking to the principal. The conversation looked deep but at the same time not like it was bad. Smiles and a handshake were shared. She was patted on the shoulder and thanked before parting ways. She adjusted her handbag and walked in Ari’s direction. He was about to speak to her when one of her senior students ran up to her. The weird thing was it was one of her more reluctant students and a well-known jock. He was showing something he’d done and she congratulated him. It was the first time Ari had seen Daryl Jones smile at an English tutor. Y/N watched as the student left her to run back to the gym. That’s when Ari approached her.
“Y/N” he spoke quietly. She eyed him warily and started to walk ahead, “I don’t want to argue” he called after her. She nodded to her classroom and he followed.
“Make it quick Ari, Andy’s waiting for me” she said in a no nonsense tone.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep last night ok. I was out of order. I hate this animosity and I know it was my fault ok” he confessed surprising her. Ari never liked apologising or admitting he was wrong.
“I’m sorry too Ari. I just wish you’d let me make my own choices and trust my judgement” she sighed.
“I do and I will, seems like Mr Heston was pleased with you Bubala” he genuinely smiled. She nodded excitedly.
“Yeah Daryl told him that he thinks he’ll graduate thanks to the new ways I’m doing this unit with him. I’ve found some breakthroughs thanks to Andy and if it means no summer school for students like Daryl then I’m happy because he has been a cause for concern for a while” she explained.
“That’s fantastic news. I’m really happy for you. You realise that Heston will be calling on you to talk with other faculties on how to approach these students right?”
“He already asked me but he also thinks that I should have an extra-curricular class for students like Daryl so that they don’t fall by the wayside. He’s even prepared to pay extra for it if it brings targets up” she beamed proud of herself.
“I’m so proud of you Bubala. I should let you go. As you said, Andy’s waiting. Look let’s do coffee this week and catch up, I promise I’ll be good and you can invite Andy too” he offered. Y/N agreed and hugged Ari before leaving. Ari went to his classroom and looked out at the carpark from his window. He spied Andy waiting for Y/N and observed as she looked at him like he was the most precious thing on earth. He pressed his lips into a tight line and clenched his fists as Andy pulled her to him and kissed Y/N with deep passion. Ari wasn’t ok with it. He’d never be ok with it but he didn’t know how to tell her without losing her. He’d just have to be there for her. He had a really bad gut feeling about Andy and he never ignored his instincts.
A few weeks had passed. Andy and Y/N were seeing each other practically every other day. She was developing strong feelings for Andy and felt things were heading in the right direction. The biggest issue Andy had was Ari. He had that same lack of trust for Ari that Ari had for him. It was the only thing Andy and Y/N had argued about. He didn’t like how Andy would call her ‘Bubala’. He also didn’t like how he’d text or call her at the most awkward of times even though he’d seen her a few hours earlier. Andy told Y/N that he was falling for her but something would have to be done about the amount of time she saw and spoke to Ari outside of work because Andy’s biggest insecurity was being cheated on. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Y/N. He just had no trust for Ari. He felt he was like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. After another argument that had Andy in tears, Y/N conceded. She knew if he was working with one woman all the time then seeing or texting her after work, she would hate it. She knew if she wanted that future she could see with Andy, she’d have to work on spending less time with Ari. It was a no brainer. It didn’t sit well with Ari when she’d explained that it was important for her future with Andy but she was his best friend and he didn’t want to tell her that he thought the behaviour was controlling especially when she asked if he wouldn’t call her Bubala around Andy. Ari didn’t care that it made Andy uncomfortable. It was how he’d say sweetheart. It was his nickname for her and had been in all the time they’d been around each other. It was just another way that he was getting under Ari’s skin.
Another two months passed rapidly. Y/N was now a specialist in the school for struggling students. She was also the go to teacher for advice on lesson and resource planning. Things were so busy now that she only saw Ari while at work, even then it was never the way they used to be because they were both so busy. Spring break was coming up, seniors were going into their final stretch and it was crazy all round. Plus senior management were observing staff to see how they were meeting new standards they’d put in. Occasionally Y/N and Ari would have a meet up on weekends or have a longer phone call but that was it. Andy would remind her by pointing at his watch when she was on the phone. Ari hated this space between them but he was always there regardless. Because that’s what best friends do. She’d been there for him when he got together with Barbara (the school receptionist) but she dumped him because of his friendship. He didn’t want Y/N to go through the same heartache if he could help her avoid it and, even though it killed him to admit it, Andy made her happy.
It was the night of the Literary Gala, Andy had been looking forward to this night for some time as the museum was getting an award for excellent standards. Andy looked extremely handsome in his black suit. His breath hitched when he saw Y/N step out in her burgundy halter-neck silk dress. It hugged her curves like a koala on a tree while ensuring nothing looked out of place. Her matching kitten heel slingbacks completed the outfit. Her hair danced over her shoulders as she moved with ease towards him. Andy felt like he was on top of the world and it had taken a long time to feel like that again. People came over to them, speaking to Andy like his past never existed, the acceptance, the smiles and all because she’d helped build him up and made this second chance possible. They were five minutes away from the award presentation when Y/N’s phone started ringing. She looked at it, it was Ari. She excused herself and moved to the wall as Andy watched her, unimpressed. He could see the way this conversation was going and made his way over to her.
“Sweetheart, we need to take our seats in a moment” he reminded her. She covered the mouthpiece of her phone. Looking at Andy apologetically she sighed.
“I need to take this call outside in the foyer. Ari has an observation tomorrow morning and needs to just run down his inclusion resources. If I don’t make sure it’s right I am in the line of fire too. My job is to ensure these things are in place”
“And he chooses now to call you? Convenient” Andy grimaced.
“Andy I won’t argue with you, give me five minutes ok” she kissed him on the cheek and left the hall.
Andy sat at the table. He explained to others, asking where Y/N had gone, that she helping another teacher with preparation for an observation. They nodded, some saying they understood because of their partners. Five minutes passed, she was still not back in there. Andy’s leg bobbed up and down nervously as he tried not to get angry. Ten minutes, nothing. Andy was now being called up to accept the award. He took it graciously and began to make his acceptance speech. Y/N slipped in halfway through and sat quickly making as little disruption as possible. Andy noticed. He held the lump in his throat as he finished his speech and made his way back to the table. Y/N kissed him but felt his frosty response. She tried to ignore it.
After the gala, the ride home felt long. Andy said nothing the whole journey. The look in his eyes was impossible to read and Y/N didn’t want to argue. Yes Ari’s timing could have been better but it was genuine. It wasn’t an excuse for a friendly catch up. She wanted to say something to Andy but the atmosphere was colder than Elsa’s castle in Frozen. She closed her eyes, pinching her nose slightly. Why did she have to be caught in the crossfire of two of the most stubborn men this world had to offer?
Andy pulled up in the driveway. He got out slamming his door shut and Y/N closed hers quietly watching as he locked it and stormed into his house. Y/N followed him not sure what to expect. That’s when it kicked off. Andy started shouting and hollering at her backing her into a corner telling her that he always felt like Ari was the third person in their relationship and that she was always putting him first. She tried to plead her case but he shoved her onto the sofa. He swept his arm across the fireplace shelf, sending the ornaments crashing to the floor. Y/N stood up, tears in her eyes she picked up her things.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“Home. Andy I’m not going to talk to you like this”
“Like what? Someone telling the truth? I’m not letting Ari come between us anymore!” his temper was out of control.
“You just did” Y/N muttered leaving the house in tears and calling for a cab.
An hour later Andy sighed. Looking around the room, he knew what he had to do and grabbed the cabin keys as well as his car keys. He was going to do what he should have done a week ago.
The school had been thrown into chaos the following morning. Ari’s observation cancelled as something more sinister had been thrown at them. Y/N hadn’t shown for work. Her phone was going straight through to voicemail and the police had been called in to check on her. When they turned up at the school, they asked to speak to Ari and the principal. Ari sat there feeling sick, unable to speak as the tears flowed. Her apartment had been ransacked. It looked like a struggle had occurred, there was blood that they were testing at this point and finger prints on the blood stained fabric. The principal and Ari told them everything they could that might help them, including of her relationship with Andy. They were both asked if they had alibis for last night and gave details. It didn’t surprise them as the police had to cover all bases. The principle gave Ari the rest of the week off and spring break as the police said it didn’t look good.
As Ari drove home he listened to the local news, the talk of Y/N missing was now hitting everywhere and the police were treating it as a possible murder. When he got home he paced like a caged animal. He wanted to be out but knew the police were doing all they could. That’s when the news of Andy’s arrest hit the airwaves. Suddenly his whole past was being dredged up. Ari didn’t want to listen to it and shut the news off.
It was about 9am when the police phoned Ari to let him know that not only had his alibi cleared but Andy was being charged with the abduction and suspected murder of Y/N. His finger prints and Y/N’s blood checked out on the fabric as well as Andy’s home security footage of the argument. They’d taken the keys he had on him and were investigating the cabin that he had bought recently despite him pleading that the cabin was going to be a surprise romantic getaway.
Ari couldn’t stay and listen to the news, it was too constricting for him. He asked the officers if he was free to travel because he couldn’t be around reminders of his best friend as it was too painful right now. They apologised to him and told him they had no further questions for him leaving him free to escape the place that was too much for him right now, everywhere he turned there was a reminder of her. As he drove out of town, the news reported that a cabin belonging to one Andy Barber had been on fire and a body was found inside barely recognisable.
He’d been on the road for six hours as he pulled off to an unmarked road. He pulled up in the driveway of a cabin by a private lake. He was met at the door by a man he knew only too well.
“Levinson,” the bearded long haired man greeted.
“Rogers, how did it all go?” he questioned.
“Like clockwork, but next time you need me please don’t ask me to work with someone who puts up so much of a fight. I don’t like having scratches on me that don’t belong to Nat” he advised.
“Sorry, she is a bit of a spitfire”
“Yeah, you got that right. Did you send the money?”
“Yes, your friend Barnes collected it on the night, great alibi” he beamed. Steve nodded.
“Well my job is done. See you around Levinson” Steve said dropping cabin keys into Ari’s hand.
He took his bag from the car and put it inside the door as he walked into the cabin. He made his way up the stairs to the master bedroom. There she was, tied to the bed in her underwear and fast asleep. His heart sped up at the sight of her there, all for him and no one was going to come between them now. He quietly made his way towards her and sat next to her on the bed. The movement woke her immediately. She gasped in relief seeing Ari there.
“Ari, you came to find me” Y/N spoke in relief.
“Of course Bubala, I’ll always find you” he spoke. Something in his tone seemed off. Y/N’s eyes panned.
“No Ari, please tell me they were not… Ari you have to let me go. Please. Let me go and I won’t say anything” she began to cry. Ari untied her arms and held her to him.
“Shhh, sweet girl, it’s ok, I promise you’ll learn to love me” he insisted before pressing his lips to hers, forcing her into a kiss. She was too weak to protest. As he loosened her leg ties and then took his clothes off. He climbed into bed with her. Her mind and body in total shock that her best friend was responsible for her abduction.
“Please Ari… people will ask about me… Andy…”
“Will now be doing time for your murder Bubala. Your body has been found and all evidence points to him” he was almost singing as he told her. He sounded blissfully happy as he moved into position of big spoon and held her to him, his arm’s vice grip like that of a boa constrictor.
“Why?” she asked, her voice muffled by her tears.
“You’re my Bubala and he tried to take you from me. You and I have something special. I love you and I know you will learn to love me in the same way because we have that connection already” he cooed in her ear pressing light kisses to the side of her head.
“You love me?” she asked in disbelief.
“Bubala, I worship you. You are my everything” he whispered. She tremored in his arms, her face almost drained of emotion, not knowing how to feel. Did she love Ari? Did she ask for this in some way? She had always been close to him, slept at his numerous times. Was it something she’d done? Or was Ari right? Was she going to learn to love him? She’d always felt empty without him there. Hated the restrictions Andy put on their friendship. Then there was the way Andy terrified her. Something in his eyes scared her that night, that cold, murderous stare. The threat to make sure Ari was not in her life again. Suddenly she felt so vulnerable and lost, and only Ari could make that better. She closed her eyes and turned in Ari’s arms to look at him.
“I’m sorry Ari. I… I should have listened to you. I was so stupid, now I’m here sobbing in your arms like a mess and it’s all my fault. All you were trying to do was protect me” she cried into his shoulder. He cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her head up to him. He kissed her softly and broke the kiss not allowing it to become deep and confusing for her right now. He gave her a warm smile.
“You are not a mess, my sweet, sweet girl. You are gorgeous. But you’re going to be even more beautiful when I breed you, fill you up and make you mine forever. Bubala you will look ever more the goddess with your belly swollen with my children. We’re going to be so happy here” he told her kissing her tenderly.
“Yours forever” she sighed into the kiss holding onto him not sure whether it was her heart talking or her brain as a result of the trauma of the last few days. Either way, she felt like she was in a safe cocoon and right now the only place she wanted to be was in Ari’s arms.
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ladyfallonavenger · 12 hours ago
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Gaaahhhh!!!! This is just so brilliant, each chapter has me climbing the walls for more. I'm so happy that Mary and the reader have that bond. Though Frank says he loves her I wonder if there will always be that little nagging thought now in the back of his mind as it is human nature. As for him beating up Andy, I'm rubbing my hands together excited about what this guy is going to do next. His sexy dark brain is working its magic already. So well written. Love you @syntheticavenger x
Moment’s Silence - Part Eight
Dark! Andy Barber x Female Reader & Frank Adler x Female Reader
So I had an idea to base a fic around Indecent Proposal andddd thus this  was born! Thank you all for your comments and re-blogs, I love hearing from you all. I can’t wait to hear what this chapter brings.
Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven
Warnings:  18+ ONLY. ANGST. Listen, I teared up writing this so this should be a warning. Violence (not to the Reader), unprotected sex. Andy’s ridiculous determination.
Beautiful moodboard by the lovely and talented @ozarkthedog​.
Summary | The tumultuous relationship between twin brothers Frank and Andy takes a turn for the worse when Andy offers to wipe out Frank’s debt by asking   for the one thing Andy wants that Frank has.
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There are only two days left before you have to drag yourself from this bed that you’re currently in, to make the journey to your mother’s house where you’ll have to listen to her unsolicited words of wisdom. If you could, you’d stay inside this small motel room forever, like a fading memory. You haven’t had enough energy to move, your core still sore from Andy’s efforts that have the flashbacks rushing back each time you move.
Your phone is dead but the desire to charge it, so see the notifications that you know will fill the screen only makes you more anxious. Too many thoughts are piling on. Finding a job, avoiding the inevitable question of why you and Frank are not together, Roberta trying to be helpful but not helpful at the same time.
And your devastation at never seeing Mary or Frank ever again.
