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H O L I E S T : a psychological apocalypse

GENRE | dark biblical fantasy, horror POV | third person limited STATUS | second draft // 130k words SETTING | the circles of hell // the terraces of purgatory // the spheres of heaven THEMES | abandonment, trauma, psychosis, hell (biblical & psychological), death, secrets, biblical symbolism, betrayal, obsessive devotion, revelation, disability, dreams & nightmares, paradise lost, the inferno  CONTENT WARNING | mental illness, torture, self-harm, body horror PLANNED STORIES | the harrowing (prequel)

D I S C O V E R

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P R E V I E W

Lucifer tried to banish the thoughts from his mind, focusing instead on the manuscript in front of him. 

It made no sense. 

Most of the words he could not distinguish, and he did not know if this was due to the calligrapher’s hand being so fanciful yet unkempt, or if he had forgotten the angelic tongue he was once so fluent in, or if, perhaps, the letters were scrambled for some enigmatic and occult reason. 

But some of the words he could read, and he identified them as belonging to John of Patmos.

Revelation. 

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I did crave attention, but I refused to humiliate myself by asking for it.

Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation (via anditslove)

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I wish you would write... a mating run? Alphas gotta catch their Omega to prove they're strong/fast/clever enough to give them that mating bite (and other things...) 🥴

This went very dark after @tonarinotogepi and I did some brainstorming. Sorry not sorry?

Summary: In a future when a mysterious disease has decimated the Omega population, the hunt is an Alphas only hope of finding a mate. Steve and Bucky set their sights on you. [A/B/O dynamics and noncon, 18+]

Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky

Word Count: 2.7 K

Author’s Note: This was meant to be a drabble. Whoops. Thank you @whisperlullaby and @dark-side-of-the-marvelous-moon for your beta work! Reblog or comment if you enjoy!

At the sound of the horn, you take off into the woods, adrenaline, and fear pushing you forward. Branches claw at your skin as you push past the densely crowded treeline into the forest. The predawn air is cold, burning your throat and stinging your skin but you barely feel it or the dirt beneath your bare feet. Somewhere behind you, the sharp, terrified wail of an Omega in distress cuts through the sound of your own harsh breathing. You hesitate on instinct, hindbrain responding to the terror in their voice but you force yourself to keep moving. You can’t help them any more than they can help you.

A flash of movement and the shadow of something large has you darting right. Your foot catches on a thick root and you stumble into the underbrush. Pain explodes along your shoulder and you roll on your back, gasping for air. You force yourself to your knees, freezing when you spot the large, hulking Alpha before you. His cool grey eyes flicker over your form, settling on your neck. His face is partially obscured by his chin-length brown hair, but his lips curve into a smile, sharp white teeth on display. Your heart pounds painfully in your chest and you stand slowly, concealing a jagged rock in the palm of your hand.

When you step back he takes one forward, keeping the distance between you. You tense, muscles ready to run when a second Alpha melds out of the underbrush. His face is streaked with dirt and blood. With his thick blonde hair and beard, he almost looks like a lion, predatory and lethal. The dark-haired Alpha emits a low growl and hope blooms in your chest. If they intend to fight for you there’s a chance you can escape and make it to the boundary line. To your freedom.

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐃/𝐋𝐁 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

* Indicates smut

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

We're Gonna Be Okay

Summary || You’re wedding day is finally here, you just wish your dad was here to experience it.

When I Drift Sequel to "We're Gonna Be Okay"

Summary || You and Steve’s daughter becomes curious about the kind of person her grandfather was. You tell her all about him. Who knew your 3 year old could lead you to much needed closure from the 2 people you lost.

Bated Breath

Summary || After the Sovokia Accords, Steve doesn’t come back for you in fear of dragging you into the mess and hurting you. After battling Thanos on Titan with Tony, Peter, and the Guardians and watching them turn into dust, the two of you are reunited when Carol Danvers stumbles upon your ship and brings you home. Homecomings aren’t always sweet though. You and Steve are forced to work through your issues.

Whatever It Takes Sequel to "Bated Breath"

Summary || Losing has taken a toll on you and Steve’s relationship. Steve refuses to lose you again.

