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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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This picture has ruined me. Now I need a fic with Bucky as your professor banging you in the library during regular hours.

clear your mind

pairing: professor!bucky barnes x curvy!reader

words: 7.5k

warnings: 18+ ONLY. smut. public sex. cockwarming. student/teacher relations. possible age gap depending on how you read it (reader is at least 25 or older but it’s not really specified and bucky is late 30s or older but again, not specified. imagine whatever you like.) i added an alternate kind of darkish ending that is separated with a divider near the end (duh) but of course you can choose to not read it and stick to the original cute ending lol. if i’m missing anything you feel needs to be added, please let me know.

notes: disclaimer: i never technically went to college so i don’t really know what i’m writing about lmao but when i say this was instant inspo, i mean instant. i’ve been in such a funk since i lost chapter four of keeping secrets, but this really ignited something in me so i just went for it. it was originally gonna be a little smutty drabble but then i started writing and it just became a whole one shot - not that i’m complaining lol. this was so fun to write, thank you @sammyisfat for sending it in! 🖤 i hope you all enjoy it! as always, feedback and comments are welcome and appreciated. and thank you in advance for reading and reblogging!

You were sitting hunched over, eyes scanning the same sentence repeatedly, trying to force yourself to focus. You were reading the words but you weren’t really putting them together. You were too bored to make them make sense. Your brain was far off and you were sure you were about to burn out completely at this point.

Why you thought going back to school after so long was a good idea was beyond you. Was the degree really worth it? You’d gotten this far without one, hadn’t you?

As you were contemplating your life choices, and working on convincing yourself to just screw it and drop out, you’d failed to notice the presence of two of your professors passing by.

You had been alone at the far back of the library, closed in by the sturdy cases of books around you, for so long you’d nearly forgotten you were actually there. You had needed solitude, lest the chatter of other students in study groups or working on projects distract you further than your mind already did on its own. Your back was to the open aisle so as not to get distracted by anyone passing by, either. The zone you were occupying was normally a hot spot, but on a Wednesday afternoon, not so much. And for that you were grateful.

The knock on the bookcase next to you accompanied by your name being called, almost in question, startled you as you quickly corrected your posture and looked toward the noise, adjusting the glasses you were wearing as you did. You were greeted with two pairs of blue eyes looking back at you. Standing next to the bookcase, waiting for your response were two of the most lusted after professors on campus. And that wasn’t just you thinking so. The way students fawned over both Mr. Barber and Barnes was near juvenile. They were like kids gossiping about their crushes in elementary school. It was always funny to you seeing the line of people waiting to speak with Andy at the end of class every Wednesday and Friday, whether they had a genuine question to ask or not. You couldn’t say you didn’t get it, though. He had great hair, a soft smile, kind eyes.. He was gorgeous. It was clear why so many people had a thing for him. But you always found yourself a little more than preoccupied with thoughts of Mr. Barnes. Though they were both at least six foot tall and unfairly attractive, easy enough to spread your attention between both of them, as most of their students did, there was just something about James that had you in a hold since the first day you met him.

It was your first day on campus and you’d accidentally bumped into him with your green tea as you were leaving the small corner cafe after your first morning class. You apologized profusely, but he’d claimed it was his fault, that he wasn’t watching where he was going. He insisted on buying you a new drink as he removed his tea damp jacket. You didn’t fight him on it, walking back into the cafe as he held the door for you. You introduced yourselves as you waited for the drinks to be made and spoke a bit. It wasn’t a super long interaction, both of you having places you had to be, but you would have sworn there was something there. And the glimmer in his eye as he smiled and told you he’d see you around convinced you it wasn’t one sided. You were instantly smitten, hopeful you would see him again, that maybe it could lead to getting to know him better, lead to something more.

That was until you walked into your afternoon class the next day to find him standing at a podium, setting up his orientation slides. You had been hoping all day to run into him, but this was certainly not how you’d been imagining the circumstances. Of course he was your professor. You breathed a humorless laugh to yourself as you found a seat. You got your laptop out and looked back up at the same time he looked up from his, making direct eye contact with him. You saw the instant he recognized you and gave him a tight lipped smile that he returned before you diverted your gaze back down. His look of disappointment matched your own, but at the very least, it made you feel wanted.. The “professor x student” trope was never really your cup of tea, but as the weeks went by, the stolen glances and secret longing stares you exchanged were starting to change your mind. After one particular heated night of self pleasure, absentmindedly picturing him while you were reveling in your own touch, imagining it was his, you knew you were really gone for him. And heaven help you, the idea of it really happening was growing hotter and hotter the more you told yourself you couldn’t. Imagining showing up to his office hours one evening and just letting him have you any way he liked. Letting him take you apart on his desk, or sucking him off under his desk while he works. God, you’d daydreamed so many scenarios.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to act on any of it. You didn’t know how to. More importantly, you knew you shouldn’t. It wasn’t like you were some barely legal star eyed student he’d be taking advantage of, but still, you were his student. You weren’t sure how that dynamic might play out or the optics of it for either of you. Instead you willed yourself to stay focused on the work, to keep your thoughts set on passing the course and that was all.

Even when you would find yourself needing actual help from him or needing to ask him about an assignment, you would always talk yourself out of it. You didn’t want to let yourself be alone with him, you couldn’t be trusted. You were worried you’d make a fool of yourself the second you got the chance. So instead, you’d get help from a classmate if you could or you’d end up just winging it. It had been working that far.

The real problem started just last week. This most recent section was challenging to say the least. You had tried the study group offered on Monday nights, but you got absolutely nothing done.

Your last essay assignment had been returned to you on Friday with a note on it, asking you to come by his office hours before the next class. You had been putting it off all week, but knew you’d have to go by Thursday. You just weren’t expecting to see him around any earlier than that.

“Professors,” you greeted, slightly taken aback.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Mr. Barber apologized. “Thought you might’ve heard us walking up.”

“I was uh, lost in the text, I guess,” you replied, giving them an awkward smile.

“Well, I’m glad someone’s reading it,” he laughed.

“Do you mind if we join you?” he continued, motioning to the otherwise empty table you were sitting at the end of. It was big enough to seat at least 8 people easily and it’d, of course, be rude of you to try and keep it for yourself. But what would they need to be in the library for anyway? The question must have been written on your face as Mr. Barnes answered it for you.

“The heat isn’t working in our offices. We’re just grading some work.”

“Right, yeah, of course. Go for it.”

“Thank you,” Andy smiled.

They took seats at the other end of the table, surely trying to avoid distracting you. You appreciated the gesture, but it was futile. As they worked on grading papers, they were talking and laughing every so often and even if they hadn’t been, their presence alone was not at all aiding you in your attempt to focus on schoolwork.

You’d given up trying to finish the passage you’d been reading and instead pretended to start making notes in your laptop. In all actuality, you were really just googling alternative career paths and the question: “Do you really need a college degree to be successful?”.

Thirty minutes later, Andy’s phone went off and he began to gather his things, telling Mr. Barnes, who he called ‘Bucky’, that he had a lecture in 45 minutes but he’d see him later.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Andy pointed at you as he passed by.

“Bright and early,” you affirmed with a nod and a small smile.

“Have a good night,” he smiled back.

“You too,” you returned.

The second he was gone, you became fully aware that you were now alone with Professor Barnes, the situation you’d been trying to avoid for the past almost three months. Despite your efforts, your entire focus was being pulled to the man just down the table from you. He was still grading, in the middle of someone’s essay as you glanced over to him. You admired the quirk of his brow as he read and how his tongue jutted out to lick his lip as his eyes scanned the words on the page. You pulled your gaze away from him and back to your laptop, deciding to close it and put it away, begrudgingly returning to your textbook. Just one more hour. You had promised yourself 2 hours of studying today minimum, you were halfway there. You could do it.

Not ten minutes later you heard the flipping of paper and glanced over to see he’d just finished the paper he was on, writing the grade on top of the first page. You looked back to your text just as he slid the paper down the table to you. You furrowed your brows as you watched it slide into your book. You saw the “C-” he had given it circled in red ink and immediately recognized the title. Your lips parted and you clicked your tongue as you looked back up to meet his eye.

“Anyone else that would’ve been a D,” he told you, sounding slightly disappointed. “Your work is normally a lot better than what you’ve been turning in lately. That’s why I asked you to come by my office hours.”

“Yeah, I- uh. I don’t know, I’ve just been having a hard time with this section,” you explained. “And I wasn’t ignoring your note, I was planning to see you on Thursday.”

“Well, we’re both here now, right?” he said and you nodded.

“Good a time as any,” you shrugged.

He got up and moved his stuff down the table to take the seat next to you. You closed your textbook and straightened up in your chair. Nerves eating at you as he sat and turned to angle himself towards you.

“My main concern isn’t really about you understanding the materials, all the concepts are there in your work, it's just..lackluster. Sloppily written, a bit jumbled here and there. Nothing like what you had been turning in at the start of the semester,” he said. “Are you sure it’s the section you’re having a hard time with?”

You looked at him for a moment, not really knowing what to say.

“What else would I be having a hard time with?” you questioned quietly.

It was his turn to look at you for a moment as he thought about how to word his response. He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to think better of it before he finally spoke.

“You’ve seemed more and more distracted during class lately. I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he said sincerely, his blue eyes gleaming into yours. He was already close, but you suddenly found yourself mindlessly leaning closer to him. You took a breath as you sat back, licking your lips ever so lightly without realizing as you looked away.

“I’m okay,” you told him. “Sorry I’ve seemed distracted. Well, uhm, been distracted. I don’t know why I’ve been having such a hard time focusing on this,” you lied, “but I appreciate your concern. I’ll work on being more present. And putting more effort into my writing.”

He smiled softly and nodded before he turned back in his seat, returning to his pile of papers.

You bit your lip as you sat there. Of course you knew why you were so distracted, but you couldn’t just tell him it was because of him.

“You know there’s a study group you can sign up for,” he said as he was still looking down, reading the new paper in front of him, red pen in hand.

“Yeah, I know. I just, uh, work better in smaller groups,”

“Alone isn’t exactly a group,” he lightly smirked with a slight tilt of his head.

“I’ve never really had the best focus when it comes to studying, anything. I get off topic and then I get everyone else off topic and then we end up having spent the entire session debating something trivial, like who the best Batman is,” you said.

“Christian Bale,” he responded.

“Obviously,” you agreed with a smile. “But uhm, yeah. Less distractions the better, so I try to avoid big groups. Though I’ll admit, just trying to stay focused on my own is a feat in and of itself,” you laughed lightly.

“Sounds like you just need someone other than yourself to hold you accountable. Have you thought about one on ones? I offer tutoring sessions that no one seems to want to take me up on,” he laughed. “I have three one hour sessions all still open for tonight, actually.. Not that you need tutoring, but you could use the time to work on your assignments without distractions - and I'd be there, of course, if you need any help.”

You told yourself to say no. You really did..

“Well it couldn’t hurt, right?” you breathed, a small smile on your lips. Just then the clock chimed three, drawing both of your attention.

“I have a class in twenty, I have to get going. But I’ll be in my office from five to eight, you can come whenever. Like I said, no one else has signed up, so whenever you can make it. Hopefully the heat should be working by then.”

“Okay,” you agreed. “Thank you, Professor.”

“Please, James is more than fine,” he told you. “I’ll see you later.”

When he left, you packed up your things - letting yourself off the hook for your two hour promise. You were gonna be studying later now, anyway so it wasn’t like you just checking out for the day. Your apartment wasn’t too far from campus, so you drove home and decided you’d head back around 6.

You made yourself a late lunch/early dinner and then got your things together for when you’d leave. You figured you had time for a quick nap, so you laid down on the couch with the tv still playing in the background. After about 45 minutes, you woke up feeling more flustered than you had felt all week. You were starting to regret your quick agreement to his one on one offer, but you couldn’t just not show up now. You were getting yourself worked up over nothing, you were sure. Really what could you do that would be so bad? It’s not like you were planning on seducing the man. You’d probably just ask him to review the essay you’d been working on that would be turned in at the next class and ask for clarification on the requirements for the part of your midterm paper you’d been confused about for the past two weeks. You probably wouldn’t even stay the whole hour.

Checking the time, you decided to head back to campus. You’d get to his office a little after 5 and you’d be home by 6:30 at the latest. It’d be fine.

As you walked up to the sturdy oak door that led to his office, two cups of coffee in hand, your nerves started anew. You took a second before you knocked lightly. A few moments later, the door was pulled open as he greeted you, ushering you in.

“I got you a coffee,” you offered with a smile.

“That’s very much needed, thank you,” he smiled back, taking the drink you’d extended to him. “Please, have a seat.”

You took the only chair across from his desk as he sat.

“So, I was wondering if you’d be able to go over my essay for this week. See if it’s missing anything, or if it needs to be rewritten entirely,” you laughed nervously.

“Yeah, of course,”

“Great,” you breathed, “I just emailed you a copy.”

He pulled it open on his screen and you watched for a moment as he began reading before you pulled out your laptop to work more on your midterm. You couldn’t focus though. Not with him right across from you. The little noises he’d make as he read caught your attention repeatedly and when you’d glance up, you’d find yourself admiring the shape of his face, the quirk of his lips, the squinting of his eyes.