You sniffle as more tears come, rolling down your cheeks and soaking into the pillow. This is the safest place you can be, tucked away where no one knows who you are, not aware of what you’ve done. You remember the look on Andy’s face, how broken he appeared when you told him your truth. You were fortunate he hadn’t come after you but at the same time, you had felt so used that what little worth you had from those weeks ago, when you were Frank’s is now gone, the rug pulled out from under you at your own decision.
All this crying has made your throat dry, and when you finally stand up, your head spins while you stand in one place to center yourself before you count out your change to get more bottles of water from the vending machine. It’s still quiet when you begin your trek, the sound of kids in the pool as they shrief amid the water sloshing when they jump in. When you pass the RVs that are parked, you reminisce about the time you wanted to take Mary on a trip and your heart clenches at the thought.
With the money Frank has now, you’re sure they can buy one and she’ll get to see the country.
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ladyfallonavenger · 20 hours ago
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Don't Trust Him
Andy Barber x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader
Word Count: 6638
Warnings: NSFW 18+ Minors please shoo, dark characters, abduction, possessiveness, controlling behaviour, mentions of murder, arson, violent behaviour, arguments, emotional and mental abuse to some extent and relative Stockholm syndrome signs. I’ve tried to cover everything I can think of that could trigger people.
Summary: Best friends have their friendship turned upside down when Andy Barber comes between them.
Prompts: “Shhh, sweet girl, it’s ok, I promise you’ll learn to love me” & “I can’t stop thinking about you”
This was written for Siri’s 5k Soft Dark Challenge. It’s definitely been a challenge for me as I’ve never written anything purely or solely for Chris’ characters before. This isn’t beta read and all mistakes are my own. So I hope you enjoy it and feel free to like, comment and/or reblog. Feedback is always appreciated.
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The bell rang and the teens just poured out of the classrooms marking the end of another day. Y/N tidied up her classroom a little and then settled at her desk to grade some papers. She’d been teaching in Boston for three years but was still considered the baby of the English faculty even though she was in her early thirties. There were a lot of old traditional teachers still working there. Not that she minded as it was helpful to work with people with years of experience.
“You’re always grading or planning, come and grab a coffee with me Bubala” Ari said standing in the doorway of the classroom, leaning against the frame and with his arms crossed. She looked up and smiled shaking her head. He walked over to her and perched himself on the corner of her desk. “Bubala, you’re ignoring me” he almost sang extending the word Bubala.
“Ari I’m trying to grade these papers” she protested looking up at him. The grin on his face was infectious.
“That’s what Sunday night panicking is for” he teased.
“Ari you’re such a bad influence for someone who is supposed to be my friend” she mock argued.
“Hey, this bad influence was your mentor and got you through that first year remember” he laughed.
“Yes, I know. I owe my teaching excellence to you Ari Levinson” she faux gushed conceding and standing up to grab her bag.
“And don’t you forget it Bubala” he draped an arm over her shoulder as they left her classroom.
The drive to the coffee shop on a Friday afternoon was liberating because it meant the weekend was here and they had some downtime. They’d gotten around using the weekend for planning by coming up with the units of study and resources over the first summer she had there. Ari studied Y/N’s actions, he knew she was still thinking about work. She had trouble switching off at times no matter what he taught her to get around it.
“Your brain is still ticking but we’ve left, what’s the rule?” he told her.
“I know, I buy the next coffees. Ari I was thinking about the Poe unit we’re doing and I wondered what you thought about bringing in the local historian and Poe expert to talk to the kids about the context to his poetry and tails” she sipped her cappuccino wincing a little at the heat.
“No” Ari shut her down as he took a bite out of his chocolate éclair.
“No? That’s it?”
“Exactly. No” Ari replied.
“Why?”
“Look Bubala, you’re my best friend here ok. I don’t want you putting yourself in danger because you don’t know the history of the people here” he remarked as he stirred his latte. Y/N looked at Ari with confusion.
“What danger?” she pushed further. Ari gave off an irritated sigh as he dropped his spoon on the table. Rolling his eyes, he looked up at Y/N.
“Five years ago Andy Barber’s wife and son were murdered quite horrifically. It was all over local news. He was arrested, put on trial as the main suspect but was acquitted, evidence was just ‘circumstantial’” he told her.
“It’s doesn’t mean he did it Ari”
“It doesn’t mean he didn’t, murderous tendencies run in his family,” he explained further, “look, the guy is bad news. I know you want to do more to make lessons interesting but there are other ways and none of them involve Barber” he tried to look at her with pleading eyes and she nodded sitting back in her chair and looking disappointed.
Saturday morning, Y/N was up early and ready to visit the Poe museum. She was really excited about it. Walking around the place she felt so in awe. Edgar Allan Poe had been her favourite poet since childhood. This was a dream come true for her. She stood in front of a painting that was a summary of his most romantic poem.
“But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee” a velvety voice spoke behind her.
“With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven coveted her and me” she grinned not looking back.
“Let’s see if you know your stuff,” the voice aired, something about it made her tingle and she hadn’t even seen who it was yet. “And neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons down under the sea…” he quoted stepping towards her slowly.
“Can ever dissever my soul from the soul of the beautiful Annabel Lee” she finished the lines turning to him. His lips curled up into a gentle smirk.
“Andy” he introduced holding his hand out.
“Y/N” she replied going to shake his hand, but he brought it to his lips and kissed it in chivalrous way. Y/N couldn’t help but blush at this tall, handsome fine specimen of a man. After introductions, they struck up a conversation as he gave her a tour of the museum. As it came to an end he invited her for lunch, an offer she took up immediately. He followed it up with showing her around some of Boston’s best hidden gems. It was nearly six in the evening when they were walking in the park, her arm tucked in his. She’d not enjoyed herself this much in such a long time. She put her head on his shoulder as they sat on a bench watching people as they walked by. He rested his head lightly on hers.
“I’ve really enjoyed today Y/N” he confessed, “a lot of people avoid me like the plague”
“Because of five years ago?” she mused. He sat up and turned to look at her with surprise in his eyes.
“You… You know?” he stuttered.
“Of course I know”
“But… but you’re still here and spent the day with me” he was stunned. He’d been living a very lonely life following the acquittal. Most of his old friends stopped talking to him. It was hard to make new friends in a place where gossip was the assumed truth.
“You were acquitted. Andy I don’t go by what people tell me. I’d rather find out for myself and I’ve really enjoyed myself today” she assured. Tears welled in Andy’s eyes as he hugged her. It felt good for someone to see beyond the rumours and lies.
“I have to go soon, Andy but can you put your number in my phone?” she asked. He nodded and did as she asked. She rang him and he saved her number. As he walked her back to her apartment they discussed meeting up again. She agreed to go on a date with him as there was something endearing about him that she couldn’t quite explain. As they got to her block he kissed her on the cheek, thanked her for a wonderful day and watched her enter the building. She was bursting with excitement inside. Andy Barber was nothing like Ari described him and wondered if it was just Ari being over protective as always. As Andy walked away from the building he looked at a selfie they’d taken that day and ran his finger over the image of her face slowly. Maybe he’d found the one and this time she was perfect.
Days passed quickly, Andy often shared texts with Y/N. Sometimes it was jokes, other times it was deep and meaningful. She invited him over to talk to him about something she wanted to work on and make it interesting in class. He agreed instantly that they would meet Friday evening after work. Friday approached really fast. As her class left at the end of the school day, she sat at her desk to get on with grading new work for one of her groups. Like clockwork Ari turned up at her door to tease her and get her to join him for their weekly coffee date.
“Bubala why do you insist on keeping me waiting by overworking every week?” Ari teased. Y/N laughed standing up and popping her planning book into her bag.
“Sorry my lovely but I have plans tonight”
“What? Oh you’re breaking my heart” he chuckled putting his hands over his heart. “So what is so special that you’re ditching me for Bubala?” he rested his hands on his thighs as he sat on her desk.
“I have plans” she responded being cryptic. He frowned a little.
“With?” he laughed at her mysteriousness. She huffed. There was no easy way of saying it. She was about to say something when there was a knock on her door. She turned to see Andy standing there in his suit and long woollen coat.
“Hey, sorry if I’m a bit early, I was told to come down here to find you” he beamed. Y/N went over to him greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. Ari folded his arms and just stared at Andy as Y/N led him into the room.
“I’m just putting stuff in my bag now, give me two minutes” she paused and spun to look at Ari who was seething under his cool exterior and she knew that look only too well. Usually when he was pissed at the upper level management putting pressure on staff with impossible targets or ideas. “Ari, I’d like you to meet Andy Barber, Andy this is my best friend, mentor and reason why I got through my first year here, Ari Levinson” she introduced.
“Hi, pleasure to meet you” Andy extended his hand. Ari stood up and rubbed a hand over his beard before reluctantly shaking Andy’s hand.
“You too” Ari flatly spoke. He passed Andy and exchanged a primal look, one of a pack leader whose status has been threatened. Narrowing his eyes at Andy, Ari nodded slowly almost trying to summarise him in one glance. “I’ll call you tomorrow Bubala” Ari said to Y/N as he left. She called out after him to say thanks and then walked towards Andy. Giving her an uncomfortable grin, she apologised to him and explained that Ari was overprotective, especially given the history of Andy.
“And do you still feel ok around me?” he asked.
“If I didn’t feel ok around you then I wouldn’t invite you to mine for dinner. Andy, I told you before I feel safe around you” she spoke softly. She held out her hand, “C’mon we have dinner and work to do”, he felt reassured and laced his fingers with hers as they left.
Dinner had consisted of pasta, jokes and comfortable conversation. Both had really relaxed in each other’s company and were enjoying themselves. After dinner, she went through her unit of work with him explaining that, this year, there were some students who had optimum learning through very different styles. He showed her everything that the museum, and he, could offer. She sat there making notes as he read the scheme of work, he stopped to glance at her. A heart-warming curl of the lips fast appeared on his face while she remained oblivious as she carried on working. She realised he was staring.
“What?” she asked confused.
“Nothing, it’s stupid” he replied realising he’d been caught.
“It’s not stupid if it matters to you” she offered. He pressed his lips into a thin line and with a nod he sighed.
“I’ve not experienced something like this in a long time. You know, the whole sharing time with someone while you both work together in the same vicinity. The feeling of being completely at ease with someone” he confessed. Facing him, she placed a hand on his arm.
“Do you miss her?” she quizzed.
“Yeah, even though she was cheating, she was still my wife. I mean I had a life, a family with her and I was expected to just move on”
“It couldn’t have been easy. I mean being arrested and stuff. How are you expected to go through that without it changing you somehow?” she asked him.
“I had a lot of nightmares about it” his words were mixed with pain that broke her heart.
“I’m sorry you went through that” she apologised barely audible. A few tears rolled down Andy’s cheeks.
“You’re the only one who has ever listened to me” he admitted. Y/N hugged him, surprising him. He embrace her tightly. She shifted back to look at him, his eyes were glassy. He looked at her lips then up at her, suddenly they were kissing deeply with a tenderness she’d never experienced before. His tongue sought permission to enter her mouth which she granted instantaneously, shifting from her chair to his lap where his arms protectively wrapped around her. As their lips parted, both panted slightly from the intensity of the kiss. He looked up at her apologetically but she soothed his worries with light kisses to his jawline. Usually she wasn’t this bold or brave but something about Andy made her feel that way. She stood up slowly and took his hand, the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. He followed her lead to the bedroom.
Once they were in there, lips melded with more force than before, Andy pulled her to him. He sat on the bed pulled her on to his thigh so that she straddled his leg. He pulled her top off with force making her gasp into his mouth. He cupped her breasts in his hands and she whimpered with need. She made quick work of the buttons on his shirt pushing it off him. She began to rub against his thigh as he kissed her breasts through the bra. In a move so smooth, he discarded her bra and got her to stand between his legs. Undoing the fastening of her skirt, he watched it pool around her feet and pulled her closer to him. He splayed kisses over her stomach as she carded his hair. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of her panties and dragged them down slowly while maintaining a locked gaze with her. The desire in her eyes growing as she stepped out of the silky offending material, parting her legs for Andy nuzzle against her thighs, she shuddered in excitement as her sensitive skin reacted to his beard brushing against her. He stood up to remove his clothes and placed his lips on hers again.
“I really want to taste you and savour it but it’s been five years sweetheart, I need to have you now!” he rasped in her ear. She smirked and backed up onto the bed, spreading herself open for him. He crawled over her and ran his lips over her collar bone into the crook of Y/N’s neck. His beard tickling her and simultaneously sending sparks of excitement through her. She was wet and full of need. Andy lined himself up with her and started to push into her. Stopping a couple of times for her to adjust to his size. His moans of delight as he pushed right in indicated how touch starved Andy was.
“Andy I need you to move” Y/N breathed. He didn’t need telling twice as he pinned her wrists to the mattress and above her head. Lips connected, tongues danced and thrusts increased into a steady pace. She arched her back as Andy hit spots she never knew existed. She’d had a couple of relationships but sex was never like this.
“God sweetheart, you feel so good. I need you” he uttered as he continued to thrust.
“Fuck, Andy you have me, I need more, faster” she punctuated her words with breathless gasps at how big he was. She knew he was stretching her like never before as he continued each measured and powerful thrust. Her walls started to constrict around his cock bringing them both closer to their climax. “Y/N, I… Jesus, I’m gonna cum” he almost cried out as she began to milk him. Both in tune with other as their orgasms hit like tidal waves, their euphoric, sinful sounds filling the room. He collapsed on to her as his thrusts became more irregular as he slowed down and completely emptied into her. His breathing was heavy as he looked at her, that blissful afterglow of sex surrounding them. She craned up to kiss him again. He did so but softer this time, almost like she was fragile and he wanted to protect her. It was loving, it was warm. It was Andy.
They snuggled up together, legs tangled and the sheet covering them. His breathing pattern was still a little off as they calmed down.
“I’ve not felt like this in a long time, thank you” he spoke taking her hand and pressing it to his lips. She looked up with a demure smile.
“No one has ever made me feel so good Andy. I should be thanking you” she insisted.
“Y/N, is this a one off or something else?” his voice quivered with uncertainty, vulnerability awash on his features. She ran a finger over the side of his face, back and forth over Andy’s beard.
“What do you want it to be?”
“More. You’ve given me something I’ve not had in a very long time. Trust and love”
“Then we’ll make it more. It’s too early to decide what right now but I know that if you walk out of my place wanting nothing more, I’m scared that I’ll never feel for anyone else the way I feel when I’m with you” she admitted. Andy cupped her chin and tilted her head to look at him, he placed a chaste kiss on her mouth and curled his lips up into a smirk. He knew this was where he wanted to be. She fell asleep on him very quickly, he snuck out of bed to grab his phone then climbed back in careful not to wake Y/N. Unlocking it, he went into his contacts and found exactly who he was looking for.
