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out of left field series: pt. 1 - this is bad (chris pov)
Out Of Left Field Series: Part 1 - This Is Bad (Chris POV)
Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans x Best Friend!Reader (female character)
Summary: After 29 years of friendship with Chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. When he finds himself amid a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter into a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away. But the lines begin to blur and lies get told, both you and Chris realizing you might’ve bitten off more than you can chew. Will you make it out unscathed or will you and Chris be just another PR relationship that ends in heartbreak and humiliation?
A/N: SURPRISE BITCHES. I am one impatient motherfucker and I needed to post it. SO I BEYONCE’D YOU (not that I’m comparing myself to the queen… but you get it). ENJOY THE FIRST PART OF THIS SERIES I’M SO EXCITED!
I would be remiss if i didn’t give a huge mfin shout out to @tis-thedamn-season. Like this fic/series would not be where it is without you. Love you bb.
Warnings: Drugs, language, allusions to smut, reader has an abusive/controlling ex, reader and chris are both 29 years of age (this is what you guys voted on!)
W/C: 6.9k
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All players and scenarios are made up completely. This story does not reflect things that actually happen in the MLB or with its players or with Chris in real life. Additionally, the reader’s family gets introduced in this series and are all OFC made by me. If you don’t like that, please don’t read this series.
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He heard your shoes before he saw you.
The harsh clack of your stilettos on the concrete floor sent a wave of relief through his system that was almost immediately washed away and replaced by nerves.
Chris hated disappointing you. He could already picture the resigned look on your face while you crossed your arms and let out a defeated sigh.
Any other time, it probably would’ve bothered him more. But the pounding headache combined with the fact that he was still coming down from a coke-induced high, made it a little hard to focus on anything other than the fact that the room was spinning.
He tried to ground himself, focusing his attention on a scuff that marked the concrete wall across the room instead of the way the room seemed to circle around him despite his ass planted on this extremely uncomfortable mattress.
“He’s in here.”
Chris sat up on the metal ‘bed’, swinging his legs over the side and taking a deep, slow breath. His elbows rested on his knees, face buried in his hands while he waited.
“Thanks, Stu.” The softness of your voice floated through the air, bringing a welcome warmth and familiarity to the chill of his cell.
The sound of your heels got closer, scraping to a stop when you’d reached him.
This fic was inspired by fakesngay's amazing Bucky fan art and strongly encouraged by @delaber
Word count: 4k
Summary: Bucky wants to be tied up, teased, and denied.
Need to know: Sub!Bucky, soft dom!Reader, hands tied, tease and denial, edging, oral (male rec), masturbation, slow teasing handjob, titfuck, p in v, ball worship, cock worship, use of the word daddy even though Bucky is the sub, very light mommy kink, fluffy ending
Please do not post this anywhere else. Reblogs and comments are appreciated :)
Bucky should have been embarrassed. His cheeks should have been ablaze. He should have been stammering excuses and attempting to cover his stiff cock and the mess he had made all over himself. And he would have if he had heard you come in. But he heard nothing beyond the whimpers and moans playing on his phone as he built himself up to another orgasm.
"Whatcha watchin' Buck?"
"Oh shit!" Bucky, once a highly trained assassin, and current crime-fighting partner to Captain America, threw his phone across the room and yanked his blanket over his lap. "Noth–nothing!"
You weren’t supposed to be home until next week! Not that he was complaining, the past two weeks without you had been miserable, but your timing could have been better.
You raised an amused eyebrow at him and bent over to pick up his phone. The erotic noises started again as soon as you unlocked it.
Bucky internally groaned as he felt his cheeks heat up. He was so caught off guard, and his brain was still so full of lust that he couldn't think straight. He needed to get up and take the phone away from you before you saw too much, but he couldn't move fast enough.
He wasn't embarrassed about the porn, but he was embarrassed about that particular video. A video in which a man was tied to a bed while a woman pleasured him over and over, never letting him reach orgasm. No matter how much the man begged and pleaded or how much the woman seemed to enjoy what she was doing, she always stopped short of the final touch that would send him soaring. Bucky had never expressed these desires to you; to be fair, he never knew he had them until today when he stumbled on this video and so many others like it.
He had a routine with you, he always took the lead in the bedroom, and you liked that; he did too. Loved it, in fact. But this…he could be into this too.
But what if you weren't? What if it turned you off? Weirded you out?
You locked his phone and threw it on the dresser before stepping out of your boots and walking toward him.
"And here I was thinking that you missed me."
"Of course I did! I'm sor–"
Your finger pressed against his lips, effectively shushing him. Bucky's mind raced, trying to think of how he was possibly going to fix this. Maybe he could say he hadn't been watching that video; he had accidentally clicked on it.
His panicked thoughts dissipated when you leaned forward and kissed him. It was too gentle for how long he had been apart from you, but it still made his head swim.
"I missed you," he whispered, chasing your lips. "So much."
"I know," you kissed his neck and slowly moved your lips down to his chest. "But it seems you've been a bad boy. Haven't you?"
Holy fuck. Bucky's breath hitched as you threw his blanket on the floor and eyed his heavy cock with heat in your eyes. Were you actually into this? The smirk on your face told him that you were.
"I asked you a question." You dragged one finger down his muscled thigh.
"Ye–yes," Bucky stammered, still nervous despite how excitedly his body reacted to you.
You leaned forward again, whispering in his ear, "you want this, daddy? Want me to take care of you this time?"
You calling him that never failed to turn him on, apparently not even when he wasn't the one in charge. "God, yes, yes , angel, please." Bucky groaned as you sucked his earlobe.
Not even ten minutes later, you had his wrists tied to the bed and his thighs shaking as you teased him with your tongue. You were working your way up from his feet; each toe had already experienced the delight of your warm mouth and swirling tongue. The pleasure shot up his legs straight to his cock. It was big and hard, curved up against his belly, red and angry at the lack of attention it was receiving. But Bucky breathed through it; you were at his thighs now, almost there. Your teeth gently sunk into his inner thigh, and he groaned as his cock flexed, searching for stimulation. Bucky clenched his jaw as you moved to the other thigh, and your breath tickled his heavy balls. Your mouth repeated the same ministrations, yet the bite still made him shudder.
This was it; finally, you were gonna put your mouth where he needed it most. He was focused on trying to regulate his breathing and gain control over himself, so he didn't immediately start thrusting into your mouth. But disappointment and frustration drew a low groan from him when instead, your tongue slid up the seam where his hip meets his pelvis.
"Such a goddamn tease," he huffed as you did it again. "Please?"
You ignored him, moving to his other hip to repeat the actions. Your warm tongue slithered so painfully close to his cock that he gasped and lifted his hips. You did it again and again, humming at the taste of him. When your lips locked tightly around a piece of skin on his hip as you sucked a bruise, he cried out.
"Please! Please," he drew out the word in a needy moan, "please fucking touch me."
Your eyes flicked up to his for the first time since you had settled between his legs. "No. I'm gonna go shower."
"Wha–what?" Bucky stared at you in disbelief as you climbed off the bed and started shedding your clothes.
"I just got back from a two-week mission. I'll be back." You winked at him before disappearing into the bathroom.
Surely you were joking, right?
Bucky groaned when he heard the water turn on. He could break out of his restraints and join you, but you would have told him if you wanted that.
His eyes squeezed shut in frustration when he heard your music start. That wasn't good. You only played music when you planned on taking your time. How long would you make him wait like this?
He looked down his body at his dick. The tip was red and weeping, pointing up at him accusingly. But, he had never felt so turned on in his life. He could only imagine how good his orgasm would feel once you granted it to him if you granted it to him. His hips flexed up at the thought of being denied, of you using him only for your pleasure.
"Fuck me," Bucky muttered to himself, trying to keep the images of what he knew you were doing in there without him out of his head. Soap-covered breasts and wet thighs. He wasn’t doing a good job. Maybe he shouldn't have agreed to try this new kink after missing you and your body for the past two weeks. He could have already been inside you, had you screaming his name…his thoughts were interrupted when you finally exited the bathroom. You were wearing your robe, and Bucky hoped nothing else underneath it.
"Better?" He asked, trying not to sound too impatient.
"Much," you grinned and straddled his waist, leaning down to kiss him. You did it properly this time, with all the passion you both had been missing out on.
Bucky hummed in pleasure, a drunk look on his face when you pulled back.
"How we doing, daddy?"
Bucky's eyes fluttered closed, "Need you so bad."
"What do you need, daddy?"
Bucky licked his lips as he watched you sit up. But you didn't give him a chance to answer before you were hovering over his throbbing erection. God, he hoped you didn't have anything on under that robe.
"You need this?" You gently lowered yourself until you were sitting on his cock.
"Fuck me!" Bucky's hips surged up. Your bare pussy gently rocked against his length. "Need–shit–need inside of you."
"Oh baby, I don't think you can handle that," you pouted at him, rocking your hips a little faster. "You’ll come.”
“No, no, I won’t, please, angel?” Bucky’s voice had never sounded so strained. And he was making promises he couldn’t keep.
“You're close already, aren’t you?”
Bucky ignored you, rocking his hips up in time with yours. His dick was nuzzled in your warm wetness, and his tip caught on your entrance with each thrust. Yeah, he was fucking close.
“Aren’t you?” You repeated, undoing your robe and shrugging it off your shoulders.
“No,” Bucky gritted out.
“Liar,” you smirked and lifted your hips, leaving him thrusting into the air.
“Fuck, fuck,” Bucky took a few deep breaths, but you didn’t give him too much time to recover.
You helped move him into a sitting position with his back against the headboard his wrists were tied to. You straddled him again but kept your warm pussy out of reach, instead choosing to wrap your hand around his aching length as you kissed him.
The sound that came out of Bucky’s mouth as you stroked him from base to tip, making sure to press your thumb into the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, was embarrassing. But he could not care less at the moment. Your breasts were pressed against his chest, your soft legs straddling his hips, and your intoxicating lips hardly left his.
“That feel good, baby?” Your husky voice made his cock throb in your hand.
“Yeah, gonna come,” Bucky answered.
“Yeah?” You taunted in a breathy voice.
“Yeah,” Bucky grunted against your lips.
You moaned along with him as if he was inside you and gave him two more firm strokes, but when his eyes fluttered closed, you stilled your hand at the base of his cock until his breathing settled. Then you started again. And again.
“Let me touch you,” Bucky groaned as you sped up your hand. He wanted to touch and squeeze every inch of you. The restraints dug into his arms he flexed against them.
“No.” You sat back and wrapped both hands around his cock.
The up and down twisting motions of both your hands on him were too much. He couldn’t even form the words to warn you that he was about to come. But you knew and stilled, except for your thumb, which rubbed achingly slow circles against the sensitive spot on the underside of his sensitive tip. Making sure he stayed on the razor-sharp edge without falling over.
“Holy shit,” Bucky mumbled; the veins in his neck popped as he tried to will his orgasm to continue.
“You close, Buck?” You murmured against his lips.
He could only respond with a high-pitched desperate noise as he tried to thrust against the pad of your thumb.
“I bet you are; I can feel your legs shaking.” You let him go and sat back again so you could see him. The pout on your face made a dribble of precum leak from his tip. “Poor baby, this looks like it hurts. Maybe my mouth will make it feel better.”
Bucky whimpered as your warm tongue lapped at his heavy balls and trailed gently up his cock. You made sure your tongue touched every inch of his cock. The gentle caress of it was both too much and not nearly enough. You looked so concentrated, so intent on giving him the most pleasure you could; Bucky could only describe it as worship. But he needed more. He needed you to wrap your lips around him and take him into your throat like he knew you could.
Finally, as if you could read his thoughts, you kissed his leaking tip, and your tongue slid seductively over it. Fuck, this was more than a kiss; you were making out with his sensitive head, moaning and using your tongue like a goddamn weapon.