“The whole point of this is so that you have no distractions,” he said as he continued reading before turning to look at you. “Something distracting you?” he asked, his eyes finding your own with something akin to a playful glimmer shining in them.

You opened your mouth to speak but you just shook your head instead, taking a steadying breath.

“No,” you answered after a second. He looked at you hard.

“You sure about that?” he asked again.

“No,” you repeated softly.

“Well since you can’t seem to focus on what you’re working on, why don’t you come over here and we’ll go over this together.”

You stared at him, gawking before your body finally moved. You stood up and he did the same, pulling his chair back for you to sit in as you rounded the desk. He pushed you back in and then leaned down behind you so he was at the same height you were, looking at the screen.

You were stiff and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. He was so close. And he smelled so good. And he was so pretty. God, you didn’t know what to do. You really couldn’t focus, even as he read your words aloud and went over a line you’d blubbed.

“Are you listening to me?” he asked, standing to his full height as he spun the chair around, looking down at you. Your eyes immediately landed on his crotch before you quickly looked away, trying to not look so flustered.

“Sorry,” you eked out.

“It’s obvious you have something on your mind. You’re clearly distracted,” he said, finding your eye. “I think you just need to clear your head to find your focus.”

“Right, well, I don’t really know how to do that,” you breathed.

“Why don’t you let me try to help,” he returned softly as he leaned down and grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to meet his as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours.

You were definitely not expecting this to happen, but you weren’t upset in the least. His lips were soft and he tasted like coffee. Your hand found his hair as you pulled him closer to you, the gentle kiss turning into something hungrier the longer it went on. He pulled away suddenly and pulled you out of his chair before taking his seat and pulling you down onto his lap just as quickly, his lips returning to yours the instant he had you on him. Your arm wound itself around his neck as your other cupped his jaw, keeping his face close to you as he held you close to him.

Slowly, his hand traveled under your sweater and along your waist, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. He easily slipped his tongue into your mouth, eliciting a moan from you as he did. You felt his erection growing as you sat on his lap, smiling into the kiss as you teasingly rubbed against him, earning a groan from him in response. He broke away from you for a moment as you both caught your breath, “Tell me if you want to stop,” was all he said before he maneuvered you with ease. He sat you on the edge of his desk while he took your boots off before he pulled your leggings down your thick thighs, his touch sending chills through you as he did.

He made quick work of his trousers, pulling them down before he took himself out of his briefs. He sat back down on his chair as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. “Stand up,” he told you. When you were standing before him, he pulled you close by your wide set hips before his fingers hooked the band of your thong, dragging it down until they were past your thighs and dropped to your ankles. “Step out of them, sweetheart.”

You did as he said before he pulled you closer and got you onto the chair, positioning you so you straddled his lap, barely hovering above his hard cock. You were breathing heavily as your hands grasped his shoulders and his hands held your fleshy hips. He looked up at you like he was waiting for your permission and so you nodded softly down at him. He gripped himself with one hand and moved the tip of his cock along your wet slit, you gasped in unison at the feeling. He took his time and just played with you a bit until you were moaning, whining above him. Your eyes squeezed shut as he circled your clit before he moved to finally align his cock up to your slick entrance. He pushed his tip just inside of you and groaned at the sensation, his hands returning to your hips as he gripped you tightly, holding you there despite you wanting desperately to take more of him.

“James,” you whined. He shook his head.

“Call me Bucky,” he instructed headily.

“Bucky,” you whined further, trying to lower yourself further onto his cock.

“I know, I know, sweetheart,” he laughed. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mhm,” you moaned as he took your lips in his again.

“You want more? Want more of my dick inside you?”

“Yes, yes, Bucky, please,” you mewled.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna give it to you,” he said, kissing you along your neck, “but then you’re gonna focus on your work, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed without really hearing him. You just needed more, you needed all of him.

He pulled you down further onto his cock torturously slowly as you gasped and mewled until he was seated fully inside of you.

“Fuck,” he grunted, eyes shutting in pleasure at the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him, at the warmth of your cunt around him.

You tried to move, but were stopped again by his hands holding you in place. He tutted as he looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

“What do you think you’re doing, sweetheart? We just agreed you’re gonna focus on your work now,”

“Huh? Right, right now?” you huffed.

“Right now,” he told you firmly.

You pouted as you leaned against his chest, your face pressing into his neck, even just that movement sparking pleasure through you.

“No pouting,” he laughed against your temple. You turned your face up to him, pout still in place before you leaned up further to kiss him again. Slow and heated, he got lost in your kiss. He almost didn’t stop you when you started rocking your hips against him. Almost.

You whined again as he held you still. His strength was impressive, you had to admit.

“Stop. Moving,” he growled, sending a new wave of arousal through you. “You’re gonna sit right here on my cock while we go over your essay and if you do a good job listening to me and stay focused, I’ll give you what you really want after. Understand?”

“Yes, professor,” you said quietly.

“Good,” he smiled, caressing your cheek as he looked down at you.

It was thirty five minutes of pure torture. He read a loud your entire essay and had you make corrections as he went, the entire time you could feel his thick cock throbbing inside your dripping cunt, just begging for any kind of movement. Near the end of your essay corrections, his hand dropped from your hip until he found your clit, slowly beginning to rub it in tight circles. You mewled pathetically and your walls tightened around his dick still deep inside of you while his lips attacked your neck with gentle kisses and love bites.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” he praised. “You took this from a C to an A with just thirty minutes of actual focus. All you had to do was face your distractions head on, find the right motivation,” he smirked against your skin.

“So we’re done with the editing then, right?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he hummed against you.

“Great,” you breathed as he brought you closer with his every touch.

“Fuck, you’re squezzing me so tight,” he groaned.

“I’m gonna come,” you mewled, breathing heavier still as his left hand tightened on your hip and his fingers worked your bud faster, sending you head first into your orgasm, his name falling off your tongue as you cursed and panted through your high, collapsing onto his chest.

“Oh my god,” he whined with a small gasp, his eyes squeezing shut. “Fuck, can I come inside you?” he asked. You nodded your answer as you were still trying to catch your breath. He grabbed your face and crashed his lips into yours, hot and needy, while you felt him tense suddenly as his cock pulsed inside you and he moaned deeply into your mouth as he let himself go, you could feel the warmth of his release against your walls.

The evidence of your orgasm was all over his lap, coating his dick as he pulled you off of him.

“Holy fuck,” he panted. You didn’t think it was possible, but you felt yourself heat up even more than you already had been. “Hand me a tissue,” he said pointing to the box he had on the corner of his desk.

He cleaned himself up quickly before he pulled his briefs and trousers back up. He had you again on the edge of his desk as he bent down to clean you up, too, admiring the way his cum was leaking out of you before he grabbed your leggings from the floor, handing them to you. He pocketed your thong before he stood back up to his full height, towering over you.

“That was nice,” he laughed softly as he leaned down closer to you, his right hand framing your face, tilting it up to meet his eye, his thumb gently stroking the soft skin of your cheek before he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

You smiled in response. “Yeah, it was,” you agreed.

“I hope you don’t find this inappropriate, but I’ve wanted you since the day we met.”

“The feeling is more than mutual,” you assured him. “But uhm. Is this..,” you gestured between the two of you, “allowed?” you questioned as you hopped off his desk to pull your leggings on.

“Well, it’s certainly not encouraged, but there’s nothing in my contract that explicitly prohibits it. I made sure a few months ago,” he said, eyeing you with a shy smile as if he hadn’t just come inside you after making you cockwarm him for nearly 45 minutes. It made you laugh. “I would prefer to keep this between us for as long as we can, though,” he hedged.

“Yeah, I completely agree. Don’t need these kids gossiping about me, too.”

“They do love to talk, don’t they?” he grimaced, causing you to smile at him.

“I’m sure we can keep this under wraps,” you said as you pulled your boots back on. “And I’d like to sign up for next week's one on one sessions, too, if you're available.”

“I’ll be sure to block it out for you,” he grinned.

“Might as well make it a standing weekly appointment,” you suggested as you walked back over to him from where he was perched on his desk.

“Sounds like a good idea,” he responded as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer while you stared up at him, your arms wrapping around him in return. “Are you free for dinner tomorrow night?”

“Dinner?” you questioned, pulling back slightly. “That doesn’t sound very underwraps,” you teased.

“A private dinner. At a private residence. My residence,” he clarified with a smirk.

“I’m free,” you nodded as you backed away and went to the other side of the desk as he turned around to watch you.

“Great, I’ll message you the address.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for it,” you said as you grabbed your bag and slipped your laptop back inside of it. “I should get going, but, thank you. For everything,” you simpered. “I really appreciate your help.”

“Anytime, sweetheart. My door’s always open. I’ll see you tomorrow,”

“Tomorrow it is,” you nodded in agreement as you walked to the door. But before you could open it, Bucky was behind you, turning you around to face him. His lips met yours in a soft, unrushed kiss before he pulled away slowly, opening the door for you.

“Have a good night,” you breathed.

“You, too,” he smiled.

Three weeks later you had a routine set in place. Nothing changed much in class, except you found yourself paying more close attention to the material now that you weren’t so hopelessly longing for your professor. Wednesday’s were your one on one sessions in Bucky’s office and Friday nights had been spent at his place. This last week, you’d even stayed the three day weekend with him. You knew you weren’t crazy when you had thought there was something real between the two of you when you had first met, but you didn’t expect to have clicked so well the way you had. Your chemistry was unbelievable and you got on so well together. Plus the sex was incredible.

Fucking in his office was so cliche, but that didn’t make it any less hot. In fact, it was really the only place you called him “Professor” these days. The title just made things that much sexier. It was Wednesday afternoon and you’d just gotten out of your last class for the day. You were going to head to Bucky’s office in a few hours, planning to go to your apartment to freshen up before picking up some food for you both on your way back.

You’d just finished changing into more…accessible clothes when your phone rang. It was a text from Bucky letting you know that the heat in his office wasn’t working again, so you’d have to meet in the library instead as they’d be working on the unit in his room. You frowned slightly, accepting that you’d changed for nothing, but at least the skirt was still comfortable. You texted back asking if you should still bring food and he promised he’d take you somewhere after instead. Apparently only two of his students in his 3:20 class showed up, so he dismissed them for the day. He was already on his way to the library, so you grabbed your things and headed back to campus.

You walked around the library looking for him with no luck before you decided to walk up to the second level, which was technically closed off for some construction work, in order to get a better view. You spotted him easily in the far back section of the lower level as you stood at the railing of the second floor. He was sipping on a cup of coffee and you smiled as you spied a cup of tea waiting for you next to his satchel on the table while he read over some work.

You walked back down to the first floor and made your way to him.

“Professor,” you greeted as you knocked on the bookcase blocking the table he was at from an easy view. He greeted you in return as he looked up from his work, a smile on his face. His eyes caught on the low v-neck of the top you were wearing, your cleavage on perfect display. His tongue jutted out along his lower lip as he admired the view. You cleared your throat as you looked at him with a raised brow.

He looked back up to your eyes, smiling charmingly as if he hadn��t just been caught leering at you so openly.

“I’m here to study, not be perved on,” you accused.

“You know you need to clear your mind to get your focus, first. And you know what helps clear your mind best,” he alluded.

“You know we’re in public, right?” you asked, voice hushed as you walked closer to the table.

“It’s a Wednesday, no one’s gonna come back here,” he said smoothly. “We’re hidden from sight.”

“Not true,” you denied. “I saw you from the second level,” you informed him.

“Was anyone up there?” he asked.

“No..”

“Didn’t think so,” he said smugly.

“There’s not right now. Anyone could come in at any time. It’s the middle of the day.”

“You’re right,” he aquesqued, hands up. “All work, no play today. I got you a tea,” he offered.

“Thank you,” you smiled as you took the seat across from him.

“Wow, why are you sitting so far?”

“Where do you want me to sit?” you laughed.

“Preferably, my lap,” he started, earning a humored scoff from you. “But right here would be good, too,” he said, gesturing to the seat next to him.

You got up and moved spots, getting comfortable before you pulled up your essay on your laptop.

“Still going through midterms?” you asked as you looked over to him making marks on the paper he was reading.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Have you gotten to mine yet?”

“Not yet,” he said absently.

You nodded as you took a sip of your tea. You looked back to your essay and found yourself trailing off. It was pretty much finished, just needed to be read through again for any edits you needed to make. It wasn’t enough to keep your attention. Too easy. You could do it later no problem.

Instead you took out your text for Andy’s class and started reading next week’s assignment. You didn’t have much else to do. Funnily enough, you’d been getting most of your work done earlier than normal so you’d have less to actually do on Wednesdays, instead spending your “study” time focusing on other things…

You weren’t paying attention to anything, lost in perverted thoughts of last week when Bucky had fucked you agaisnt the wall in his office, while twirling your pen as you stared down blankly at the words on the page, not reading them at all. Pulling you from your perversions, suddenly you felt Bucky’s hand smooth its way under your skirt and up your thigh. His hand was so warm and strong as he touched you, sending chills through you as he scooted his chair closer to yours. You didn’t stop him and absentmindedly spread your thighs for him as he inched his way closer and closer to your inner thighs before his fingers made their way between them, gently rubbing at your warm, barely clothed pussy.