Andy: Hey Nicholas, when will that cabin be ready?
NF: Three weeks
Andy: What? Why?
NF: Quality takes time.
Andy sighed chucking his phone aside while deep in thought. He couldn’t make it happen any sooner, he’d just have to wait another three weeks.
It was Sunday evening and Y/N was sat with Ari going over some work and just catching up in general while eating pizza. There was a slight tension in the air and she knew why. Ari was mulling it over in his mind and not asking her. Ari tried to avoid commenting on the marks on Y/N’s neck. He knew that there was something going on between her and Andy and it bothered him. He just had a bad feeling about him and was worried about his best friend. He didn’t want to have to identify her in a morgue somewhere because of Andy’s bloodlust. He still couldn’t believe the guy got acquitted in the first place. He huffed again as he wrote a grade on a page. Y/N rolled her eyes and looked up at Ari. Suddenly her phone beeped. She grinned and now it was Ari’s turn to roll his eyes.
Andy: I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about Friday night. Miss you baby xxx
Y/N: I can’t either. Miss you more xx
Ari coughed as if to get her attention. She glanced up at him.
“Let me guess… Andy” Ari spoke with sarcasm as Y/N shook her head at him.
“And if it is?” she challenged.
“I don’t get it. I warned you about him” Ari tried to refrain from shouting at her. He threw his work on the coffee table in front of him. Standing up he began to pace and run his hands over his face.
“Ari, I appreciate the concern. I really do but I just don’t think it was him. He’s a lovely guy and I would appreciate it if the two most important men in my life got on” her voice was pleading. Ari shook his head.
“I just don’t trust him, usually you trust me and my judgement. Why aren’t you listening to me now?” he asked sounding like he was scolding her. Now Y/N threw her paper’s down and stood up to go to face to face. She didn’t like how he was treating her like a child. She grabbed her bag and jacket. Ari watched in amazement at how she was acting. She’d never been like this with him. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“Home” she reached his front door and felt his gaze bore into her. She turned to look at him, “you’re being dramatic Ari. When you realise I’m not a child, your project or a brain dead bimbo then maybe we can talk” she spat before leaving and slamming the door behind her. Once she was away from Ari’s place she text Andy asking him to meet her. Right now she just needed him.
The following day, the school day had passed so quickly, Y/N avoided Ari and focused on her lessons. Ari was furious, not with her but with Andy for coming between them. Their friendship had always been solid. Now when he saw her, she looked tired. She’d been crying, that had been obvious. But she was also not willing to relent because she believed in Andy. Ari was going to talk to her after school ended but she wasn’t there. He wondered if she’d left already when he spotted her talking to the principal. The conversation looked deep but at the same time not like it was bad. Smiles and a handshake were shared. She was patted on the shoulder and thanked before parting ways. She adjusted her handbag and walked in Ari’s direction. He was about to speak to her when one of her senior students ran up to her. The weird thing was it was one of her more reluctant students and a well-known jock. He was showing something he’d done and she congratulated him. It was the first time Ari had seen Daryl Jones smile at an English tutor. Y/N watched as the student left her to run back to the gym. That’s when Ari approached her.
“Y/N” he spoke quietly. She eyed him warily and started to walk ahead, “I don’t want to argue” he called after her. She nodded to her classroom and he followed.
“Make it quick Ari, Andy’s waiting for me” she said in a no nonsense tone.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep last night ok. I was out of order. I hate this animosity and I know it was my fault ok” he confessed surprising her. Ari never liked apologising or admitting he was wrong.
“I’m sorry too Ari. I just wish you’d let me make my own choices and trust my judgement” she sighed.
“I do and I will, seems like Mr Heston was pleased with you Bubala” he genuinely smiled. She nodded excitedly.
“Yeah Daryl told him that he thinks he’ll graduate thanks to the new ways I’m doing this unit with him. I’ve found some breakthroughs thanks to Andy and if it means no summer school for students like Daryl then I’m happy because he has been a cause for concern for a while” she explained.
“That’s fantastic news. I’m really happy for you. You realise that Heston will be calling on you to talk with other faculties on how to approach these students right?”
“He already asked me but he also thinks that I should have an extra-curricular class for students like Daryl so that they don’t fall by the wayside. He’s even prepared to pay extra for it if it brings targets up” she beamed proud of herself.
“I’m so proud of you Bubala. I should let you go. As you said, Andy’s waiting. Look let’s do coffee this week and catch up, I promise I’ll be good and you can invite Andy too” he offered. Y/N agreed and hugged Ari before leaving. Ari went to his classroom and looked out at the carpark from his window. He spied Andy waiting for Y/N and observed as she looked at him like he was the most precious thing on earth. He pressed his lips into a tight line and clenched his fists as Andy pulled her to him and kissed Y/N with deep passion. Ari wasn’t ok with it. He’d never be ok with it but he didn’t know how to tell her without losing her. He’d just have to be there for her. He had a really bad gut feeling about Andy and he never ignored his instincts.
A few weeks had passed. Andy and Y/N were seeing each other practically every other day. She was developing strong feelings for Andy and felt things were heading in the right direction. The biggest issue Andy had was Ari. He had that same lack of trust for Ari that Ari had for him. It was the only thing Andy and Y/N had argued about. He didn’t like how Andy would call her ‘Bubala’. He also didn’t like how he’d text or call her at the most awkward of times even though he’d seen her a few hours earlier. Andy told Y/N that he was falling for her but something would have to be done about the amount of time she saw and spoke to Ari outside of work because Andy’s biggest insecurity was being cheated on. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Y/N. He just had no trust for Ari. He felt he was like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. After another argument that had Andy in tears, Y/N conceded. She knew if he was working with one woman all the time then seeing or texting her after work, she would hate it. She knew if she wanted that future she could see with Andy, she’d have to work on spending less time with Ari. It was a no brainer. It didn’t sit well with Ari when she’d explained that it was important for her future with Andy but she was his best friend and he didn’t want to tell her that he thought the behaviour was controlling especially when she asked if he wouldn’t call her Bubala around Andy. Ari didn’t care that it made Andy uncomfortable. It was how he’d say sweetheart. It was his nickname for her and had been in all the time they’d been around each other. It was just another way that he was getting under Ari’s skin.
Another two months passed rapidly. Y/N was now a specialist in the school for struggling students. She was also the go to teacher for advice on lesson and resource planning. Things were so busy now that she only saw Ari while at work, even then it was never the way they used to be because they were both so busy. Spring break was coming up, seniors were going into their final stretch and it was crazy all round. Plus senior management were observing staff to see how they were meeting new standards they’d put in. Occasionally Y/N and Ari would have a meet up on weekends or have a longer phone call but that was it. Andy would remind her by pointing at his watch when she was on the phone. Ari hated this space between them but he was always there regardless. Because that’s what best friends do. She’d been there for him when he got together with Barbara (the school receptionist) but she dumped him because of his friendship. He didn’t want Y/N to go through the same heartache if he could help her avoid it and, even though it killed him to admit it, Andy made her happy.
It was the night of the Literary Gala, Andy had been looking forward to this night for some time as the museum was getting an award for excellent standards. Andy looked extremely handsome in his black suit. His breath hitched when he saw Y/N step out in her burgundy halter-neck silk dress. It hugged her curves like a koala on a tree while ensuring nothing looked out of place. Her matching kitten heel slingbacks completed the outfit. Her hair danced over her shoulders as she moved with ease towards him. Andy felt like he was on top of the world and it had taken a long time to feel like that again. People came over to them, speaking to Andy like his past never existed, the acceptance, the smiles and all because she’d helped build him up and made this second chance possible. They were five minutes away from the award presentation when Y/N’s phone started ringing. She looked at it, it was Ari. She excused herself and moved to the wall as Andy watched her, unimpressed. He could see the way this conversation was going and made his way over to her.
“Sweetheart, we need to take our seats in a moment” he reminded her. She covered the mouthpiece of her phone. Looking at Andy apologetically she sighed.
“I need to take this call outside in the foyer. Ari has an observation tomorrow morning and needs to just run down his inclusion resources. If I don’t make sure it’s right I am in the line of fire too. My job is to ensure these things are in place”
“And he chooses now to call you? Convenient” Andy grimaced.
“Andy I won’t argue with you, give me five minutes ok” she kissed him on the cheek and left the hall.
Andy sat at the table. He explained to others, asking where Y/N had gone, that she helping another teacher with preparation for an observation. They nodded, some saying they understood because of their partners. Five minutes passed, she was still not back in there. Andy’s leg bobbed up and down nervously as he tried not to get angry. Ten minutes, nothing. Andy was now being called up to accept the award. He took it graciously and began to make his acceptance speech. Y/N slipped in halfway through and sat quickly making as little disruption as possible. Andy noticed. He held the lump in his throat as he finished his speech and made his way back to the table. Y/N kissed him but felt his frosty response. She tried to ignore it.
After the gala, the ride home felt long. Andy said nothing the whole journey. The look in his eyes was impossible to read and Y/N didn’t want to argue. Yes Ari’s timing could have been better but it was genuine. It wasn’t an excuse for a friendly catch up. She wanted to say something to Andy but the atmosphere was colder than Elsa’s castle in Frozen. She closed her eyes, pinching her nose slightly. Why did she have to be caught in the crossfire of two of the most stubborn men this world had to offer?
Andy pulled up in the driveway. He got out slamming his door shut and Y/N closed hers quietly watching as he locked it and stormed into his house. Y/N followed him not sure what to expect. That’s when it kicked off. Andy started shouting and hollering at her backing her into a corner telling her that he always felt like Ari was the third person in their relationship and that she was always putting him first. She tried to plead her case but he shoved her onto the sofa. He swept his arm across the fireplace shelf, sending the ornaments crashing to the floor. Y/N stood up, tears in her eyes she picked up her things.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
“Home. Andy I’m not going to talk to you like this”
“Like what? Someone telling the truth? I’m not letting Ari come between us anymore!” his temper was out of control.
“You just did” Y/N muttered leaving the house in tears and calling for a cab.
An hour later Andy sighed. Looking around the room, he knew what he had to do and grabbed the cabin keys as well as his car keys. He was going to do what he should have done a week ago.
The school had been thrown into chaos the following morning. Ari’s observation cancelled as something more sinister had been thrown at them. Y/N hadn’t shown for work. Her phone was going straight through to voicemail and the police had been called in to check on her. When they turned up at the school, they asked to speak to Ari and the principal. Ari sat there feeling sick, unable to speak as the tears flowed. Her apartment had been ransacked. It looked like a struggle had occurred, there was blood that they were testing at this point and finger prints on the blood stained fabric. The principal and Ari told them everything they could that might help them, including of her relationship with Andy. They were both asked if they had alibis for last night and gave details. It didn’t surprise them as the police had to cover all bases. The principle gave Ari the rest of the week off and spring break as the police said it didn’t look good.
As Ari drove home he listened to the local news, the talk of Y/N missing was now hitting everywhere and the police were treating it as a possible murder. When he got home he paced like a caged animal. He wanted to be out but knew the police were doing all they could. That’s when the news of Andy’s arrest hit the airwaves. Suddenly his whole past was being dredged up. Ari didn’t want to listen to it and shut the news off.
It was about 9am when the police phoned Ari to let him know that not only had his alibi cleared but Andy was being charged with the abduction and suspected murder of Y/N. His finger prints and Y/N’s blood checked out on the fabric as well as Andy’s home security footage of the argument. They’d taken the keys he had on him and were investigating the cabin that he had bought recently despite him pleading that the cabin was going to be a surprise romantic getaway.
Ari couldn’t stay and listen to the news, it was too constricting for him. He asked the officers if he was free to travel because he couldn’t be around reminders of his best friend as it was too painful right now. They apologised to him and told him they had no further questions for him leaving him free to escape the place that was too much for him right now, everywhere he turned there was a reminder of her. As he drove out of town, the news reported that a cabin belonging to one Andy Barber had been on fire and a body was found inside barely recognisable.
He’d been on the road for six hours as he pulled off to an unmarked road. He pulled up in the driveway of a cabin by a private lake. He was met at the door by a man he knew only too well.
“Levinson,” the bearded long haired man greeted.
“Rogers, how did it all go?” he questioned.
“Like clockwork, but next time you need me please don’t ask me to work with someone who puts up so much of a fight. I don’t like having scratches on me that don’t belong to Nat” he advised.
“Sorry, she is a bit of a spitfire”
“Yeah, you got that right. Did you send the money?”
“Yes, your friend Barnes collected it on the night, great alibi” he beamed. Steve nodded.
“Well my job is done. See you around Levinson” Steve said dropping cabin keys into Ari’s hand.
He took his bag from the car and put it inside the door as he walked into the cabin. He made his way up the stairs to the master bedroom. There she was, tied to the bed in her underwear and fast asleep. His heart sped up at the sight of her there, all for him and no one was going to come between them now. He quietly made his way towards her and sat next to her on the bed. The movement woke her immediately. She gasped in relief seeing Ari there.
“Ari, you came to find me” Y/N spoke in relief.
“Of course Bubala, I’ll always find you” he spoke. Something in his tone seemed off. Y/N’s eyes panned.
“No Ari, please tell me they were not… Ari you have to let me go. Please. Let me go and I won’t say anything” she began to cry. Ari untied her arms and held her to him.
“Shhh, sweet girl, it’s ok, I promise you’ll learn to love me” he insisted before pressing his lips to hers, forcing her into a kiss. She was too weak to protest. As he loosened her leg ties and then took his clothes off. He climbed into bed with her. Her mind and body in total shock that her best friend was responsible for her abduction.
“Please Ari… people will ask about me… Andy…”
“Will now be doing time for your murder Bubala. Your body has been found and all evidence points to him” he was almost singing as he told her. He sounded blissfully happy as he moved into position of big spoon and held her to him, his arm’s vice grip like that of a boa constrictor.
“Why?” she asked, her voice muffled by her tears.
“You’re my Bubala and he tried to take you from me. You and I have something special. I love you and I know you will learn to love me in the same way because we have that connection already” he cooed in her ear pressing light kisses to the side of her head.
“You love me?” she asked in disbelief.
“Bubala, I worship you. You are my everything” he whispered. She tremored in his arms, her face almost drained of emotion, not knowing how to feel. Did she love Ari? Did she ask for this in some way? She had always been close to him, slept at his numerous times. Was it something she’d done? Or was Ari right? Was she going to learn to love him? She’d always felt empty without him there. Hated the restrictions Andy put on their friendship. Then there was the way Andy terrified her. Something in his eyes scared her that night, that cold, murderous stare. The threat to make sure Ari was not in her life again. Suddenly she felt so vulnerable and lost, and only Ari could make that better. She closed her eyes and turned in Ari’s arms to look at him.
