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focus | azriel

summary; you've had a bad day, and you're just trying to work out some of the stress before bed.

word count; 3729

notes; there is not even a semblance of plot here.

“You're not focusing!” Azriel’s voice echoed off of the stones of the training room, your eyes narrowing on him as you swung the sword again, drove your elbow up again, twisted at the angle he’d shown you again, and… and stumbled, again. He let out a ragged sigh, like his frustration was something comparable to yours, and at the sound, your final nerve seemed to fray away. 

“I didn’t ask you to be here, Azriel!” His eyes widened a little at your snap, and you through the wooden training sword down at his feet, shadows scattering like birds from trees as it dug into the sand and dirt of the ring floor. His eyes followed it, hands held tightly behind his back, and when his gaze returned to you, it had narrowed into a calculating glare. “You came up here and ruined my training session, and now you’re being a dick about it! I didn’t ask you for help, or guidance. This isn’t our weekly training session, so stop being such a prick!”

You hated the way your lower lip wobbled as your clamped your jaw shut, hated the burning in your eyes as tears threatened to spill over, but it had been the day from hell. Everything that could have gone wrong, did. And then, everything else seemed to follow suit. You’d been shouted at and looked down on and given the most crippling disappointed looks all day. You’d missed lunch and been starving, you’d almost missed dinner, your workload was behind, and to top it all off, you’d been soaked in the rain on your way back from the town. 

By the time you’d managed to just about winnow yourself up from the bottom of the mountain to the balcony, your knees had buckled as you’d fallen that short gap through the wards, resulting in a dull throb you knew would be worse by morning. With a full stomach of Cassian’s leftovers and a chill creeping along your spine that you really hoped wouldn't become a sickness, you’d fallen into bed. 

Only for sleep to escape you, tossing and turning for hours. 

You were at the end of your tether, and Azriel was only making it worse. The person who was usually so calm and collected, the man who normally helped you solve your problems, who would make you smile on days you didn’t think it possible and laugh when you shouldn’t be, was making it so much worse.

“I thought you were angry.”

“You thought wrong.” You sniped, deciding that you really didn’t have any strength left, any more witty comebacks, as tension roiled under your skin. You’d hoped that frustration at the day and the stress building up inside of you would be released through exercise, but it seemed to only be making it worse. You were so wound up that you stumbled, and tripped, and could barely think straight for the flying thoughts, making the feelings ten times worse than they had been when you’d stepped foot out here an hour ago. 

The stars were twinkling away in a clear night sky, the moon shining down, not a single trace of any of the storm clouds that had soaked you through hours ago, and you tried to calm yourself by looking out at the pretty picture. “I thought-”

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, alright?”

Spinning on your heel, you barely made it two steps before a darting shadow was whipping out, cold entity wrapping around your wrist in a daring move, as Azriel let out a dissatisfied sound behind you. “Don’t turn your back on me.”

“Excuse me?” There was that fire, that rage, that spark you thought had gone out today, reignited with indignation at the sound of his voice. When you spun again, he was closer, silent steps carrying him towards you with such determination you almost wanted to step back. Almost. Stubbornness kept you rooted to the spot, until he was stopping with merely a foot between your bodies.

“I said, don’t turn your back on me, I’m trying to talk to you.”

“No, you’re yelling at me, and making me feel even shittier about an already shitty day.” Golden eyes searched your own, a piercing stare that was hard to hold when you felt too small now, shadowed by his large frame, wings flexing each time they drooped low enough to touch the sands.

“Why are you really up here?” His murmur was soft, much nicer than the harsh shouting he’d been resorting to for at least the last thirty minutes, and a wash of comfort soothed over your skin, like cold water on a hot day. 

“What does it matter, Az? It’s not productive, we’re both wasting our time.”

“It matters, because I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.” His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out, before he was curling it into a fist by his side instead. “I thought you were angry. I thought you were up here trying to beat out your sensations on that punching bag, so I figured yelling was what you needed. I heard… the shadows say you’ve had a bad day. I thought tough love was what you needed.”