You came back to earth as you remembered where you were and reached your hand under the table to hold his, stopping his movements.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, professor?” you breathed.

“Helping,” he responded. “What did I say about distractions, sweetheart?”

“Who says I’m distracted,” you whispered as you heard chatter coming from the other side of the bookcase before it passed as some students made their way to the front desk from the back office you weren’t too far off from.

“You have that far off look in your eyes,” he spoke quietly, “and I saw you squeezing your thighs together not ten seconds ago.” You exhaled a breath so softly you barely even heard yourself.

“Maybe we can end this session early and call it a day?” you asked, wanting to get out of the library and meet him back at your place, or hell, meet him at his car and let him take you apart in the faculty parking lot.

“No, I don’t think so. We both have some work left to do.”

“Bucky,” you whispered.

“No calling me Bucky outside my office while we’re on campus,” he reminded you. “You know better.”

You bit your lip before whispering sorry.

“You just need to face your distractions so you can get past them,” he said. “Let me help.”

You let go of his hand beneath the table and spread your thighs a little wider.

You almost stopped breathing completely when he slipped his fingers past your panties and gently pushed inside of you as one of the librarians passed by the aisle over. She peered behind the bookcase that was shielding you from the side to see who was at the tables and greeted both of you quietly before she returned to the aisle and reshelved some books. Bucky’s fingers didn’t stop for even a second as he returned her greeting and went back to grading.

The second you knew she was gone you panted a breath. “James,” you chastised as you sat in your seat still, making no attempt to actually stop him.

“More?” he questioned without looking up from his work, only speeding up his fingering, curling them inside of you. You bit down harshly on your lip to stop yourself from moaning out loud, your thighs tensing with the impending wave of pleasure you were teetering on before he slipped his fingers out of you, a school boy smirk playing on his lips.

You exhlaed heavily and shakily before looking over to him, shocked. He finally looked back at you, still smirking.

“I wanna try something. If you want me to stop, tell me,” he said as he removed his hand from your thigh and stood up abruptly. You could see the outline of his erection through his trousers and found yourself getting more aroused. You didn’t know what he wanted to do, but assumed it'd be something at least a little discret. Along the lines of putting you in his lap again, or even just having you get him off. So when he pulled you up and spun you around, pushing you down against the table, you were surprised to say the least. You heard him unzip his pants as he pulled himself free and then pulled your panties down your thighs. You couldn’t even think as he prodded you with his cock, and gasped loudly when he finally pushed into you. His hand was on your mouth in an instant as he leaned over your back, his mouth next to your ear as he spoke. “Gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” he panted. “You don’t want anyone to see us back here, do you?”

Your gurgled moan was his response as he began fucking into you, keeping your chest firmly againt the sturdy table, one hand on your mouth and one holding your wrists behind your back. You were panting as quietly as you could as he slid in and out of you, getting deeper with each thrust. He took his hand away from your mouth after a moment and gripped your hip to keep you a little more steady, trying to keep your hips from slamming so hard into the wood. The salacious sounds of his pelvis slapping against your ass with his thrusts were only making you more slick as he moved his hand from your wrists to keep your skirt pushed up as he fucked you from behind.

It was taking all of your willpower to keep quiet, your mouth open in silent moans as you tried to keep yourself breathing. His thrusts were getting more powerful the longer he went. Each time you heard people passing by, your cunt gripped his cock even tighter at the thrill of the proximity, and Bucky didn’t miss it.

“Who knew you were so fucking kinky,” he panted into your ear. “You like getting fucked in public, huh? Like the idea of anyone walking by and seeing you get fucked out of your mind? Seeing you getting claimed by me,” he husked.

You mewled as quietly as you could and nodded your head in affirmation. “I like it,” you whispered pathetically.

“I know you do,” he laughed before fucking into you deeper, making sure you felt every inch of his thick cock gliding against your velvety walls, squeezing him tightly.

“Professor, please,” you pleaded quietly.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he grunted as he gripped your hip harder still, pulling your ass flush against him before he began rutting into you desperately. He leaned his weight onto you as he kept you pushed down, flush against the table. His hand left your skirt and found your clit, adding to the growing pressure building in your abdomen as he rubbed you, fucking you and stimulating all the most sensitive spots along your walls. Before you knew you were, you came completely undone, the familiar white hot pleasure induced euphoria spreading through you as you came around him, squeezing him like you never wanted him to leave you empty again. And truth be told, you didn’t. You’d never felt so fulfilled or satisfied in your life.

He could barely move as you came around him, but after a few more thrusts, he shot his load inside of you, cursing under his breath as he came, panting. After a moment, he pulled out gently and slid your panties back up for you, pushing your skirt down before he fixed himself. You were still reeling from the intensity of it all when you stood, a little wobbly, from the table.

Cute planned ending:

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you breathed, turning around to face Bucky. “We really just did that,” you said, still in shock at yourself while Bucky grinned proudly before looking around a bit, just making sure you were still alone. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you close, leaning down to kiss you deeply, letting you go for a second before kissing you harder again.

“We did. And now,” he said, ushering you back to your seat, urging you to sit down, “you're gonna finish editing your paper while I grade a few more of these midterms, no distractions.”

“Easy for you to say,” you muttered as you looked up at him still standing while you were seated once again. “I’m the one sitting here with come leaking out of me,” you complained.

“Is it that distracting for you, sweetheart?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Yes,” you responded.

“No problem. I can help with that, too,” he smirked as he got down on his knees, crawling under the table to kneel at your feet as your eyes went wide while you watched him. He pulled you to the edge of the chair before he slipped your panties off completely. “That essay better be ready to turn in by the time I get back up, do you understand?” he warned. You could feel his breath against your folds as he got closer.

“Yes, professor,” you mewled pathetically as you spread your thighs even wider for him.

Alternative kind of darkish ending:

You felt eyes on you as you turned around, but it wasn’t Bucky. You looked up to the second floor and could have sworn you saw Andy passing by, worry flooding through you instantly. You weren’t sure, though. Maybe he was really just walking by and hadn’t seen anything. Maybe it was no one at all and you were just imagining things. You almost didn’t even want to say anything about it, just act like you hadn’t seen, or thought you saw, anyone at all.

Until Andy came knocking on the bookcase, from the opposite direction, startling you as you gasped and spun around, hands flying to make sure your skirt was smoothed down completely, unconscious backing toward where Bucky was. Andy looked between you both for a second before he spoke, a knowing, devilish smirk growing on his face as he looked at you in a way you’d never seen him look at anyone before. Lewdly, leering, lustful, even.

“What’s goin’ on down here?”

You looked back at Bucky, hoping to find some kind of reassurance or protection, but he was completely unphased at the presence of his friend.

“You enjoy the show?” he asked, unamused.

“I think I could put on better,” he shrugged, eyes still locked on you, even as Bucky pulled you into his side.

“What do you think, sweetheart? Wanna let him try?”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x curvy!reader #bucky barnes x plus size!reader #bucky x plus size!reader #professor!bucky #professor barnes #professor bucky x reader #professor barnes x reader #professor!bucky barnes #professor!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #andy barber x curvy!reader #soft!dark bucky x reader #andy barber

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emerald-evans · 2 years

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maraschino cherries

ma chère lis

alpha!andy thots

#andy barber x reader #andy barber x woc!reader #andy barber x plus size!reader #dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber masterlist

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Alpha!silverfox!Steve Rogers

Asylum!Steve Rogers and nurse!Reader

Brave New World

Breathe You In

Curtis & Mousey

Jake Jensen & Pretty Girl

Jake Jensen & Princess

Lloyd & Pumpkin

Lycan!Steve Rogers & barista!Reader

Photo ask game drabbles

Silverfox!professor!Ari Levinson & his librarian

Silverfox!Bucky & Sweet Girl

Silverfox!Johnny Storm & Little flame

Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & Bambi

Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea

Wildest Dreams

Six sentence smut — thick thighs, Stucky x reader

Johnny & Jake & plus-sized reader

Sugar & Spice welcome home Wednesday

Thick thighs save lives take out Tuesday

Mob!Andy & mob!Lloyd

Three reasons why…YAY Steve

Three reasons why…BB&B

Jefferson gets angry and runs off his cat familiar

Colin Shea hockey

Werewolf!Ari sleepy Sunday

Monster match-up orc!Curtis Everett

White werewolf!Bucky Barnes

Lycan!skinny!Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee university soulmate

Bucky and his ex wife (Bucky is an asshole)

Bucky loses Reader (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)

Steve x reader x Natasha (bisexual!reader)

Fae!Stucky find cat!shifter!Reader

Silverfox!Ransom Drysdale meets reader’s child

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

BT Ransom takes his omegas shopping

Chubby!Bucky takes care of Becca while reader’s gone

Demon!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Death!Bucky Barnes x life!Reader

Demon!Curtis confronts readers ex

Pipsqueak makes a good tray for Nick and the team

Fae!Jefferson and his reader go to a festival

Construction!alpha!Curtis Everett

Nick introduces pipsqueak to his teammates

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

Kitty!Reader is saved and housed by fae!Curtis, her defender when Jefferson comes to collect her

Ceo!Ari meets plus-sized!Reader at her bakery

Alpha!biker!Steve and alpha!biker!Ari meet pregnant!omega!Reader

Chris Evans (rpf) x pregnant!one night stand!Reader

Demon!Curtis teases reader

Here’s Your Perfect (drabble)

Ari is in a rut, Ice Princess has to help him out

Werewolf!Curtis Everett meets his luna!Reader at his work

Soft!dark!Steve Rogers and his wife

Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers and his wife

Jake Seresin gets protective

Silverfox!biker!Steve meets Ladybug

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis meets his bride at the airport

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time

Bucky meets Steve’s assistant (HFY)

Cop!Andy Barber x arrested!Reader — how they meet

A/b/o angst

Silverfox!lawyer!Andy Barber

Silverfox!mob!Steve Rogers

Werepanther!Andy Barber gets set up with human!Reader

Merman!Curtis Everett x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Ladybug

Werewolf!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Fae!Ransom Drysdale x human!Reader

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis gives reader a sad goodbye

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xsapphirescrollsx · 1 year

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Bitch! Please write Demon Dr. Barber x plus size BLACK reader & Make it Nasty!!

Demon Dr Barbar x Plus Size Black Reader

@titty-teetee Deffo rusty, lol but I tried! I hope you like it <3

Andrew Barber, Andy for short and Doctor Barber to his patients, tossed the razor sharp edged blade to the wood floor of your bedroom. He watched your hip writhe under his grip as the rest of your underwear fell away. On his knees, his fingers delicately unfolding you, spreading you open as a bible to a theologian. Andy’s eyes burned with hate but his heart, if you could call that black void a caring center, filled with obsession.

He licked long, tasting what was now his, the bushy hair of his chin tickled your skin in the wake his tongue and you shuddered. His long fingers glided over the curvy lines of your hips, he pushed his face in harder to your core and pulled you closer as he sunk his tongue all the way in. An unexpected shriek from your throat hardened his dick. The tortured squirming, the hurting and yearning panted whimpering he caused you to express exploded pride in his chest.

Andy felt his eyes cloud, he wasn’t afraid but he knew you might be as he rose from between your thick legs. It was time, he decided. He was was glad of the dim light shade, but as the darkness swirled inside him it pulled away the golden hue illuminating the room. He watched you now, laying there your skin glowing under what might be described as moonlight. You opened your eyes looked toward him as Andy slowly descended over your body.

His legs between yours, spreading you further open, he felt the jump in your heartbeat as your eyes met his now completely blackened orbs. He smiled down at you while grabbing your wrists in anticipation that you might try and fight back.

“It’s time to pay your due,” his deep voice whispered.

He watched you blink once, twice, and struggle to understand what you were seeing. And like he knew you would you did try move from him. Andy held you there, his hips pushed forward. This was his favorite moment, your eyes widen as he invaded your will, your body.

Wicked. If demons could love this was it. Pouncing on the woman, you, that he wanted to possess body and soul Andy began to ensure that you took every inch of him. And when your mouth fell open in a silent scream he put his mouth over yours. His devilish forked tongue, surprisingly warm and wet slid in. He jerked your hands over your head, picked up his thrusting pace and kept taking your breath away with every rub of his tongue over yours. Consuming you and feeling you give over your will to only him Andy promised himself this one would be different.

This human woman would live. Even as ghostly wisps of black shadow descended over and with every breath you strived for started to feel as if your lifeforce was draining. Andy held back and waited.

Your pained moans turned to yearning whispers after every kiss. You cinched around him the shorter his strokes became. Faster, more driven thrusts had your body shaking until you reached the pleasurable end. But Andy kept going. Once again devoting himself to holding back his instinct to send you into a delicious anguishing experience for his pleasure. He allowed another desire to take root, one that usurped the will of his human mother. The one his angel father used to conquer a mortal womb.

Andy let go, pouring sinfulness into you and the room went black.

#Andy Barber #dark!Andy Barber #Black Reader #x black reader #x black!fem!reader #x black!reader #black!reader x dark!#black reader x dark!

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Beautiful Chaos

AN: So this was supposed to be a drabble, based on a gif that Alice the menace sent me, but I had a thot and it spiralled into this modern fantasy AU! I hope you enjoy.