“I’m sorry Ari. I… I should have listened to you. I was so stupid, now I’m here sobbing in your arms like a mess and it’s all my fault. All you were trying to do was protect me” she cried into his shoulder. He cupped her chin in his hand and tilted her head up to him. He kissed her softly and broke the kiss not allowing it to become deep and confusing for her right now. He gave her a warm smile.
“You are not a mess, my sweet, sweet girl. You are gorgeous. But you’re going to be even more beautiful when I breed you, fill you up and make you mine forever. Bubala you will look ever more the goddess with your belly swollen with my children. We’re going to be so happy here” he told her kissing her tenderly.
“Yours forever” she sighed into the kiss holding onto him not sure whether it was her heart talking or her brain as a result of the trauma of the last few days. Either way, she felt like she was in a safe cocoon and right now the only place she wanted to be was in Ari’s arms.
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As Long As I Can Breathe
Summary: You've been waiting for your soldier to come home. It's hard to breath without him.
Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x Reader
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Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI, 18+, dom/sub, sir kink, praise kink, begging kink, spanking, oral (m receiving), Bucky leaving the mask on, reader wearing kitten ears (but no animal play)
A/N: Betad by the wonderful @whisperlullaby sinday drabble that got out of hand. Do not copy, replicate, translate, repost or rewrite my work even if you give me credit. By continuing to read, you certify that you are 18 years or older.
Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed and cherished.
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He’s almost home.
Anticipation crackles in the lavender scented air. You position yourself at the bottom of the stairs, taking a few deep breaths to calm your racing nerves, your thighs tacky from the slick that formed when he called to say he was on his way, his deep voice telling you to get ready for him. Please hurry, please hurry.
You’ve waited too long for him. Four days, he promised, only four days this time. That was two weeks ago. Two long weeks of worry, stress, and one I’m sorry kitten. You miss him so much when he’s away. Hating that he has to be a fighter in a war that isn’t his, that he has to put on a brave face and act as if he isn’t tired of the battles.
You want him back home. Where he belongs. At home, where he is simply James. With you. Where it doesn’t matter that he’s a super soldier.
But you tampered down the torrents of emotions building each day, giving him the calm oasis he deserves when he spoke with you at night in the middle of who knows where. Keeping your voice light and sweet, brushing aside his heartfelt apologies with love and reverence.
He’s almost home. You wait patiently, willing him to hurry.
Shadows darken the doorway, and you clench down. He’s here. Your lip caught between your teeth, the painful bite grounding you as you wait for him to take you.
The doorknob turns, keys jingle, an abrupt rush of commotion, the jarring sounds of traffic and conversations spill into your peaceful home and your stomach plummets, suddenly dizzy with desire and relief that you nearly tumble from your perch.
He stands in front of you. Intact and safe. A few more marks to his perfect frame. You want to leap into his arms and check every inch of him, kissing each fading bruise and scrape on his chiseled body.
Later.
He kicks the door shut with his heavy boot, the sound startling you. Silence settling back over the hallway, your soft rushed breathing revealing how excited you are. Recovering quickly, you fold your hands into your lap and resume your position.
He stands in the middle of the hallway, light from the windows glowing around his dark figure. His duffle bag hanging from his arm. It sways there as he takes you in. “Welcome home.” You say softly, gauging his response.
He drops it to the ground with a thud. He cracks his neck, followed by an indiscernible roll of his broad shoulders.
This is the man that everyone fears.
Your eyes travel up his wide stance, black combat boots planted firmly on the ground, up over thick thighs, past his broad chest, your breath hitches when he drops his vest, a simple black Henley under his uniform, his biceps stretching the seams of the shirt.
His piercing blue eyes penetrate you, never leaving your face as he continues to strip down, heat rising from your core to your face. His chestnut hair loose around his head, swaying around his ears when he tears off another layer of his uniform.
The signature mask covering the lower half of his face stays in place while he carelessly tosses the weapons down, uncaring that they’re clattering and rolling down the hardwood floors, a butterfly knife landing by your feet.
His darkened eyes visible over his mask tell you what he needs from you. It’s not often he fucks you with the mask on, but you remember each and every time.
Tension thickens the air. You can already feel his touch and you want to climb him and bite him. Replace every bruise with a mark of your own, have him bruise your flesh in return. Please hurry.
Your breaths coming out in short pants, nipples pebbling under the scarlet lace, the soft material brushing over your sensitive skin with each rise of your chest.
His leather gloves crunching with each flex of his fist. He’s trying to control himself before he reaches you. He’ll tear you apart if he’s not careful. You can tell by the way he’s holding himself back that he’s seconds away from losing his control, becoming feral.
Fuck you want him to, you’ll let him do whatever he wants.
Bucky steps to you, slow and measured until he’s close enough for you to inhale his smoky cologne, a hint of citrus filling your nose with each shaky inhale. His gloved hand touches your kitten ears, the sable lace atop your head, a crown bestowed upon you by your beast of a man, limber fingers trace down your jaw, across the bow of your lips to the collar around your neck.
James carved into the supple black leather.
He did it one night, straddling you on the bed, his heavy body pressing you into the mattress, the knife cutting into the leather around your neck, your arms above your head as you watched him with wide eyes, feeling the blade slice into the thin collar, pushing against your skin. When he finished, he rewarded you in more ways than one for your submission and trust.
He hums in approval. You feel your heart skip, praise from him in any form is priceless. You can’t help the smile that crosses your face. His own hidden behind his black mask, but you know it’s there, by the way, his cheeks plump, the fine crinkles around his lust-blown pupils. The thin rim of crystal blue roaming down your neck, hovering above your cleavage.
Another deep hum that has your core pulsating as he plucks the thin strap on your shoulder. Please hurry.
“Been a good girl?” You have. He knows it. Shyly, you nod, his knowing eyes exposing you more than the lingerie gracing your body. Your skin erupting in goosebumps at his gravelly words filtered through his mask. “Yeah, you have. You know what good girls get, kitten?”
You do. It’s visceral, the way your pussy responds to him, drenching your already soaked panties, throbbing and pulsating. A whine rising in your throat.
He leans down, blocking everything from your view, everything but him. “You want your reward, kitten?” God, he’s taunting you, his cold metal finger looping around the other strap, bringing it down your arm, his eyes dipping to your breasts, watching the sheer material fall away. “You’ll have to earn it.”
“Yes sir.” The whine hovering in you threatens to spill out. Please Bucky. His brow arches, the flash in his eyes warning you. He rears his head back, impressed when you smirk, an air of playful innocence rippling off you. “I’ll do anything for you.”
“Say it, again.”
You push your chest up into his face. “Yes, sir” You pause, tongue flickering out to wet your dry lips. “I’ll do anything.” Your voice wavering despite your bold words.
You can sense his smirk under the mask and a shiver twists down your spine from the heat of his gaze. He lifts the bottom of his make, revealing his stubbled cover jaw, his pink lips curved into a gentle smile, belying the undercurrent in his cold blue eyes.
He grabs your throat, pressing the collar into your skin with his large hand. “Anything, huh?”
His lips crash into yours, a wet, filthy kiss, his tongue sweeping across your mouth, pulling you to your knees as he leans into you. He swallows your strangled gasp, squeezing harder and harder until you’re nearly dazed, his chapped lips slotting over yours. A hint of mint on your tongue as he angles your head back to deepen the kiss. He’s telling you just how much he missed you. Your nails scrape down his bare chest and abs until you reach his belt.
He breaks away when you unzip his pants. He cups your chin, waiting for your breathing to settle. The Soldat is coming out to play, your tender James disappearing with a wink as the mask falls back into place. Gears in his arm shift and whirl as he stands, lumbering over your precarious position. “Open up and earn your reward.”
He chuckles at your needy moan when he pulls his cock out of his cargo pants. It’s instinctive, your mouth watering when you see the vein along the underside of his thick shaft, the swollen head leaking precum. You reach up, swallowing the tip, your hands latching around the rest of him, twisting as you bob your head.
“Kitten?” He inquires, his voice sharp and deadly, above your head. You gaze up at him, sucking another thick inch into your mouth, flattening your tongue along his throbbing vein. “Did I give you permission?”
Shit. But he said-oh fuck. Your eyes widen, he cradles the back of your head, pushing you down until your nose reaches his pelvis. “You were being such a good girl.”
He’ll never confess it but he cherishes the challenge, making you stumble, breaking you down, and building you back up, molding you into his perfect doll is what he lives for.
He tugs his glove off, his hands cupping your head. He eases your head back until only the tip remains in your mouth. “Eyes stay on me.”
You blink, and he shoves your head down. Your eyes almost flutter shut when he gags you, his cock hitting the back of your throat, the heavy warm weight of him pushing down your tongue, but you keep them open. “That’s it kitten, doing such a good job for me.” He praises, repeating his actions, dragging you off only to slam your face down, drool collects under your chin, your eyes tearing up.
“My sweet girl, letting me fuck her throat.” He grunts, guiding your head down, adjusting your crown as he holds you still, you breathe through your nose, preening at his words. He pulls you off with a wet plop, crouching down to wipe your face off.
“Too bad I still have to discipline you.” He says without a hint of regret, his blue eyes sparkling with mirth as your face drops. He stands up and turns on his heel, sauntering into the living room. “Come here, kitten.”
You grab the banister, pulling yourself to your feet.
“Crawl.”
The quietly spoken order streams through you, bringing you to your knees before you can think. Oh fuck. You slink gracefully along the hardwood, moving around his boot prints until you find him on the couch. Waiting for you. You should be vulnerable, debased crawling to him but the way he’s looking at you. It’s indescribable. His eyes teeming with emotions. Some too intense for you to settle on, others dragging you into his orbit.
Love, fervent passion.
Devotion, dedication.
This man would burn the world down for you. All he wants in return is your love.
You continue your journey; he spreads his long legs, crooking his index finger up and gesturing you to get closer. He tilts his head, then springs forward snatching you off the ground, the world spinning as you’re flipped around. “Count.”
“Wait-Sargent please-oh God.” The first sharp sting has you gasping, pain spreading like wildfire across your ass. You twist in his lap, earning another slap followed by a demand to count, his tone letting you know that if he has to repeat-
You shout. “One. Two. Three-” A surprisingly harsh slap has your eyes rolling back. Your cunt is aching so hard it hurts. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to get a little friction. You feel his cock pushing into your belly, your core clenches down, aching and empty.
“You doing so good kitten.” He smooths his rough hand over the swell of your ass. “Already desperate for my cock, aren’t you? My pretty slut.”
You want to tell how him badly you want it, but his hand hits your cheek and you cry out. He can feel the heat from your cunt, your juices dripping onto his cargo pants, his cock pulsating under you when you squirm.
Over and over he continues to spank you as you writhe on his lap, only stopping to dip his fingers between your folds, teasing your clit before resuming his spanking.
“Fourteen. Fifteen.” You stammer out. “Please sir, I need you so bad.” The words tumbling out when he slides his cold metal index finger around your clit. “Please.”
“Good girl.” He maneuvers you onto his lap, his fingers digging into your sore ass. His cock hits your stomach with a wet smack, precum smearing across your skin. You grab his shoulders and wait until he guides himself to your entrance, coating himself with your slick until he’s glistening. “Been thinking about your tight pussy since I left, how hot and wet you are, kept dreaming about splitting you open.”
He pulls you down, sheathing himself fully in your silken walls, the sudden burn searing through you, a high moan falling from your lips. “Just like this, fuck you feel good.” His hoarse groan makes you clamp down hard on his cock, his hands tightening around you, you catch the softly muttered fucking perfect.
You press a kiss on his hard mask, grabbing his hair between your fingers as you ride him. God, this is what you needed. So full and stretched out. “That’s it kitten, take every inch, make a mess on my cock." He curses, his hands flexing over your thighs.
You roll your hips over him, pleasure bursting as you work his cock into your core, the sloshing of your wet pussy getting louder the harder you grind down. He's making you work for it, your pace faltering as your thighs burn from the exertion. “S’close, please, sir.” You cry, trying to get his cock to hit your sweet spot.
Bucky refuses to move, his icy blue eyes gaze into your dazed ones. Earn it. “You wanna cum, don’t you? You better keep going.”
You’re trying, circling and grinding your hips, pressure and heat building in your core but you can’t get there. “You can do better than that. Cmon doll, take your cock.” His taunts have you clenching over him, your slick spreading over his thighs.
“Please Bucky.” You beg, resting your forehead against his, he growls at the sound of his name, his hand slapping your ass, his fingers reaching under your collar, pulling it around your throat.
Your only warning.
“Sir, Sergeant, please.” You wheeze, clutching his shoulders as you frantically bounce. Reaching down, you grab his vibranium hand and push it over your clit. “I wanna cum.”
He laughs, cooing at you. “What’s wrong, kitten?” Letting his fingers graze your clit, small flicks over your bud that isn’t enough.
Your pace falters, more pleas to let you cum, you can’t-please you want it so bad, you’ll do anything, just please, spilling from your lips. You may be on top, but he is in control.
When your pace falters and your head drops in defeat into his shoulder, your begging becoming incoherent and slurred, he gives you want you so desperately need. The first brutal thrust of his hips jolts you, a thin broken sob bursting from your chest, you scratch down his back when he does it again, unable to control yourself any longer. "Tell me what you want sweetheart.” He grunts.
The sensations are so good, tears prick your eyes, you gasp into his neck, unable to speak with his hips snapping up into you just like that, his swollen head hitting your sweet spot over and over.
“Use your fucking words.” He threatens, yanking your collar back, “or I’ll stop.” He won't but you don't need to know that.
No, no he can’t- not when you’re so close.
Bucky laughs when your head lifts, your frantic wide eyes brimming with tears. “Please let me cum, please please, I’ll be your good girl, just ple-” You bite his shoulder when he angles even deeper. Bucky hisses when he feels your teeth dig into his skin, he twists your collar around his fingers until your sobs become harsh wheezes.
“Cum. Now.” He orders, his thumb circling your clit until it hits you hard, your pussy fluttering around him as the coil breaks. Your back arches painfully, your nails scratching more red lines into his skin. Pleasure unwinding through every nerve and cell.
“Fuck, yes, yes, oh fuck.” You groan. He doesn’t stop when you cum, pounding up into your swollen cunt relentlessly until he rips another orgasm from you. He stands up, making your hips rolling over his, his enormous hands guiding your body where he wants. His strength and small aftershocks of your climax making you pliant.
He’s not close to being done with you.
He slams you into the wall, the picture frames shaking as he pulls himself out of your tight cunt.
Before you can whine at the loss, feeling empty without him, he orders you to kneel. Bucky steps back, his hands latching onto your wrists, keeping your arms above your head as you sink to your knees.
He gazes down at you adoringly, thinking about how good it is to finally be home with you.
"You're in for a long night. Maybe you'll earn your reward after all.”