“Holy shit, angel, that feels so good,” Bucky moaned, the back of his head hitting the headboard. He tensed, waiting for the moment your mouth slid further down his shaft, but it never came. You seemed content to tongue him without ever wrapping your lips around him like he needed.
He lifted his hips, trying to force himself past your swollen lips, but you moved away, focusing your tongue on the spot under his head that made his toes curl.
“Good god, please just suck it, angel, fuck it hurts!”
You smiled at him, and Bucky knew he wouldn’t get what he wanted anytime soon. You straddled his thick thigh and began grinding on it while you continued to run your tongue slowly over his cock.
He wished you would at least match the pace of your tongue to that of your frantic hips. Then a new strategy hit him.
“Angel, let me taste you; I’ll make you come, please.”
You let out a short, breathy laugh. “Oh, come on, Buck, you think I’ve forgotten about all the times you’ve come just from eating me out? No way.”
Bucky groaned; he was beyond frustrated. His cock was shiny with your saliva, yet he hadn’t even been in your mouth, and your warm wet pussy was so close yet so far. He could tell you were about to come, and he would give his right arm to be inside you when you did.
You teased his cock again, nearly slipping it past your lips but stopping short. Fuck being inside you; he would settle for your throat right now.
“Oh my god,” Bucky moaned and pulled on his restraints. “I’m so fucking horny, fuck, suck it, angel,” his voice was throaty and deep as he begged.
“What’s the matter, daddy? Thinking about fucking my face right now? Want me to be your good girl and take it all? Open my throat up real nice for you?”
Your voice shuddered as you came hard on his thigh. He flexed it up for you, drawing your orgasm out as much as he could and hoping you’d return the favor.
With a tired but satisfied sigh, you slid off his thigh and landed between his legs again. Bucky nearly yelled when your mouth wrapped around his balls. You sucked on them like you typically sucked his cock. Cheeks hollowed, moaning, and messy. You tongued at the tight seam down the middle of his balls, and Bucky’s thighs started to shake again.
“Please?” He whimpered.
You ignored him, sucking him like it was your life’s work.
“Please,” he said a little louder, “please suck my cock, I’m begging, fuck your mouth feels amazing, suck my cock, angel!”
You slowly pulled your mouth off of his blue balls and placed a soft kiss on his tip. “Okay, but you’re not gonna like it.”
Bucky lost track of time as you gave him the blowjob he had asked for, no teasing, no slowing down, at least not until he was about to come down your throat. Then you stopped everything and listened to him beg for mercy before you repeated the process over and over again. Eventually, you got bored of blowing him and started torturing him in new ways. You edged him with your ass, grinding on him while you fingered yourself, your hands, and even your feet when you got tired. Every part of you that he worshiped, worshiped him right back.
Now his twitching dick was buried between your breasts. And just like the video, no matter how much he begged, you got him to the edge and stopped. He was very close to crying. His legs were shaking, his body covered in sweat and precum. The sounds coming out of his mouth were hysterical; at one point, his gasping, whining moans made it sound like he was laughing. But nothing was remotely funny about how bad he needed to come.
He bit his lip, trying to hold back the brimming tears. You were so fucking into this, and it turned him on so much he was buzzing out of his skin. The angry tip of his cock peeked out between your breasts, and you tilted your head down to swipe your tongue across it.
“Jesus, fuck, please, please, please,” he said like a prayer. But it went unanswered as his balls tightened and your warmth disappeared. A frustrated tear ran down his cheek.
“Angel, please, please, I can’t take anymore.” His breaths came in gasps, and his voice shook.
Your hand was on his face in seconds. You made him focus on you as you shushed him and brushed his tears away.
Once he calmed down, you kissed the tip of his nose and then both eyes. “You good, baby? Color?”
You smiled wide at that. “I’m glad, baby, but as much fun as I’m having,” you leaned in closer like you were going to tell him a secret. “I really wanna come on your cock. I’ve never seen it so hard, and I need it inside me right fucking now.”
Bucky groaned, “yes fucking do it, please.”
“You’re gonna be my good boy, right?”
“I’ll–try.”
You smirked and straddled his lap again, lining up his cock and slowly sinking down on it. “If you come without my permission, I’ll ruin it.”
That got Bucky’s attention, even as his brain started to turn to mush at the feeling of your pussy gripping him. “Wait!”
But it was too late, your ass settled flush against his thighs, and you both groaned at the feeling of finally being united. You didn’t give yourself, or Bucky, time to adjust. Your hands landed on his heaving chest as you worked yourself frantically up and down his cock.
“Oh god! You gotta slow down!” Bucky’s hands clenched as he fought his restraints. The sound of his vibranium arm whirring with the effort to stay put made your pussy flutter around him.
“Can’t,” you breathed out, “feels too fucking good. I should keep you this hard all the time.”
Bucky whimpered; he fucking wished. He just had to hold off until you came, and then you’d let him have his too. He tried to focus on something other than how fucking good your tight pussy felt sliding up and down his dick. Or how beautiful you looked using him for your own pleasure. Or the fucking sounds coming out of your damned mouth. His hips were thrusting faster than they had the right to be.
“Oh god, right there, daddy,” you gasped as his swollen cock head rubbed against your g-spot. “Fuck my little pussy.”
These were things you usually moaned in his ear when he had his way with you—when he filled you up over and over until you couldn’t take anymore. And now he couldn’t do anything but take what you gave him. He felt the pressure in his cock grow, and his balls tightened painfully.
“I’m gonna cum, oh my god, I’m gonna cum.” Bucky’s body tensed; he swore he could feel his cum moving up to the base of his cock. He couldn’t stop it; he needed it too damn bad.
“You’re not,” you said matter-of-factly, reaching behind you to pull his balls down, effectively stopping his orgasm. “You don’t have permission.”
Bucky couldn’t form words anymore; he was beyond rational thought as he writhed underneath you.
“I’m gonna come for you, daddy, gonna come all over your fat cock.”
Jesus, you were cruel.
More tears streamed down his face as your orgasm hit you and your walls clenched rhythmically around him, trying their best to make him come too. He couldn’t breathe. His words came out between gasps of air. “Please! Let me come! Oh god, oh god!”
But you didn’t answer him; you kept your iron grip on his balls until your orgasm ended. Then you slowly sat up until his cock slipped from you, and he let out a pained whimper.
“Don’t worry, baby, mommy’s gonna take care of you. You did so well.”
Bucky didn’t know why but that made a choked sob exit his mouth. Despite everything, he swore he had never felt this good. You had spent hours showering him with attention, worshiping every part of his body, and now? Now you were gonna take care of him.
You gave him a soft smile before turning around and assuming his favorite position. He loved your ass more than he loved himself sometimes. He sucked in a deep breath as you once again slid his cock inside your tight heat.
“Knees up so you can fuck me properly.” You tapped on his thigh, and he immediately planted his feet on the bed.
You started moving, and he met your thrusts, slowly at first, he was already so close to the edge, and each bounce of your ass made him want to dive straight over.
“Faster, Buck,” you groaned.
He hesitated, his balls already tight in anticipation. “I can come?” He almost didn’t want to ask.
“If you fuck me harder. Give it to me!”
Bucky took that as a yes, and his head fell back as he pounded into you as hard as possible in this position. Your sounds of pleasure made his cock twitch inside you, and his balls got impossibly tighter. He swore they were gonna snap off if they tightened anymore.
“Please don’t stop; god, I’m so close,” Bucky huffed, moving like a machine with how hard and fast he was fucking you.
“Such a good boy, fucking mommy so well, baby.”
Your words broke him and healed him at the same time.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh fuck, fuck , I’m coming!” A spike of fear flitted through him at the thought that you’d pull away at the last second once again, but it quickly disappeared when the first shock of pleasure pulsed through him from head to toe. He had stopped moving, moaning in ecstasy, but you kept riding him through it, taking him for everything he had.
“Oh god, I can’t stop cumming,” he gasped, “feels so fucking good,” Bucky whined, finally breaking his bonds to hold you. His flesh arm wrapped around your chest, holding you close and squeezing your breast. The other wrapped around your hips and helped you move.
“Thank you,” he murmured over and over again with his face buried in your neck.
“I’m so full, daddy,” you groaned and kept grinding your hips until you came again.
Bucky gasped as the pleasure quickly turned to pain. He had never been so overstimulated. But keeping true to your word, you eased off him quickly. You turned around in his arms and planted kisses all over his face, careful to avoid touching him anywhere else.
“How about a warm bath, Buck?”
Bucky nodded, trying to talk but giving up when only mumbled nonsense came out. It made you laugh, though, which made him smile.
“Was that better than your video?” You asked as you laid him back onto his pillow.
Bucky managed a weak thumbs up as his head lolled to the side.
“Good.” You kissed his temple and left the bed.
Bucky wanted to reach out for you, but by the time he made his arm move, you were too far away. “Come back,” Bucky mumbled.
“I’m right here. Gonna clean you up. Bath later.”
Bucky hummed in pleasure as you gently cleaned his body with a warm towel. “Thank you,” he whispered as he rolled to the side so you could slide the towel he had used to protect your sheets out from under him.
It felt like you were gone forever as he fought his slipping eyelids. He didn’t want to fall asleep without you there. But just as he was about to lose the battle, you slid in bed behind him and laid your warm cheek against his back.
“Hi.”
Bucky smiled as he felt your breath against his skin. “Welcome home. I missed you.”
You responded by squeezing him tightly. “Sleep; I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Bucky fell asleep with a soft smile on his face, safe in the knowledge that nothing between you had changed and feeling more loved and cared for than he ever thought possible.
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Summary: Your new gym comes with a few perks. Heated swimming pool, sauna, and your very own personal trainer. Bucky Barnes. And he has the best way of making sure you work up a sweat.
Pairing: MMA!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: Smut, size kink, belly bulge, choking, praise kink and hint of breeding kink, beefy Bucky.
A/N: Beta’d by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming and @lfnr-blog-blog-blog.
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Good for one free personal training session.
The neatly handwritten words stare up at you.
A thin ribbon of blue ink smeared across the words from where he circled the word personal.
Putting the corners of the thin white card between your fingers, you spin it to the front. Brooklyn’s 107th Gym embossed in bold black lettering above a pair of red and blue boxing gloves.
Steve G. Rogers and J. Bucky Barnes inscribed in fine black lettering.
You trace your finger over the latter’s name.
Bucky Barnes.
He’s been starring in your dreams ever since you walked into his gym a few weeks ago. And after you discovered a few videos of his fights, demonstrating his sheer strength and agility, he’s the reason your favorite vibrator has been getting more of a workout than you have.
Turning the card back over, you blow a shaky breath through your lips.
Summary: After finally finding out reader’s whereabouts, Lloyd comes to make up for lost time, by any means necessary
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of past life, mentions of gun use, a smidge of violence, mentions of headshots, explicit language.
A/N: I’m back to this unhinged man! I enjoyed writing this after my long stint of not writing and I hope you all love it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥
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Flashback
You stare at the detailed brief, scanning over it twice… three times. The mission seemed like an easy feat, one that you felt needed no help on. But you were the newbie, a fresh face is what the director described.
Graduating at the top of your class, excelling is every single test, you were deemed overly qualified for the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Your skills were one to envy, with perfect scores on all targets, there was no better shooter than you. Even on your worst day, the best agent couldn’t even get close to you.
It took you a while to be seen by someone who actually respected your qualifications. But it was work unlike you had ever seen.
It didn’t matter the target that you were assigned. If it had a pulse, it wouldn’t be once Le silencieux came in and did what needed to be done.
News of your abilities circled around until An Agency decided to take you in. Promising you bigger targets with bigger pay. You would kill anyone. Almost.
Children were always off limits…
Something that the agency respected. Seeming as though they had other contractors that would do that side of the dirty work.