His throat bobbed as you stared up at him, his shoulders rising and falling scarcely an inch in a shrug you’d not have even noticed if you weren’t standing so close to him. “I’m not angry, Azriel. I’m stressed. I had a shitty day, and none of it was my fault but I got all the blame. I was cold, and wet, and hungry. When I decided to just sleep it all away, I couldn’t even do that. I’m not mad, I’m just tense.”

He nodded, bright eyes sweeping over you once, assessing. You allowed yourself to do the same, though you were sure it wasn’t for the same reasons. He’d forgone the usual training gloves, leather with cut-off fingertips, bare skin trailing up from scarred hands to smooth flesh over his arms, across biceps that seemed to bulge even when he relaxed. All the way up, to the hastily cut-off sleeves of a tank top, flowing so loosely you could see traces of the swirling black ink across his chest with each tiny movement, and you choked down thickly, before diverting your gaze behind him, forcing yourself to look away.

He moved, taking barely two steps until he was behind you, hands settling on your waist and your spine straightened in a gasp. His fingers flexed, smoothing a little further down to sit on your hips. 

“You’re not using the right form, you’re slouching because you’re tired and you’re probably sore.” With one hand still on your hip and the other on your stomach, brushing across the bare skin exposed by your cropped raining shirt, he pushed. Your body jerked under his movements, core muscles tightening as he shifted your hips to how you knew they should have been, engaged and active, making it easier to move. 

One foot between your own, his boots tapped roughly, kicking your ankles apart, and his knee dragged up along the back of yours, until he was pressing behind, your body dropping down, no longer locked up. 

“Like this.” His breath was a whisper over the shell of your ear, baritone voice all but a rumble as he spoke softly. The hand on your hips squeezed, the thumb on your stomach swiped delicately, a caress that lasted barely a few stroked before he was pulling his hand back. “You’re still not letting yourself hold it.”

“We can try again tomorrow.”

“You just need to loosen up a little.” Heavy hands clamped down on your shoulders, your body locking up all over again as he stepped up closer, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body, smell the sweat and earth and mist that exuded from him. Your lungs couldn’t take a full breath, wouldn't take a full breath, eyes fluttering a little as he applied pressure. “Let me help you relax a little.”

His fingertips pressed into your collarbones, dipping under the straps of your tight workout bra, while his thumbs began to rub soothing circles into the tight muscles of your shoulders. His grip was tight but not harsh, rubbing slowly at every knot and pull, and your head slipped forwards, a groan spilling from your lips as he worked at the muscles in your neck. 

He chuckled, touch moving outwards just a little, to your shoulders, rubbing there gently, shadows once again pooling around both of your feet now, encasing you in a dark cloud as they rose up your calves. “Good?”

“Good.” You mumbled, his touch sliding down to the tops of each arm, squeezing, pressing, like he knew just where to touch to press out every bit of tension you were holding onto. The further down your arms he got, the closer he pressed, until your back was up against his front, your body seeming to go weak as he worked, roughly scarred fingers moving down and down along your arms until his fingertips were weaving with your own, holding tight as he pulled them back, settling both sets of joined hands on your stomach. “I’m sorry for shouting at you.”

“S’okay. You were only trying to help.” Your mind was foggy, head rolling back onto his arm, a dulled smile on your lips as you sagged back into him, not taking even a second to think about what you were doing. This was your mentor, your trainer, your best friend, and his thumb was slowly swiping back and forth across your knuckles as you let him bear your weight, drowning in his scent with your eyes closed. 

He hummed, one hand detaching from yours, your arm falling back to slackened at your side, and you thought he’d pull away, before his fingers were back on your body, your breath hitching and eyes snapping open at the jolt his touch gave you. He dragged his finger slowly, so slowly, up and down your stomach, goosebumps rising on your skin each time he brushed the hem of your leggings, or the seam of your bra. His chin came to rest on your shoulder by the fifth turn, and his fingertip dared to drag a little higher. Bumping over the material he normally stopped at, that same finger dared an inch higher, sitting in the dip just below where your breasts would meet in the middle, daring no higher, before he was dragging down again. 

“Az..”