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ladyfallonavenger · a day ago
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Undivided Attention
Summary: After cutting a night out short with his jealous brooding, Ransom makes sure he will be the only thing left on your mind.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Word Count: 2,815
Warnings: 18+ Smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Spanking. Overstimulation. Oral Sex (F Receiving). Fingering (F Receiving). Unprotected Vaginal Sex. Slight Degradation/Name Calling.
A/N: This was written for @iraot‘s 1.1k Wheels of Debauchery Challenge! Congratulations on hitting such a huge milestone! I also want to thank you for making such an interesting challenge, it really pushed me to write something outside of my normal comfort zone. The kinks I got from the wheel were Possessiveness, Spanking, and Overstimulation.
I’d like to thank @celestial–valkyrie for beta reading this for me, I don’t know what I’d do without your help! Any and all mistakes are completely my own!
I also owe a huge thank you to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for being a literal ray of sunshine and hyping me up with this piece and convincing me not to just scrap the entire thing. You always being my cheerleader means the world to me!
As always I appreciate any feedback any of y’all would like to give me. Please feel free to like, comment, and reblog if you feel inclined to.
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The music comes blaring from the speakers around you loud enough that you can feel the bass reverberating in your chest. You lose yourself in the upbeat rhythm, your body swaying in perfect time with it. Your eyes lazily half open as you glance around the dark room, the flashing neon lights only providing you with momentary glances of your boyfriend looking sour as ever watching you from against the far wall. His arms are folded in front of him and his jaw clenched tight, you can feel his pissy mood from all the way across the room. You roll your eyes and let yourself fall deeper into the music; you feel the occasional hand caress or grab at your body but you merely dance away, uninterested in their attention. You can’t help but let your mind wander as your body moves naturally to the beat. 
I don’t know why he suggested going out tonight if he was just going to get all pissy and ditch me after 10 minutes to go and brood in the corner. Oh well. He’s not ruining this night for me, I wanted to have a good time and his little tantrum isn’t going to change that.
You spend the next couple hours dancing to your heart’s content, only occasionally stopping to grab another drink from the bar. Your eyes meet Ransom’s a few more times through the night but his face never softens once, he just continues to watch you from a distance, nursing the same glass of whiskey he got when you first arrived together. 
Your eyes are blissfully closed as you move along to another song when you feel a hand grab onto your waist. You can’t be bothered to open your eyes as you go to slide out of the strangers grasp only to be surprised when their grip tightens instead. Your eyes spring open, ready to tell the bastard to fuck off, only to find that the hand belongs to Ransom, his hard face looming over you. He leans down a touch and speaks slowly and clearly, being sure you’ll hear him over the music, “It’s time to go.”
You shake your head at him, annoyance clear on your face, you start to back away from him as you shout over the music, “No. I’m not ready to leave Ransom. I’m actually enjoying myself. Feel free to go though since you clearly don’t want to be here with me, I’ll get my own ride home.”
His grasp on your waist is suddenly ironclad as he pulls you roughly against his body. He leans down so close to you that his lips brush against your ear as he speaks, his voice laced with challenge, “I said it’s time to leave. Don’t make me throw you over my shoulder and carry you out. You know I will.”
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ladyfallonavenger · 2 days ago
“I think you might be my soulmate.” with Ransom? 😘
Pairings - Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
Words - 823
Warnings - bad language, pranks
a/n - Ok so Ransom is slowly becoming one of my favourites to write no-one tell @ransomdrysdale-anon so I might write more for him in the future if I can come up with some ideas. This has not been Beta’d so all mistakes are mine.
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You were at the worlds most boring party, you barely knew a single person here and the people around you were talking about taxes. You snuck away from them all and went exploring round the giant house, hearing the laughter of a group of people you followed the noise to the kitchen.
Peering in and seeing the wait staff huddled around on a break you came in and joined them “I hope you don’t mind, its too stuffy out there” you said, leaning against the counter and listening as they filled you in on the video they had been watching on someones phone. You relaxed for the first time that night, drinking the champagne in your glass and eating the snacks off the tray before they were circulated. 
It didn’t last long, you were caught hiding and had to rejoin the party. Once again you found yourself networking with the dullest humans that ever existed before you laid your eyes on him, finally a good reason to stay.
There he stood, tall and handsome and looked just as bored as you were. Grabbing two flutes of champagne you walked over to him and handed him one, sipping on yours and watching him. “So do you enjoy these events or are you forced to come along as well?” He looks at you incredulous as you drink and wait for his answer “this is my family, I always come to these parties.” You snort and look up at him, raising your eyebrow and shaking your head “so you’re forced to be here too huh” his little chuckle, coupled with the way he’s looking at you, makes you feel tingly and you have to shift a little where you stand.
Trying to get his gaze off you before you combust you turn and face the people around you asking him how many of them he knows and how much gossip he can give you to make things a little more entertaining. He proceeds to tell you all about extra marital affairs, failed business deals and the occasional love child but none of it peaks your interest. “I think we need to have a little fun, how about we play a game? Lets circulate and see who is the most pretentious? Make up the name of some bullshit composer and talk to a group see how many of them just agree.” Amused by your childish idea you both agree on the name ‘Benjamin Langton’ and his impressive work on his piece ‘Butterflies at Dawn’ that you’d heard earlier on your way over.
You move to the group of dusty old men, inserting yourself into their conversation and changing the topic easily. As you predicted they all told you what a beautiful piece it was, one even going as far as to tell you he saw the composer live at last years Proms in England. Nodding your head and moving back to your spot you report back mocking the absurdity of the people in this party.
Standing and plotting together you go back out a few times, each time the names getting more and more ridiculous before you quit and drag him to the kitchen for a breather. Leaning against him and laughing you spot a tray of food out the corner of your eye and look around for any staff before rushing over to the fridge and looking for something. “Are you ready for the final round?” He looks at you confused but slowly nods his head “I think so?” You produce a tube of wasabi and point at the crab cakes, “shall we?” He bursts out laughing and nods, holding the tray out while you empty the tube over them. Hiding the evidence and going back out to the party to wait.
It doesn’t take long for the tray to circulate and you both wait eagerly, the faces of the other party goers slowly morphing and shouts echoing across the room. You both burst out laughing, holding your stomachs and doubling over. 
Walt walks over and scolds you both, telling you how childish you both are and how you need to apologise to everyone right now. You stop laughing for a second, look up at him and his furious little face “oh fuck off Walt, no one here likes you anyway why would either of us do what you ask?” Shaking your head and grabbing Ransom’s hand you walk out the house and climb into one of the waiting cabs on hand, giving the driver the name of a bar and looking back at Ransom as he says “you know I think you might be my soulmate after that little stunt.” Smiling up at him for a moment you pull him down into a kiss and take his phone off him, programming your number in before handing it back. “I like coffee and pancakes for breakfast remember that” before pulling him down and kissing him again.
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ladyfallonavenger · 2 days ago
Can I ask for, "“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.” with Steve 😘
Love you darling!
Pairings - Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Words - 901
Warnings - bad language words
a/n - Sorry this took so long, I got so many requests! I hope you like it, I’m still new to Steve. Not beta’d so all mistakes are my own. Let me know what you all think.
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Your chest was burning, your legs were sore and your hair was stuck to your head. “Can we please stop running, I think I’m dying.” Sam and Steve both turn and look at you, neither of them particularly bothered about your complaining, “no, if we stop then the zombies will catch us and I want to beat Nat’s top score” Steve said, you know he has to hold back for you but you legitimately couldn’t continue. Everyone on the team was addicted to the zombie running app that you were using right now, nobody likes to do cardio. Sam found the app, created a league and now suddenly everyone was competitive. Running was everyones new favourite, no one wanted to lose the week and have to cook for the whole team everyday.
The rules of the game were simple, you had to outrun the zombies in the app for as long as possible getting points the longer you lasted. Someone had put it on extreme mode which meant all of you running as fast as you can, all except Steve and Bucky who had to keep pace so they couldn’t have an unfair advantage. 
Sam squirts water in your face to ‘cool you down’ and out of pure indignation you jump up and start jogging, not waiting for him and his stupid “on your left” taunts. He shouts for you to wait up, both you and Steve take off not worrying about Sam behind you. The sound of zombies getting closer, you can barely breathe but the idea that Sam would get eaten first is too funny since the whole sick idea was his. 
You turn back to gloat but trip over yourself and hit the deck, you lay there winded and hear the zombies catch up knocking you out of the game. Steve, who incidentally is not even out of breath the fucker, stands you up and offers you a piggy back which you gladly accept, jumping up and shouting ”CHARGE” you laugh when he runs off and Sam tries to keep pace.
Getting back to the tower you pass Nat and Bucky who are loading the app for their own chase, high fiving her on the way past. Steve deposited you on the counter, grabbing you all some bottles of water before asking you if you want some breakfast. Declining his offer for avocado toast you reach over for the box of cereal and smirk at his disgusted face before jumping down and grabbing a bowl before going to your apartment to clean up.
“Are you ever going to tell her?” Sam asks him, smirking at the look on Steves face before slapping on the back and walking off for his own shower. You came back a little later wearing your gym clothes to train, Steve jumped up to follow you into the gym staring at your ass and almost walking into the doorframe from being so distracted. 
You ask if you can train with him to work on your hand to hand combat, climbing into the ring and jumping around to warm up. He beats you every time, showing no mercy and pinning you a few times. Sam walks in a little while later and Steve is distracted for the briefest of seconds, its all you need though. Swiping his legs out and straddling his chest, smirking down at his shocked face “got you Rogers” you laugh in his face, dancing above him and revelling in your temporary victory. 
He moves you further down his body, grabbing your thighs and standing you up so you’re forced to wrap your legs around him. Sam comes up handing you both your phones, the app is loaded and the sounds have started “RUN” you shout at Steve, giggling as you bounce in his arms, he somehow manages to hurdle the ropes of the ring and not drop you charging out of the room and across the compound while you hold on and close your eyes.
Resting up against a tree, you shut off both phones and peck his lips softly “you saved my life Rogers” noticing the light dusting of pink across his cheeks you tilt your head to the side “you ok?” He looks down and you, staring at your lips and gripping you tighter, pushing you up against the tree “tell me to stop if you don’t want this” he crashes his lips against yours, moaning into your mouth as you tighten your legs around him. 
He pulls back and looks at you “fuck I’ve been wanting to do that for a while, you have no idea.” You look up at him and giggle, the hurt across his face makes you stop and bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself before it hurts his feelings. “Steve I’m sorry but I have to say this” you say looking up at him and cackling. 
Realisation crosses over his face and he throws his head back shouting “don’t you dare.” You wiggle out of his hold, waiting until your feet are firmly on the floor and he’s taken a step back before running away shouting “LANGUAGE” behind you, cackling as he chases after you, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you over his shoulder “I warned you” he says, marching into the compound and up to your room, ignoring the whistles and cheers of your friends as you pass.
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ladyfallonavenger · 2 days ago
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This was just fantastic. It tore my heart to shreds and put it back together with some patches. I felt every inch of her pain because it was so well written. Thank you for giving us this. It was a great read xx
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 3.4k (oneshot)
Warnings: 18+, smut, ANGST with a happy/bittersweet ending, Endgame Steve fucking up like a fucking idiot, grammar mistakes (unbeta'd)
Summary: He was supposed to be your home.
Note: This is for the wonderfully talented @sweeterthanthis 's 6k Quote Me On It challenge! I picked the quote: It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you. Congrats on the 6k! You deserve it! ❤️❤️❤️
This story is pretty personal and borderline autobiographical. A lot of the dialogue was based on real things I've told someone. Because I’m a dramatic hoe, I guess. I just have a lot of feelings.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Here’s a link to my masterlist!
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The apartment was quiet and dark, the blackout curtains were pulled shut, if only to give you some semblance of protection from the chaos outside. The only light in the living room came from the edges of the windows, where sunlight bled through the drapes, and the glow of the TV which, you kept on low volume as you flipped through various news stations.
The world was being attacked by aliens.
Again.
It didn’t make things any less scary, but something about this invasion felt ominous; you couldn’t place why.
You needed Steve now more than ever. You saw him at least once a month, when you traveled overseas to see him, or when he snuck into the country to see you. It wasn’t ideal, but it was what needed to be done until he was no longer wanted by the US government.
He called you a few hours ago to let you know he was coming. He needed to talk to the team or what was left of them, and the government was a little too preoccupied to arrest him. The scraping of keys unlocking the front door jolted you, the sound louder than anything you’d heard for some time, and you rushed to the entrance.
As soon as you got there, Steve had opened the door and you nearly jumped into his arms.
He held you tight and you sighed, missing how his hard body felt against you.
It felt like home.
“What’s happening? You asked.
“I’m not sure,” he said. His brows were knit, and he looked tired.
“How long do you have before you need to go?”
“Not very long. We’re going to head to Wakanda soon.”
You nodded and pulled him close for a slow kiss, gently running your fingers through his beard and longer hair. He eagerly returned your affections, large hands holding your waist before snaking his arms around you and picking you up.
You giggled and he quickly repositioned you so he could carry you bridal style into the bedroom.
He laid you down onto the bed and settled between your legs, pulling your yoga pants off, along with your panties. He kissed the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, and you sighed at the feeling of his beard tickling your skin.
Dipping his tongue into your folds, he hummed as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You ran your fingers through his hair as he all but consumed you. It didn’t take long for him to throw you over the edge into an intense orgasm. He normally took his time with you, but you knew he had little of that precious commodity, so you quickly removed the rest of your clothes and he shrugged out of his suit.
The bed creaked when he crawled on it, over your nude body, and he placed kisses from your stomach to your breasts where he laved his tongue over a nipple before suckling on it, letting it go with a pop. He finally settled above you, dark blue eyes looking at you, and he leaned down to kiss you. You keened under him, and gasped a little when you felt his hard length run along your wet slit until it prodded at your waiting entrance.
“Ready for me, sweetie?” He asked, his voice husky with need.
You nodded, and he thrusted his hips forward.
The feeling of your walls being stretched to their limits had you moaning Steve’s name. It didn't matter how many times you'd taken his cock before; it was always a feat every time.
He held onto your hips as he set a powerful rhythm, the tip of his cock rubbing against the spongy bit of wall within you. Normally, he’d make love to you a little bit longer before fucking your brains out, but time was of the essence. His pace was brutal, and you knew it would have you swaying for days, but it was what you both needed. He was a master at making your body sing for him, and it didn’t take long until you were writhing under him, cunt clenching around his cock.
“Fuck,” Steve groaned, and you felt him cum shortly after.
He stayed inside you for a moment, basking in your warmth, running his hands up and down your sides, kissing you deeply.
It was what perfection felt like, you were certain of that.
You both enjoyed a few moments in the glow of your spent bodies before he pulled out. You felt his cum drip out of your pussy, and he quickly went to the bathroom to grab a towel and help clean you up.