You didn’t need anybody to help you. Which was why as you look at the brief one more time, there was a point of contact. A supervisor that would be accompanying you on said mission.
Lloyd Hansen was a household name and when the agency needed effective work, he was the guy to call. That was up until you came along and he got wind of your talents.
If it wasn’t your job in Berlin that alerted him of your prowess, it was definitely your last job or taking out one of the top-paid tycoons on the West Coast of America.
Said to be the most untouchable mogul in the world, you decided to prove that theory otherwise. To the media, the cause of the death was natural causes.
But Lloyd knew better. He looked over the autopsy reports over and over. You left everything pristine and even he would roll his eyes at having to do extra work.
It didn’t take him much asking to be put to watch over you. With a record like yours, you didn’t need a babysitter.
He just wanted to have a front-row seat to just how good you were….
Present Day
Your fingers hit the numbers on the keypad quicker than you’ve ever moved, hearing the access notification. With no time to waste, you motion for Lloyd to enter, smelling the same scent that you knew so well.
As the door closes by your hand alone, silence fills the room. The tension was as loud as ever and you wanted nothing more than to quell the impending elephant in the room.
“Nice office ya got here munchkin,” Lloyd’s voice comes into play as she looks around the modern study.
Professional and well organized to the naked eye and you wanted to keep it that way.
Pleasantries weren’t something that you really had time for. The reason for your disappearance stood before you, that smug smirk on his face as he set his eyes on you.
It was maddening the way one look could annoy all the fibers in your being. He was the only one that could do that.
And nothing had changed from then to now.
Steel is held to your waist, not letting your finger slip from the trigger as you look over at Lloyd, the annoyance already rolling off you.
“You’re not here to talk interior decorating and I don’t have time to talk nice,” you say curtly, your feet planted in the same spot, “Now… What do you want?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Can never tell with you Lloyd. You’re not very good at context clues. Cut the shit.”
Lloyd stares into you, a soft smirk weighing on his lips as he pulls his gun from the holster, automatically making you draw yours.
“Easy there sharp shooter… I come in peace for the moment,” a grin spreading across his face as she sits on the edge of your desk.
You don’t trust him and he knows that by the way your gun is still pointing at him between the eyes.
He sits there on the desk, watching you… studying you even, looking at the slight changes of your compared to years ago.
Still as beautiful as he remembered but more… scared.
Like you finally had something or someone to lose…
If it was one thing you knew: Lloyd Hansen Never puts his gun down. For once, you decided to trust him. Whatever he wanted needed to be said now. No telling when exactly Lili would wake up.
With reluctance, you place your guns in their holsters, making sure you had easy access in case he had any ideas.
“Why are you here?”
“Colibri…”
“Don’t,” you say sharply, your voice not faltering, “You don’t get to call me that…”
A frown sets on his lips, the tick in his jaw evident as he clenches his fist, “You left… without a word. Care to explain that?”
You smirk, deciding to play him at his own game, “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Cute… real cute cupcake,” the deep chuckle coming from his throat, his eyes boring into yours, “You know… I hate broken families,” He starts off, raising from his makeshift seat and walking over to you.
His height towered over you but it didn’t matter. You were the only woman to ever to bring Lloyd Hansen to his knees. A feat that even the most notorious assassin couldn’t even do.
You never budged as he stalked closer, his cologne just barely kissing the insides of your nostrils.
Still bold with a hint of sweetness, just like the scent you got for him, courtesy of your many stays in France.
Lloyd bends just a little to meet your eye level, shamelessly breathing you in as he lets out a low groan, “Still as delicious as I remember… I would hate to have to slowly get my answer from you ma douce and you know I can take my time very well. Start talking.”
If an answer was all he wanted, then that’s what you would give. You had no problem hurting his feelings when he had his hands on Lili. That was his first and only strike.
You let out a steady breath, keeping eye contact with him as you began to speak, “It’s not rocket science. I got pregnant and knew the second that it was real that my old life was done. There was no way that I was going to bring a baby into this mess. She didn’t deserve to have an unhinged father like you,”
Lloyd stayed quiet, waiting for your next words. He knew you were far from finished.
“And I was right… Here you come and kill her nanny, break into her room, and demand answers. Dad of the freaking year.”
“Only two of those are right ma douce..”
He answers while holding up two fingers, his voice void of emotion. The desk becomes his seat again as she swings his leg over the front, staring at you once more.
“I would never kill our daughter’s nanny. She does need looking over after all. Since you think you know what kind of father I am, you would have known that.”
Your eyes begin to soften a bit, bringing fixing them back to how they were, “Never thought I’d see the day that you would have a moral compass. I’m touched,” you say flatly.
“I still don’t Colibri but, I’ll make an exception this time.”
A slow clap fills the room as you begin to mock him, “I should be honored huh? At least you care a little. I’ll give you that much. She’s still my daughter. The only thing you did was deposit a weak sample.”
“My ‘samples’ were what you used to crave at one point in time. You can play coy all you want but we both know the truth ma douce…”
No matter how wrong you wanted him to be, Lloyd was once all you cared about. All you yearned for. You knew deep down he could never love.
You blink away for a second, setting your sights back on him, “You’re right, there was a strong one out of the bunch. Ya did some good in that retrospect.”
“What can I say ma douce, I never disappoint…”
“And yet you’re still here… I told you what you wanted to know. You got what you wanted,” you knew this wasn’t going to be easy.
Lloyd was never easy…
He gives you a knowing look, the tick in his jaw back again as he grew more annoyed.
You needed him out of your house and far away from Liana… She didn’t need him and neither did you.
Without a second thought, you walk around him and sit in your rightful seat, blowing out a slow breath.
“I know you, Lloyd. The minute she would have been of age. You would have taken her and made her into your image. I’ve seen it before…”
There was no proof that Lloyd would have taken Lili down the same road as your father did. But, you weren’t going to take any chances.
You were made into a weapon far before you were even a teenager. Target practice, day in and day out, combat practice when you turned eight.
To say you had a sliver of a childhood would have been a lie. You never even wanted children for that sole purpose alone.
But your surprise child softened you the minute you heard her heart beating.
Loud snapping took you from your thoughts, Lloyd’s face almost touching yours.
“Whatever daddy issues you may have has nothing to do with me. You took time away from me and I’m ready to collect on it.”
“You won’t go near her again”
“Watch me.”
“We both know how this will end, Lloyd. Do you really want to do this?”
Lloyd leans up from you, standing up from the desk, his lips pulled in a thin line, “I’ll give you two options sweets. The easy way or the hard way.”
A chuckle erupts from your lips, stopping just as fast as it started.
“You know I love the hard way Lloyd and if that means putting a bullet through your fucking head, then I will.”
A soft knock interrupts you both as you stand up, only for your face to meet the desk hard as Lloyd crossed over to slam you down.
The soft knocking continues as you begin to struggle, feel the tight grip Lloyd has on your arm.
“Mommy?” a soft muffled voice comes from behind the door, causing your fight reaction to rise. But your strength is no match for the pressure Lloyd has on you.
Cold steel meets your temple, Lloyd’s breath, coasting over your ear, “As I said before… I hate broken families. But I’ll splatter your brains on this desk and make our daughter half an orphan,” you struggle against his hold as he slams you down again, the knocking continuing to ensue.
“Just a minute baby! Mommy’s coming,” your voice shakes, hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes.
The knocking stops, knowing that she’s waiting, you lift your head up a bit to listen to the man keeping you from your baby.
You relax a little eliciting a content sight from Lloyd, “That’s good… compliance is all I asked for. Now, you take your ass to that door so I can meet my daughter. You’ve wasted enough of my time so make it quick,” he spat, releasing you from his hold as you stood up and walk to the door.
As you turn the knob, the fear that you had the day Liana was born came back to you. All the running that you did still wasn’t enough. It was now or never and weren’t going to leave Lili in the hands of just Lloyd.
The door opens and her large stuffed rabbit meets your eyesight before she does. Her eyes are still low, sleep still apparent in her.
“You okay sweetie?” bending down to check the warmth of her forehead, “Still not feeling good?”
Lili shakes her head, hugging her rabbit as she looks behind you, “Mommy? Who’s that?”
The question that you never wanted to answer. But it was staring you right in the face and the last thing that you wanted to do was to lie to her.
The words were lost on your tongue as you know that this choice could make or break the only person in the world that truly loved you.
Your creation wanted answers and you wouldn’t make her wait and let her lose more sleep.
But it wasn’t you that answered the question. You didn’t even know that Lloyd was behind you until you heard a tone that was only ever meant for you.
Softness…
“Hi there Princess Liana… I think it’s time we formally met…”
Summary: After a precious bundle changes reader’s life, she does everything in her power to leave the life she left behind. That is until her luck runs out and everything she once knew comes back all in one person.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of past life, mentions of gun use.
A/N: I told you all there would be more Lloyd coming from me! Now in series form and I pray that I can stick to it! I hope that you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥
Divider by @firefly-graphics
I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P
Another late day. Another day filled with meetings that half of which could have been an email. The mundane droning of quarterly outputs and fake promises from co-workers to do better was starting to get boring.
The meeting room filled with a mixture of eagerness and boredom lasted for another 30 minutes, feeling your phone buzz as you already knew what that meant.
You missed pick-up time again…
Luckily, you had help in that department. The deal was always that if you were going to be late coming home Lula would be in charge of pickup.
She would always make sure to text you that she successfully picked up the tiny person that drove you to sit in these boring meetings in the first place.
Liana, your precious baby girl changed your life in so many ways that you would forever be in her debt. Like her birth, the knowledge of her was a surprise to you.
The minute you heard the strong heartbeat on that monitor, you knew the life that you once had was over. She was the priority and you did everything in your power to change your life for the better.
Your previous life was no place for her to grow up. The fear that her father would take her under his wing was something that you feared.
And you feared nothing…
Not until you held all 8 pounds and 9 ounces of pure perfection in your arms. The second those two-toned eyes met yours, there was no turning back to what you used to be. The only fear that you had was one day she would learn who her father really was.
You were a mother and a mother only. Liana Skye was your whole entire world and you dared anyone to come within a foot of her.
She softened you in ways that you didn’t know you could be. Gave you the will to be patient, and compassionate, and whenever she laid eyes on you and that toothy grin came into sight, you were a goner.
Never did you want someone’s approval so bad until her. No one else mattered in the world and you did everything to make sure she was well taken care of.
Vetting the best nannies around, making sure she went to the best school that the city could offer — you were that mom. There wasn’t anything that she couldn’t ask for that you wouldn’t get for her.
Except…
You knew that the day would come when she would ask why she didn’t have a father like the rest of her classmates. To your reply, he was away… always away. Deep down you knew that was a lie.
But there was no way that you were going to crush your 4-year-old’s heart and tell her that she would never see him. You made sure of that.
You left your previous life behind, making sure that there was no lingering trace of you ever existing. It was like your old self never existed and you liked it that way.
Liana could never know who you were before you became her mommy. Her hero. Who you wanted her to know was the woman that you created. A character that you wrote all on your own.
This facade that you played so well was working for you and although you didn’t need to work, you had to keep up the appearances. No one in that city knew just how well off you were.
Thanks to your previous life, you racked in enough money to take care of you, Liana, and the generation after her. It definitely came with a great cost and there was no way that your precious baby would ever know what you had to do to make sure she would be set for life.
The sound of the laptop shutting signaled that the last meeting of the day was over and you were more than ready to drive home, take a hot shower, and snuggle with your whole entire world.
She was the spitting image of you, always amazed you at how you created such a beautiful little girl. Yet as you look into her eyes, you see you and her father combined and it sent a pang in your chest like no other.
You didn’t want to stay in the building any longer than you had to, gathering up your folders and depositing them on your desk as you grabbed your purse and keys to head out of the 128-floor building.
The sun had already begun to set, shades of oranges and purples filled the sky as you walked out of the building in the search for your car that always sat in the same spot every day.