“Shh, s’okay. I got you.” He dragged back up, daring higher again, that finger dragging up until he was pressing over the fabric sitting directly between your breasts, your chest heaving with heavy breaths, and he paused, waiting. Waiting for you to pull away, to give him a sign, to say something. The air was crackling between you both, hanging on the precipice of something else entirely, and you didn’t think you’d be able to speak even if you wanted to. Instead, you opted to squeeze at your still-connected hands, getting one squeeze back, and a kiss on your shoulder. 

Then, that finger moved. Scraping across to the side, firmer and firmer until pressing down on one taut nipple, and you arched up into his hand on a shaky breath, a whine. He remained a moment, before his hand was encasing you entirely, squeezing until your head was rolling against his shoulder, a plea you could barely get out on a breath. He left a single kiss on your cheek before freeing his other hand to join, fingers skating up your arm, leaving goosebumps in wake of his featherlight touch, before joining the first on your chest. 

He took his time, slow and teasing, leaving kisses dotted along your neck each tie your head tipped a little further back. You were solely dependent on him to hold you up now, back arching against his chest as he toyed with you. He pinched and twisted, enough that you cried out at the jolts of pain, before he was soothingly rubbing once again, distracting you with his tongue and teeth against your neck. When you’d finally stopped panting, he’d be back at it again, winding you tighter and tighter, until your head was spinning, and your gasps had melted into incoherent babble. 

“Azriel, please, please, just do something, you’re driving me out of my mind!”

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He left a particularly rough bite to the juncture of your neck, lapping at it with his tongue when you cried his name, letting it bounce around off of the walls like his shouts at done not so long ago. “We’re trying to get you out of your pretty little head, stop you thinking so much.”

“But- please.” You didn’t even know what you were begging for, too wound up to think properly, too wound up to think at all, and he tugged the love of your ear between his teeth softly, before finally giving in. You felt like you were on fire, panting like you’d run across all of Velaris as his fingers inched back down, lower and lower, taunting as they smoothed along the hem of your leggings. 

“I can smell you, sweetheart. So sweet and needy for it, you’re practically rubbing yourself against my cock through all these layers.” You didn’t know when you’d started rolling your hips, and somewhere in you, that strong and stubborn vice was yelling at him, but the feeling of his touch and the pleasure he gave long since obliterated any pride you had left. “This isn’t the first time. D’you know how distracting you are, always walking around in your tight little leggings, smelling so good when you stare at me, thinking I don’t know. Now look at you, letting me put my hands all over you, huh?”

His fingertips dipped below the waistband before you could talk back, before you could protest with anything, not that you would, and you all but trembled in anticipation. You were right there on the brink already; his teasing, his taunting, his talking, it had dragged you so close to climax that you were shaking for it, and when one rough fingerpad pressed your clit, you exploded. Your nails were digging into his arm as you gripped him, the other sliding around your body to hold your squirming form to him, head tossed back in bliss. 

The dark chuckle he gave should have humiliated you, should have been enough to shove him off, but you didn’t care, not when that same finger was dipping lower, lower, swirling through the gush of arousal, your panties soaked, and he seemed happy with what he found. A choked groan left him, swirling slowly, finger prodding at your entrance only once, before dragging back up to smear over the still sensitive bundle of nerves he’d barely even had to touch. 

His body shifted behind you, planes of solid muscle shifting against your back and thighs before he was kicking your legs further apart, your knees shaking from it, opening you up wider for his touch. 

“So fuckin’ wet for me, love. This all mine?” He pressed at that bud again, your hips jerking up into his hand with a soft cry, and when your head fell to the side, twisted to him, his nose brushed your own. He waited, and when no words came from your lips, he pinched at your clit harshly, enough for your knees to give way, only his arm around you holding you up. “Answer me when I talk to you.”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, Az, please,” Tears felt like they were lining your eyes, your throat was raw, the sheer intensity of your need was so surprising you couldn't breathe, and when he sunk a single finger into you, his resulting moan was like music to your ears.

“Fuck, you’re grippin’ me so tight. So good, huh, you deserve it. Let me give it to you, let me take away all this tension.”