Dr. Needy

Summary || You’re a pediatrician and your baby boy, James, doesn’t particularly enjoy that you’re around other babies all day.

God Is A Woman

Summary || It is said that anyone that is worthy to wield the hammer of Thor possesses the power of a God. You prove that God can indeed be a woman.

Babbies! Assemble

Summary || On a mission involving time travel, as if they haven’t learned at all that it’s dangerous, the Avengers get turned into babies. Including your boyfriend.

Baby Self Sequel to "Babbies! Assemble"

Summary || What if it was you that got turned into a baby instead?

Muse

Summary || You have an admirer who secretly sketches you when you dance.

* Caretaker

Summary || When times are too rough on your Captain, you take hold of the reigns.

* Confess Your Lust (Dadsbestfriend!Steve)

Summary || After taking things slow, you and Steve's first time is an experience you'll never forget.

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

Keeping Up With The Starks 《 On Going 》

Summary || A series of one shots of Stark!Reader’s life as a Stark and as Steve Rogers’ wife. OR, the Stark family is a dysfunctional mess, but make for great entertainment.

I'll Be Seeing You 《 Chapter 1 up, rest of the series is under construction 》

Summary || Before there was Captain America and the war, there was just Steve Rogers and his girl. (Steve Rogers x Original Female Character)

Baby Self Drabble Series 《 Coming Soon 》

Summary || Snippets of your new life as parents to you and Steve’s beloved baby girl; Giselle Natalia Rogers.

Safe Haven 《 Coming Soon 》

Summary || When called to an abusive household, Sergeant Steve Rogers finds himself leaving with more than just abusive parents in custody, but a broken little girl with a vice grip on his heart. Feeling responsible for the little girl now placed in the hands of the government, Steve makes an effort to adopt her only for them to be intercepted by her biological parents. Steve is adamant on bringing justice to his little girl and vows to hire the best legal team possible. Enter you, a highly successful adoption attorney in need of a bit of warmth in your cold life.

Lust For Life 《 On Going 》

Summary || Steve Rogers is one, if not, the most notable, multi-billion dollar fashion designers in the world. You are the driving force behind his creative madness. Sugar daddy AU.

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

Sweetness (Pre Serum Steve Rogers)

Summary || Your sweetheart of a man helps you through your period.

Kindred

Summary || You introduce your boyfriend to your son for the first time.

Karma

Summary || You come home from a mission barely injured, but too injured for Steve’s liking.

All I Ask (Dadsbestfriend!Steve)

Summary || Steve loves you, but he loves you enough to know that he isn't what's best for you.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

⭒ “I never thought I’d fancy you…and yet here we are.”

⭒ “Oh…shit.” + “I know you’re angry…but it wasn’t me!”

⭒ “You’re so cute.” + “I bruise really easily!”

⭒ “You wanna go to the pub? It’s been a rough day.” + “I told you to bring a jacket.”

⭒ “That looks like it hurts.” + “Here, let me just“ + “That tickles!”

⭒ “God, you’re pretty.” + “Why are you looking at me like that…?” + “I need you.”

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Clueless (Retired Athlete!Dilf!Steve)

Summary || You finally find out who your much older, rich boyfriend is.

L is for the Way You Look at Me (Retired Athlete!Dilf!Steve)

Summary || Who knew getting stood up on a date would push you right into the arms of none other than Steve Rogers.

Baby's First Draft (Retired Athelet!Dilf!Steve)

Summary || Each of the Rogers' children inherited one thing from their father; competitiveness. You and Steve's baby boy is no exception even at 2 years old.

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Each Eye (Masterlist)

Kylo was the most feared boss in the entirety of New York City. They said that the crime families were no more, that they had disappeared with the end of an era. You knew it wasn’t true, you saw first hand. The families didn’t disappear, they simply went underground, adapted.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Also available on AO3!

Mobster AU Kylo Ren x Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

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Zannah’s Kylo Ren x Reader Masterlist

Chaptered Fics

All My Stars - A Medieval!Kylo Ren AU*** [Complete]

Beating of My Heart*** [Complete]

Beautiful Beloved*** - A Titanic AU [Complete]

Each Eye - A Mob Boss!Kylo Ren AU*** [Complete]

Last Straw - A Modern!Kylo Ren Choose Your Own Adventure Story*** [Complete] 

The Shape of You - SL!Kylo Ren; A Shape of Water AU [WIP]

Biting Dust [WIP]

Beyond Reasonable Doubt - Lawyer!Kylo Ren AU [WIP]

Oneshots, Headcanons & Imagines under the cut! 