The walk to the garage felt like hours but in reality, were minutes, you couldn’t wait to kiss those chubby cheeks that rose whenever she saw you.
Luck was on your side as you drove down the busy road, noticing the light traffic at that time of day. The universe knew that you needed to see your baby, making sure every traffic light that you met was green as the garden in your backyard.
You make a quick stop at the gas station, half a mile from home to fill up the almost empty tank, shooting Lula a text that you would be home in as little as 3 minutes.
Usually, you would get a fast text back but, not this time. It wasn’t of importance and you were sure that she was probably busy with Liana to answer right away. It didn’t matter to you in the slightest because she was the best at what she did.
You pumped and paid, getting back in the car, eyes focused on the straight road before turning the corner to get to your house. It was a community, one that you felt safe in.
Liana had friends that she had play dates with and you would be the best hostess to a group of kids almost every other weekend. Your little girl was quite the social butterfly, reminding yourself of you when you were her age.
But life had a funny way of changing a child no matter what age they were. Call it puberty or trauma. Each played a significant role in the path you chose before becoming a mother.
The lights outside were lit, smiling as you saw the inside of your house lit up like Christmas. Lula’s car was parked right beside your designated spot as usual.
Nothing was out of place… No reason to be alarmed at all. You take your belongings out of the car, taking two steps at a time to get to your front door. With ease you unlock the door, only when you emerged inside were you met with silence.
Your eyes scan the front room, not a piece of furniture was out of place. Could you have missed something in the communication with Lula? Checking the unread messages on your phone, you see the messages that you missed.
One stating that Liana hadn’t been feeling well and would be more than likely sleep when you got home. That alone caused a slow panic to arise. How didn’t you pay attention to that?
Quickly you toe off your heels, stepping more into the house as you begin to call out for Lula.
You begin to check the living room first, feet padding the wooden floor, “Lu?” Silence.
Turning towards the kitchen, there was something that was off. The smell of chicken noodle soup permeated the air and for the first time in a couple hours, you were famished.
Your stomach grumbled at the aromatic smell, knowing that Lula cooked everything just right. Making it further into the kitchen, relief washed over you as you see Lula sitting in the chair with her back facing.
Blowing out a breath you being to walk towards, “There you are. Is Lili okay?” the question lingering as you get closer. Usually, Lula would have turned around to see you by now but… nothing.
“Lu… You okay?”
It was apparent that as you got closer that something wasn’t right at all. Your eyes dart to every secret compartment, taking another step towards Lula.
Placing a hand on her shoulder, you call out to her again, “Lu?” concern lacing your tongue the minute you became face to face with her.
You shake her unconscious frame one.. Twice, before she slumps over. Panic courses through your nerves and that is when you knew something was entirely wrong.
Without hesitation, you grab at the kitchen drawer, pulling out a custom-made 9mm, not even stopping to see if Lula was breathing.
All you knew was that Liana could be in trouble and god help the person dumb enough to come in here.
Taking two steps at a time again, you wasted no time getting to her decorated door, one that she was proud to decorate herself. Except it was slightly cracked and her night light shone through.
Pushing open the door, you’re met with an image that would have warmed you in normal circumstances. In a perfect life, this was what you wanted.
But your life was less than perfect.
The arms wrapped around your daughter shouldn’t even be near her. He shouldn’t even be here. For the first time in — ever, fear as cold as ice ran through your veins.
“Hi cupcake,” his whispered tone reached over to you, your eyes looking over at Liana as she didn’t stir one bit.
The hand holding your weapon trembled, anger and fear lacing your nerves, “Whatever you want… let’s deal with it,” your breath rising and becoming deeper, keeping your eyes on him, “But not in front of her… not in front my baby”
“You mean our baby sweetie,” he smirks at your sharp intake of breath, chuckling softly as he keeps his voice low, “Didn’t think I would find out? It took me a while and well… You’re good.”
If it was one person you could never hide from… It was Lloyd Hansen. He knew your next move before you did. You knew his next move before he did.
But this… This move you didn’t think he would make so soon.
“Lloyd… Let her go… now”
“Not a chance sweet cheeks. You thought you could keep her from me?”
“Just let her go!” you spat between clenched teeth, almost raising your weapon. Lloyd had your world in his hands and you had no idea what he was going to do next.
Call it luck again or the universe. Lloyd looked down at a sleeping Liana, anger and conflict racing through his own veins. Those ocean green eyes looked at you, a frown on his face as he slowly laid Liana back down, making sure to cover her back up.
Just as carefully as he tucked her in, he carefully rose from her bed, making it over to you, “Lead the way cupcake, we have a lot to discuss…”
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader (Trailer Park AU)
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, trailer park neighbours-to-lovers, AGE GAP, bartender!Ari, dilf!Ari, Ari Levinson x OCs, reader x other Cs (mentioned), innocent!reader, cigarettes, alcohol, beefy 6’8” Ari, soft!/dom!Ari, flirting, nicknames, size difference, manhandling, possessive behaviour, accidental voyeurism, SMUT - minors DNI, daddy kink, size kink, innocence/ruined kink, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, p*ssy slapping, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, spitting, dacryphilia, breeding kink, squirting, cumplay, creampie(s), specific warnings in each part
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?
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𝗔/𝗡 | he’s here, dirty trailer daddy is here !! from this post. thank you everyone for sending asks, you’ve all helped me write this fic !! bc this is me, there will be cameos from other cevans/sebstan characters. A mixture of decades: 80s, 90s, 00s, when does it really take place? Feel free to choose !! Inspired by Lana Del Rey songs (complete list here). No gifs/photos belong to me, found the pics on Pinterest, all credits go to the original creators. And I present, another dirty daddy for the books. All mistakes are my own. [smut=*] ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
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This is for my darling Nonnie and anyone else who has struggled with Anxiety and Depression (myself included). I wrote this based on my personal experience, and is in no way an attempt to tell you how to handle your own battle with your demons. If you need someone to talk to, or you just need to scream into the void and actually be heard, my inbox and messages are always open. Take care of yourself, bestie. You are so loved, you are so treasured, and I'm so incredibly proud of you for making it this far. Much love, Birdie 💙
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: struggling with anxiety, self-deprecating thoughts, language
A/n: as always, thank you to the love of my life Hera for beta reading and being such a good friend. Couldn’t do this without you babes @doll1917
“Captain Rogers, I need to speak with you.”
You could see his shoulders tighten as he walked away from the group. “Not now, Recruit.”
Rage flooded your system as you stared after him, but you couldn’t follow him until the debrief was dismissed. Some Admiral from God-knows-where continued on with the mission details – a mission you had been benched from – as if nothing was wrong. But everything was wrong. An hour and a half later, your squadron was released. The men and women who were just given their first mission hustled to their stations and the small handful of you who were not chosen meandered off to other parts of the base.
All except you.
Your combat boots thundered down the tiled hallway towards Captain Roger’s office. You weren’t really supposed to just show up at his door, but the Avengers team had taken a shine to you early on so you had become friends with most of your superiors. What’s a tiny bit of rule-breaking between friends? You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t think to knock on his door, instead just bursting in the room as if it were common space.
Steve glared up at you from across his desk and that was when you noticed there was someone else in the room. The man didn’t turn around to face you, but you knew it was Tony Stark.
“Get. Out,” Steve growled through his teeth. “Wait outside.”
Tears pricked your eyes as you dashed out of the room, slamming the door behind you. Your captain stood and pulled the blinds closed so you couldn’t see into his office. That felt more like a slap in the face than anything. You stood at ease, feet shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind your back, your eyes downcast until finally the door clicked open. Tony’s cologne reached your nose first and you refused to look up to see the smug look on the bastard’s face. You knew he had been friends with Steve once, and he wasn’t an all-bad guy, but you didn’t get along well and you had a sneaking suspicion he was the reason you were grounded today.
“Recruit, get your ass in here,” barked Steve. You marched quickly inside and closed the door behind you. “Sit down.”
He wiped his hands over his face and leaned back in his leather chair as you perched carefully on the edge of your seat.
“At ease. It’s just us now, so you don’t have to do all that shit.” He waved his hand at you and you sunk back into the comfortable cushions. “Talk to me.”
“What the fuck, Steven? You benched me. On my first mission. You and I both know that I finished at the top of my class, I jumped through all the hoops, I’m more than qualified for the Avengers task force. So why am I not moving on like the rest of my squad?”
“Stark doesn’t think you’re ready. He wants you training another six months before becoming active.”
You gaped at him astonished. “What, why?!”
“Politics.”
You leaned forward and rested your forearms on your knees. “That’s a bullshit answer and I’m not going to accept it. What politics could I possibly be involved in already?”
“Not you, but we’ve got a couple of senator's sons in your class, and there are other influential people who want their kids active so they can brag at their dinner parties and flaunt it at their campaign speeches. You know how it goes.”
“No I don’t!” you yelled, throwing your hands in the air. “That’s not fair, and you’re the captain! You make the final decision!”
“Don’t raise your voice at me like that!” Steve stood up so he was looming over you. “You might not like my decision, but I’m still your Captain when it comes to work and you’re going to have to get over it! It’s not about you this time! I’ll get you active, sooner than later, but you’ve got to trust me and hold your temper, do you understand me? Play their goddamn game, Recruit, and do it better than they do because you can. You’re the best damn agent we’ve got coming up right now and everyone knows it. Play. The fucking. Game.”
You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off. “You’re done. Go blow some steam off at the gym or something. Dismissed.”
The clenched muscles in your jaw were so tight you could have shattered your teeth as you stormed out of his office. You may not have said anything with your mouth, but you slamming the door hard enough to rattle the glass in the neighboring office’s windows said a hell of a lot. Despite your current low ranking, people dodged out of your path as if you were Captain Rogers himself. Good. You didn’t have the patience to be polite.
In a short while you found yourself in the gym like Steve had suggested. The punching bag swung slightly as you ran through your boxing combinations. The thoughts swirling around your head felt like a thousand bumble bees trapped in a jar, all angry and buzzing and bumping into each other. As the anxiety in your chest grew with each passing thought, your punches landed harder and faster.
What happens if Tony tanks my career before I even start? What would I do then? If I can’t work here, chances are there isn’t another American government agency that would take me. So what then, go international? I could. But then what about my apartment? I’m just barely making ends meet now, if I lose my job for even a week I won’t be able to pay rent, and if I can’t pay rent then I can’t stay in this city, and if I can’t stay in the city then I’ll lose all the friends I have. But if that happens how am I ever supposed to meet someone to settle down with? Or have kids with? Or hell, even a pet! I can’t let my whole life go tits up this soon, it’s just started! Even if he DOESN’T ruin the rest of my career, how will I meet someone and pay the bills and have children and a few pets if I can’t even afford to go out to get coffee with the team? No one’s gonna want a washed-up hellraiser just hanging around. Hell, they probably don’t want me around as it is.
The bag swung more and more, the thuds and thwacks of your taped fists and feet connecting with the bag echoed through the empty gym. Well, as far as you were aware, it was empty. You hadn’t seen the dark-haired man come in a few minutes ago and set his bag on the bench. You especially hadn’t noticed him walk over to stand a few feet behind you, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, studying you like it was the first time he had seen you.
Wait…do they actually want me around or did I force myself on them? Are the Avengers my friends? Or are they just using me as a joke or entertainment? I can’t believe I ever thought I’d be good enough to be one of them. Who can measure up to super soldiers and gods?
“Fuck!” You shouted, landing one last harsh jab before hugging the bag and dropping your sweaty forehead against the cool plasticky leather. Sobs wracked your body as the emotions from the day finally crashed over you and mixed with your anxious thoughts.
“Hey, hey, easy sugar. What’s going on?” Bucky came up behind you with a water bottle and a clean towel to wipe your face.