“I want that, I want that.” Tomorrow you’d be embarrassed, that he’d reduced you to such simple words, to such simple begging, but your hips were rolling down into his hand, a second rippled finger joining his second one and slamming back into you, the heel of his hand rubbing all the right places as he let you ride down onto his fingers. 

It was filthy, and wet, and when his lips met your own you swore you’d never felt anything like it. His kiss was sloppy and unhurried and filthy, broken only by encouraging mumbles into your mouth that made you clench even tighter around him, by his own groans in response to your needy whines, fingers slamming in and out of you, stretching you wide, scissoring until the stretch bordered on pain, only for a third finger to join the mix. 

When he crooked them, dragging down your walls and finding the spot that made your entire body jump, come alive again, you came. Your eyes squeezed shut, mouth hanging open, toes curling into your shoes so tight they cramped. With a pathetic scream of his name, one you were sure would have reached out between the open pillars and down to Velaris had he not kissed the sound away. A real kiss, his mouth over yours, lips dragging and tongue stroking and this was it. This was the kind of sex you’d waited your whole life for, the kind of sex that made sweat break out on your skin late at night in Nesta’s borrowed smutty books, the kind of sex that made you want to fall to your knees for him. 

He rode you through it, fingers slowing down as lewd sounds accompanied his movements, noises that should have been shameful were it not turning you on more. You pressed down, following his retreating touch, clenching around him to keep his fingers right there. Your nails dug into his arm, pleasure bordering on the brink of insanity as nonsense spewed from you. 

“More, more, more. Azriel, I need- I need it, I-”

His hand wrapped around your throat, cutting you off with a squeak and his fingers slammed back into you, so roughly you rose onto your tiptoes to follow his hand, and a bliss so intense curled at your lower spine, wrapping all the way up until your eyes rolled back overtook you. “My greedy girl, you want to come again? I love the feel of you on my fingers, can only imagine how good you’d feel on my tongue or my cock. So tight, and warm. Ask again, use your manners, maybe I’ll give it to you.”

“Please, please, give it to me, Az.” You pressed down into his hand, and he let you, doing nothing to help but letting you ride against his fingers, whining and keening at his lack of movement, chuckling as he sucked a mark into your neck. 

“You think you can take another one?” He crooked his fingers, just enough to tease, and you thought you might actually be sobbing as need overtook you. 

“I can!”

“I like you like this. Needy, begging, so good for me. You’re always so strong, I like being able to take you apart like that.” He repeated it, further this time, and a sob actually did leave your lips. “Tell me it’s only me, even if you lie. Tell me I’m the only one who can do this to you.”

“You are, you are.” Your hips rolled, feeling his cock pressing into you from behind, a choked-off hiss on his lips. “I’m not lying Az, it’s only you.” That seemed to be the trick, because just like that, he was moving again. 

His fingers were slamming in and out thumb swiping your clit back and forth, the abused bud throbbing desperately, overstimulated and pulsing and the spark of pain only made everything else so good. You were on your tiptoes, digging into him as you shook, holding onto him, every muscle winding tighter and tighter in your body as it crested. 

“Let it go, pretty girl. Give it to me. It’s mine, I want it.” A press on your clit, a slam of his fingers, and you were gone. Vision-spotting ecstasy as you alternated between screams and sobs of his name, slick gush racing from you, making such a mess as he rode you through it all, kissing in a soft contrast to his brutal hand between your legs. “Atta’ girl, let me have it all.”

It seemed to go on forever, nerves firing in relief and bliss, finally unfurling as the orgasm washed over you again and again. You reached up, one shaking hand cupping his jaw as you twisted his head towards you, catching his lips in a sweet kiss. He was smiling, you could feel it against your lips as his tongue swept across your lower one, sucking lightly as he pulled back, leaving you to pant for air as your heart raced so hard it could bruise.

His fingers slipped from you, leaving you to feel cold and empty, slumped against him and watching with wide eyes as he rose three glistening fingers up, slipping them into that same mouth that had been claiming yours seconds ago. He licked them clean, a sparkle in his eye that promised nothing but filth and passion and mind-shattering orgasms as he hummed around the three fingers shoved in there.