You helped him with his suit, clipping on the various straps and gear as he shifted them into place, silently working together.
“I’ll come back as soon as I can,” he said once he was fully dressed.
“I love you.”
He smiled at you like you were his world and captured your lips in another deep kiss.
“I love you too.”
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It felt like you were being held underwater, desperate to breathe, thoughts scattered like light through the surface of the ocean.
Suffocating.
Suffocating.
And then finally, air rushed into your lungs.
You were in your apartment. Except, it looked different. Steve still lived there, you could tell from the furniture and the old fashioned record player, but things were slightly off. The couch had moved, some of the various decorations on the walls had been taken down and replaced.
It was eerie. Unsettling.
You went to find your phone, wincing a little when you moved, your core still tender from earlier. You left it in the kitchen where it was charging on a dock, but it wasn’t there.
Screams and commotion gradually increased outside, and you wondered if the aliens had returned. Upon looking out the window, you saw people appearing, like watching vases shatter in reverse.
Is that what happened to you?
Terrified and not knowing what to do, you turned on the news, trying to get answers.
Drone footage showed a giant battle taking place where the Avenger’s compound used to be, the area around it completely obliterated. Hordes of alien creatures were fighting familiar faces.
You sat there and watched until it was over, and the alien army just… disappeared. Like dust in the wind.
With no way to call Steve, you waited. And waited. And finally, after what felt like days but was realistically hours, the door opened, and there he was, face still dirty from the battle. He looked at you like he was staring at a ghost.
“Steve, what’s-”
He nearly ran to you and crushed his lips to yours and you squeaked as he lifted you into his arms.
“What’s happening?” You said as soon as he let you breathe.
He shook his head, unable to form words.
When the adrenaline wore off and he had showered and put on casual, comfortable clothes, he explained everything. “The Snap,” the five years that followed, the time travel heist they did to bring everyone back, Tony...
It hardly made sense, but you were just happy he was home.
At first, Steve was thrilled to have you back. He never let you out of his sight, and held you whenever he could. Gentle kisses on your cheek when you cooked dinner, sweet words of affection when you walked by him, glances thrown your way, eyes nearly overflowing with adoration.
It felt right.
But shortly after Tony’s funeral, something changed. He got more distant. You thought he was mourning his friend, but it was more than that. You’d hold his hand while the two of you sat on the couch, and he’d find a reason to let go-- he’d scratch his neck, pick up the remote, crack his knuckles-- he’d never go back for your hand.
The first few times, you thought it was just an accident, so you kept finding reasons to touch him-- in bed, in the kitchen... He always found reasons to move away.
He no longer spoke to you beyond surface level conversations, and it felt like you were talking to a cashier at the grocery store, most exchanges being about what you did that day and nothing more.
After a couple weeks of the emotional and physical distance, you finally broke down.
“What’s going on, Steve?” You asked.
“What do you mean?” he said after a moment, eyes shifting slightly. He was an awful liar.
You swallowed, “was there… was there someone else… during the blip?”
He shook his head, “No, no of course not.”
You nearly sighed in relief, “I wouldn’t blame you if there was. I was… I was pretty much dead.”
“It’s not that,” he said. He paused, and the guilt on his face had your heart sinking.
“When we were retrieving the stones, Tony and I ran into some complications.”
“Yeah, you took a detour to the 1970s.”
“I didn’t tell you everything,” he nearly whispered.
You furrowed your brows, the sinking feeling in your heart spreading to your stomach like an oil spill in the ocean, tainting all it touched.
“While I was there, I saw Peggy,” he said.
It was like someone sucked the air out of the room, and you could only stare at him, desperately wanting him to say something other than what you were already anticipating.
“She didn’t see me, but.. I just haven’t been able to stop thinking… what if.”
He glanced at you and swallowed when he saw the bewildered, hurt expression on your face.
“But… She’s not here,” you tried to make sense of what he was saying. Was he saying he didn’t love you, was he just confused?
“We need to return the stones, so I can go back-”
You felt your world closing in on you, the edges of your vision darkening, and the sounds around you became distorted.
You were underwater again.
“Sweetie, please-”
“I have to go,” you whispered and ran out the door.
That was a week ago, and you hadn’t spoken to Steve since. He left a few messages on your voicemail, sent a few texts, begging you to talk to him. You couldn’t.
You had family that didn’t get dusted away, and with their help, you found a small studio apartment.
You stored away most of your furniture from your previous apartment when you moved in with Steve years ago, and to your surprise, the storage unit was still active. Steve must have continued to pay for it, and the thought made you cry.
After a full day of hard labor and help from some friends, your new apartment was no longer empty.
But it didn’t feel right.
Everything looked familiar, but it didn’t feel like home.
Home was several blocks down, but it felt like land blighted by nuclear fallout, like you couldn’t go near it, even if you wanted to.
You wanted to.
There were no words to explain what you felt. No matter how many times you tried to articulate them, both to yourself and to others, you couldn’t.
How do you explain loving someone and wanting nothing to do with them? Longing to be around them, but the very thought them causes your stomach to twist? Regretting ever meeting them, but being unable to imagine your life without them? The feeling of every happy memory of them tarnished with pain, rusted with broken promises.
It was a fury of emotions, all colliding at once like electrons in a particle accelerator, briefly turning into something tangible before you lost the words to describe it, and they faded into nothing.
You felt like you spent the first week crying. You probably did. It was hard to tell when the days blurred together.
Every second you were awake was spent craving Steve’s comforting touch, and then reminding yourself you no longer had that.
You lacked the energy to eat, and because you didn’t eat, you had no energy. All you could do was lay around.
It was what you imagined mourning felt like.
Mourning someone who was still alive felt silly, but you supposed the love he had for you had died.
Steve still sent you a couple messages a day, checking on you. You never responded.
You knew he was going to return the stones soon, and it didn’t feel right to let him leave without making peace. Not for his sake. For your own.
So you spent hours writing out what you felt, over and over, an entire speech prepared. But upon knocking on his door and seeing his face, his eyes reddened, looking miserable but so relieved to see you, you forgot what you’d written.
Speaking from the heart was dangerous, but it was all you had left. All you could give him was your truth because he decided he didn’t want anything else.
You sat on a familiar chair, and the feel of the cushion under you was enough to make your eyes water. It was what home felt like. Smelled like.
But it was all wrong. It wasn’t your home anymore. He wasn’t your home anymore. He'd evicted you.
Steve settled on the couch across from you, waiting for you to speak.
You chewed on your lip before closing your eyes.
“I imagine what I’m feeling is similar to what you felt when you came out of the ice,” you said at last, voice hoarse from crying and lack of use, having isolated yourself and refusing to speak to anyone. Steve’s brows furrowed, but he said nothing, waiting for you to continue. He was frustratingly respectful like that.
“One moment, you were fighting a war, the next you wake up, and the world is different. Everyone you knew and loved, gone, and the only things that remained were their legacies, either through incredible feats or through their bloodline,” you glanced at a picture of you and Tony Stark at a Christmas party a couple years… several years before. You were surprised Steve still kept it. “Sometimes both.”
Steve sighed, and you could see the grief in his eyes.
“Except, I thought I still had you,” you said, willing your voice not to waiver.
“I’m not going to beg you to stay. It wouldn’t be fair for you, and it would be incredibly pathetic of me.”
A tear fell down the side of your face, and you saw Steve lean forward in an attempt to wipe it away, but stopped himself when you flinched away.
“When Peggy passed away, I could tell you still loved her. I wasn’t mad at you for that. At the time, she was one of the last connections to your past. But I always wondered if you loved me the same, or if I was just there to keep your heart warm while it burned for another,” you whispered.
“You had five years to mourn me and move on,” you said. His lips parted, like he wanted to say something, but closed, jaw clenching slightly. “I’m actually not upset about that. I would have… I wanted you to move on if I couldn’t be there. I wanted you to be happy, with or without me.”
You wiped away a few more tears, unable to keep them at bay any longer.
“But if one look through a glass window was enough to rekindle something you felt nearly a century ago, and me being here after five years of being dead, wasn’t… Then I guess that’s it, right?”
Steve wiped away a couple tears that fell down his face.
Silence filled the space your words couldn’t.
“Why aren’t you angry?” He asked at last.
You laughed, bitterly, at the audacity of his question.
“I’m fucking furious,” you gritted, glaring at him through the pain. He looked a little taken aback but wisely remained silent. “I’m so mad, and I really wish I could hate you. I really want to hate you. This would be so much easier if I hated you,” you choked out. “But I don’t. I can’t. I love you too much.”
“I love you-” Steve began, his voice wavering.
“No. No you don’t get to tell me that,” you cut him off. “You might love me, but it’s not enough.”
He looked at you, wounded.
“I love you enough to let you go, and I deserve someone who loves me enough to at least stay. I don’t think I’m asking for much.”
You got up and so did Steve. You gathered your purse and looked around the apartment you knew so well, committing it to memory. Each bit of space meant something to you, whether it was late night cuddles on the couch, making love on the kitchen counters, teaching him to slow dance in the living room-- a graveyard of memories.
Steve said your name, and it snapped you out of your reverie. He looked hurt. You almost scoffed, but decided against it. Instead, you walked to where he stood and kissed him on the cheek. You could hear his breath hitch, just a little.
“I don’t want the last words I say to you to be angry,” you whispered. “So, I hope you find your happiness and your joy. I mean that,” you gave him a broken smile, which only fractured his face a little more. “You deserve the world, and I’m really sorry I couldn’t give that to you.”
You walked towards the door and twisted the knob, the dusty scent of the hallway mingling with the unique smell you associated with Steve, a mixture of old paper and leather. You paused and turned around, giving him one last look.
“It was a privilege to have my heart broken by you,” you said.
You saw his face fall, but walked out.
He didn’t go after you, but you weren’t sure if you wanted him to.
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Steve was going to return the stones. You’d had your last talk with him a few days prior and you woke up, feeling empty.
Yesterday, you spent hours at a local nursery, buying a plethora of houseplants you could throw all your love into. You needed a hobby other than crying, you figured. Your living room looked like a greenhouse, but you liked it. It felt… alive.
Steve hadn't tried to contact you, but around noon, you got a message from Bucky.
It’s almost time.
You didn’t respond and sat on the floor, looking out the window for hours, watching the bright blue sky turn light pink.
That was it then.
It was a lot less dramatic than you anticipated. You thought maybe you could feel him leave, like your connection to him was spiritual. But it wasn’t.
You didn’t feel good, but you knew you’d make it. You’d heal, and you’d come out stronger.
You could do this.
A knock on the door interrupted the motivational speech you were in the process of giving yourself and you sighed, deciding to face the world, one step at a time.
At the very least, you felt slightly less burdened, knowing you did all you could-
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Oh for fucks sake,” you mumbled incredulously after opening the door.
Steve was standing there, apprehension thick in his eyes, but more than that, he looked… scared.
“No,” you said.
He clearly wasn’t expecting that response, but simply nodded.
“I…” he started before shifting his weight awkwardly.
“... You?” You asked, and he peered at you, softly, like anything he’d say would shatter you. He wasn't wrong. “Aren’t you supposed to be with your soulmate?”
He winced, but carried on.
“I never saw what was in front of me; I never really appreciated it. I had something good. I was an idiot. But I see you now, and I’m so sorry it didn't happen sooner.”
You didn’t respond for a moment, tension heavy in the air.
Finally, you breathed in, and Steve leaned forward slightly.
“How dare you,” you said at last, and Steve looked a little surprised. “How dare you,” you repeated, voice low, simmering. “You don’t get to tell me you still love another woman and expect me to just… pretend that it didn’t happen.”
Steve nodded; he knew he didn’t have a leg to stand on.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“You really hurt me, Steve. You made me feel like I was nothing.”
“I know-”
“No, you don’t know. You were going to leave me for someone else. You can't even begin to understand what that feels like.”
The two of you stood there, the threshold of the door between your bodies. You could feel your heart beating and breaking, and you hoped he could feel it too.
“I’ll spend the rest of my days showing you how much I love you,” he said at last, and you could hear the hope and determination in his words.
“And what if I don’t want you to?” You whispered.
He closed his eyes for a moment and took a shaking breath before looking at you, the blues of his eyes oddly tranquil. Like he prepared for you to reject him regardless of what he said or did, and accepted it with grace.
“Then, it would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you,” he said at last. "I'll never regret staying. Even if you never forgive me. Knowing you're near will be enough."
You held his gaze for a moment. He was scared, hopeful, resigned.
You rolled your eyes and his face fall.
“Fuck…” you nearly scoffed and pulled him inside your apartment by his shirt, crashing your lips against his.
He reciprocated immediately.
“I’m so sorry,” he repeated between breaths.
“I’m still really mad at you,” you said.
“I know.”
“You really hurt me,” you pulled away and choked out.
“I know, and I’m so sorry,” he said.
You sobbed in his chest, something you wanted to do for over a week, and he held you close, rocking you back and forth.
“How will I know you won’t hurt me again?” You murmured.
“You’ll have to trust me.”
“How can I?”
“I don’t know, but whatever I need to do to rebuild it, I will.”
You only nodded, unsure of where your future with him went. Part of you knew you were being foolish, that he shouldn’t have been given another chance. The foolish part of you didn’t care.
For the first time in a couple of weeks, you felt like your head was above water. You felt like you were home.
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Note: I know, I know, melodramatic as fuck.
ANYWAY, thank you so much for reading, and congratulations again Lau! Here’s to another 6k!
As always, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you!
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ladyfallonavenger · 2 days ago
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Eat It Up
Summary: Bucky imagines a family with you, whether you like it or not.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: oof... Explicit sexual content, breeding kink, oral (f receiving), Dub-con, cum eating, cum sharing...
Word Count: 1.3k
Authors Note: Thank you to @sweeterthanthis & @the-iceni-bitch for all your help with beta and edits, I really lost myself in this one. This fic contains dub-con, and though it's tagged as a warning, this your friendly safe sex bestie here to remind you: consent is sexy, in real life we could make sure all people participating in the sex are comfortable, and condoms are for everyone. Wrap it up baby. Special thank you to @remmiesour for requesting “Bucky watching you with your niece” I’m sorry I made it kinky 😂 you know how I feel about kids 🤢
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His heart hammered in his chest, watching your small hands as you spun your niece around the room. The smile blooming from your lips, lighting up the small apartment and washing over him like a warm bath. Bucky couldn't explain it, the way his cheeks flushed when you brought your little niece home. But since you did, he couldn't take his eyes off of you.
There may have been a moment when Bucky thought he wanted kids; maybe before the war, when things were simpler. But he wasn't the same man he was then. The idea of something so fragile in his hands made him shiver. He could never trust himself with such a delicate heart.
And yet, night after night, you trusted him with yours.