His quiet, rough voice startled you and you jumped. You turned with fists raised, ready to knock his lights out, but when your tear-filled eyes landed on who it was, your hands dropped back to your sides defeated.
Before you could filter through your thoughts for a “normal” response, you sniffled and murmured, “I’m a spare, Buck. My life feels like a waste at the moment.” Your quiet admission broke his heart.
He hooked his finger under your chin and raised your face to look at him. He smiled, but his eyes were sad. With careful movements, he wiped the sweat and tears from your face and brushed your stray strands of hair back. “Drink this,” he mumbled as he pushed the fresh bottle of water into your hands. “Tony pulled you from your first mission, Steve told me. I came down here to check on you.”
You nodded. The cool water was refreshing so you just kept sipping on it instead of trying to come up with an answer.
“Yeah, that’s probably my fault. Will you…would you come hang out with me for a while? I think I can explain why he did that, and it has nothing to do with your or your classmates.”
“Sure, but can it just be you and me? I don’t want to see anyone else right now, I’m too much of a mess.”
He grinned at you again and nodded, then took your hand to lead you from the gym. A few hallways and an elevator ride later, you were walking into his room. Bucky pulled a sweatshirt and pair of basketball shorts out of his dresser and passed them to you. “You’re welcome to change in the bathroom over there if you’d like to get comfy.”
Instead of going to the bathroom, you slipped your shirt over your head and dropped it to the floor. He had seen you a thousand times in just your sports bra and you didn’t think it would impress him much, so you didn’t worry about it. His scent enveloped you as you shimmied into his big hoodie and calmed your nerves and racing thoughts that hadn’t stopped yet. When your head popped out of the hole at the top, the first thing you saw was the pretty rosy blush covering his cheeks. Even though you didn’t think much of changing tops in front of him a moment ago, you suddenly hoped that he had. So, instead of leaving to change your pants, you simply pushed your tac pants to the ground and let the hem of his sweatshirt barely cover you as you stepped into the basketball shorts he had offered.
The two of you made your way over to his bed, the only available piece of furniture to sit on. As you turned to face each other, your knees bumped and Bucky rested his hand on yours to keep you from moving away. Goosebumps raced across your legs and covered your arms as his thumb traced circles on your exposed knee.
After a few moments of staring at each other, he cleared his throat and got into his explanation. “So, you’ve been hanging out with the team for a while. And I know I haven’t always been around, mostly because I get uncomfortable with so many people around. But when we do hang out, I have a really great time. You’re an incredible person, honestly you’re one of the few people who don’t treat me like I’m made of glass or a monster. On top of that, you’re the best recruit we’ve ever trained. I mean that, I’m not just blowing smoke up your ass. You’re a hell of a fighter and almost an even match for Natasha which is saying a lot. I could compliment you all day and not run out of things to say, but I really need you to know you aren’t a spare. The reason Stark pulled you…” he hesitated, the blush in his cheeks glowing a bright red now. He wiped his free hand over his face and tried again. “He pulled you because he hates me.”
Your brows pinched together in confusion. “What does that have to do with it?”
Bucky huffed out a laugh and averted his eyes. “He pulled you because he hates me, and I like you a lot, so he hurt you in an effort to hurt me.
“You like me? Like, you like me or you like like me?”
He smirked at you which finally coaxed out a small smile of your own. “Like, will you go out with me tonight? On a date? I really like like you.”
“I’d love to,” you giggled, your face lighting up for the first time today.
“Then it’s a date.” He moved to lean against his headboard with his legs stretched out in a V and patted the duvet in front of him. “Come sit, baby. I wanna hear about what’s going on if you’ll share?”
You obliged and crawled across the bed. His hands guided your hips down and then pulled your back against his chest, finally settling around your waist to hold you close. You rested your own arms on top of his and your head on his shoulder.
“I dunno, I guess I just felt like…my world was ending before it had really even begun. If Tony Stank tanks my career now, then I won’t ever achieve the goals I set for myself. I won’t be able to afford my apartment if I get fired, so I’ll have to move out of town and lose all the friendships I’ve made. I want to be an Avenger eventually, have a career here…I want to get married, have friends and family around me, you know. But if I have to leave here, then I’ve just wasted years of my life training for this and if I have to move away from here and start at ground zero, I think it might kill me. I felt like a spare here, just some new kid trying to fit in with a group of people who don’t really want me around but are too nice to tell me to fuck off.”
“Mmm. I understand that feeling, like your world is ending before it even begins. I don’t know if you want my advice or not, but I’ll tell you what helped me. When I was finally free, when I became my own person again, the world was so overwhelming. There were so many choices, so many ways everything could go wrong. But if I just took life one day at a time and dealt with that day’s worry, the anxiety and soul-crushing weight of life didn’t sit on my chest as heavy all the time. Of course have hopes and dreams. Make plans and goals and lists and all the other things. But don’t borrow worry from tomorrow, cause there’s plenty to worry about today, plus you won’t actually take any of the worry from the future. It’ll still be there with all the good and the bad and the worrisome. I promise, your world won’t end because of one day or one disappointment. In fact, taking on all that extra anxiety causes you to miss some of the most beautiful moments. I know anxiety isn’t a switch you can turn on and off, I’m not asking you to just ignore it or pull yourself up by your bootstraps, but it helped me to remember that there are good things even on bad days.”
You looked up at him with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen and it nearly knocked the breath from his lungs. “Look at what you have now. Did you get the mission today? No. But you officially got me today, and I have no plans to leave you any time soon. I dunno, it’s not easy fighting our demons, but I’ll always be here to hold you when you need me.”
You sighed in relief. “And you’ve got me. Thank you for talking with me.”
He winked at you and kissed your forehead. “Any time, sugar. Oh! I have a surprise for you.”
You shifted in his lap so your legs were draped over one of his legs and you could look at his face. You played with the hair at the base of his neck and cocked your head to the side, feeling playful now that your fears had been aired out a bit. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“You’re going on a mission with me in three days. Super high level top secret clearance stuff. Dust off your cap and gown, you’re graduating straight from recruit to Avenger.”
You gasped and squealed, throwing your arms around him and planting a clumsy kiss on the corner of his mouth. “You’re serious?! Three days?! Ohmigod thank you! How did you do that!”
Bucky just laughed and grabbed the nape of your neck to pull you back down for another, more intentional kiss. When you broke apart, breathless, he nipped at the tip of your nose and sat back against the headboard.
“That was the plan all along, baby. Everyone knew Stark was going to try something hinky, so Steve set this up weeks ago. We just weren’t sure exactly what he was going to do. Instead of an outright conflict, it’s better to just let old bristlebritches think he’s won and activate you behind his back. If you’re ok with it, our Captain is promoting you straight from recruit to Avenger so you’re going to skip the task force. I mean it’s dangerous and an easy jo–”
“Shut the fuck up, Barnes. Yes, I’ll join you, it’s literally the only thing I’ve wanted for years. Now kiss me and tell me about all those compliments you could give me all day.”
He chuckled against your lips as he pulled you back down onto him. His fingers tangled in your hair as you drug your nails across his back and his tongue fought with yours for dominance. You’d have to remember to thank Tony for being such a pain in the ass because without him, who knows how long you would have waited for a date like this.
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summary: Chris returns homes after the Lightyear premiere and ruins you aka fucks you within an inch of your life.
warnings: filthy, nasty smut. fingering multiple holes. dirty talk. squirting. light anal play. bicep choking. rough sex. slight fisting threat. Chris Evans looking like this ☝️
word count: 2193
author’s note: there is no reason for this other than to spread filth. hope you enjoy the wickedness! 💙 thanks to @ghotifishreads for the button poppin’ thot!
☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾
“You know it was bold of you to send me those texts while I was on the carpet.” Chris says as he steps into the kitchen with a somber stare. The dim light from the elegant light that hangs over the island casts a golden hue over the room and makes him look like a villainous god.
You lean against the kitchen island and inwardly cringe at your actions. Normally you don’t use social media but you just had to see him dressed to the nines and in his element.
Your eyes bugged when you saw what he looked like on the red carpet. Everything about him made you lose your mind but the way his tricolor beard and arms looked tonight? There was no way you could keep those thoughts to yourself.
Ya girl has been taking a break from tumblr but fuck I’m wine drunk and I open this and I am ATTACKED BY THAT PHOTO AND THEN I GET ATTACKED BY THIS GOODNESS! Thank you amazing being for this absolute sinful deliciousnesssss!!
A/N: Happy freaking 2k to me! Let’s start it off right. This was self-indulgent and little ode to some mutuals in a way! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥
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What were you thinking? No, seriously, what were you thinking? This wasn’t supposed to be your life. Yet, here you were pacing around your room, trying on dress after dress — for a date! You were supposed to still be married to the love of your life.
But the love of your life — or so you thought he was, decided to end your marriage and be with someone who he stated was just better suited for him. Good riddance right? Except for the pain that coursed through your veins stung for months.
You decided life wasn’t even worth living for after the divorce was final. At least your ex was nice enough to leave the house to you. The walls that held your memories were now bare. Walking passed those picture frames hurt each time and it reminded you of something that was no more.
For months you didn’t even leave the house. Your friends urged you to get up and move on with your life. God knows he did and it made you sick knowing he’d never love you again — like you still loved him.
Friends would come by and check on you and it was nice that they still cared. You were a shell and they hated to see you like that. The grueling months went by and you had used up all of your vacation time at work.
Your boss was understanding and you didn’t want to take her kindness for granted. It was time to go out into the world again, even the sun was surprised to see you as much as it was shining that day.
Taking your normal commute to work was a dream — until it wasn’t. You found yourself on the side of the road with a smoking car no less. Cursing at yourself for not getting it checked sooner. Luckily, you still had Triple-A on hand, otherwise, you would have had to call one of your friends and you didn’t want to be more of a burden than you already were.
The tow truck took you to the auto shop that you were familiar with and you had to do a double-take at how much it changed. Had you been gone that long? Depression will definitely make the weeks feel like days and the months feel like weeks.
The place even smelled better on the inside and as you took in all the new changes, you hear the door open, and… the universe had to be playing a sick game on you.
The man that walked out the door, was as tall as the frame, with feathered brown locks that framed his face just right and a body that you wouldn’t mind being under. Your eyes dropped down to his hands and… goodness. They were huge.
Your mouth dropped open slightly and if you stared any longer, a puddle of drool would be pooling at your feet.
The blood rushing to your ears muffled the sound of your name being called once. But the deep baritone of this man’s voice when he said your name twice, pulled you from your trance.
You snapped your mouth shut, gulping down the spit that almost fell from your lips. Gathering up whatever composure that you had left, look up at the towering stature of the Greek God.
“Uh- um, yeah that’s me,” you say in a quiet tone.
The man extends his hand and you could have died when he smiled at you.
“It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Walker, the name’s Ari,” the sound of that name made you wince and before he could get another word in, you squeaked out your maiden name.
Ari looks back at the paper and then back at you, “Oh but, it says..”
“I’m… recently divorced, I should’ve updated everything by now,” the shame setting in as your shoulders slumped a bit.
But your shame quickly turned into confusion when you heard his chuckle.
“I thought that was you,” his amused voice matching his beaming smile. There was no way this man knew who you were. Not a chance in hell. But as you looked up at the name on the new logo. You repeated his name in your head.
The cogs in your brain began to turn, “Ari… Levinson… Ari… Holy crap! Stick?! Oh my… You.. Grew up.”
His laugh bounced off the walls before enveloping you in a hug and God did he feel warm. You melt into his embrace, letting the smell of his cologne consume you. It had been so long since you were hugged like this, you wanted to stay there forever.
But it was over as Ari slipped his arms from around you, getting a good look at you, “You haven’t changed. Just got rid of some dead weight,” he said giving you a look mixed with sympathy and awe.
His last statement stung, but he was right. Your friends and family knew John was nothing but dead weight holding you down.