Beta’d by the menace herself, @flordeamatista

Dividers by @firefly-graphicsgraphics

Moodboard by me, but the wonderful edit of Andy by @jen-with-a-pen, who was brilliant at realising my vision.

Masterlist

Relationship: Eldritch Andy Barber x Fae Plus-sized reader

Word Count: 5k

CW: Soft Dark Andy Barber, very mild horror aspects, kidnapping, consensual smut (inc mild blood play, tentacles, triple penetration in one hole, rough sex, dacryphilia, blacking out during sex) mild angst.

As soon as you’d walked into this town, your Fae senses had told you that staying was a bad idea, that an Eldritch creature had already made its home here. It would be dangerous to stay, even for a few days; if you could sense them, they could sense you, but you were never one for being sensible. Your heart was too big for that. If an Eldritch was here, it would be using its influence for chaos and evil. You almost felt beholden to make a difference, to exert some of your own influence to balance it all out.

So you stayed.

You really shouldn't have done, but you did.

It didn’t take long for you and the creature to find each other. It was an inevitability, your aura’s calling to the other, like opposing magnetic poles. You were intrigued by them, wondering what form they would take, and how they would carry out their machinations.

The Eldritch had appeared shortly after the dawn of man, born of their fears, their nightmares. The things that stalked them in the shadows and through the dream worlds. Full of arrogance they called themselves the Elder Gods, although to be fair, they were some of the first beings to be worshipped as such.

But the Fae were older. Much older.

They were well established as a race when apes had started to walk upright and clothe themselves. The Fae had watched in wonderment as this new species took its first steps towards full sentience, and with that, the building of a cooperative society.

However, as such a primitive species, they were wary of anything that looked different, and worried that, like the creatures of the dark they had willed into being, the Fae would try to hurt them. It was then that your people had developed the skill of glamour, to hide your true selves and to appear as a mortal. They had realised that this new race was susceptible to suggestion, and that the Eldritch were using this fact to sow chaos. It was therefore decided that the Fae would work to redress the balance. Using their glamour they could get close to the humans and ‘nudge’ them back towards kindness.

The nightmare creatures adjusted their tack though, observing the Fae and learning how to glamour themselves, which allowed them to wreak further havoc, being able to influence the mortals without driving them mad. At least until they revealed themselves once they had got what they wanted.

So you cloaked yourself, suppressing your natural golden glow and hiding your wings to appear as a normal primary school teacher; all honeysuckle smiles and encouraging words. Someone that others would gravitate to, listen to, give respect to. Who could get involved without comment in almost every social event in this small town’s calendar. You could exert your influence to encourage kindness in lots of different people, from the students you taught, all the way up to the elderly general store-keeper, who would be called ‘curmudgeonly’ at best.

You met your counterpart on your third night, as you took yourself to the only bar in town. You’d gone pretty early - it wouldn't be the done thing for the new teacher to be seen cavorting with the town’s miscreants, or even just the town gentlemen. You didn’t want to alienate anyone, but you needed to familiarise yourself with everywhere your skills may be of use.

As soon as you walked in, you were aware of them. You could feel their murky green aura, and hear the otherworldly screams of the insane that swirled around them. Your head turned and there they were, looking back at you. Sitting right at the bar, front and centre, for all to see, but of course, the mortals around you could only see the glamour.

You had to admit, you were impressed. The creature was male (as much as the Eldritch actually had genders) and the form he had taken was, well, extremely attractive. Tall, broad, but fit and lean. Brown hair, thick and tamed, covered his head, with a matching, and equally as thick beard, framing his jaw. Eyes the blue-green of the ocean, inviting you to dive into their depths. You felt your wings beat as your heart rate increased, and were glad they were hidden from the eyes of those around you.

The creature smiled and gestured to the empty bar stool beside him, an invitation from one professional to another. You sat, carefully, smoothing the light skirt of your dress over your generous thighs, grateful that it reached almost to your knees. You had pantyhose on underneath, and even that thin layer felt like extra protection from the brazen gaze of the creature.

He held out his hand, his palm as broad as the rest of him, his fingers long and tapered. You hesitated for a moment. You’d never been this close to an Eldritch before, and although you knew you wouldn’t burst into flames just from touching him, you still had a sense of trepidation. When you finally did place your hand in his, you felt how soft his skin was. Whatever he did here, in his guise, it wasn’t manual.

“Welcome, little Fae. And what brings you to this backwards, podunk town?”

“My nature, I suppose. My calling.” You gave a small, delicate shrug. “The same thing that brought you here, I reckon, even if our natures are opposite to each other…?” You let the end of your sentence hang so he could tell you how he wanted to be addressed.

“Call me Andy. That’s what I go by here. I’m the town lawyer.”

You couldn’t hold back your snort of laughter.

“A lawyer, really? I suppose, if you are wanting to spread chaos and evil, you couldn’t really pick a better cover.”

“And you picked a school teacher.”

You inclined your head in acknowledgement.

“Touché.”

You turned to the bar and ordered a drink, although just a club soda, as you knew you ought to keep a clear head. You had a brief conversation with the barman as he filled your glass and you handed over some cash, telling him to keep the change, and you knew that Andy was watching the interaction with interest.

When your server moved to the other end of the bar to deal with another patron, Andy leaned in closer, and suddenly his cordial demeanor disappeared.

“Now, Fae, as lovely as this has been… as lovely”, his eyes roved over you, obvious and unabashed, “as you are, I am telling you now, to leave. Leave this town. Find yourself another cosy little place. This town is mine. It’s not for the likes of you with your golden glow and your kindness.”

His tone was menacing, obviously trying to frighten you away. However, you were stubborn, it was what had made you stay in the first place, and you didn’t frighten easily.

“No.”

You looked him dead in the eye, and could see the swirling green mists of his true self within them.

“Excuse me?”

He looked shocked, as though he wasn’t used to anyone, mortal or otherwise, questioning him.

“I don’t want to. I like it here. Feel like I could really make a difference.”

He scowled and grabbed his beer bottle, tossing back the last of it, before standing up. Then, without warning he gripped your chin, squishing your mouth and cheeks. You struggled to stay still. You didn’t want to create a scene - it could backfire on you big time.

“I don’t really give a shit what you want. Get out of my town, Fae. It would be better for both of us if you did.”

He let you go with a shove and you watched him stalk out as you circled your jaw to lessen the ache, before taking a gulp of your drink, letting the cool liquid sooth you.

After such an introduction, any of your brethren would tell you to heed the warning, go somewhere where it would be easier to work your magic, without someone from the otherside actively working in the opposite direction.

But where would be the challenge in that?

You started small. Small was always easy and tended to have the longest lasting impacts.

A kind word here, a small, inconsequential favour there. If only humans understood how just being nice, being respectful to their fellows could change the world for good. It also seemed to help that you and Andy had different target demographics.

It wasn’t difficult to spot his involvement when it was revealed that the town sheriff, a man who had held the position for years, was discovered to be not only corrupt, but also a pervert, stalking and grooming the young townswomen who’d known him for years. And when he’d been led in cuffs from the station to the car of the state troopers, he’d broken, screaming incoherently about the nightmares that would come to take everyone. As the only lawyer available Andy accompanied him, returning a few days later, shaking his head and talking about how sad it was that a man like the sheriff had obviously lost his mind.

You tried your best to avoid him, but there were obviously occasions when you bumped into each other. The tension when you did was palpable , and you knew it wasn’t just your own. From the way his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared, you knew he felt it too. You tried to convince yourself that it was natural to feel on edge when you were in close proximity to your opposite, but, deep down, you knew it wasn’t just that. It wasn’t just his glamour either. It was obviously helpful to him that his exterior was extremely easy on the eye, but where you were concerned, that wasn’t the whole picture.

No, you could also see his mysterious, swirling aura, and when you were close enough you swore you could feel the touch of his chaos stroking over your skin, raising goosebumps and sending a shiver through you. It shouldn’t have been as intoxicating as it was; you shouldn’t like the feel of it, but you did. Maybe it was because you’d been shielded from danger most of your life? Like a child who is told not to touch something hot or sharp, but reaches out for it anyway; the curiosity is too much to ignore.

And it was therefore your downfall.

The end of summer arrived and in celebration the town had organised a big community cook-out. All the men had dragged their grills out to the field on the edge of town, bordered on one side by the river and on another by the woods. All large community events happened there; the 4th of July picnic and fireworks, the mid-summer fun fair, the kids Easter egg hunt, and there was a buzz in the air as you approached, carrying a pair of apple pies to add to the dessert table. You hadn’t made them yourself - mortals consuming fae food was never a good idea - but you had gone to the best bakery in town, and it was the thought that counted, right?

Once you had deposited them with ladies from the church, who had designated themselves the keepers of dessert, you flitted from group to group. You helped some of the moms organise games for the younger kids, then talked to a few of your co-workers about the upcoming start of the school year, before taking a turn to help dish out the fixings; you hadn’t made them so it was okay. However, most of all you were both keeping away from, and keeping an eye on Andy. A few times your gazes had locked and once he’d even raised his beer bottle to you in silent salute. Or was it a challenge? You couldn’t be sure.

You wondered if he would try something here; Unleash his chaotic influence on the crowd?

You hoped not.

Eventually, though, Andy and his machinations were pushed to the back of your mind, as you laughed and joked and played with your neighbours. You couldn’t help but use your own influence, a kind word here, a suggestion to assist someone else there. You could feel the golden waves of love and joy spreading throughout the crowd, and you felt buoyed by it.

However, as the sun started to set, it happened. It was only a small disruption, a little bit of malicious chaos, but you realised later it was only meant to have one major effect. To disorientate you and separate you from everyone else. You had to admit that Andy picked his targets well.

Sudden shouting and banging, accompanied by bright lights had you turning. A group of young males, highschoolers caught between boyhood and manhood, had somehow gotten hold of some fireworks and decided to let them off. The gunpowder driven projectiles flew in all directions, and everyone ran for cover, women screaming and children crying. You ducked down, running to the tree line at the edge of the woods, and hid behind a sturdy trunk, catching your breath. That, however, was when Andy revealed his plan.

A large hand came across your mouth, stifling any noise you might make, whilst his opposite arm wrapped around your soft waist and he hauled you up, using his otherworldly strength to drag you deeper into the woods. You kicked your heels against his shins, but he seemed impervious to it. You shouldn’t have been surprised.

You weren’t sure how long Andy carried you through the forest. It was probably for only a few minutes, but it felt like a life-time, as you struggled ineffectually against his hold. Even your wings couldn’t help you, pinned as they were between your back and his firm chest.

Eventually though, he came to a halt and thrust you away, dragging a hand down his face and over his beard as he watched you fall to the ground, amongst the brush and leaf litter. You could barely see, the remaining sunlight almost entirely blocked out by the canopy of the trees, so you dropped your glamour. Your skin began to glow with a golden light and your wings became visible, shining with a spectrum of colours.

For a moment, Andy seemed to be taken aback, as he took in your true form, but he collected himself quickly, his features schooling themselves into a dark scowl.

“I told you to leave.”

You picked yourself up from the ground, brushing clods of soil and other detritus off your dress, and pulled yourself up to your full height. It wasn’t very impressive against Andy’s towering stature, but it was all you could do.

“And I said I didn’t want to.”

He moved suddenly and swiftly, closing in on you and making you step back until the trunk of a nearby tree halted your progress. He followed you as you retreated, caging you in as he pressed his palms against the bark either side of your head. His features were lit up by your glow, and the green swirls of chaos were visible once again in his eyes.

“It would have been better for both of us if you had listened. We shouldn’t be in this close proximity to each other.”

You scoffed.

“Says the man who dragged me into the forest, and now has me pinned up against a tree. If you don’t want to be close to me, let me go.”

His eyes narrowed and you saw a flash of some emotion you couldn’t place. His right hand dropped and he brushed his knuckles down your cheek, a gesture far more gentle and tender than you would’ve expected from him. Unexpected shivers ran down your spine and your eyes went wide.

“You misunderstand, little Fae. I said we shouldn’t, not that I didn’t want to be.”

In that moment you placed the emotion he’d shown.

Lust.

Pure and simple.

You only had time to gasp in a breath before he cupped your face with his right hand and captured your lips in a punishing kiss. Now, you weren’t innocent; you’d had a few dalliances with other Fae over the centuries, and even the odd mortal here and there, but from the moment he touched you, you knew that he would be a lover unlike any other, be that for good or ill.

You immediately felt as though he was devouring you, burning you up in his chaotic fire.

Before you even realised it, you were clinging to him, returning his kiss with the same ardour. His other hand came down, gripping your waist and holding you in place, as he pressed the full length of his body against you. An involuntary whine spilt from your lips as he dragged his own from you, but he continued to trail kisses down your jaw and neck.

“You are driving me insane, Fae. Do you know how ridiculous that is? I haven’t been able to fulfil my true nature since your arrival. All my attempts have been feeble and washed out. My mind has been full of you. Wanting to claim you, even in your glamoured state.”

His nose rubbed up the column of your throat, inhaling your scent deeply.

“But now! Now I have seen your true form, I can never let you go. You are mine, little fairy. Mine to feast upon. Your corruption will be my greatest achievement.”