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New Girl

JJ Maybank x Reader, Pogues x Reader

Summary: You were JJ’s best friend, as someone new comes along, you realize that you aren’t his girl anymore.

warnings: angst, mention of alcohol, crying?

note: as someone who has had their birthday forgotten about, this shit hurted

masterlist

not my gif!!!

You weren’t sure when you became friends with JJ. Maybe it was when you poured the bucket of sand on his head in first grade for telling you that you had cooties and couldn’t play with him and John B. Maybe it was the first day of second grade when you gave him a cookie when he didn’t have a lunch.

You had created a friend group of JJ and John B. As you all grew up, your group expanded. Pope and Kie came along in middle school. Then Sarah came along when she started dating John B. Now, Wendy was slowly working her way into the group. She was new to the area and JJ’s new girlfriend.

It started when he invited her to a boat day. You two got along just fine, she was sweet and found her way nicely into the group. Her and JJ sat next to each other, where you usually sat with him. JJ had placed his hat on her head, a gesture he usually did on you.

A sad, almost jealous look made its way onto your face. Sarah nudged John B, making him glance at you and back at JJ. You sat on the back of the boat alone, the beer in your hand suddenly unwanted by you. John B made his way over, removing his hat and putting it on your head, making you look up at him. He gave you a weak smile, before hitting the bill of the hat so it covered your eyes, the boat filled with your laughter.

The next time she came around was at a kegger. Pope and John B maned the keg, passing out drinks to everyone. You had left your place next to JJ on the log to go refill your drink. When you returned to go sit back down, Wendy had unknowingly took your seat, her and JJ now in conversation. Your heart broke a little, that was your best friend.

Kie had approached you, immediately seeing that JJ had someone else next to him. “Hey,” She slightly bumped your shoulder, “how about we go dance?” You nodded sadly and followed her to the dance area.

The third time was the worst. Your birthday had rolled around. Inviting all your friends over for a small celebration, you were excited. Your parents had gotten a cake and helped you put up balloons and streamers. When the party time came around, everyone except JJ appeared. “Can we just wait another five minutes?” You asked your mom as she had gotten the cake ready with candles. You and your friends were sat around your dining room table. Your parents standing next to you and your cake in front of you on the table. You had prolonged opening presents and eating pizza in hopes JJ would show, but you were running out of time.

Pope had called JJ for what seemed like 100 times. He didn’t answer. He gave everyone a look when he realized that JJ wasn’t going to answer. “Sweetheart, do you want to wait a little longer?” Your mom asked. “He’ll be here,” You protested.

Twenty minutes of waiting and he hadn’t shown. Your friends tried comforting you, telling you it was okay if they waited longer. You shook your head, allowing your mom to light the candles and let everyone sing.

As soon as you blew out your candles, you had started crying and quickly got up and ran to the bathroom. John B had pulled out his phone to text JJ, checking his Snapchat location, finding a picture of him and Wendy eating ice cream, posted five minutes ago.

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don’t feel

JJ Maybank x female reader

Masterlist

– // part two // part three // part four

Summary: soulmate au with JJ where they can feel each other’s pain when in close proximity, but with both of them feeling a lot of pain, that connection seems to go almost unnoticed 

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: angsty, abuse, mentions of abuse and injuries, swearing (i think thats it?)

——- I am in no way romanticising abuse if you have any issues with my writing pls message me

A/N: I decided to make this into a mini series as this was already getting pretty wordy and so this is basically the intro?? (not much JJ in it yet) Hope you enjoy and there’s probably some grammar errors so ignore them pls

(gif by @siriusscratch​ )

The kook life wasn’t all luxury all the time - your family had never been one of the richest and you didn’t exactly have the best home life either. Your parents had basically hated each other for as long as you could remember, always in some sort of argument or another, screaming across the house and shouting at all hours of the day and night.