You chuckled nervously, wrapping your arms around yourself, “You heard about that huh?”
“My old man couldn’t stop talking about how a piece of shit he was. You didn’t deserve that,” you wish you could say he was wrong, but he wasn’t. John would never checked your car, let alone take it to get tuned up yearly. Stating you were a big girl and didn’t need him to hold your hand.
Every time that you would walk in the auto shop, old man Isaac would shake his head, muttering that a lady shouldn’t have to worry about things like this. He was even more annoyed the day you caught a flat because John refused to check the air in your tires.
He serviced you like he always did but didn’t charge you a penny. Instead, he charged John the full amount and left a nice note explaining why.
Something about “Only worthless men don’t protect their wives”
News of his death did get to you but you were too numb to even react. You did of course send flowers and thanks. As Ari mentioned his dad, your lip trembled as you gazed up at him.
“I’m sorry about Isaac. He was the best,” you say as Ari gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes this time.
“Yeah… Yeah he was. But! Enough of the sad talk, let’s get you up and going okay?” his voice softer now as he took out his clipboard, “So the motor is shot but I can have that fixed in a day. Your tires are worn a bit but I can order new ones for you so you don’t have to.”
That sounded like a lot of money that quite frankly you didn’t have. You knew that your car would have to stay until you got the money together so you stopped Ari, “Those sound expensive Ari and it’s something that I can’t afford right now..”
Ari’s brows furrowed but still looking at you with a softened look, “Who says I wanted your money sugar?”
Oh no… was this about to be one of those kinds of payments? Granted he looks amazing but you weren’t about to sleep with him to get your car fixed.
Your eyes widened as you looked up at him, “I’m no-not going to sleep with you! What the hell Ari!”
“Woah! Woah! I never said that” amusement lacing his words, “The only payment from you that I’m willing to take is one date. Just one. Two if you like me after the first one,” there was no way he was serious. But as the silence set in, not once did he laugh or say “gotcha”
Your mouth opened once, closed, and opened again. Shock had set in, “You? Want to go on a date? With me?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life sweetheart. Whaddya say?” his voice was laced with hope. He hoped you would say yes because deep down, he didn’t think he stood a chance. Ari wished he got to you first after all those years and life was giving him a second chance.
You stood there in disbelief, surely he would see what a mess you were as soon as you let him in. Doubt began to set in. What if he didn’t like you? What if he canceled after realizing he could do better?
“That would never happen,” his voice cutting through your thoughts. You must have said them out loud because he answered quickly, “You’ve been my crush since high school sugarplum. It’s time to do what I should have done years ago.”
Ari’s eyes pierced through yours and you could feel the heat in his gaze. John didn’t even look at you the way Ari did and it literally stole your breath away. What could one date hurt? It would be good to catch up anyway right?
You agreed to have one date with Ari. He planned everything down to the date, time, and place. He wouldn’t take your offer of just meeting up. No, he wasn’t going to let you lift a finger.
So, here you were on a group facetime with your friends, Dina, Arielle, Stephanie, and Audrey. Your room was a mess and you still haven’t found anything to wear. Only thing that you successfully had done was your hair and makeup.
“I knew we shoulda went over there,” chimed Arielle, “Poor girl is in shambles.”
“Just pick the tightest dress you can find!” shouted Stephanie.
“The girl can barely breathe with just her underwear on! You want her to suffocate?” spoke Audrey.
“Well it would get her laid that’s for sure,” muttered Dina.
“DINA!!” everyone shouted
Dina cackled, covering her mouth in laughter, “You were all thinking it! Those cobwebs need to be knocked off. Lord knows the dumbass couldn’t do it.
Murmurs of agreeance filled the room as you set out 3 potential dresses, “Okay… What about these?”
Silence filled the room again as everyone gave the most disgusted looks. Dina was the first to speak, “What are you a nun? Burn em.”
Audrey chuckled, “Yeah even I want you to never let those dresses see the light of day”
All the girls busted out laughing as you sank to the floor, “None of you are any help! He’s going to be here in 30 minutes and I’m still not dressed.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing. Less to take off,” Stephanie shrugged, getting a glare from Arielle.
You let out a huff of frustration as the time came closer and closer. This wasn’t going to work out and you knew Ari was on his way because he sent you a message an hour ago.
There was nothing in your closet that was date material. John never took you on dates so there was never any need to actually buy anything remotely sexy.
That was until…
“What about that strappy dress that I got for your divorce gift?” asked Audrey, “I haven’t seen you even take it out of the bag.”
Everyone nodded and agreed and you were just mortified, “I can’t wear that! It’s…”
“It’s perfect! Go on, try it,” urged Dina.
It couldn’t hurt, right? There was no time to even debate because in exactly 10 minutes, Ari would be knocking on your door.
You pulled out the dress bag, slowly pulling the zipper down. The black silk pulled you in the moment you laid eyes on it. The danger in having the fabric on your skin scared and excited you at the same time.
A lump formed in your throat as you tried to swallow but there was no time for doubt. 5 minutes had already passed. You quickly slip the dress on, tying the straps in the right place and slipping on the matching heels. It felt like they lifted you almost a foot off the floor. But as you looked in the mirror, the woman looking back at you was unrecognizable.
But in a good way. She wasn’t the shell of the person that you used to be. She was… hot.
“What are you doing?! Let us see!” screamed Arielle. You quickly came into the focus of the camera as everyone looked stunned.
You looked and them as they looked back at you, “Well? Say something!”
“Oh John is an idiot!” shouted Arielle.
“You’ve been hiding those tits this whole time?!” blurted out Stephanie.
“Fuck the tits look at the ass!” added in Dina
“Mommy? Sorry.. Mommy?” Audrey says in awe.
Heat rushed to your cheeks as they all spoke at once, “So it’s good?” you ask nervously.
They all say yes in unison, your accomplished smile reaching your eyes.
All the commotion died down with the sound of a knock on your door, “Shit! He’s here. Okay, guys love you!”
“Wait a minute!” Yelled Dina, “What’s this guy’s name?”
With everything going on, you forgot to tell them that your date was Ari.. “Umm Ari? Levinson?”
“STICK?!” they all yelled at once
You gave them a smirk, “Not anymore,” you hear another knock, “Gotta go! See ya!” You end the call, grabbiing your purse and keys and make it to the door, twisting the knob before Ari can knock a third time.
When he laid eyes on you, it was his turn to drool, “You.. Jesus… damn,” he stands there tripping over his words.
You hung your head down, not used to a man being lost for words for you.
Ari quickly lifted your head up with his finger, “None of that sugarplum, you’re gonna be the prettiest woman in the room. Damn… I’m the luckiest man alive right now.”
You preen lightly at his compliments, taking his hand as he leads you out the house and down the stairs.
The entire night went perfectly from beginning to end. Neither you or Ari wanted it to end. That’s why right now at this moment, Ari can’t make himself leave your doorstep and you don’t want him to.
To say you haven’t felt like this in a long time would be the wrong statement. You’ve never felt this way before. Your body has been on fire the entire night and all you want is Ari put the flame out.
You both stand in front of each other, Ari being the first to make a move. He cups your face, bringing his lips down to yours, sucking your bottom lip between his.
He pulls you to him by the small of your back deepening the kiss as you moan softly into his parted lips. You two stand there consuming each other for what feels like hours before he pulls back.
You whine from the loss of him as he shakes his head, “We should stop sugarplum. I don’t want to but we should…”
Your eyes roll up to his, “But I don’t want to stop Ari.. This is been the best night in my life in a long time. Don’t go,” you say the last word in a needy whisper.
Ari presses his lips to your forehead, “I get a chance with you sugarplum and I don’t want to ruin it.”
You step up to him, running your fingers up the back of his neck, raking your nails softly against his scalp, making him lightly growl
“So, take your chance…”
He didn’t need you to tell him twice. “Keys,” you waste no time handing over your keys to him. With a quickness you hear the door unlock and open, “jump,” he commands. Your arms lace around his neck while his hands run down the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly off the floor and wrapping your legs around his waist.
Ari smashes his lips to yours bringing you both into the house, kicking the door closed and swiftly locking it. He never takes his lips off yours, curling his tongue around yours as you whimper into his mouth.
He places you on the cabinet leaning up against a wall with a mirror hanging over it, bunching up your dress and kneeling before you. A fresh gush of slick added more wetness to your already soaked panties watching this man on his knees and it was all for you.
“Ari- what..”
“Shh,” those blue slate eyes rolling up to meet yours, “Only thing I wanna hear is my name and the pretty sounds I’m gonna pull outta you,” you clamped your mouth shut, watching his eyes return back between your legs.
He spreads your thighs with his thick hands, sliding them up and ripping your panties from your skin. You let out a breathy moan, catching his attention. Ari lays his eyes on you again, lifting each leg and draping them over his shoulders one by one.
“Eyes on me sugarplum, let me see you,” he whispers before diving his head between your thighs nudging his nose against your aching core. You let out a surprised yelp the minute his tongue licked up your quivering folds. Stars clouded your eyes and he was just getting started.
You squirmed in his hold, inching away from his face. The sensations you were feeling were too much but with an audible growl from Ari, he yanks your hips back where they belonged. He laid one slap to your pulsing clit making you arch your back and cry out.
“Move again and I’ll make you pass out on my tongue,” oh that made you clench and whimper. Ari smirked at you, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh and licking the bite mark. You preened, growing impatient with his teasing.
Lacing your fingers through his locks, you push his head back between your legs, hearing a muffle attagirl before feeling his lips wrap around your clit suckling your bud in his mouth.
“Ohfuck- Ari!” you scream, grinding your wetness in his face, pulling his hair as he adds his tongue to the assault of your jumping clit. You pull him closer, resting your head against the hanging mirror falling into his web.
Ari’s tongue flicks faster against your clit, feeling his lips add pressure to his sucks until the only noises to be heard are your broken moans and his audible suck. Pressure fills your core, blooming with every single stroke of his thick muscle until you break.
You never thought any man would ever make you come the way Ari did. Your sobs fill the room as your lower half convulses on his tongue. Ari drinks you up like he’ll never drink again, groaning against your folds as he tastes all of you for the first time.
He wants to see you do it again and again like it’s his mission. Ari holds your legs open licking up every drop before diving back in and sucking you back in his mouth but sliding two fingers inside your silken walls. His fingers creep, up, up, up until he finds that spot making you tremble in his arms.
Ari lets out a satisfied sigh, curling fingers at the spot, stroking it at the same pace as his tongue. Your eyes roll back, mouth going slack as Ari begins to pull another orgasm from you.
His fingers scissors you open never leaving your spot, your creaminess forming a ring around the thick digits. Your body arches once more, the pressure building again but faster this time. Your breaths become quick and Ari goes faster making the white flash over your eyes as your orgasm hits you out of nowhere.
You let out a silent scream, gushing into Ari’s waiting mouth, your legs clamping around his head as he drinks every drop from you. If he has to die between your legs, that’s what Ari will do.
Your body falls limp, as your high comes down. Ari kisses both your thighs before standing back up, looking at your blissed-out face. He takes your face in his hands, placing soft kisses to your skin, “Come back to me sugarplum, I got you,” he whispers smiling at the small smile you give him, “There’s my girl,” he says proudly, placing a soft kiss to your lips.
He leaves your juices on your lips, swiping your tongue over your swollen lips you become intoxicated, grabbing the back of his neck and crashing your lips to his, sliding your tongue over his as your taste yourself. Ari moans into your mouth, loosening his belt and pushing his pants and briefs down in one motion.
Ari grabs his aching cock in one hand giving it a few strokes before lining the leaking head to your slit. You let out a surprised noise in his mouth as he slides in, letting the tip stretch you out. You pull away from his lips, looking down at the thick veiny member about to wreck you.
Your eyes look into his, he pushes further as your let out a choked moan, your walls sucking him right in.