You should be scared by his speech, horrified at the prospect, but you were too far gone. Your wings started to beat, raising your body up so your faces were level, so you could wrap your legs around his narrow waist. His fingers dug into your flesh, and despite his own glamour still being in place you could feel his talons pricking your skin. A strange feeling flowed over your thighs and tightened around your middle, and you knew it was his tentacles, hidden but still binding you to him.

“Andy!” His name tripped from your tongue like a prayer.

You dragged his face back to yours, wanting nothing more than to drown in your combined passion, consequences be damned. Then your fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, pulling the fabric apart and rubbing your hands over the soft chest hair of his mortal disguise. Your hips bucked as he nipped at your bottom lip, his sharp Eldritch teeth cutting you slightly. His tongue lapped over the small wound, tasting you, and he moaned. The sound made your head spin, the thought that he was as intoxicated with you as you were with him pushing the last vestiges of reason from your mind.

Although you couldn’t see it, you felt one of his tentacles moving higher up your thigh, closer and closer to your panties, now wet with your arousal. The tip of it brushed across the sodden fabric, rubbing over your clit and you whined. The movement repeated, the barest twitch of the supple appendage, and sparks flew across your vision. Your own sharp claws dug into his flesh, an untamed part of you coming to the fore. You let go of him and struggled with the buttons down the front of your dress, eventually just tearing at them.The fabric was too restricting, getting in the way of the feel of his flesh against your own.

As your skin was bared to him, Andy’s lips travelled across the swell of your breasts, sucking your flesh and raising marks, before sucking at your nipples through the lacy fabric of your bra. The ache between your thighs was almost painful, your arousal reaching new heights.

You were desperate for more. Anything more.

Then more came, in the feeling of your panties being ripped away, the flimsy cotton no match for Andy’s tentacles. They coiled higher and tighter around your thighs and you cried out as you felt them sliding between your folds. Your head fell back against the tree with a thud.

“Andy! By the light!”

“Yes, my darling Fae. Feel me.”

Through hooded lids you could see his skin taken on a green tinge as his glamour started to slip. His teeth looked sharper, and his muscles even more defined, but your observation of him came to a halt as one of his tentacles started to push its way inside your aching pussy. You let out an animalistic cry as he filled and stretched you. Your fingers curled, your talons breaking Andy’s skin causing 8 tiny spots of green blood to well to the surface.

Andy sighed in satisfaction, pumping into you while his hands roamed your body, igniting fires over your skin.

“More. I need more,”

He chuckled, his lips curving against you skin.

“A greedy little thing, aren’t you. But you want more? I can give you more….” A second tentacle joined the first, pulsing inside you, and stretching you even further. There were more brushes over your engorged clit and you felt yourself on the precipice of something hereto unknown.

“No, no, no. I need you.”

“But you have me, Fae. You currently have more of me than any other creature has in centuries.”

His tentacles squirmed inside you and you shifted, clenching down on them and letting out another pathetic needy noise. You still needed more. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and there was an incessant buzzing inside your skull.

“I… I…”

Words floated away. Only the burning need remained. A singular tear broke free from your lashes and rolled down your cheek, only to be caught up by Andy’s tongue, long and forked.

“Oh, you are so delicious. And don’t worry. I know what you need. I can give it to you.”

When and how he’d released his pants, you were unsure, but your brain didn’t care about the logistics. Maybe they were part of his glamour, as he didn’t really have legs, and therefore never existed at all? But despite how full you felt in your core, it was nothing as Andy began to push his cock inside of you, his tentacles holding your weeping pussing open for him without leaving it.

More tears of pleasure flowed down your face, each and every one lapped up by your otherworldly lover, your hips bucking as you accommodated all he had to give you inside of your body.

“Andy! Fuck!

You felt pinned like a butterfly, your own wings beating just as ineffectually, as he bottomed out inside you. Then, as his other tentacles gripped your waist he began to thrust up into you.

“There you go, fairy. Take it. Take it all.”

All you could do was hold on, your claws shredding the fabric of his shirt and scratching up his shoulders, as he bounced you on his cock and tentacles. Your plump thighs were locked around his waist, and your lips were pressed to his, a messy kiss of tongues and two pairs of sharp teeth.

Andy’s glamour was slipping even more; you could see the green appendages around your waist, and his skin had almost entirely lost its mortal hue. You should be scared. Why weren’t you scared? Why did you find him terrifyingly beautiful?

“I want to see you.” You mumbled your entreaty against his lips as you nipped at each other.

“‘S not a good idea, Fae. It could drive you mad.”

“You already make me crazy. Please.”

You rocked your hips and gave yourself over to the feeling of fullness, the caress of your clit and breasts, all the sensations he was wreaking on your body criss-crossing and overlapping until all you could do was feel. You knew your orgasm was approaching, the darts of pleasure shooting through you gaining in intensity. Your glow increased, brightening the woods around you.

“Please, please please.” You whispered against his mouth, kissing up the stray droplets of blood.

His. Yours. You could no longer tell. You were one being.

You felt it then. A shift in Andy’s aura. The last vestiges of his glamour falling away and you forced your eyes open and drew your head back to look at him in his true form.

Your already dizzy mind spun more, your eyes trying to make sense of the visage before you. Saliva and blood dripped from his fangs as he smiled, terrifyingly wide. His eyes were dark green voids, leading you down. Down into the abyss.

“Ssseee me asss I am, Fae.”

You screamed as you came, light bursting forth from you, before the world went blessedly dark.

It was fully night when you woke up some hours later. You blinked your eyes open, taking in the shafts of moonlight that made their way through the tree branches above you. Your hands curled in the grass beneath you and you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. A flash of discomfort arced through your core and you winced. You increased your glow to see that your dress hung in tatters around your body, your bared flesh covered in cuts and marks. You were also alone.

What had you done?

You, a fae, had lain with an Eldritch, a creature of nightmare and madness. It went against the natural order of things, and could never happen again.

You bit your lip to stifle your gasps as you rose to your feet, and you couldn’t even be bothered to put your glamour back on as you carefully limped home.

Home.

Not anymore. You couldn’t stay. You couldn’t be in this town and around Andy and keep your distance.

A bubble of sardonic laughter escaped your throat.

Andy had won. He’d convinced you, finally, to leave.

12 months later

You hummed as you bustled around the kitchen of your new home, sorting out the best places for all the items.

You’d tried to put the past behind you, move on, but over the last year you hadn’t been able to settle. Some force was keeping you moving, driving you to move to different places.Staying still would be the worst thing. You knew it, down to your bones. This place would do though, at least for a few months until the itch to move on got too much to ignore.

You’d seen a few of your own kind over the last year, but the looks they’d given you let you know that they knew what you’d done and that they didn’t approve. It was a lonely, nomadic life for you now.

A bark of laughter sounded from the other room, pulling you out of your doldrums and you grinned as you went to find your new roommate. At least you had her to keep you company. You knew she would go where you went.

Growing up you’d heard of sprites, mischievous spirits that seemed to straddle both chaos and kindness. Almost fae, but not quite. They’d always been talked about in hushed whispers though, and you’d never met one until six months ago. You’d recognised her for what she was immediately. A shock of green hair, tiny, vestigial wings that were more a barometer for her emotions than anything else, and a propensity to get into trouble at the drop of a hat and then disarm you with a smile.

And when you’d seen her, you understood the whispers, and why those like her were so rare.

“Mama!”

Two chubby arms raised up and reached for you.

Fae gestation was far quicker than mortals, and infant development just as rapid, so your daughter had the look of a two year old human about her, despite only being half a year old. She was too young to hold her own glamour, so you’d had to dye her hair dark brown to cover her natural green, and luckily her tiny wings were easily hidden with a coat. Hopefully by the time next spring rolled around she would have enough control to hide them herself. The only major issue at the moment was her propensity to get into trouble, and the way she subconsciously influenced those around her.

And how when she smiled she revealed two rows of sharp pointed teeth. You had to admit, she was the main reason you kept moving.

You scooped your daughter up into your arms with a laugh.

“Hey, Butterfly! How’re you doing?”

She leant forward and blew a raspberry into your neck, making you both giggle.

As hard as it had been to accept you were pregnant and then ostracised from Fae society, you were comforted by the fact that you weren’t the only one to have fallen. The existence of sprites proved it. Others had coupled with Eldritch before you; you weren’t some kind of freak.

“Mama! Door!”

Your little menace pointed towards the oak wood and you looked between it and her, confused for a moment until a knock sounded. Trepidation lanced through you before you brushed it away. Surely it was only one of your new neighbours welcoming you with small town pleasantries. With your baby on your hip you walked open and pulled open the door.

Your smile you had ready on your face froze. You froze.

“Dada!”

Your daughter leant forward from your grip, arms reaching and Andy plucked her from your grasp.

“Hey, Sprite. Good to meet you.” He dropped a kiss onto her dimpled cheek and she giggled, before he turned his attention to you.

“And hello to you, Fae. I think we have some things to discuss.”

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#andy barber x reader #andy barber x plus size reader #andy barber x you #eldritch #eldritch andy barber #fae reader #modern fantasy #late writes

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Sloth's Kinktober 2.0 Masterlist

Ah, the weather is finally getting cooler. The nights are longer. It's officially spooky season. And with it, my second attempt at kinktober! Thank you everyone who submitted a request! There were so many delicious and devious thots that I can't wait to share with you all!

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Food Play - Dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

Pet Play - Bucky Barnes x Trans!Male!Puppy!Reader

Knife Play - Robert Pronge x Reader

Pegging - Sub!Loki Laufeyson x afab!Reader

Body Worship - Sub!Preserum!Steve Rogers x Reader

Size Kink - Frat boy!Chris Evans x SHORT!Fem!Reader

Shibari - Bruce Banner x Reader

CG/l - Tony Stark x Reader

Yandere - Ari Levinson x Reader

Cheating - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Impact Play (Spanking) - Daddy!Lee Bodecker x Babyboy

Primal Play - Alpha!Andy Barber x Alpha!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Double Penetration - Andy Barber x August Walker x Fem!Reader

Biting - Werewolf!Lee Bodecker x Plus Size!Reader

Group Sex - Orgyverse Gang

Ovipositing - Venom x Eddie Brock x Reader

Somnophila - Dark!Andy Barber x Male!Reader

Threesome - Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Steve Rogers x Succubus!Reader

Cum Play - Jake Jensen x Ghost!Reader

Overstimulation- Tentacle!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Blood Play - Vampire!Tony Stark x Reader

Praise Kink - Curtis Everett x Short!Reader

Knotting - Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sex Toys - Steve Rogers x Reader

Gagging - Orc!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Innocence Kink - Dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Chase Kink - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Fear Play - Andy Barber x Reader

Holding - Sugar Baby!Ransom Drysdale x Daddy!Reader

Daddy Kink - Gabe Kapler x Fem!Reader

Surprise fic for us all

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boxofbonesfic · 1 year

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“Do No Harm” 🔥

Doctor!Steve Kemp x Nurse!Reader

Summary: Hospitals are haunted by death, by things that might have been, could have been—are. But the ghosts that haunt St. Everett’s Hospital seem to be more than just rumors spread by the older nurses. These ghosts are hungry.

“Tepata”

Minotaur!Thor x Reader

Summary: You are the lamb led to slaughter, you are the demon’s mistress, the monster’s bride—you are the one who lived.

“Reciprocity” 🔥

Lloyd Hansen x Ex-Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Your toxic ex doesn’t take too kindly to his portrayal in your best-selling self-help debut.

“What if, What if”🔥

Dark Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Summary: To make ends meet, you begin selling your panties online. But when one of your subscribers begins to get pushy, you’re forced to reevaluate.

“Inside”🔥

Dark!Steve Rogers x Plus Size!Reader, Peter Parker x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: It’s easy to see what people want you to see, the things they readily show you, the secrets they easily share. But you will come to learn that none of that counts for anything—not inside.

“Dust to Dust”🔥

Soft Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: Your momma always warned you about men with badges. Nothing good could come of a man with too much power and nobody to answer to, that’s what she said. Her theory is tested when your younger brother is caught up in something he shouldn’t be, and the Sheriff agrees to look the other way—for a price.

“America’s Next Top Asshole”🧸

Model!Ransom x Model!Reader

Summary: Wanna be on top? Of course you do—and that’s why, after fighting your way through an entire season’s worth of competitors, you can’t bear to lose to Ransom-fucking-Drysdale. Sweet one minute, and sour the next—like sugar venom.

“[Redacted]” 🔥

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: At the height of summer, the power grid goes down in New York City. You, of course, are grateful that *the* Captain America takes it upon himself to make sure you get home safe and sound.

“Burn it all” 🔥

Ghostface!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter knows love. He knows the softness of it, knows what it feels like to be wrapped in it—but he knows it can be hard too. Cutting and sharp and bloody—but he can do it for you. He would do anything for you.

“Into Fire” 🔥

Soft Dark!Andy Barber x Divorcee!Reader

Summary: Your bitter divorce suddenly becomes easier to manage when you hire a new attorney. His results are so good they should be illegal—in fact, they actually might be.

i can’t wait to see what you guys choose!