You were slumped against him, shadows that had become a violent frenzy in their master’s arousal were finally calming, like a hurricane the two of you had been in the eye of, revealing the same dark sky, the training ring, the abandoned equipment once again. 

When you were finally stable enough to stand on shaky legs once again, he left one more kiss on your temple, before pulling back, wiping wet fingers on his shirt and smirking at your shocked stare. “Now, are you feeling better?”

You could only nod, dumbfounded, and watching a spray of dirty sand come up as he kicked the discarded training sword over to you. 

“Good, we’re not going to bed until you get it right.” We. There was a promise in his words, one that sent a whole fresh wave of excitement zapping up your spine. “Now, pick that up, and try again.”

“Good, we’re not going to bed until you get it right.” There was a promise in his words, one that sent a whole fresh wave of excitement zapping up your spine. “Now, pick that up, and try again.”

[ironmaidenhead]

but you know what it is to carve out a place in the world, to have to fight for your life at every turn. you can’t imagine how much worse it was in my time. women were sent to madhouses because they read too many books or because their husbands tired of them. there were so few paths open to us. and mine was stolen from me. so i forged a new one. you don’t get to turn this into some kind of feminist manifesto. you forged your new path from the lives of other girls. immigrant girls. brown girls. poor girls. girls like me.  - LEIGH BARDUGO, NINTH HOUSE

[argentarium]

Just showing some love, been a fan of your writing for years and am so sad to see you gone!

<3 i never expected this, you have made my whole week. thank you, i have been extremely busy with life so writing has not been a priority :-( i am around sometimes to talk ! much love

[salimahbicharara-comun]

Wicked Game | Three

Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, backround Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Victorian AU. While trying to go on with your life, the manor takes a tighter hold on your body and soul.

Words: 8.813.

Warnings: dubcon, explicit sexual content (oral sex, fingering, dirty talk,) cheating, swearing.

A/N: This story has dubious sexual consent, as the reader doesn’t quite understand what’s happening, and if this kind of content makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please just walk away and ignore this story.

Eternal thanks to @its–fandom–darling for being my beta again. I don’t know what I would do without you <3

I think is painfully obvious that english isn’t my first language, so if you see any mistakes in the narration is because of that. Please let me know what do you think! The credit of the gif goes for it’s respective owner.

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Finally, your mother and brother’s letters arrived one afternoon with a sweaty servant who walked under the sun for a couple of hours just to bring them to you. If standing up didn’t hurt so much, you would have kissed him.

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[argentarium]

girl i don’t think u understand how much my twisted self ADORES this dark series — i checked ur account like every day for the past couple months to see if you posted a new chapter, and honestly, the way you manipulate words to make me feel exactly how intense the situation is is absolutely brilliant

like the way bucky noticed her???? standing in the doorway??? only he would. and the way you portrayed steve’s passive aggressiveness through his mannerisms. (and how him and bucky would share holy moly)

celeste is an interesting character, u really draw me in with how she’s so focused on work and avoids the reader but who REALLY interests me is norine. norine has so much to her — she is so kind and genuine, and the character is so drawn to her energy and they seem to have such a genuine relationship other than how the character deeply envies her. but seriously, how norine is able to pretend that there’s nothing wrong. but it only seems like she’s genuine considering how her face hardened at the mention of the character when she was with steve and bucky. truly, the real question when it comes to norine is why is she doing all of this? what are her motives, and what is she gaining from her relationship with steve?

and what really got me in this chapter was the bathtub scene. my heart was beating so fast while my eyes soaked in all the details but when i came across “Liar.” my heart dropped. it was so beautifully written that, prior to that point, i didn’t expect it but i did at the same time. you led me on so much that i was still shocked that he knew but i was not surprised.

11/10 — when i tell u i am ur biggest fan i mean it, i need this series, i am SO ready for when u post the next part

[allandoflimbo]

Take It Back - Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: strong language, partner betrayal, angst

Summary: About five years ago, a one night stand with Y/N tore Bucky’s life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he’s married to her sister and y/n needs a place to stay.

Take It Back Masterpage | Chapter 1| 

Your laughing dials down as the innocent moment between two friends pass inside the crowded restaurant. You couldn’t believe that in less than twenty-four hours, your best friend and your sister were going to be married, and yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that you both never knew happiness like you did right in that moment.