The way you let him in, giving yourself fully, even when he knew he didn't deserve it. So perhaps it was the prospect of starting a family that had him blushing… But the image of you, legs wide open for him, body shivering as he pumped you full of his seed. He couldn't shake the thought of you ripe with his child, tits throbbing and aching for his mouth.
Bucky throbbed at the vision of him later tonight. Holding you down as he stuffed you full, not letting you move until he was sure his come had soaked up into you.
He couldn't take it. And it was growing harder and harder to conceal the effect the daydream had on him. So the moment you sent your niece home, Bucky was on you. He had you on the counter top in seconds, your panties thrown across the kitchen with little care when they landed in the dishwasher.
“Buck, what has gotten into you?” You squealed, throwing your head back to accommodate his lips on your neck. Bucky growled against your skin, ripping your jeans opened as he began fumbling with his own belt.
“You're so good. So good, Doll. Fuck, I gotta’ feel you.” Bucky moaned, his lips melting with yours as he tasted you. You moaned into his mouth, the chaste kiss not nearly long enough as he found that sweet spot behind your ear and sucked.
You whimpered, spreading your legs wider to accommodate his broad form, hands eagerly pulling at the collar of his shirt.
You and Bucky had been at this game for months now, but this felt different. More urgent. But with his eyes lust blown and tongue sweeping across his bottom lip, how were you to deny him.
You suppressed a moan as he pulled himself from the confines of his jeans, his bulging red tip shimmering with precome.
“B-bucky. Do you have a- oh,” You were cut off by your sergeant’s cock piercing your lips and sinking deep inside, your walls fluttering around him. You gasped, hands steadying yourself on his soldier’s shoulders as all thoughts of contraceptive melted from your mind. How could you think of anything when Bucky was rolling his hips against you like that.
“Fuck, youre so tight, baby. So good to me.” Bucky hummed in your ear, thrusting deeper until his cock began to kiss your cervix, the pleasure mixed with pain pulling a gargled moan from your lips. “You want daddy to fuck your little cunt?”
His words halted you for a moment, pressing your palms against his chest and pushing him back a little to assess his face. You and Bucky definitely had your kinks, his vibranium arm being at the top of that list, but this was a new one.
“Daddy?”
“That's right baby.” Bucky growled, unaware you were even questioning him as he continued his assault, his eyes too focused on watching his cock disappear inside of your dripping core.
“Gonna’ fill you up so good.” He growled, the animosity in his tone causing you to shiver, a little overwhelmed by how violently he was dominating you, holding you down with a ferocity you seldom saw without asking for. “Not gonna’ stop until you're nice and stuffed. You like that, Doll?”
You could only nod your head, unsure of what exactly had gotten into him but not really able to object. His grip on your hips was unwavering as his cock began to throb inside of you. He was close, you could feel it.
“That’s it, taking me so well. That’s it, gonna’ make such a good mommy, aren't ya?”
“Y-you’re not w-wearing a- fuck,” You whined, desperate to remind Bucky of how dangerous a situation you both were in. You weren't exactly sure how the serum would have affected his ability to… procreate- but you weren't exactly eager to find out. “Bucky- please. Pull out, I can't-”
With a roar, Bucky came undone. His hips bucked deep inside of you as you felt his come leak down your legs. You gasped, unable to hold back your distress as he slipped from your used hole, his warm spend leaking between your legs.
“Fuck.” Your eyes blew open wide, stomach fluttering as panic and confusion washed over you. Hands still gripping his shoulder, you pant, trying to bring yourself back down from your high and make sense of Bucky’s pure disregard. “What the hell is wrong with you!?”
Bucky only responded with a lazy grin on his swollen lips, urging you to push him back a few paces. You could feel your anger bubbling, tears bringing your eyes as you let out a frustrated sob. You weren't sure if it was his direct defiance or how close you were to orgasm before he ruined your chances, but you were close to storming out.
But before you had a chance, Bucky was on his knees before you, tongue feverishly dipping between your sloppy folds. He looked up at you, eyes wide as he lapped at your core, a mixture of yourself and his cum coating his lips.
You had to physically suppress the shiver that the grotesque image struck within you. Hands, gripping the edge of the countertop, you whined, desperate for more.
“I’m so sorry, Doll.” He hummed against your inner thigh, tongue darting back inside of you ate his spend from your cunt. With his nose brushing against your swollen clit, you get out a hushed whimper, your legs tangling around his shoulders.
“I’ll fix it.” he promises as he mercilessly continues to consume you.
Your fingers lock into the short hair on the back of his neck as he doubles down his efforts, index finger slipping into your core as he lapped at the mess he had made. You could feel the coil building in your stomach, the vision of Bucky between your legs, tongue coated in his pleasure into it all became too much.
Toes curling and body vibrating your legs snap against Bucky’s head, but he doesn't stop until you're screaming his name like a prayer. With a final broken sob, you fall apart, your own orgasm spilling against his tongue as he laps you up, eager and desperate to make you his.
Your heart fluttered in your chest, hammering so hard you swear he could hear it. And it was quite possible he could with the cruel smirk playing on his swollen lips. You didn't understand it, the way your body buzzed with adrenaline, body trembling with fear and something swirling in your belly that you couldn't quite place.
“Come here, sweet girl.” Buck hummed, your ecstasy coating his swollen lips. You shook your head, a shaky breath tumbling from your mouth as Bucky grabbed your jaw, his cool metal fingers forcing your lips apart.
“Next time you're going to sit with me deep inside of you. But tonight you’re gonna’ swallow every last drop.” Before you could stop, the salty tang of his spend hit your tongue, choking you as it seeped down your throat. “That’s a good girl. You wanted this, remember?”
You could only nod your head, the mixture of yourself and him coating your lips as tears welled in your eyes. Though you didn't recognize the dark stranger looming over your used form, you couldn't help but tremble, eager for ‘next time.’
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ladyfallonavenger · 3 days ago
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Forever and Ever More - Part Fourteen
Dark! Alpha Ransom Drysdale x Omega Reader
Warnings: 18+. Language, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Ransom’s emotions (what. a. warning.)
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moodboard by the talented @titaniumstark​ | divider by @royallyprincesslilly​
Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen
Summary | Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
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When the door closes behind you, Ransom leans against it, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s trying to keep it together. You can tell by how he’s trying to steady his breathing. Another shirt ruined by sweat, Ransom’s muscular frame a clear outline as the material sticks to his chest.
“Is this how you want to play your game?” he asks you, his hair slightly falling over his forehead that creases slightly with his frown. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
“Because that’s your job, right?” you respond, his eyes now half-mast. You know he’s trying to scent you without taking a step toward you. “Alphas love commanding us. It’s in your nature, right?”
“This isn’t about me. This is about you leaving.”
“Which I told you I was going to do,” you point out, his hands falling at his sides.
“And you conveniently left out that you were staying at another Alpha’s place.  Your place is with me. In our bed.”
Our bed.
The simple word makes your heart flutter. For someone not good with emotion, that little sentence almost sends you spiraling. But you remember how you got here, how you were once free and without the mark that he’s currently staring at.
“Come here.”
His voice leaves zero room for you to try to fight the command, your footsteps heading toward him as he smirks.
You reach him, his scent strong enough to make your mouth water. It’s your Alpha and the biological response is strong, your hindbrain registering that he wants to mate. The look in his eyes, the way his pupils are blown wide, means it’s more than just mating. The pheromones you inhale make your thighs clench, the bond more open than ever before.
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ladyfallonavenger · 3 days ago
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This has been one of the toughest weeks of my life (and when you're 43 and saying it, you know it's tough). The stress of everything this week has impacted on my mental health to the point where I feel my body is heading to shutdown mode to recover.
The moral of this week - trust is fragile, to break it is one thing, to lie about rebuilding it shows the person you really are.
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ladyfallonavenger · 4 days ago
Modern Lee is just so god darn cute. I didn't know I needed this until now. I loved how brazen he was with things like walking into the bathroom. The way he'd call her princess was so heart melting. You just did such a great job of this, I hugged my pillow and squealed, and now my family think I lost the plot but I'm ok with that. Your writing always leaves me melting and looking forward to what you do next.
How about #1 with Lee!
Pairings - Modern Lee Bodecker x Female Reader
Words - 1355
Warnings - none
a/n - Thanks for the prompt Star, I did a modern AU for a change and made it super fluffy. Not beta’d so all these mistakes are my own. Gif is not Lee but there isn’t enough gifs for me to use
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It was meant to be a nice weekend away, you would see your best friend get married, spend some time with her family and get a little bit drunk. If you hooked up with someone at the party then even better in your opinion. 
You arrived at the resort and were handed a warm brandy to take the chill off, the hotel was high up in the mountains and it was freezing, taking a sip of the amber liquid you already felt ready to take on the rest of your day. It all went downhill fast after that.
The room you had booked months and months ago was oversold and as you were the last one to arrive it meant there was nowhere for you to go. You grabbed your phone and quickly looked for anything else but it was useless, there was nothing for miles around. Your best friend arrived at the desk 10 mins later but there was no other solutions, you would have to bunk with someone. Your options were her creepy Uncle Dennis, not gonna happen, her cousin Ryan who you knew sleepwalked or the best man who you hadn’t met yet.
He was called Lee and she assured you he was lovely, he’d probably take the sofa while you had the bed and he wasn’t creepy. Given that you had no other options you accepted it, getting a room key made from the receptionist you made your way upstairs to unpack and hopefully have a nice hot shower.
You were pleasantly surprised how neat and tidy the place was, he had lined everything up on the bathroom shelf, his clothes had even been hung up in the wardrobe and the lingering smell of his aftershave made you smile. Just as you were hanging up your dress for the ceremony he came back to the room. He looked you up and down and smiled before holding his hand out and kissing the back of yours when you went to shake it. The small gesture made you smile at him and you filled him in on the drama you’d had so far, he agreed he would take the sofa even though you insisted you should, he wouldn’t hear of it and made the sofa up with the spare linens from the wardrobe.
You took a much needed shower after unpacking what you needed and were halfway through shaving your legs when the room went dark and the water went off “Lee? Whats happening?” You shouted out at him, screaming when opened the door to place your phone down on the counter with the torch on so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. Using the tiny bit of light you managed to finish your legs before wrapping a towel around you and stepping out into the now very cold room. “Any idea whats happened?” 
The room was absolutely freezing, you were shivering from the cold and goosebumps had erupted all over your skin. You quickly looked for something to throw on when Lee threw a jumper at you and turned around as you put it on to give you some privacy. It was so warm and fluffy and just what you needed but you climbed under the covers anyway to warm up properly. Lee joined you on the bed, sitting on top of the blankets and turning to face you “we should probably get to know each other better if we’re going to be sharing a room, are you a sleep talker? Do you snore? Or worse, do you sleep cuddle?” You burst out laughing at the silliness of his question and denied having any of those issued before throwing it back at him and raising your eyebrow in challenge.
You lay talking and giggling at each other into the night, the hotel dropped off hot chocolate and extra blankets for you both and apologised for the power and heat going off assuring you it would be working soon. It didn’t matter how much you wore or how many blankets you threw over yourself you just couldn’t warm up. Lee noticed this and offered to climb in bed with you, just for warmth of course, nothing else. You declined his ‘polite’ offer and said you’d go to sleep now, hoping that once you were more relaxed you’d warm up.
It had been two hours, you were still so cold, you couldn’t sleep and you couldn’t put anymore clothes on. Listening to Lee’s breathing you hoped it would help you relax but it didn’t “I can hear you thinking from all the way over here Princess” you sat up and wrapped your arms around yourself “I can’t warm up, I’m so cold” you tell him, your breath clouding in front of you in the cold air. He quickly stands up and before you can say no he climbs in bed with you, giving you no choice but to lay back down and hope some of his heat transfers to you.
He tries to hug you but you slap his hands away, he wraps a leg around yours and leans forward to whisper in your ear “you know princess if you just gave in you’d be warm by now.” You huff out loud and turn your body around to face him, saying calmly “quit touching me, your feet are cold” but he just laughs and pulls you even closer. You have to admit, at least to yourself, that he’s so warm. His bigger frame plus the soft hoodie and sweatpants he’s wearing feel really good, his feet are even starting to warm up now and you feel really cosy for the first time since the power went out, managing to finally drift off and get some sleep.
Waking up the next morning you freeze a little when you realise that you’re in the arms of Lee, a man you only met yesterday. You hurry to climb out of bed without waking him up and take yourself off for a shower, you breathe a sigh of relief that power had been restored through the night and stand under the hot stream hoping it’ll bring you back to life. Hearing him knocking on the door asking if you were going to be long had you rolling your eyes, you decided to be even longer but screamed when he opened the door and ran to the toilet claiming he couldn’t wait any longer. Covering yourself up with the shower curtain you scolded him for not at least asking first but he ignored you and flushed the toilet laughing when you jump away from the sudden cold water. 
All day at the wedding he would sneak glances your way to pull faces, whisper things in your ear so you would giggle at the wrong time and even managed to steal extra dessert for you both. You were both dancing at the evening party and having a great time when he stopped to grab you both some drinks, he was feeling too warm and needed a rest. While he was gone you danced with your best friend before a slow song came on, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Leaning against his chest you turned and got a fright when you saw the creepy uncle smiling down at you, “hey, thanks for keeping my Princess company” you moved out of his hold and moved to Lee silently thanking him and giggling with him when the man walked away grumbling.
“So I’m your Princess huh?” Looking up at him and running your fingers over his flushed cheeks, he couldn’t even make eye contact with you so you just hugged him, feeling him relaxing. “What do you say? Let me take you out for dinner, we do live in the same city and you have already slept with me.” You burst out laughing, playfully slapping his chest and nodding your head, over his shoulder you could see your friend enthusiastically giving you the thumbs up, you roll your eyes and laugh to yourself before looking up at Lee’s puzzled face “do you ever get the feeling like you’ve been setup?”
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ladyfallonavenger · 4 days ago
This is sweetness personified. I love it, but now I'm picturing him dancing like a goof lol. You always leave lasting images in my mind with your writing and I love you for it x
Happy Sunday my love!!! For drabbles what about this prompt: “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” With Andy or Steve- whatever you like better please❤️ and thank you so much! ❤️
Pairings - Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Words - 830
Warnings - none
a/n - Jo thankyou so much for your prompt, ILY. I chose Steve, I really hope I do him justice because he’s not normally a main character for me. I just realised I didn’t directly quote your prompt but I took inspiration from it. 
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It had been a long day, a very long day. You were helping to train the new recruits along with helping with debriefing on the last few missions so you could present the files to the authorities. Your brain was scrambled and all you wanted to do was relax, eat popcorn, drink wine and watch a film or three. Your friends however wanted to go out, even Bucky who was usually your sofa sidekick wanted to go out and have some fun. 