#fic lottery #choose your fighter #voice from the bones #boxofbonesfic

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Massage: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Masseuse!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 3: Public Sex: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 4: Degrading: Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 5: Knife Play: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 9: Size Kink: Beefy!Ari Levison x Petite!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 10: Blood Kink: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️

Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 12: Anal: Dark!Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 13: Choking: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 14: Phone Sex: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Needy!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙

Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿

Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 28: Thigh Fucking: Eddie Munson x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 29: Body Worship: Soft!Wanda Maximoff x Insecure!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 30: Daddy Kink: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

#kinktober #2022 kinktober #fanfic #fandom #fanfiction

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Here's the first rec list of 2023!! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🔥

Bucky Barnes ✨

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Dress you up in my love by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Thin ice by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader

Adventures in babysitting by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Relax by @kinanabinks

Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

There's really a wolf by @flordeamatista

DBF!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Princess Reader

Ravenous by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Good peach by @wndalovebot

bucky barnes x afab!reader

Picture perfect by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader

Peaches and cream by @angrythingstarlight

Baker!Bucky

Covet by @labella420

Dark!Mob! Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Vodka on the rocks by @kinanabinks

Bestfriend!Bucky f!reader

A little help by @mavsstar

DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Forever by @callingsergeantbarnes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Chefs kiss by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

She drives me crazy by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Made for lovin' you by @beefybuckrrito

Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

One hot ticket by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Wicked games by @honeystevie

Steve Rogers x Asian!reader

Tonight by @springdandelixn

Husband!Steve x Fem!Reader

Run rabbit run / trapped in a tangled web / mistaken identity by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Steve x F!Reader

Colin Shea ✨

Maybe in the meantime by @rebel-stardust

Colin Shea x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Good for you by @flordeamatista

DBF!Ari Levinson x Reader

Little fears by @onsunnyside

Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

Solve the riddle by @geminixevans-stan

Retired Pornstar!Ari Levinson x Black!Reader

Our last summer by @summerofsnowflakes

DBF!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Unearned confidence by @sharpsapphic666

Steve Harrington x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Pressure by @thornsnvultures

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader

Andy Barber ✨

Marked with my initial by @frostironfudge

Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Love you in a thousand ways by @targaryenvampireslayer

Sam Wilson x female reader

Multiple characters ✨

Late night visitor by @dreamlessinparis

Mob!Destroyer!Chris x F!Reader x Mob!Bucky, Lee Bodecker x F!Reader (established couple, married)

The chase by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!alpha!Sam Wilson x female!omega reader x dark!alpha!Bucky Barnes

Three's a party by @traitorjoelite

stucky x reader

#fic rec #january fic rec #bucky barnes #eddie munson #steve rogers #colin shea #ari levinson #steve harrington #lee bodecker #andy barber #sam wilson #destroyer!chris

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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waiting

pairing: dark!andy barber x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. angst angst angst. mommy issues. mentions of pregnancy. allusion to thoughts of abortion (this blog is firmly pro choice btw). self loathing. everyone is just really mean to poor reader. ☹️. oh and a mention or two of mr. ransom drysale 😶 if i’m missing something important pls feel free to let me know.

words: 5.3k

notes: i’ve had this fic in my wips since july and finished since the beginning of this month, i just never posted it lol but i’m so excited to share it finally. this definitely isn’t for everyone and really was just an indulgent write but if you do read this, i hope you enjoy the angst. comments and reblogs are more than welcome and appreciated. i’d love to hear what you think. thank you for reading 🖤

The flickering light in the nearly empty emergency room was unsettling. Your mind was taunting you as you sat in the waiting area, the chair beneath you growing harder and more uncomfortable with each passing minute.

You had jinxed yourself.

Cursing your fate mere hours ago and dwelling on how horribly things were going lately, thinking it couldn’t possibly get any worse.. Of course, it could.

In all honesty, you didn’t really know why you were here. Maybe just as an excuse to try and avoid the inevitable.

Maybe it was some sick sense of guilt hanging over you..

A part of you now desperate to remember the sense of comfort you could find in her - even if only for a few moments. As hard as you’ve tried these last 24 hours, you just couldn’t seem to remember what it felt like. You started to wonder if there was really anything to remember at all. But there had to be, right? She was your mother. There had to be. And then your phone rang. You didn’t let yourself think before you told whoever was on the other end that you would be there soon. You just called an Uber and went right down. Now here you were.

Whatever it was that drove you here - fear, guilt, obligation, a need for reassurance - that maybe this all wouldn’t be so bad, it brought you to this moment. Waiting with baited breath for your name to be called, for someone to escort you to her room, to finally see the damage she had done with her refusal to help herself. You felt bad, though you knew you shouldn’t. The damage she had done to you could be seen every time you looked in the mirror.

Stare too long at your reflection and you're lost again to the darkness that has managed to follow you all your life. You felt hollow a lot of the time, but the more apt word would be numb. Because you weren’t hollow by any means. No, you were full to the brim with hurt and anger and despair. You didn’t like feeling that. So numbness was better.

Just try to forget. Don’t let your mind sit in silence for too long. It was prone to wandering. And so were you. Maybe that’s why you were in the position you were now. You could never let yourself be content. Always searching, always reaching for something more. Something that could finally make you feel. Force you to feel. You just didn’t realize that it would lead you to him. That anyone could ever make you feel as much as he did. That you could ever feel like this.

The flickering of the light was bad, but the seemingly deafening silence was worse.

Until it wasn’t.

The entrance door slid open and you vaguely heard the footfall of whoever had just entered approaching behind you while the chilling breeze from outside came rushing in with them.

The shadow loomed over you and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The creaking of the old chair as he sat directly behind you was irksome, as was his unwanted presence. Maybe if you just pretended he wasn’t there, you wouldn’t have to deal with him right now. Maybe he’d just go away for tonight. Maybe he’d be kind enough to leave you alone.

You could have scoffed out loud at yourself.

Kindness wasn’t really his thing. Not lately. And if you’d learned anything these past six months it was that the times you most wished he’d leave you be, were the times he was sure not to.

Waiting for him to move or speak or to do something, anything at all, was even more frustrating and did nothing to help settle the anxiety that was already turning your stomach. You couldn’t take the silence a moment longer. You spoke with your back to him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been calling you all night,” he responded without answering your question. You could hear the edge in his tone and it only served to piss you off. He had the audacity to be upset when he knew what was going on. You weren’t stupid enough to just not show up when he expected you at his place, you texted him and told him where you’d be and why. It wasn’t like you were hiding from him. At least not in a way he could prove.

“Yeah, well, I've been a little preoccupied.” you said harshly. Biting your lip as you instantly regretted your tone. Not that he didn’t deserve it, but you couldn’t deal with the repercussions you’d get for it from him right now. You were already on the verge of breaking completely.

“Sweetheart,” he leaned forward in his chair as he spoke, voice hard, getting even closer to you as if his presence wasn’t already all together suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “I’m sorry, I just- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here. I’ve been waiting since I texted you. They won’t let me back there.”

Truthfully, you were more upset about the news you’d gotten yesterday than you were about the wait - you weren’t even really sure you wanted to go back there. Their ignorance of you was more helpful than you were sure they realized. You couldn't be accused of not showing up, it’s not like it was your fault they never got to you. You were still there.

You didn’t speak that aloud though, and he wouldn’t have given you any time to if you’d wanted.

He clicked his tongue and got up without saying a word and walked to the receptionist. You watched as they spoke, his charm shining through as the young woman was in complete admiration at the man before her. If only she knew the real him. If only anyone knew what he was really like. But no. He saved his true self for you and you alone.

The shrill laughter of the woman pierced your ears as Andy smiled, charming oozing off of him. You were reminded of the first time you met him. How easily you had fallen for his act, much the same way. Laughing shyly at his compliments and smiling softly at that same smirk you now dread. The one that haunts your dreams at night after he finally grants you some peace. He’d taken over everything. Every aspect of your life. All of you.

He didn’t care. Not really. Not about the situation. Not even truly about you. He could pretend all he liked, but you knew the truth, whether he accepted it or not.

He didn’t care, he just wanted people to believe he did. That’s what it felt like. And damn did they believe. You had, too. Until you got too close. Finally saw him drop the facade.

Sometimes you could convince yourself it was better this way. To really know him, to know the truth. It helped you not feel so much like a fool anymore. And the way you saw people react to him, falling for every kind smile and caring word, that helped too. You couldn’t blame yourself, he was just so damn good at hiding it.

The woman behind the desk pressed a button and the door leading further into the hospital buzzed open. Andy smiled at her again, giving her a soft ‘thank you’.

He stood at the door, looking at you while holding it open, waiting for you to get up. You stared blankly a moment, your body not wanting to move. This was stupid. Seeing her wouldn’t change anything. It’d do no good for either of you. In fact, it’d probably just send you spiraling even further. You never should have come here in the first place. Never should have answered the phone to begin with. You had bigger problems to worry about. This was too much. It was all too much. Maybe you could visit her after she got home, but you couldn’t do this, especially not right now. Your heart was starting to race and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You opened your mouth slightly, wanting to speak but no words would come out. You vaguely heard Andy call your name, but didn’t respond to it, not until he loudly cleared his throat and broke through your trance. You looked at him immediately, his annoyance clear in what used to be such kind eyes. You couldn’t find the softness or warmth you did before. Only harsh blue staring a hole through you. You forced your body to move, albeit slowly, standing up and walking toward him. When you were close enough and he was sure no one was watching, he gripped your arm tight and pulled you through the threshold of the door. You stumbled forward, gasping slightly, and tried to pull your arm away, grimacing as his grip was too tight. You looked up at him, pleading without words, eyes begging him to relent. Instead of just letting go of you, he threw your arm away from him and out of his hold. Another needless aggression.

“Stop acting so goddamn catatonic,” he snarled.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” you murmured. “I can’t do this,” you breathed as you tried to move past him, back through the door you’d just entered through.

“Now you want to leave? The second I get you back here? You’re that fucking stubborn. You won’t let me do any nice thing for you, you just like when I’m mean to you, is that it?”

“Andy, please,” you tried to calm him. “It’s not you, I just, I can’t do this, okay. I can’t see her. Please. Let’s just go, I’ll go with you, alright? Wherever you wanted to go tonight, let’s go,” you pleaded. You really couldn’t fathom having to face her. Now that you were so close, you just couldn’t do it. Hell, you were begging the man you’d been trying to keep away from to take you anywhere else, you were that desperate to avoid this reunion.

Your head was down now, staring at his solid chest as he continued to keep you blocked from the door. You felt his hand come up, moving some of your hair out of your face. His touch, deceptively gentle. He moved to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You are leaving with me, you already know that. But we’re not going anywhere until I say we are. You’re gonna be a big girl,” he said, voice dripping with condescension as he gripped your chin painfully, “and do what you came here to do. You can’t run from your fears forever.”

You felt tears welling in your eyes but you fought them back with everything you had.

I hate you I hate you I hate you.

That was all that was running through your head as you blinked away the tears threatening to spill. He didn’t deserve your tears. Neither of them did.

You backed away, lips in a tight line and eyes hard.

A nurse was passing by as you did and Andy was quick to put on a show.

He grabbed your hand gently and it took everything in you not to rip it away. He pulled you back closer and wrapped his arms around you, burying your face in his chest. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Everything’s gonna be okay,” he spoke softly. You couldn’t see his face, so you didn’t know for sure, but you would have bet money he smiled at the nurse as they passed by. Another phony display of comfort.

You weren’t even sure he realized why he was doing it, or how hollow of a gesture it was. You wondered if he really was that deluded that he could think this was a sincere intimate moment between the two of you. His heavy hand was rubbing your back in an attempt to be soothing, and seemed to confirm your thoughts. He turned you in his hold, your back to his chest as he ushered you in the direction of the room number he had been given.

Your feet were only moving because he was pushing you forward. You didn’t know what room you were going to, but when Andy stopped in front of a cracked door, you figured that must be it. You swallowed hard, turning to face him again. Having to see her on your own was enough to leave you feeling sick, but with the news you got yesterday still weighing on you and Andy hovering so close, you felt nearly immobile. The more you thought about what was about to happen, the more anxious you got. You started to think about the last time you’d had to introduce your mother to the person you were seeing. It went horribly, even he agreed. And Ransom had a pretty low bar set for family as it was. Not that he had any room to judge.. Thinking about him and everything that had gone down those few years ago gave you chills even now. How the hell did you constantly end up in these convoluted, fucked up relationships. You worried it said more about you than it did any of them.

“You, you can’t go in,” you said, shaking your head as you avoided eye contact. “She’ll…it’ll be a whole thing,” you tried to explain.

“She doesn’t know about me?” he sniffed.

“I haven’t seen her in over a year,”

“You don’t call?” You cringed at his tone. Accusatory, like he always was, already putting the blame for the rift you had with your mother on you without knowing any of the details. You swallowed the renewed lump forming in your throat and took a stabilizing breath before you responded.

“It’s been a while,” you choked, your voice thick and throat tight.

“Well I can introduce myself just fine,”

You moved to block him from entering the door, earning a stern glare in response.

“I’m only going to say this once,” he seethed. “Move.”

“Let me just talk to her first,” you refused.

His jaw ticked as he stared down at you, eyes narrowed. He huffed, agitated. You thought for a second he was going to listen, but you should have known better. He took a step closer, bending down and grabbing your face in his large hands.

“You’re gonna remember this exact moment later tonight. And you’re gonna regret it.”