You were going to miss this - laughing together. Obviously, there was other aspects about your relationship that you were most definitely going to miss more than that, but for years you both always just shoved that under the table.

You’re not laughing anymore, and instead you’re just looking at each other, realizing you’ve both run out of time.

You’re the first to realize that your hand is still on his arm. Bucky looks at your hand and you follow his gaze.

Realizing what you’re doing, you take your hand off his body like it’s on fire.

Bucky subconsciously frowns at this, suddenly missing your touch.

You clear your throat, “Sorry, I -”

“You wanna get out of here?”

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[argentarium]

an underrated series

[salimahbicharara-comun]

Wicked Game | One

Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Victorian AU. Three months after getting engaged to the elegant but cold Mr. Rogers, you find yourself trapped in the Rogers Manor. Surrounded by nothing but forests and lakes, you were more than enthusiastic when your  fiancé introduced you to his childhood friend; James Barnes. Lonely to no end and accompanied by only the darkness and your thoughts, your nights start to get filled of wicked dreams of a man of blue eyes and a devilish smirk.

Words: 11.258 (I’m so sorry)

Warnings: dubcon, explicit sexual content, cheating, swearing. The characters on this story, besides the reader, are way darker and insensitive than in canon, so don’t get surprised when shit starts to blow up. You have been warned.

A/N: This story has dubious sexual consent, as the reader doesn’t quite understand what’s happening, and if this kind of content makes you uncomfortable or bothers you, please just walk away and ignore this story.

This little piece of shit was written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor‘s In the dark! Writing Challenge. My prompt was “You know when you see something so precious you need to break it?”. It’s my first time writing dark!characters but I’m very excited for the outcome! This is a weird story, thought. Think of Daphne du Maurier meeting The Crimson Peak.

Thank you thank you thank you so much to @its–fandom–darling who was my beta with this monster! It’s so long and I spend so much time working on this one, your help was God-send. Thank you so much, my darling <3 

Also, this is definitely gonna be a multi-chapter story, I’m sorry.

I think is painfully obvious that english isn’t my first language, so if you see any mistakes in the narration is because of that. Please let me know what do you think! The credit of the gif goes for it’s respective owner.

The first time you saw the Rogers Manor, you thought it was charmingly chilling.

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[argentarium]

everything about this was perfect, your writing is so enchanting in the way you describe everything. that sex scene did not ruin anything, and now i need a bucky like that.

[gagmebucky]

anonymous asked: 56. 64. and 78. from the smut prompt list? maybe cock warming too?

anonymous asked: professor!bucky plEase god

(56.) “I’m not jealous! its just…you’re mine!” (64.) “I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.” (78.) “Don’t fucking touch what is not yours.” ; (includes professor!bucky x student!you, cockwarming, unprotected sex, jealousy, possessiveness, exhibitionism/voyeurism, hair pulling.)

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“Don’t fucking touch what is not yours,” is how Professor James Barnes re-enters his office, an uncharacteristically hostile demeanor snatching the stapler out of the guy’s idling hand as he comes to sit down at his desk. 

Flinching against the harshness, the early twenties junior blinks surprised green eyes, sharing a similar expression. Nevertheless, he clears his throat, uncomfortable. “Uh, Professor. My bad—”

”Not touching something that doesn’t belong to you is something even fucking kindergarteners grasp,” James further snaps. “Are you a toddler? Clearly you can’t read either considering it says office hours are closed. Maybe I should talk to the dean about kicking you—”

”James!” you yelp, eyes as big as moons because you explained everything in your text, and he’s lashing out. You give him a very pointed look before regarding Trey with the sweetest, friendliest expression you can muster. “Why don’t you go, and I’ll talk to him for you?”

Arguably, that’s what you should’ve done in the first place, what you intended to do. You had mentioned talking to the professor of weaponry, teaching a myriad of courses in relation, on his behalf in declination of a coffee shop ‘study’ session. Trey was insisting on accompanying you because James Barnes’s office hours were supposedly closed (never to you though, corrected once you texted him.) 