You were outvoted and so you dragged yourself to your room and threw on your best dress and your sparkly flats because after todays training you shouldn’t be expected to wear heels that would just make your feet even more sore than they already were. Throwing on some lipstick and mascara before fluffing up your hair you were ready, it took you less than a song and meant you were back in the common room before everyone else.
Sitting with a gin and tonic, you flip through your phone checking who else was out that you could meet up with later when he walked in. Steve Rogers was the most ridiculous man you ever met, he was funny and smart and talented then someone decided to wrap that up in the prettiest face you’d ever seen. However his biggest weakness, in your opinion anyway, was that he was absolutely oblivious to anyone flirting with him. Men and women would absolutely throw themselves at him and he would just smile, take a selfie with them and send them on their way.
It became a running joke between you and Sam, you wouldn't humiliate yourself by flirting with Steve, just to be knocked back and bruise your ego, so you happily took your place as a work colleague and friend. He pulled you up from your seat, asking Friday to put some music on and danced with you, deliberatly dancing stupidly so you would smile and laugh “I know you’re tired but once you’re out and everyone is together you’ll be glad you came” you smiled up and him and nodded in agreement before teaching him the dance to Gangnam Style just so you could record it for the Avengers TikTok page. 
He shook his head when he realised what you were doing and tried to wrestle your phone off you to delete it. You quickly managed to lock it with a loud aha in his face before bursting into giggles at how ridiculous the whole thing was. He held his hands up in defeat waiting for you to relax before stealing the phone off you and running away, you screamed after him and chased him down the hallway, almost crashing into him entirely when he stopped suddenly. 
He quickly spun around and held your phone up confused, your stomach felt like it was in your feet as he asked you why there was a photo of him on your phone. You had no real way of explaining it, he was asleep in the photo laying down on the sofa with his shirt off, you couldn’t resist taking a photo and had been so careful to not let anyone touch your phone since. He looked in your eyes smiling “cmon when did you take this?” He says, almost giggling at how mortified you looked. Grabbing the phone off him you walk off back to the safety of your seat and your gin and tonic, of course he follows you asking you to talk to him. You ignore him and change it back to a cute photo of you and Torres on the way home from your last mission.
Steve kneels between your legs and looks up at you, pulling a silly face to make you smile, “talk to me, come on I thought we were friends” you groan and look at him, pleading for him to just leave it but he’s Steve, when has he ever just let something go?
“I like you ok, I always have done. There are you happy?” He looks up at you smiling and leans forward to softly kiss your lips “thank god, I thought you’d never tell me.” You straighten up and look down at him confused asking him what he means “I’ve known for ages, Bucky told me but I thought you weren’t interested because you never said anything.” 
You look at him and giggle at how ridiculous the whole situation is before leaning forward and rubbing your nose against his “okay lets go out, dance and talk about this tomorrow when the whole team isn’t hiding round the corner pretending not to listen to us?” You say, peering around him and making eye contact with a very guilty bunch of people, shaking your head and drinking the rest of your gin in one go “lets go people, lets have some fun.” You hold out your hand for Steve and walk out together, followed closely behind by a lot of whistles and cheers.
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ladyfallonavenger · 4 days ago
I think I died reading this. Holy cheese balls, this was so hot I melted into a puddle for Lee. I'm just a total hoe for him. You wrote this perfectly. I need recovery time x
Lee bodecker + degradation kink (PRETTY PLEASE)
Pairings - Lee Bodecker x Female Reader
Words - 2114
Warnings - spanking, fingering, degrading language, daddy kink, anal fingering, D/s dynamic, edging, orgasm control, facial, cum play, masturbation
a/n - This is just utter filth, literally pwp. I am submitting it to @buckyownsmylife new first anniversary writing challenge. This fic was partially started in Discord last night and my lovelies asked me to write it so here we are. I know the gif is Bucky but I swear I've used all the Lee gifs so I'm moving on, don't be mad at me. It has been beta’d by my new wifey @bitterqueenofhearts who is amazing but any mistakes you see are my fault. If you are under 18 then you shouldn't even be here dude, please kindly scroll on by. Let me know what you think.
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You were at a party drinking with your friends when, as usual, things got a little out of control. The Henderson brothers were causing trouble, getting into fights and smashing anything they could pick up. Looking at your best friend Amy you both gave each other the ‘lets go’ signal, but before you make it out the door you hear the police sirens, groaning at what you know is going to happen next. You both take a seat on the porch swing and watch the people around you scatter like cockroaches.
You were all of legal drinking age and technically hadn’t done anything wrong, although Dean’s parents might disagree when they see the damage left behind. You both sat back and waited. Watching the familiar figure of the Sheriff approach, Amy jumps up. “Daddy, you here to take us home? Our ride appears to have vanished.”
He scowls at the two of you, shaking his head and tutting. He walks inside without saying a word and assess the damage, turning to both of you to ask what happened. You both profess to know nothing, telling him truthfully that you were actually planning on leaving when he arrived. He points to the car across the street and gives you the keys to get in.
You climb in the back seat together and giggle about the boys at the party, none of them really caught your eye. You’d always preferred older men, and it’s just a shame that older men don’t usually look twice at you. Looking past your friend and watching her dad through the car window you squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing you feel in your core. It doesn’t help much, but it means you can focus on whatever it is she’s talking about now.
Lee climbs in the front seat and winks at you in the rear view mirror, smirking when you bite your lip to suppress your smile. You try your best to ignore him throughout the journey, but he keeps looking at you in the mirror and distracting you. As you pull up to their house, Amy asks if you’ll stay over for the night but you have work in the morning and need to get home. Lee says he’ll drop you off, so you wave to Amy and move to sit in the passenger seat this time so you can direct him to your place.
Pulling up to your new apartment, you thank him and smile as you get out of the car, fishing your keys out from the bottom of your bag as you climb up the steps to the door. You turn back when you hear the car door close and get a fright when you see Lee, marching towards you with a look on his face you don’t recognise. He cages you in at your front door, looking down at you and enjoying feeling you squirm against him.
“I didn’t know you had a new place, finally moved out and acting like a big girl, huh? I think I should take a look around, make sure it’s safe for you. I’m sure your Pops would be grateful.” You nod your head and turn, opening the door and climbing up the stairs to your little home. There wasn’t much to it, just a big room with a bed, a few chairs, a tiny kitchen and a separate bathroom.
You sit on your bed and watch as he checks all the windows and looks around at your things. “What were you thinking wearing that little dress tonight? Were you hoping you’d bring someone back and have five minutes of mediocre sex? I thought you were smarter than that.” He sits down next to you on the bed and places his hand on your knee, his fingers rubbing a pattern that sets you on fire.
He looks around the room once again and sees something shiny sticking out of the drawer on your bedside table, you follow his line of vision and your eyes widen. The box of condoms sticking out of the drawer is not what you want him to see, and even worse, he tells you to stand and pass the box to him.
“Please, Lee, don’t do this. I’m an adult now and I don’t have to do what you ask. Now you’ve taken a look around please feel free to show yourself out.”
As you turn to walk away he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him, making you stand between his thighs and running his hands up and down your back. “Such a big girl are you? I wonder how you would feel if I had to teach you a lesson about respecting your elders? Especially the ones who are trying to make sure you’re safe.”
You whine as his hands travel down your body, gripping your ass firmly and kneading it, spreading the cheeks apart and squeezing until you gasp. “What’s wrong, Princess? I thought you were a grown up now, surely you can handle a little massage?”
Gripping his shoulders you miss what he says, trying to breathe deeply so he doesn’t know how effected you are by his hands on you.
“I told you to get over my lap Princess, don’t make me wait any longer.” You shake your head and look down at him, he’s absolutely serious. Patting his thick thighs and raising his eyebrow, challenging you to defy him. You take a deep breath and lay over him, gasping when you feel him move your dress up and rub over your white cotton panties.ou can feel how wet you are and you know there’s a wet patch soaked through. Without warning he slaps the back of your thigh and chuckles when you squirm against him, hissing as he rubs over the now hot skin. “Count for me, Princess.” Slapping the skin just under your ass, you moan out the number two and grip his thigh as you squirm again.
He grips your cheeks once again, pulling them apart and gripping them firmly. “You know what, I think these little panties might be in the way.” He rips them off you before you can stop him, bringing them up to his face and inhaling the scent on them. “Fuck Princess, you smell amazing. These belong to me now.” He says, stuffing them into the side pocket of his trousers and looking back down at you “lets see, what we have here now?”
His thick hands once again kneading and spreading you apart, he hums to himself when he notices how wet you are and drags his fingers through your slick. Listening as you whine for him, he licks his lips and rubs harder, showing your clit no mercy, the sounds you make have him rock hard.
Stopping for a moment, he waits, listening for your reaction and smirking when you beg for him. “What’s that? You want my fingers back? You know how to ask for them, you little slut.” He waits for your answer, but when you don’t respond he spanks you and admires the jiggle when his hand hits your ass. “You know if you don’t tell Daddy what you want he’s gonna leave you here all alone.”
You push your ass up and wiggle it, silently begging for more. Normally he wouldn’t be so cruel, but he knows you eye fuck him whenever you see him in the uniform. He sees when you clench your thighs together, he even knows that you stare at his hands when you think he’s not watching, biting your lip and probably imaging all the ways he could use them on you.
“Be a good little whore for me and you can have what you want.” He slides his hands over your legs, scratching and nipping at you, enjoying the whimpering he’s causing. “Ok, I guess you don’t want it then. I thought you were going to be good for Daddy, but I suppose I was wrong.”
He hears something so faint he almost misses it. Grabbing your hair in his fist, he pulls you up. “Fuck, Daddy. Please. I need your hands on me.” Grinning at you and letting go of your hair, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them and rubbing them over a spot you didn’t even know existed.
“So fucking tight for me. You’re the perfect little whore, aren’t you? I think you need more than my fingers, though. Don’t you?” You moan as he keeps moving his fingers in and out of you, feeling your juices dripping and leaving a wet patch on his thighs.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you almost miss the moment he spits on your tight puckered hole, circling his thumb around it. You make a deep groan from the base of your throat and he slowly pushes the tip of his thumb in, swearing under his breath at how tight you are. He can feel you clenching around him as he fills you up and can’t wait for you anymore. “On your hands and knees in the middle of the bed for me, princess.”
Admiring how easily he gets you to do what he says, he strips down, tilting his head to the side as you look at him over your shoulder. “Touch yourself for me.” He sees the conflict in your eyes but you don’t make him wait too long before rubbing your clit while he watches. “Such a good fucking slut for me, tell me who’s pussy this is.” He asks, slapping his cock against you and slowly pushing in, stopping once just the tip is in and not moving. “I won’t ask you again, who does this pussy belong to?”
You try to push back, you need to cum so badly it hurts, but he just grips your hips painfully tight, stopping you before you can get more of him. “I asked you a question, you better answer me, princess.” You whine and moan out as he holds you still. You want to answer him, you really do, but you also don’t want him to win. Deciding to tease him right back you kneel there completely still and just clench around his tip, smirking when you hear his breathing pick up and the swearing he does under his breath.
It doesn’t last long. He spanks you so hard you almost fall on your face, but his grip on you remains strong. He thrusts forward and you both groan as he finally fills you up, setting a fast pace. It doesn’t take long before you’re both panting and moaning. He slips his thumb back inside your ass pumping it in and out, keeping rhythm with his hips. The feeling is like nothing you’ve experienced before.
“Daddy, I’m so close, please don’t stop, fuck!” You scream out, gripping the sheets below you. He can feel you squeezing him tightly, he knows you’re about to cum, so he stops. You scream out for him to keep going, but he leans forward and chuckles in your ear. Shouldn’t be such a fucking brat then, should you, Princess?”  You whimper and immediately start to rub your clit, hoping you can make yourself cum without him.
So close, so fucking close. Before you cum, he flips you over and pins both of your hands above your head in one of his, using his other to slap his cock on your swollen clit, each tap making you whimper. “Who does this pussy belong to?” Finally answering him, you scream out his name and he just shakes his head looking down at you. “Open wide and stick out your tongue.”
You do as you’re told, looking up at him and pleading for him to fuck you again, but he just pouts at you. “Aww, does my little cock slut want to be filled up?” You nod and he grins at you. “As you wish.” Palming his cock and splashing his cum on your face and in your mouth, groaning out your name as he does. You lay there in shock, coated in his cum. “Swallow it.” He demands groaning, as you do as you’re told, sucking it off his fingers as he smears it across your face.
He sits back on the bed, legs open and stares at you. “You may finish yourself off now.” You eagerly spread your legs, but before you can touch yourself, he clears his throat.. Looking up at his smug face, he smiles at you. “But only after you’ve cleaned me up, come and use that mouth of yours, Princess.” It was going to be a long night.
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ladyfallonavenger · 5 days ago
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This woman is super beautiful and amazingly talented. Her dual role in US is proof of that. We need to be supporting more actresses like her and Danai
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lupitanyongo: “Back in the saddle.”
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Thank you xxx
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Moment’s Silence - Part Seven
Dark! Andy Barber x Female Reader & Frank Adler x Female Reader
So  I had an idea to base a fic around Indecent Proposal andddd thus this was born! Thank you all for your comments and re-blogs, I love hearing from you all. I can’t wait to hear what this chapter brings.
Previous: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
Warnings:  18+ ONLY. I’m gonna say dub-con because of what is at stake, fingering, sex, ANGST and maybe I cried a little writing the last part…
Alright. I’m going to actually give a little note here. I said Andy was dark and I meant it. He’s been building up this entire time and now it’s here. Thank you to @stargazingfangirl18​ for giving me the idea for THAT scene that still messed me up writing it.
beautiful moodboard by the lovely and talented @ozarkthedog​
Summary | The tumultuous relationship between twin brothers Frank and Andy takes a turn for the worse when Andy offers to wipe out Frank’s debt by asking   for the one thing Andy wants that Frank has.
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“It’s good pizza, right?” Andy asks, downing the last of his beer.
He’s right. It is good pizza, the marinara sauce just thick enough for you to taste the burst of tangy tomatoes and spices amid the perfect mix of cheese and pepperoni. You’ve also had too much to drink, blinking under the lights. You downed your glass of water almost fifteen minutes ago and the beers keep coming.
“It’s good,” you confirm with a slight nod of your head.
Andy’s laugh gets your attention. Your heels are sitting in the booth next to you, your forearms propped up on the table while you rub your temples. Things move in slow motion. Your plate is pulled away, replaced with more napkins and a bill that Andy picks up quickly. The music seems quieter than before but now you aren’t sure.
“Everything okay?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at you. “Maybe we should call it a night. Though, they do have a nice selection of cheesecake that’s to die for.”
“Cheesecake?” you answer, your interest piqued. Why those two things go together, you aren’t sure but you shrug. Sleepiness has taken over your intoxication, your hand stifling back a yawn.
“Yeah,” Andy murmurs with a smile. “Let’s get you back to the hotel.”
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