Ari leans his forehead against yours, knowing that he could come right now from just how tight you are, “Sugarplum… fuck. Pussy’s so greedy for me. Let me give her what she wants. Ready?”
You give a nod, “Please,” you say desperately, “Need all of you, Ari…”
He lays one more kiss to your lips, “I’ll do whatever you tell me to sugarplum,” he surges forward filling you to the brim. You gasp against his lips, feeling fuller than you’ve ever been.
You grasp onto his back as he pulls all the way out leaving the tip in before snapping his hips over and over. Ari lifts you up, dropping you up and down on his cock as you cream all over his length. The squelching of your pussy can be heard the more he drops you down filling you over and over again.
Ari sets you down pinning your legs back as he looks deep into your eyes and thrusts into your creamy center, pulling the most inhumane sounds out of you. He angles his hips just right, hitting that spongy spot over and over.
Spurt after spurt of juices land on his pistoning cock as the cabinet knocks against the wall with every stroke he gives you. Your walls flutter and pull him in as he hits your spot over and over again.
Ari curses under his breath, wrapping his hand around your neck and squeezing lightly, “You here with me sugarplum?” you nod, unable to speak because he making you feel just that good.
He drops his hand down, circling your clit with his fingers until the dam breaks again, flooding his cock with your juices as you scream his name out.
“Ari! Fuck!” you call out, gripping onto his biceps as his fingers don’t stop rubbing your sensitive bud. Another orgasm crashes into the first and you let out a silent scream as your begin to milk him of every drop he’ll give you.
“Baby… baby, fuck!” he groans out, filling you with thick ropes of cum as you suck him in not letting go until he’s done.
Ari pulls you to flush to him as he keeps filling you up, kissing and suckling on your lips. You take his face in your hands, whispering to him, “Give me everything, there you go,” he whimpers against your lips painting your walls with the last drop.
You two stay wrapped up in each other until your highs come down. Ari is the first to speak, “You okay sugarplum?” he asks checking your face.
You give him a smile that let’s him know you’re more than okay, “Fantastic,” you look up at him innocently, “Stay? Please?”
Ari lets out a soft chuckle, “You’re stuck with me sugarplum…”
RIP! MY MIND BODY AND SOUL! THAT WAS! IM STUCK FOR WORDS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE DAMN!!!!!!!!! Is it hot in here? Or is it just me? Just me? COZ GODDAMN!!!!!!
What I love most about this apart from Ari and his confident sexy self is the Group FaceTime!
THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY ABSOLUTE FUCKING DAY WITH THIS GOODNESS! 😘💖
Future smut, angst, violence, soft dark shit. I know, I don’t do dark but I’m going to try to do soft!dark. There will be crossovers with characters from other fandoms, including Walter Marshall, etc.
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Once upon a time, humans and shifters lived together. It was the time of gods and demigods, of human sacrifice and intense myths.
Humans saw shifters as gods: they could change their bodies, had immense strength and healing abilities, and lived longer than the humans. Some of the earliest human art was of shifters, some in full or mid-form, doing different things.
However, as the centuries turned, humans became distrustful of shifters. Shifters became the villains of childhood fairy tales, people to be feared instead of celebrated. Once humans discovered that even shifters weren’t immune to being burned by fire, shifters saw members of their families burned at the stake. Many times this happened because shifters were helping humans.
Over the centuries, shifters formed clans, living on the fringes of human society. Some became the famous hill people, clans burrowing deep into the forests and mountains. Other clans chose to live right around the humans, hiding in plain sight.
Shifters mated with shifters primarily, only occasionally mating with humans to ensure the bloodlines had a fresh infusion of different blood. Ari was the product of this union, him and his brothers Steve, Ransom, Andy, Frank, and Colin. Their mother had been a human woman, an extra daughter abandoned when she refused to marry who had been chosen for her. Their father, Curtis, had taken her in from a frost that had been intended to kill her.
The years that his mother had lived were the best of Ari’s life. But she had passed away five years ago, leaving behind a grieving widower and six strapping sons.
Mama had wished her oldest son would find someone on her death bed but Ari had moved deep in the woods. It was just outside of the human city where Ransom and Colin were living; close enough to keep an eye on those boys but far enough that no one should bother him.
However, there was one cottage in the woods that had been unoccupied for fifty years. Papa had said that it had been the home of a fellow shifter who died after giving birth to a daughter by a human. The child had been whisked away and the cottage was falling apart.
So Ari was surprised when Walter called him from town. “Someone moved into the old mama werewolf’s cabin. Looks like a human.”
Ari growled into the phone. Humans never moved this deep into this forest, despite their constant need to expand. It was time to do some reconnaissance, figure who this intruder was.
However, as soon as he approached the cabin, Ari was assaulted by the scent of coconut, rum, and sweet almond. And the prettiest woman he had ever seen, shifter or human, stepped out of the cottage, dark hair pulled up into a bun, skin glistening in the early spring sun.
Summary: The one where Bucky doesn’t take your breakup well.
Warnings: Angst, Violence, Mentioned Infidelity, Smut, Kidnapping, Language, Possessive Bucky. 10k words. It’s a long one. Bucky tries to have his cake and eat it too. It’s a lot of terrible mobster activity and behavior, but with a happy ending.
“It’s just business, doll.” James sneered, barely looking up from his scotch. “It didn’t mean anything.”
Christ, you hated him.
You hated his prowess and the dark, bored look in his eye. You hated how detached he had become.
“You know what? Go. Have your fun.” You all but growled out, pointing a finger at him from across the table. “Go on and sleep with every broad this side of the Mississippi. But don’t expect me to be here waiting up for you.”
He stilled, looking at you with an ire you had never seen. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end.
“I never asked you to.” He spoke flatly, clearly knocking you off your center. “Go home. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
The nerve. To deride you after everything.
“Don’t bother.”
You turned, walking to the door with a huff. With one last glance you watched as his stormy eyes moved back down to his pictures, nursing his glass.
“I can’t do this anymore, James.”
Your voice dropped, your energy deflated, but you knew he was listening by the quip in his lip. You never called him James. Not once.
A brief scroll through tumblr to read some fluff-who are you kidding it's going to be all smut tonight.
Shower.
Fluff up your nest before sleeping.
Those were your plans.
Not bad considering you were done with Alphas. You had a string of bad dates recently and now you've sworn off Alphas for a least a year.
After the last one, Jeremy ugh even thinking his name makes you cringe, had tried to feel you up with his greasy palms in the back of McDonald's parking lot, you didn't even want to look at another Alpha.
Let alone date one.
A few more blocks and you'll be home. Your brows furrow tightly as thick, clouds roll across the darkening blue sky. You're turning the corner, a few feet away from your favorite deli when lightning strikes across the sky, illuminating the world around you for a brief second before thunder rumbles overhead.
You glance up, a cold droplet splatters across your forehead making you flinch. Another hits your nose and before your next breath, sheets of rain are falling around you. Shrieking you put your bag over your head, the makeshift umbrella crumbling under the water cascading down your back.
Glancing frantically around the street, you sprint to the deli, sliding under the orange awning, you slam right into a round warm belly, luscious scent, patchouli, and vanilla with a hint of cherry fills your lungs. Strong, large hands grasp your waist steady you, and you tilt your head and stare into the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen.
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"Steve I'm not going," Bucky declares firmly, balancing his phone between his ear and shoulder, he fastens the buttons on his coat. "I can't sit through another blind date, I don't care who nice you claim she is." Bucky slips the last one in place. "I don't have time right now-I oof," he exclaims, his phone falling to the ground with a sharp clatter.
Bucky doesn't notice.
All he can see is your pretty face staring up him, your scent sweet and addicting, curls around him, pulling his face down to yours, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief second as he inhales you.
Hearing your faint chirp under the pattern of rain, his eyes snap open and a deep blush sweeps up his cheeks. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me," he stammers out.
Heat floods your face, his slightly dazed expression has your heart racing wildly in your chest. No one has ever looked at you the way this Alpha is, fighting the urge to preen, you swallow thickly. "It's okay."
He smiles in return, nose scrunching, punk tinged cheeks jutting out and your racing heart plummets to the depths of your stomach. A little voice in your head, whispers he's the one your waiting for.
And Bucky. He's thinking the same thing.
You tell him your name, he repeats it slowly as if hes savoring it on his tongue.
"I'm James but friends call me Bucky," he says, his hands sliding from around your waist, you immediately miss his warmth.
Another more carnal voice pipes up, wondering how those hands would feel on your bare skin and you shiver.
Bucky raises his brow, instinctively unbuttoning his charcoal grey coat, he shrugs it off and places it around your shoulders. It's warm and heavy and smells like him. You might not give it back.
Who knew that would be the first article of clothing you would end up stealing borrowing for your nest.
Bucky shifts his large body, shielding you from the rain when the wind picks up. The two of you spend the next hour talking about bad dates-a McDonald's parking lot? How was I supposed to know that's what he considered fine dining it's not funny. It's a little funny-to planning your first date.
And the second date because Bucky is nothing if not optimistic. And he was sure you're going to be the best thing in his life.
By the time the rain let up, you had his number and Steve who had been listening to the entire conversation was placing a bet with Sam on how long until you moved in.
Summary: Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl
Pairing: Mafia Bucky x reader
A/N Written on my phone, no beta, all mistakes will be fixed tonight
Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, mentions of violence.
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Water drips down the side of the brick wall, the fluorescent ceiling lights harshly shine down on the silent men. Low dull thuds, fists hitting flesh echo in the small, dark room, followed by muffled pained grunts.
A sharp knock at the door stops Bucky mid punch, "What?"
One of his men opens the door, holding a small cell phone, "Its your girl, Mr. Barnes"
Bucky wipes the blood off his hand, tossing the stained rag at man slumped in the chair.
He holds his hand out, taking the phone. "Hey honey," he smiles, placing the phone between his shoulder and ear.
He takes another rag from Steve, cleaning his rings.
"Hi", you sniffle, swallowing thickly trying to not cry, "Are you busy?"
Bucky walks to the door, motioning for Steve to continue, "No, just handling a little business, Im never too busy for you". He closes the door as Steve draws his fist back.
His heart dropping when you sigh, unable to hid how you upset you are.
"Whats wrong?"
Bucky keeps his voice soft, his eyes revealing his growing rage when you tell him about your day. His men instinctively backing away from him as he strolls down the hallway.
Stepping outside, he leans against his car, adjusting his jacket, checking the material for any specks of stray blood.
"And then he screamed at me in front of the entire department, meanwhile the file was sitting right on his desk under his laptop," you continue, your rant winding down, "never even apologized."
Bucky smiles, a dark twist of his lips. He's been wanting to have a conversation with your boss for a while now, only holding back out of respect for you. But no one makes his girl cry. The only time he wants tears in those pretty eyes is when your lips are wrapped his cock, taking him down your throat until you gag.
Sam's been listening to Buckys side of the conversation, one look at his friend and he understands what's about to happen.
When you finish, you feel better, lighter. Bucky always knows what to say when you're frazzled, able to calm you. You say your goodbyes and return to your work.
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The black SUV pulls up to curb outside your building. He steps out, buttoning his jacket. Peter runs ahead of him, opening the door.
The building nearly empty, the security guard at the front desk pretends to sleep when he recognizes the men at entrance.
Walking up the stairs, flanked by Sam and Steve, he finds your office on the second floor.
Making sure your door is shut, Steve stands outside your office. Bucky and Sam continue until they reach your boss's office.
His secretary looks up from her desk, "You cant go in---", she splutters, shrinking back when Sam sits on her desk, grinning at her.
"Sure darling", he replies picking her family photo off the desk.
Ignoring her, Bucky doesn't break his stride. He takes his knife out, twirling it in the air, whistling an upbeat tune as the door closes behind him.
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An hour later, with the last of your paperwork finished, you pack up your bags. Stretching your legs, you stand up, twisting your back.