The blond looks unsure to exit, peeking over his shoulder to the usually laid back teacher who has steam rolling off him. “Don’t know what’s got him so pissed,” he says, “but you don’t have to deal with it because of m—”

“Oh, it’s not about you,” you interject before thinking, flush of warmth at his furrowing eyebrows. “I mean, I have some things to discuss with him. So yeah. You can go.”

Once you’ve successfully ushered him out the door, you’re shutting it gently then twisting the lock. With an aspirated sigh, you spin around to face your still scowling fiancé in astonishing amusement. His arms are crossed, and the cloud remains on his face. 

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billion dollar man - part 11

pairing: tony stark x reader

summary: after mounting bills and debt cause you to look at alternative means of making money, you’re thrown into a whole different kind of life when one of the most famous billionaires on the block offers to be your sugar daddy, of course in exchange for a different from of payment. non-superhero au.

warnings/genre: +18 only, sugarbaby/daddy relationship, slightly nat-centric chapter, FLUFF

masterlist | billion dollar man masterlist

a/n: this is the last of the reuploads! the next chapter is gonna be brand spanking new (and its super long oops), as always please let me know what you think! 

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[argentarium]

this is literally my favorite series, you write so beautifully im so excited for the next part like you don’t understand

[deactivated-blog]

life after death

bucky barnes x enhanced!reader

prologue

story contains: 18+, cursing, gore, nsfw content {later chapters}

summary: in which reader goes missing but doesn’t remember anything during her eight month absence. 

a/n: not sure how many chapters this story might have but it will be good ;). let me know if you want to be tagged in future chapters!

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[argentarium]

so excited for more of this

[angelicthor-deactivated20250201]

I LOVE YOUR TONY STARK SERIES SO MUCH!!! i even read it on ur ao3 to see if there was more chapters, are you going to update it more? i love u omg

thank you so much love! there are currently 11 chapters on ao3 but i put it on hiatus over a year ago so i haven’t updated it in a while, but i do plan on finishing it! may take a while given that theres 40 chapters planned but yeah, there is definitely going to be more updates xoxo 

[argentarium]

40 chapters?! i genuinely look forward to every chapter and THE IDEA OF 40?!! bless ur heart and mind

[byblackswan]

Sebastian Stan side profile appreciation post

[dailymarvel]

[argentarium]

I’m so happy to see you active on here again!

awh thank u!!! me too, i might be coming out w more writing soon :))

[lavendervirtigo]

sebastian stan with long slick hair rt ur kink

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[argentarium]

my heart ;; this is so simple and short but i could feel it all

[angelicthor-deactivated20250201]

billion dollar man - part 4

pairing: tony stark x reader

summary:  after mounting bills and debt cause you to look at alternative means of making money, you’re thrown into a whole different kind of life when one of the most famous billionaires on the block offers to be your sugar daddy, of course in exchange for a different from of payment. non-superhero au.

warnings/genre: +18 only, sugarbaby/daddy relationship, smut: daddy kink, heel kink.

masterlist | billion dollar man masterlist

a/n: feedback is always appreciated! 

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[argentarium]

i stopped breathing here

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Number 6 for almost gone?

apologies for late response! i wouldn’t say this fic is special but.. well i haven’t really gotten to the next part but i guess i will say this sort of spoiler anyways. personally, i’ve been in those situations of misunderstandings and with it, ruining the relationship as a whole. in movies i always see how people are forced to fix their relationship because a third party would lock them in a room together or make an elevator stop suddenly. regardless, i’ve always wanted said third party to do one of those to me.. but in real life people don’t like to get involved when it’s not their business (nor do they care). this is my way of emulating something i wished would’ve been done to me.

[argentarium]

I MESSED UP LMAO I THOUGHT ALMOST GONE WAS AFTERLIFE YIKES but it relates!! here’s the special thing ab it though: misunderstanding always seems to be the crusher of relationships in the first cases. there is no such thing as a perfect relationship and pressures around being one doesn’t help either. it’s very juvenile, petty, and definitely very high school like.. and a little drabble to tug at the heart strings with minimal context.