This was something you had learnt to deal with though, what you still weren’t used to was them being violent - it had started off as a vase or plate thrown across the room around a year ago, but this had soon become fists being thrown instead, not only at each other, but they had turned on you and your younger sister as well.

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Ladykiller Masterlist

Summary: By now you were pretty skilled at recognising players, but for some reason you just couldn’t fucking stay away from them

Pairing: College/Biker!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 25k

Warnings: Language, smut references

Author’s Note: This series was inspired by an anon request 

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Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight

Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve

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Steve rogers with size kink (reader is smaller than him) is all i need 😭😭

Thank you for the ask. 🙏🙏🙏

This is something I haven’t tried before so... I hope you like it. 💕

Fill Me Up

Warnings: Size kink, pretty much porn, Steve and reader’s first time.

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You pressed a kiss into Steve’s neck as you cuddled together on the couch. You knew you were being a shit because he’d been so absorbed in the movie that you remembered being one of your father’s favorites. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.

Steve Rogers enjoyed nothing better than a buddy movie. It reminded him of missions with Bucky or Sam. Maybe it reminded him of his time in the army.

Paul Newman’s Butch Cassidy asked Robert Redford’s Sundance Kid, “What’s the matter with you?”

Your kiss lingered over Steve’s pulse, your tongue gently tasting the salt of his skin. His heavy arm tightened around you. His hand spanned your hip, held you to his side.

“I can’t swim,” the Kid muttered.

Butch Cassidy laughed hard before telling his younger partner, “Are you crazy? The fall will probably kill ya.”

As the characters on screen shouted and jumped off the cliff to escape, your arm slid down from Steve’s chest to his stomach. You nipped at his neck lightly with your teeth.

That earned you a muted moan and you grinned into his neck. Steve always ran warm, but more heat was coming off him now.

You enjoyed your movie date nights with Steve. You really did. Here you were all nice and cozy on Steve’s couch. But you’d been dating for a few weeks now and making out on the couch was as far as you ever got.

What did a girl have to do here?

Your hand moved further down. Just a smidge.

Steve blew out an exhale. The outline of him swollen and hard was mistakable at the front of his jeans.

“Not going to let me finish the movie, huh?” Steve didn’t sound too put out.

Chaining kisses back up to just under his ear, you teased the lobe with your tongue before gently pulling it between your lips. You enjoyed the way he shivered in your arms. It offered the perfect opportunity for you to slide your hand to its ultimate destination…

You hand wrapped around him as much as you could through the denim. Steve’s hand closed around yours. He wasn’t trying to move your hand and it was satisfying to feel his hips nudge up into it.

You moaned low into his ear and he shivered again. You liked this.

Feeling bold, you swung a leg across his lap until you straddled him. And you did take Steve off guard but in a beat that surprise changed. That blue-eyed gaze darkened, had your core heating up even more. But desire blended with something else. Uncertainty maybe?

No, no, no.

“Is this okay?” you asked innocently, leaning forward to steal a kiss from those gorgeous lips.

Steve swallowed hard but his hips rolled beneath you, making you feel the heated length of him. He wanted you. But what was going on at lightning speed in that enhanced mind of his?

When his hands slid up your thighs to grip your hips, your confidence climbed.

“It’s more than okay, sweetheart,” Steve muttered against your lips as you continued to drop kisses across his mouth and jaw, dipping down to tease his neck. “We’re just going to…”

That stopped you. “What?”

Another roll of his hips. It felt like he wanted you.

But as he struggled to explain what was in his head, doubts started creeping in from the corners of your mind. What if you were moving too fast? What if you just massively disappointed him?

His expression softened as his gaze locked with yours.

“Sweetheart, no,” Steve’s expression took on a note of concern. “God, no. Don’t even think for a minute I don’t want you.”

When you tried to move off his lap now, feeling a little unsure, he easily held you there.

“I just need to be careful with you,” he explained meaningfully.

“Steve, I understand your strength,” you told him. “I do. But you won’t hurt me… I trust you.”

Grinding down on him, you loved the way his head tipped back, his eyes slid closed for just a second.

“It’s a little more than that,” he pointed out. “Look at you… You’re tiny, sweetheart.”

“Most people next to you are,” you replied, sliding your hands up his chest.