You shoulder your door open, locking it behind you. The office is unusually quiet tonight, you shrug it off figuring everyone must be busy.
Going to the garage, you look around in disbelief at the empty parking spot where you car should be. Reaching into your pocket, you grab your phone, jumping when you hear a honk.
Turning around, you recognize the car stopping beside you. The tinted window rolls down, "Hi pretty girl, need a ride?"
You laugh, rolling your eyes, " Guess so, someone stole my car".
Peter hops out the front, holding the door open for you. Sliding over the smooth leather seats, you hug Bucky, inhaling his clean scent.
His hand wraps around your throat, his cold rings pressing into your skin. Moving your head up, he kisses you, his tongue slipping into your mouth.
He can't help himself, you smell too damn good, feel even better, he can't wait to get home, he has to have you now.
A carnal need to make you feel good, an overwhelming desire to make you forget that you were upset earlier, when he's done you're not going to remember your own name.
With his hand on your throat, he pushes you down on the seats, moving you under him. Adjusting your leg around his side, your falling down the seat.
"Missed you so much", he pants into your open mouth,"let me take care of you".
Peter averts his eyes, rolling up the partition, putting his headphones in.
With his lips still on yours, he unbuttons your shirt, pushing your bra up. His thumbs rub your sensitive nipples, making you moan in his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, he pushes your skirt up. Fast, desperate movements, you undressing each other, ripping your panties off. Your hands on his pants , unzipping him, bumping into each other in the small space.
You take his thick cock in your hands, guiding him into your body. Gasping as he stretches you, you feel him so deep in you, each stroke sending spirals of crushing pleasure through you. He groans feeling your hot walls squeeze his cock, "Thats my good girl", he praises, "taking me so well".
When you cant take anymore, the sensations becoming unbearable, you place your hand on his chisled abs, trying to get a slight reprieve, needing to catch your breath.
He slows his hips, pulling slowly out of you, making you feel very inch.
Grabbing your hand he puts it above your head, leaning down he stares into your eyes, "This is all yours honey, you're going to take all of it". He slams into you, pushing you over the edge, the coil unwinding in you, your orgams spiraling through you, barely able to cry out his name.
Before you can recover, he pulls out of you, his cock coated in your slick. Bucky twists you around, your chest pressed into the seat, your hands scrambling, trying to hold onto something. The force of his next thrust making you claw into the leather.
A low sob ripped from your throat, his firm chest gliding over your back. Bucky listens to every sob, moan and sigh, playing your body until he finds the rhythm that has you breathlessly gasping, your back arched under him.
He puts one hand on your hip, the other on the window, using his legs to get more leverage, moving faster, deeper until you clamp down again. He loves how you make him feel, frantically holding off his own release, he determined to make you cum at least one more time.
When you do, when you scream his name, your body tensed around him, he's never been more proud. This is how he wants you every day, lost in your pleasure, fucked out of your mind.
When he gets you home, he going to pamper you, his people already setting up a mini spa in the living room. Then, he plans on fucking you until you can't move.
And he does.
The next morning, he's sitting across from the bed, reviewing his reports when you jump out of the bed, snatching your phone from the nightstand. He smiles into his coffee, listening as you call your boss to tell him you're on your way.
When you fall silent, the phone falling to the bed, he looks up at you, smirking as he sets his paperwork aside.
"What did you do Bucky?" You question, narrowing your eyes at him.
He leans forward, patting his knee "Come here and I'll show you."
Summary: (Y/N) has always been one of the stronger Alphas. Which is saying something when the Avengers is a team overrun with Alphas. A mission gone wrong changes her entire world and when everyone starts treating her different, she doesn’t know if she can cope. Change hurts and (Y/N)’s not sure it’s a pain she cant bear.
Warnings: THIS IS THE DARKER VERSION! IF YOU WANT THE LESS DARK/ANGSTY VERSION CHECK OUT CHANGES HURT
Warnings: Public Sex, fingering, mentions of oral (fem receiving), hint of overstimulation, praise kink.
Word Count: 1.4K
A/N: Beta'd by the wonderful @beefybuckrrito
“So me or churros?"
Hes mid bite when you ask him, the question slices through his post meal haze. Bucky tilts his head, slowly opening his oceanic blue eyes, snagging your playful gaze.
Did you really just ask him to choose between his two favorite things in the world?
He arches his brow at your grin. Swallowing the mouthful of churro with a happy, low groan, he remains silent, simply looking at you
Sure you could let him eat in peace but where's the fun in that.
"It should be a simple choice, Bucky." You say, pushing your empty plate to the center of the table. "Now pick or I'm going to have assume you like this better than me."
Bucky continues to watch you, amusement brightening his blue eyes. He takes another bite wondering if you have any idea what you're about to unleash. He loves when you push him, tease him, taunt him as if you’re unaware of the monster you created when you let him taste the sweetest thing on this earth.
Keep going, Peach.
"Nothing to say?" You prop your chin on your palm, tossing out a sassy, “guess you made your choice Bucky.” Your faux mournful pout draws his attention to your lips before his gleaming eyes flick back to your face. "Such a shame too..." You trail off, stealing a piece of his dessert and popping it in your mouth.
Something primal, utterly debauched drowns out the entertained look in his gaze. You're too enthralled in your game to notice the shift in his demeanor.
Give me a reason. Please give me a reason to fuck you right here and now Peach.
"I was hoping you'd pick me so I could let you eat my pussy but since you'd rather have those, from now on you’re only eating churros.” You turn your smug gaze back to the window beside the table, laughing softly at your quip.
Thank you, sweet girl.
“Don’t tease me, Peach.” His deep voice is dark and warm and vivacious, his captivating timbre rolling over you. “You know what happened the last time you denied me my favorite meal—” Did that get your attention, pretty girl? He smirks when your eyes snap back to his, widening the more he speaks. “—Or do I need to remind you?”
His blue eyes never leave yours, the intense, unwavering contact combined with the heady undertones of his softly spoken question has your smirk melting off your face. Licking your dry lips, you open your mouth once before snapping it shut with an audible click at the feel of his warm sun-kissed fingers skating up your thigh, a gasp catches in your throat.
He takes another piece off his plate, the crumbling sugar and cinnamon coat his fingers.
“You don’t want me to make that choice,” he states, waving the sweet dessert around the crowded open cafe. “In front of all these people, do you?”
A smirk curves his lips upward, and he leans in, his coffee-scented breath fills your nose.
“Open up, Peach.” There’s an authority to the command that has your mouth falling open, his hand creeps up your thigh, pinching your skin. “I said open up.” Spreading your legs an inch apart, he pinches you again, sending a ripple of pain laced with pleasure across your skin. Obeying his now wordless demand, your thighs move further and further apart until he releases your tender skin, his calloused thumb rubbing the sore area.
“Good girl.” The warm praise sinks into your belly, your pussy clenches around nothing as more slick seeps out, drenching your already soaked panties.
“I don’t think you understand how good you taste, Peach,” he declares, keeping his voice low enough so that only you can hear him under the clatter of silverware and airy conversations around you. “How sweet you are.” He continues, his fingers slipping under your panties with a practiced ease that makes you shiver.
The legs of his chair scrape across the floor as he turns toward you, shielding you from the rest of the patrons. Taking the last churro off the plate, he taps it on your lips just as his fingers explore your dripping pussy. “See this, this is good. I could eat this all day.”
Two fingers tease your entrance, his thumb swipes over your clit, and he shoves them inside you, filling your tight cunt in one swift move. The moan claws its way up your throat and he dips his head, his lips brushing over yours. “Be quiet, little Peach.” He glances to his left, subtly reminding you that you’re surrounded by bustling waiters and people enjoying their lunch. “You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
You vigorously shake your head. His fingers feel too good, the way they’re thrusting in and out of you, curling and dragging along your silken walls, that smooth raised scar on the pad of his thumb keeps catching on your swollen clit. “Please don’t stop, don’t stop” you chant softly, almost under your breath.
Bucky takes a bite of the fried dough, chewing casually as his fingers speed up, slamming in and out of your cunt, the vicious pace has your hips grinding down. He’s so relaxed, so nonchalant while your hands clamp around the arms of your chair, holding on for dear life as the coil winds tighter and tighter, your stomach constricting with each pass of his thumb. “It’s so good, isn't it, Peach?”
You nod, chewing your bottom lip in an effort to keep your sobs from spilling out. The thrill of being caught heightens the pleasure surging through you. S’good, fuck it’s good—he hits your sensitive spot, sending electrified pleasure up your spine, your back goes ramrod straight as you struggle not to scream in the middle of the cafe. Ohmygodohmygod!
Bucky slips the last piece of the treat between your lips, shushing your frantic pants with a soft kiss. “I know Peach. That’s it. That’s what you need. I can feel your greedy little cunt sucking my fingers back in.”
The sugar melts on your tongue, the flavor bursting in your mouth. Bucky curves his hand around the back of your neck, his fingers pressing into your fluttering pulse point, he puts his forehead on yours. “Good girl, fuck yourself on my fingers, go on, that’s it, Peach. You’re so fucking tight I can barely get back inside you,” he laughs even as he adds a third finger. “Oh, there you go.”
Anyone passing by your corner table, hidden in the back of the cafe would see a loving couple wrapped in a warm embrace. They would never know that your cunt is wrapped even tighter around his fingers.
“I need you to cum for me so I can taste you, Peach. Cum for me, pretty girl, so I can take you home and drown myself in your pussy.” His lips move over yours, his filthy whispered promises added to the array of sensations mounting higher and higher in cunt. Your walls spasm around him, clenching around his thick fingers that keep hitting that spot, the incredible pleasure begins to tear at the coil, making it fray and splinter inside of you.
You struggle to keep quiet, his blue eyes urging you on, praising you for being so perfect, so quiet for him. You want to be good for him almost as much as you need to cum. Letting go of the chair, you grab his bearded face, cupping his cheeks in your hands, needing an anchor to keep you from losing control.
“You’re so close, Peach. The faster you let go for me, the faster you can sit on my face.” The image of you riding him, his hands on your ass as he rocks you back and forth over his wet, long tongue sends you hurtling over the edge. The coil snaps, sending bursts of pleasure through you in pulsing waves, your mouth falls open, the scream muffled by his passionate kiss.
Bucky fucks you through it, drawing your orgasm out, making it spiral higher and higher until you’re consumed by a sultry white-hot bliss as he swallows your moans. He eases his fingers out when you grab his wrist, pleading that you’re too sensitive.
Bucky holds up his large hand, studying it with pride, the sunlight through the window illuminating the glistening strands clinging to him. Exhaustion trails after the small aftershocks of pleasure wracking your body and you slump in your seat, resting your head on the table. Turning so you can face him, you watch as Bucky pops his fingers in his mouth one by mouth. “You gonna ask me to choose again, Peach?”
Hell yes, if that’s the way he acts. But you’re not going to say that aloud. He mistakes your silence for compliance.
That’s what I thought,” he says with a laugh. You weakly nod, hiding your smirk, mentally adding this to your list of ways to get what you want from him. “You ready to go?”
“I’m going to need like five minutes,” you rasp out, not lifting your head up. “I don’t think I can walk right now.”
Bucky lowers his lips to your ear. “If you’re not in the car in two minutes, I’m going to slide under this table and enjoy my real dessert. And Peach we know how loud you get when I get a taste of you. You think you can keep quiet? ”
You stare at him, blinking once, twice. He's right, you'll never be able to hold back, not when you can barely handle his fingers in you. Bucky’s serious about you getting to the car, the needy, starved look in his eyes makes your heart thud in your chest. He know your legs don't want to cooperate. And you both know he doesn't give a damn. His tongue trails across his bottom lip and your pussy throbs like the greedy traitor she is.
“So here or home?” His hand drifts down to your pussy, lightly tapping your clit. "It's a simple choice."