His voice was calm, his eyes sure - and you believed him. Your shoulders sagged as you deflated. You weren’t gonna win this one. He brushed past you and entered the room with a knock on the door as he pushed it open. His previous irritation was quickly replaced by his mask of goodheartedness.

You heard her before you saw her, the lilt of her voice paralyzing you.

Suddenly you were a kid all over again, teary eyed and broken hearted at the words that spilled from her lips as she held up clothes to you in the department store, vicious in meaning but so gentle in her delivery. If you didn’t pay attention to the words, you could convince yourself she was reassuring you instead of tearing you apart. That’s what it looked like to passersby, you were sure. The unadulterated spite and barely concealed hatred was saved for you behind closed doors. Living under her roof was your own personal hell and once you got out from under her thumb, you refused to settle back down anywhere. Never believing you were secure, wanted. You just kept searching for what you were longing for, never accepting when you’d found it, or just too scared to stay. Always wandering to the next. You couldn't stay too long or they'd grow to despise you, too.

Who would have thought you'd find yourself trapped again after all these years, all the time you spent desperate to avoid it. It was almost comical. It had to be cosmic. It was like you ran right into him. You wanted to know what you had done in your past life to have cursed yourself to such a fate in this one. How did they keep finding you and what had you done to deserve it? Another devil holding you down. You should have seen it coming. Maybe you did. Maybe it just felt so familiar, the only love you knew as a kid. Anything else you'd received felt like a joke, like you didn't deserve it. Or maybe it was even simpler than that. Maybe you were just tired of trying to outrun fate.

The people you found yourself closest to were always the wolves in sheep’s clothing. Seeming so gentle and loving from the outside, but ready to tear you apart the second they get you alone. Exposed. Vulnerable.

Maybe you did deserve this. The second you started to believe things were finally going right for you, that maybe you could finally be happy, that seeming reality was shattered for you by the very hands you thought were helping put you back together after spending so much of your life feeling absolutely broken.

You didn’t really hear the words they were exchanging as you walked into the room after a moment, taking a heavy breath. When you finally focused in, you heard the end of their brief introductions.

“There’s my daughter,” she announced as you approached. “Look at you,” she intoned, looking you up and down before landing on your face. “You’re all done up. Got all your makeup on.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest uncomfortably as you took a breath, looking away from her. You could hear the judgment clear as day laced in her words.

“It looks pretty,” she tried to compliment when you looked to her, face solemn. “I wish I could do my makeup like that,” she said smiling.

“Thanks, mom,” you replied, taking a step further into the room. You could feel Andy’s gaze on you, watching you intently, waiting for you to make your way to him, you were sure. “...How are you?”

You felt stupid for even asking, but you didn’t really know what else to say.

“Oh, ya know,” she tried to play off. “I’m fine, honey, I’m fine,” she assured you when you looked at her with a slightly raised brow. She took a breath. “I haven’t seen you in over a year. Haven’t heard from you nearly at all, either, I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah. Sorry,” you said, feeling guilty.

“Hey, that’s life, though. Gets hard. Trust me, I know,” she said before she considered you a moment. With just the tilt of her head you knew she was about to say something provocative. “You look so different…. A lot can change in over a year, though, right?” she continued, looking over to Andy deliberately.

“Uhm. Mom, this is Andy Barber. Andy, my mother,” you introduced them only out of obligation. Manners were important to both of them. Something else they had in common.

“So he told me,” she smiled. “I’m assuming you’re… dating?” You swallowed hard as you looked at her before looking to Andy.

“Six months now,” he responded for you, walking to where you were still standing, smiling softly as he put his arm around you. It was deceptively sweet, comforting. You almost wanted to let yourself relax into him, use him as a shield against the vitrole you knew would be coming eventually.

“Six months? Wow. That must be a record for you, right?” she baited you with a laugh. You didn’t respond, just looked down to the one teal tile on the floor amongst the sea of white. You could feel her eyes on you before she realized she wouldn’t be getting a response, turning her attention to Andy instead.

“So, what do you do for work?” she prodded.

“I’m an assistant DA,” he answered her.

“A lawyer?” your mother said, shocked evident in her voice as she looked at you. “Well, better make sure this one lasts,'' she told you. “And if it does last, you’d better get a prenup,” she laughed again as she nodded to Andy.

You stiffened as Andy did beside you and bit your cheek, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. She noticed your face and her scoff made your stomach turn. You looked up to see her rolling her eyes as she looked away like she was exhausted by you already. “You just always have to have an attitude don’t you?” she said almost under her breath, frustrated. “Why are you so sensitive? You’re an adult. Stop taking things so personally. Lighten up, grow some skin. I’m trying to have a conversation and it's like everything I say you have an issue with.

God, y/n, ya know, why are you even here? To make me feel worse? Remind me how much of a fuck up mother I am?” You knew it was coming. It always did. And yet you were still jostled by her flip. You felt Andy’s hand squeeze your waist as you unconsciously backed further into him, pressing closer to his side like a frightened puppy trying to hide yourself.

“Mom, I didn’t say anyt-”

“Why are you here?” she enunciated each word loudly, interrupting and talking over you.

“They called when they brought you in. I’m your emergency contact, remember?”

“Remember? Don’t talk to me like I’m senile.” she nearly sneered.

You bite your tongue and cursed yourself for feeling tears well up already.

“Yeah, that’s great. Bring out the waterworks. Put on a show, make me the bad guy. It’s always me, right? It’s always my fault,” she continued. “What do you have to cry for? I’m the one who was abandoned by you. You show up after over a year of rejecting my calls and one word text responses, what to make yourself feel better? Where were you when I needed you, huh?” she questioned, words like knives in your heart. You felt so small under her angry gaze. You felt like the worst person in the world. You felt like a child. A weak, scared, sorry child.

“Andy was it?” she asked, pulling her eyes from you as she turned them to Andy.

“Mr. Barber is fine,” he corrected, voice hard and defensive.

“Well, Mr. Barber,” she mimicked, “I’m sorry you have to see this, but let me just warn you. If I know my daughter, I know she's not much for sticking around. She’ll run as soon as she gets the chance. She’s like her father that way. The second she gets tired of you. The second you can’t offer her anything anymore,” the bitterness was dripping from her every word, “she’ll be gone.”

You gulped down the lump in your throat and squeezed your own hand to try and keep yourself calm.

“If you don’t believe me, just ask her ex. He’ll tell you the same thing,” she said.

“What are you talking about?” you said dumbfounded and exasperated.

“What do you think I’m talking about? Ransom,” she said as if it was obvious. The mention of his name had you frozen. “The second you found out he was written out of that will, you left him like it was nothing.”

“Are you serious? You’re gonna bring that up right now? He went to prison for murder, mom!” you raged. “And you know what, my relationships are none of your business,” you seethed.

“You slept with him for his money, you and I both know it. Just because it turned into something more after doesn’t change the way it started.”

“That’s not true,” you whispered angrily.

“I don’t believe you,” she told you, voice eerily level as tears renewed in your eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” you asked, voice breaking as Andy pulled you behind him.

“That’s enough. It’s clear this was a bad idea,” he stated, making you want to scream. As if you hadn’t told him as much before he forced you in here. You turned to the side as you held your head in your hands, trying to regain your composure.

“Oh my god,” your mother breathed as she took in your side profile for the first time. Her voice was full of worry and your head shot over to her immediately in response to your name being spoken in near reprimand. “Are...are you pregnant?” she asked out of nowhere.

“What?” you breathed.

“Your stomach looks bigger. Like there’s a bump there. It’s been a year but I know what you look like when you put on weight,” she started, eyes locked on your tummy. “And I know what baby weight looks like.. Yo-you’re pregnant aren’t you?” she asked again. She sounded..scared.

You were looking at her, confounded as Andy turned to you, looking much the same. He eyed you up and down before you felt his gaze settle on your stomach. Your hands came up to your lower belly self consciously.. Or maybe it was protectively.

You didn’t know how she knew. You’d only just found out yourself. You didn’t think you were showing noticeably in the slightest. Your periods were always irregular. Skipping cycles wasn’t anything you would think twice about. You were on the pill. You thought maybe you were just more bloated lately. Gaining weight wasn’t anything new for you, either. You didn’t piece any of it together right away. You had no reason to. You were protected. Or so you thought. And you had zero plans of informing Andy of the news. Not yet. You were still trying to process it. You couldn’t be a mother. You couldn’t become your mother. But what were you supposed to do? You could deny it easily enough, put the conversation off, but you knew Andy wouldn’t let it go. He’d want a test to know for sure either way. He’d find out the truth. You were planning to make your appointment next week to find out how far along you were. See if you had any options left.

“Are you pregnant?” Andy asked softly, walking closer to you.

Your mouth was dry. You didn’t want to answer him, but you knew you’d have to. You licked your lips before you spoke.

“I don’t- I- I think.. maybe,” you breathed, words fumbling while you were avoiding eye contact with both of them.

Your attention was caught by your mother lamenting your nickname, pained and sorrowful. “Don’t do this to yourself,” she pleaded. “You’re so young, you’re not ready to be a mother. You-”

“All due respect,” Andy snapped, “- which is near none,” he added, sneering as he turned on your mother while you watched in sudden shock, mouth slightly agape while your mind spun, “you have absolutely no say here. In fact, it’s none of your business. This is a private matter between your daughter and I - no one else. But if you really want to worry about anyone’s ability to mother, I’d focus on yourself first. You’ve done a real bang up job so far,” he said sarcastically.

“Andy,” you reproached, walking quietly to him, wanting to calm things before they got worse.

“We’re leaving,” he said to you while sending daggers to your mother who looked at you with tears in her eyes, “You never should have come here.”

You looked at your mom, discontent clear on your face.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” she said, voice cracking. You had to look away before your own tears started to fall, lip wobbling. You weren’t sure what she was apologizing for, but it was the first time you ever heard her say those words sincerely. And it broke your heart. Andy grabbed your hand in his as he pulled you to the door and out of the room. The second you were past the door, you immediately broke down in tears. Everything hitting you all at once. Suddenly you were gasping for air as you felt like your legs were about to give out beneath you. Andy’s arms wrapped around you, turning you to pull you into his chest, his strength keeping you up as you leaned fully into him. One hand was holding your head while the other was wrapped around you, rubbing your back as you cried. He placed a kiss atop your head while he hushed you quietly, both of you standing in the empty hospital hallway.

You caught your breath after a minute and let yourself believe he was holding you so gently because he really cared. Because he was sorry for not listening to you. Because he wanted you to feel better, to comfort you. Whether it was true or not, it helped. Slowly you pulled away from him, and his hand came up to brush the tears off your puffy cheeks.

“How far along are you?”

“I really don’t know,” you said honestly. “If I had to guess, at least ten weeks,”

“How long have you known?” he asked quietly, thumb still stroking your cheek.

You looked at him doe eyed, lips set in a small pout. You opened your mouth to speak before he cut you off,

“I’m gonna tell you right now, don’t lie to me,” he warned, an ocean storm brewing in his normally brilliant blue eyes as he forced you to look him in the eye.

“Since yesterday,” you murmured. “I swear.”

He nodded slightly then took you by surprise, pulling you closer for a slow and deep kiss. Your brows were furrowed as he pulled away to allow you both a breath.

“You should have told me right when you found out,” he reproached.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed. “I was still trying to wrap my head around it. I wasn’t sure how you’d react. I don’t know how this even happened,” you confessed. But Andy knew.

He’d been switching out your birth control for nearly four months now and had long since stopped wearing condoms with you, though that you were aware of. He didn’t think it was important to tell you about the swap he’d made with your pills, so he decided to keep that to himself. No need to get you worked up again. Especially now that he knew you finally were pregnant. He’d have to figure out a way to keep you as stress free as possible. Keeping you home would be easy enough, he basically had you living with him already, but he’d have to make that change slowly, you would surely resist his attempts to keep you at home if he made it too obvious.

He found your mother’s warning funny, though. As if you’d ever be able to run from him. You’d tried, but he was always two steps ahead. You didn’t go anywhere without him knowing, whether you knew that or not. You were his now. You had been since the day he first laid eyes on you. You weren’t going anywhere. As he thought about the changes he’d have to make now that you were pregnant, he remembered the punishment he’d given you a few nights ago. It reminded him you had another one coming tonight, too. He’d have to go about them differently now, though. As much as he loved discipling you, his tactics would have to change, he’d need to be even more careful with you. And more lenient, he realized. He loved your responses to spankings, but he was looking forward to changing your punishments up with edging or overstimulation now instead. Either way, he was sure to make you cry. Make sure you’d learn your lessons. And he’d get started tonight. You brought out the darkness in him, but you brought the softness out, too. He wanted to remind you how good things could be. There was just one more thing bugging him at the moment that he’d have to let out.

“Come on,” he instructed. “I parked in the garage.”

You walked with him to the entrance before he led the way to his car.

He opened the door for you and helped you in before he went around and got in himself. He sighed heavily as you sat in silence for a moment before he turned to you.

“Who the fuck is Ransom?”

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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⊹ 𔘓𓆩Andy Barber Masterlist𓆪𔘓 ⊹

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I shouldn't cry (but I love it)

After the salon has been broken into, you meet a detective who has unknowingly broken into your life and stolen your heart.