The look he gave you next made you realize you still weren’t getting the point he was trying to make. Yeah, you barely reached Steve’s shoulder. And you weren’t very big, granted, but…

Oh. Oh.

Another roll of his hips, and this time he pushed you down harder against his cock, and you felt your panties sticking wetly to you beneath your jeans. You ached, craving him. Okay, so he was packing with a capital P. You expected no less.

“Is that why you haven’t wanted to…”

“Oh, I want to,” Steve assured you. “But I don’t want to hurt you. Not that I’ve been with a lot of women, but I’ve never been with someone your size in that way before.”

More doubts. Again, you tried to move off his lap. He held onto your hips tighter.

“I need to make sure I can keep control,” Steve explained, shifting so he was sitting up straighter. Leaning forward, he claimed your lips for a heated kiss. It lacked the care and subtlety of his usual kisses. It was lusty and deep. The shift in position had him tight against you between your thighs and you couldn’t resist grinding yourself against him as he kissed you breathless.

“I’ve got to be honest,” Steve explained in a breathy voice. He was as excited as you were, his lips burning across your jaw to your ear.

“The thought of you taking me inside you,” his voice dropped to a whisper that had you squirming in his hold, “gets me so hard. How tight will you be around my cock? Can you take all of it?”

You were gasping, grinding into him from his words alone. To this point, Steve watched his language around you and now he was talking dirty? Your hands slid up around his neck, your fingers sliding up into his hair.

His mouth painted the tender flesh of your neck with demand. One hand slid slowly up from your hip.

“You know what I’ve been thinking about since I met you?” Pulling back to look at you his blue eyes were storm dark now. “I’ve been thinking about fucking into you, wondering how long it would take me to get you soaking wet and ready for me. How long would it take to work my cock into you?”

One huge hand slid over your breast, gently squeezing. You pressed yourself against his palm, your pussy was really aching, weeping now.

“There’s only one way to find out, Steve,” you muttered breathlessly as he yanked down the neckline of your top and one bra cup too to reveal one breast.

When he got his mouth on your breast, his tongue dancing around your nipple, you gasped, fingers clutching in his hair. He stopped abruptly, hand clutching the hem of your shirt before roughly pulling it up and over your head. The hooks of your bra gave way as he ripped that away from you.

With an iron-hard arm wrapped around your back to hold you in place, Steve teased both breasts with his mouth, teasing you into a frenzy on his lap. One large hand framed one breast while his lips played with the other. You figured out fast that he liked you to pull on the silk of his hair, rewarding you with a deep moan around your nipple when you did.

His fingers plucked at the front of your jeans, pulling them open with impatience before sliding one big hand down the front, into the wet heat of your panties.

You were panting for him now. “Steve, please…”

The dirty smirk took you off guard.

“You feel so good sweetheart.” One rough fingertip traced the lightest circles around your clit, had you every inch of you in flames. “It’s a good start.”

Start? You were soaked. “Huh?”

You landed on your back on Steve’s couch the next beat, crying out in surprise. Steve tossed away your slides, peeled off your jeans with the efficiency of a SWAT team. When your brain caught up, you watched Steve push your knees apart, pressing a heated kiss to the inside of one knee.

Your fingers dug into the cushions under you, anticipation rippling through your body as his mouth blazed a trail up the inside of one thigh. Swipes of his tongue on your skin layered with careful nips of his teeth had you writhing in front of him, rolling your hips in an effort to him where you wanted him faster.

After a moment, the beautiful bastard stopped to grin at you.

“I love how desperate you are,” he whispered. “But you’re not rushing me, Sweetheart. You’re not the only one who’s been waiting for this.”

Your thighs were trembling as he continued to drop kisses on your skin, reaching your melting center. Steve nudged your covered mound with his nose gently before his hands slid up to grab your panties and peel them off. His gaze met yours as he pushed your thighs wider, spreading your bare petals apart. The scent of need rose on your body heat and Steve smiled as he lowered his head, his lips innocently pressing to your outer lips first, butterfly kisses to swollen needy flesh.

When he dove in, it took your breath away. He kissed your pussy like he would your mouth, a dirty kiss that was all lips and tongue. Steve had you dancing on the tip of his tongue as he slowly worked one, then two of his large fingers into you. The stretch wasn’t much, the burn slight. His fingers slid in and out of you so easily on the slick of your need.