[dark! detective!Andy x hairdresser!reader]

#andy barber x woc!reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x plus size reader #andy barber #andy barber x reader #dark andy barber #dark andy barber x reader #dark! andy barber x reader #dark! andy barber

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years

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2022 Drabble Masterlist

Gonna try to get all the drabbles I’ve written together. For now, just adding the ones I did recently.

Arvin Russell x plus size!reader

Dark!Peter x stripper!reader

Sincerely Yours (Lee Bodecker)

Big Man (Lloyd Hansen)

Look at Yourself (Rafe Cameron)

Called to Atone (Bucky Barnes)

Brother’s Keeper (Peter Parker)

Do Better (Steve Rogers)

Be Mine (Rafe Cameron)

What Could Be (Andy Barber, nanny!Reader)

The Help | Part 2 (Lloyd Hansen, maid!reader)

Grand Finale | Put on a Show (Lloyd Hansen)

A Special Lesson (Professor Thor)

The Lake House | After Midnight (sister’s BF! Thor)

Stay the Night | Morning After (Best Friend! Loki, Roommate Steve)

Stood Up (Best Friend! Bucky Barnes)

Are You Scared of the Dark (Loki)

Sore Loser (Loki, Thor)

The Red Door (Bucky Barnes, escort!reader)

Parent-Teacher Meeting (school teacher!Steve Rogers)

Work it Out (Personal Trainer!Clark Kent)

Sacred Vessel (cult!Thor)

Everybody Talks (assistan!Peter Parker)

#drabble #drabble masterlist #masterlist #drabbles #steve rogers #arvin russell #thor #loki #peter parker #bucky barnes #lloyd hansen #lloyd bodecker #rafe cameron #clark kent

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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My cherry pie (lee bodecker x fem!reader)

Moon of my life (Jake Jensen x Plus size Fem! Reader)

Mine to keep // for geminixevans-stan Aphrodite's manor challenge (Mike Weiss x sexworker !reader)

Kinktober 2021 : Fem!Reader x Dark!Ari Levinson, Fem!Reader x Dark!Andy Barber, Fem!Reader x WinterSoldier, Fem!Reader x Dark!Steve x Dark!Bucky Barnes

Classic horror inspired stories, and some more contemporary, and embelished with a kinkyness

Alternative Universe

Basement wives' club: Dark!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader, Steve Kemp x Fem Reader, Dark!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

What does the special agent Ari Levinson, the lawyer Andy Barber, the town’s sheriff Lee Bodecker and the doctor Steve Kemp have in common?

This is the story about each one of them, and the club they formed sharing his common interests

#misguidedmasterlist

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Non Marvel One-shots - CE Characters

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

Messy Gifts 🥰😭🍆

An Andy Barber x Reader one shot for the Happy Hoelidays Challenge by @navybrat817, @stargazingfangirl18 and @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Ari: Unwrapped 🥰

Ari x Reader one shot for my 500 follower celebration

Yesterday's Dream, Today's Nightmare 😭🍆🌑

A Dark!Ransom x Reader story for @cockslutpadalecki's Feeling Lucky Challenge

Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy 🥰🍆

Soft!Dom Ari Levinson x Reader x Soft!Dom Frank Castle

No work and all play 🍆

Ransom x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 3)

Can't fight the moonlight 🍆🌑(ish)

Ari Levinson x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 10)

Control 🍆🌑(ish)

Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Kinktober 2022 Day 25)

Beautiful Chaos 🍆🌑(ish)😭

Eldritch Andy Barber x Fae plus-sized reader

Shallow(s) 😭 🥰

Beach Lifeguard Ari x Beach Lifeguard Reader - for my 1K follower celebration

Pole to Pole 😭 🥰

Firefighter Curtis Everett x Curvy! Female Reader

Never-ending nightmare 😭🌑🩸🌶

Dark! Ransom x Reader, Dark! Ari x Reader for @cockslutpadalecki's 15 sentence challenge (Sequel to Yesterday's Dream, Today's Nightmare)

#chris evans characters #chris evans character fanfiction #ransom drysdale #ari levinson #lloyd hansen #andy barber

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frostironfudge · 1 year

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Hi everyone! So I decided to make a post with guidelines on sending in requests, these are specific to me and my writing so please go through them carefully before sending in a request.

Requests are closed

Pending Req:

Loki x 2

Bucky x 1

Masterlist

Common Questions You May Have:

Q. Which Characters Do I Write For Or Will Be Comfortable Writing?

A. Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Loki, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, TASM!Peter Parker; Non-Marvel: Nick Fowler, Max Burnett, Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Lloyd Hansen

Q. How Long Does It Take You To Answer Requests?

A. It’s variable, based on a few things.

One, do I have a writer’s block?

Two, Is it a drabble-ish request or a full blown one shot or longer fic?

Three, Maybe you requested something drabble-ish but my writing brain said no this will turn into more than 1K and beyond.

So in conclusion, there isn’t a fixed timeline, please be patient. I have things going on irl and as much as i love writing sometimes the pressure of giving something perfect to the requester gets the best of me

Q. Can You Request Something Smutty or Dark?

A. Yes ofcourse! But please note you need to be above 18 years to request, interact with the dark or smut material or read it. Your media consumption is your responsibility I will not be held responsible if you ignore the warnings placed before each work begins. They are in place to help you accept or reject reading a work presented to you. This type of request from anon blogs will be deleted.

Q. What Will I Not Write About Ever?

A. Eating Disorders, Self Harm, Complete Non Con, Scat, Piss Play. Incase there is something not listed here and you want to make sure please send an ask to confirm before sending in a request. Some topics may be heavy for me to even consider writing so please be mindful.

Q. What Pairings Do You Write For?

A. I write mostly character x female reader and character x plus size female reader, i have written for character x gender neutral readers as well.

Q. Can You Send Me Funny Memes Or Pictures Or Song Recs Or Videos?

Yes!!! I'd love to talk and share memes and have a laugh! Send them in!

#frostironfudge #rules for requests

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ilovefandoms102 · 2 years

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Finally Mine

Pairing: Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Andy has waited long enough, he will have what belongs to him…you.

Note: It took me FOREVER to find this gif of daddy Andy🙃anyways I hope you guys enjoy this😁

Warnings🛑: soft!dark!andy, infidelity, toxic relationship, coercion, dark behaviors, obsessive behaviors, implied stalking behavior, smut(dubcon/noncon aspects, unprotected sex, oral(fem receiving), somnophila(sex while person is asleep), dom/sub aspects, slight choking, breeding kink)

This is a dark fic please take the warnings seriously.

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Part 2

Andy Barber was regularly seen at the rec, usually doing laps around the pool…or staring at you. Ever since you’d asked for his help when deciding to take ownership of the center, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. So kind, soft, good hearted, and such an amazing individual. Andy knew you were good, but he wanted to be the one to ruin you.

It was late one night, you were taking over a shift for one of the lifeguards that left sick, so you were graced with the beauty of the DA himself as he swam. His arms moved so gracefully against the water, his toned body flexing and relaxing. You wanted so bad for him to fuck you over your desk, or hell, even the pool would be hotter. Feeling his hot, wet body against yours…

You shivered at the thought, snapping yourself out of your inappropriate thoughts. It was wrong of you to have these thoughts, the man was married for god sakes. You didn’t notice his eyes on you as you were internally scolding yourself, not until he swam to the edge where you sat on the lifeguard stool. He took the goggles he had worn off, staring deep into your eyes.

An audible gulp left your throat as he pulled himself from the water, droplets of water cascaded down his beautiful body. You couldn’t take your eyes away, not that you wanted to. However, Andy was having equally filthy thoughts as he watched you sit in the skimpy lifeguard uniform that highlighted your curves deliciously. He wanted to fuck you right there, make you scream so everyone in the building knew just who was fucking you so good.

He almost lost his senses when you took your bottom lip between your teeth, a feral growl leaving his chest. Your thighs clenched together, trying to relieve the feeling of how badly you wanted him. You both were snapped out of the moment when another patron entered the pool area.

“What time do you leave?” he gruffed, angry at the asshole that interrupted.

“I-I leave in 30.” you stammered as you climbed down the ladder.

“I’ll be at your office, don’t change.” he ordered, a terrified squeak escaped your lips as he patted your ass in passing to the men's locker room.

Andy changed back into his clothes, groaning as he pulled his pants over his raging boner. All he could think about was finally getting that sweet pussy of yours, he’d waited so long. He’d deal with the complications later, Laurie was the last thing he was thinking of right now. He stared at his wedding ring, walking over to a stall. Andy dropped the ring in the toilet, and flushed it. Their marriage had been over for a long time now, the divorce papers were already signed. As far as he was concerned, he was a free man. All he needed was a judge to make that official, which wouldn’t be hard to find…he had connections.

He took his leave to your office, his arousal growing with each step. You had a large tshirt covering your bathing suit, startled when you heard Andy’s hum of approval. He threw his stuff on one of the chairs in your office after making sure the door was locked, your eyes never leaving his. Andy walked closer, caging you between him and the front of your desk with his big arms.

“Andy, I-I can’t do this.” you said in a very unconvincing tone.

He clearly didn’t care as his pretty head descended into the curve of your neck, peppering soft kisses. Your breath caught in your throat, doubt swirling in your gut. His lips met yours, abruptly shutting down the next remark you were about to say. You tried to push at his shoulders, but his hands grabbed yours in his and looped them around his neck. They stayed there, one of your hands even sifting through his damp hair.

“I’ve waited long enough for you little one.” Andy growled against your lips as he pulled you closer.

“Andy, you-you’re married, I-I can’t-” you whined as his hand dipped into your bottoms, feeling how drenched you’d become.

“Fuck me baby, all this for me?” he groaned, swiftly inserting two fingers inside of you.

“No! No, Andy-fuck-please!” you gasped, involuntarily swiveling your hips down on his hand.

You were disgusted with how much you enjoyed his fingers fucking you, reaching that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Andy was in awe, watching you fall apart on his fingers, and the way you clinged on to him. He smirked at the whiny moan you let out when he pulled his fingers out, he needed a taste. Andy groaned as he sucked you off his fingers, you were divine, the most delectable sweet honey he’d ever had.

“I really wanna taste from the source baby, but fuck I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.” he snarled, shoving his pants and boxers down.

He tilted your hips up on your desk, pulling your bottoms to the side. He’d fuck you properly another time, right now, this was pure need.

“Andy, this-this isn’t right! Your wife-!” you exclaimed, interrupted when his tip nudged your opening.

Andy snatched your throat, your mind acutely aware of his naked ring finger. Where was his ring? Your mind started whirring, but you could no longer think of that as Andy slipped himself inside of you.

“You are my wife.” he hissed, squeezing your airway as your moan came out a choked gargle.

“An-dy,” you gasped as his hips plowed into you, not giving you time to adjust to his well endowed size.

“My pretty little wife, can’t wait to get a new home, and fill you with my babies.” Andy rambled as he fucked you mercilessly.

“No, no, no! Andy I-no I can’t!” you cried, pushing at his abdomen.

This only made Andy more keen on making you his, using the hand he had on your neck, he took both your wrists behind your back. This made him lean more against you, meaning his cock hit even deeper inside you. Stars were appearing in your vision at this point, he felt so fucking good. He gave you orgasm after orgasm, not letting up once.

“Doesn’t matter what you want honey, you belong to me now.” he grinned sinisterly.

You couldn’t form the strength to fight him anymore, his cock had you in a complete bliss. Your body sagged as more orgasms flew from you, coating his cock in your delicious juices. Andy felt a thrill from your submission, slamming his hips only a few more times before he let go inside of you. He stilled, making sure his cum stayed in.

Everything hit you at once, what happened, what you just did, what Andy said…

Did he really mean all of it?

You got your answer when Andy scooped you in his arms, and carried you out to his car…

You woke up in your bed a few hours later, startled. You moved your bed sheet, seeing a huge wet spot underneath you. Tears gathered in your eyes as you realized Andy had taken you more in your sleep, even seeing a tinge of blood from how rough he was.

“Hi baby, I was waiting for you to wake up sleepy head.” Andy smiled as he leaned on the door frame.

“You-what did you do?” your voice shook as you got the courage to meet his eyes.

“I wanted to make sure it took honey, I told you what was going to happen.” he chuckled, walking until he got on the bed.

You whimpered as he crawled on top of you, caging himself between your legs. He snuggled into your breasts, his large hands caressing your waist and hips.

“Andy-” you whispered, hoping he wasn’t trying to have another round.

“Just loving on my girl baby.” he murmured, kissing up your sternum until he met your lips.

“How-what-but…Laurie and-and your son.” you babbled, questions flying out of your mouth.

Andy shut you up with a hard kiss, prying your mouth open so he could play with your tongue. You gasped at the action, a shiver running down your spine as he kissed you breathless.

“I’ll deal with them later, Laurie and I are officially divorced, and my son…well, he will just have to get used to the change.” Andy shrugged, paying the thought no more mind as he lifted off of you.

“Wh-Where are you going?” you asked, suddenly missing his warmth.

You cursed yourself for giving in, but you couldn’t help it. You’d wanted him for so long, and now you could finally call him yours. He was right, the two of you belonged together…

“Making a bath for me and my wifey.” he winked, smiling at how you turned away shyly.

Everything was how it should be now…until it wasn’t…

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