All of you shook now, your back arched, your fingers plucking at your nipples. You needed relief. Steve’s gaze was on you as he took your apart with the devilish tease of his tongue, the scissoring slide of his fingers inside you.

“You’re being so good, Sweetheart,” he whispered into you. “Taking my fingers so well.”

When he eased a third finger inside you, the burn was good as your body stretched around the intrusion. Need clawed at your core, had you tightening against the sensual onslaught. Whatever he was doing with his tongue on your clit was making your crazy. When his fingers curled up against your front wall, you wailed.

Steve doubled down then, knowing you were about to blow apart. His tongue twisted in your folds, one rough finger pad stroked that secret place within you until the edges of your world started to fade to black. When your orgasm slammed through you, you thrashed and cried out in his hold. Your hands clawed at the couch, pawed at his head. And all the while Steve worked you through it, his gaze lit up in pride and lust.

Swiping at the juices staining his mouth with the back of his hand, Steve rose over you. It wasn’t lost on your that he was fully dressed while you were naked and shattered, sprawled over his couch.

“Come here,” he said quietly, scooping you up bridal style.

Carrying you into the cool darkness of his bedroom, Steve placed you on his bed before turning on the lamp on his bedside table. Already he was busy working the buttons of his shirt. Yes. By the time he pulled it out of his jeans and back over his shoulders, you were drooling. He had scars aplenty, faded silvery lines adorning his torso like a map. But they did nothing to diminish the beauty of his powerful upper body.

You slid a hand down your body, your fingers trying to quell the ache, the emptiness he left you with. Steve’s eyes were riveted to your movements, watching and licking his lips as you worked your own fingers into your aching body. Standing, he toed off his shoes, worked off his jeans and boxers.

Steve without clothes was a goddamn masterpiece. Perfect abs, slim hips. His thighs were heavily-muscled and powerful. You watched as he took himself in hand, stroking his swollen cock in a smooth motion as you marveled at its size.

Damn.

All you could do was stare, fucking yourself on your own fingers. Your efforts were a poor substitute for Steve’s touch. His knowing look told you knew it too.

Steve climbed on the bed, batting your hands away and slotting himself between your quivering thighs, holding himself up on one arm. He pressed the swollen head of his cock into your wetness, sliding it gently up and down through your folds. You shivered in need, chewing your bottom lip and bracing yourself for that.

Steve paused, his breath coming fast, and his handsome face flushed. “Please tell me you’re not afraid.”

You shook your head. “Please,” was all you could mutter.

Steve pushed into you and you sucked in a breath. His heated length was wide and hard, splitting you open as he carefully sank into you. One big hand settled over your tummy as he claimed you, his thumb tenderly stroking over your clit to help ease the burn.

And it burned. But the fullness, the heat was everything. His heavy cock was the cure for the ache he’d inflicted on you and you focused on breathing as he filled you.

Steve’s gaze was fixed on the place where your bodies joined, groaning when he was fully sheathed in your heat. His eyes slid closed, his exhale a sound of pure bliss. With a whisper of your name, Steve gently ground into you.

Your body pulsed in need. You needed him to move…

His gaze was heated on you, his breath fanning against your face as he lowered himself over you to claim your mouth in a careful kiss.

“Are you okay?” he whispered against your lips.

“Yes,” you managed, gasping when he slowly slid out of you. The sting took you off guard. When he pushed back in, your walls gripped him and you rolled your hips, needing him deeper. Needing more…

Steve’s strokes were careful at first, slow.

“It’s all I can do not to come right now,” he whispered. “You’re taking my cock so well. So fucking tight.”

His large hand slid down your body, spanning your tummy. Steve moaned as he lightly pressed his hand there, his thrusts speeding up just a little.

“I can feel me in there,” Steve’s voice was low, rough. “Filling you up…”

“Steve, please. I need you.”

The pride and desire that flared in his eyes made you shiver. His heavy thighs pushed yours wider and his thumb carefully worked the center of your pleasure. His thrusts came faster, harder. Still he was careful, holding back as he moved in you, stuffing you full.

You just held on for dear life, your fingers sliding on all those muscles. Your thighs locked around his hips as he moved, plunging in and out of you and hitting spaces inside you that you didn’t know you had. You disappeared under Steve, but he kept his weight from you, loving you with lusty kisses as his lower body powered into you.

“Not going to last long,” he whispered hotly in your ear. “You feel too damn good… Need you to come.”

His hand shifted on your tummy, his thumb teasing your clit. The weight of his hand changed how he felt when slid back into you, the point he hit with the next  thrust making you cry out.

Steve’s kiss was deep and taming as he fucked you faster, hitting the same mark over and over. You shook, you begged. Your nails carved down his back until you exploded, your pussy clamping around him and pulsing as your release turned you inside out. Steve’s bedroom spun away, your cries and his blending into one ecstatic chorus as he reached his release inside you, working himself through it as you gave way.

“Sweetheart?”

Steve’s whisper in your ear pulled you out of sleep.

“Hmm?”

“How do you feel?”

You were sprawled across Steve’s chest, his skin still damp beneath your cheek. His heartbeat was a steady cadence in your ear. The crisp hair of his thighs beneath the one you’d slung across them felt nice.

You stretched and then you felt it. The slight ache in your thighs. The tinge of soreness deep inside you...

“Answer me, Sweetheart,” Steve’s tone was firmer, held a note of worry.

You smiled up at him. “I’m wonderful.” You were. “Probably not going to be walking straight for a couple of days... but it’s worth it.”

You bounced on his chest as he chuckled at that. “Guess it’s a good thing it’s Friday.”

“Because I don’t have to be anywhere?”

Steve nodded, looking way too pleased with himself.

“I’m going to keep you in this bed and see if I can keep you from walking straight for a week.”

[deimosya]

Waiting For You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut and Angst. It’s gonna HURT.

summary: Brooklyn’s Casanova, Bucky Barnes, falls in love with Steve’s art partner.

Based on the headcannon I wrote: Dating Pre-War Bucky Barnes would include.

Masterlist 

Bucky Barnes, by all means, was not a romantic.

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[deimosya]

Absent Hearts / Part One

A/N: This is my entry for @band–psycho’s 1k Challenge. Prompt was ‘I don’t want to live without you okay? I love you so much, and this world is too big, and it’s too dark. It’s too much if you leave it.’ Thanks to @ozarkthedog​ and @msmarvelwrites​ for listening to me ramble on about this for weeks now, I love you all the world.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You’d been in a relationship with Steve for five years. Five hard, yet wonderful years. Marriage, kids; it was all on the table. Until you woke up one morning and all of that was snatched from you in a moment. By him, by the ghost of a woman who’s shadow you’d always lived in, by his decision.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, angst, heartbreak, mentions of canon character death, explicit language. More warnings to be added as the series goes on. Overall it will be 18+.

Word Count: 3k

Your eyes flickered open, the golden hue of the sunrise creeping in through the gap in the drapes. A pair of strong, warm arms enveloped you, cheek pressed up against a muscular torso, heartbeat battering against your ear. 

You cherished those moments, half way between asleep and awake – a place where everything was still as it should be. Your mind travelled to Pepper and Morgan, and to Tony and Natasha. To all those lost in the battle for mankind. 

It had hit Steve hard, the weight of loss heavy on his strong shoulders. He hadn’t spoken of it, but it was there. Guilt. A sense of responsibility that bogged him down, his bright smile lost somewhere in the struggle. 

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[deimosya]

So I may have broken my own heart with this one. Thank you so much @sweeterthanthis for this truly gut wrenching request. I tried not to go too deep, but whoops.

Pairing: 1940’s!Bucky x reader

Warnings: smut 18+, angst, impending doom (we all know what’s about to go down), fluff, ugly tears (from me)

Word count: 1.2k

Crawl home to you

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[deimosya]

So Vile, So Vicious, So Vain

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Call him whatever you’d like, you’re still stupidly in love with your ex, Bucky Barnes.

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: Smut 18+, ANGST… big time angst, language, jealousy, injury and blood, heartbreak, petty squabbles, a panic attack, but there’s a masturbation mention and sex.

A/N: *THIS IS A ONE SHOT* This is my entry for @fvckingavengers​​​‘ Quarantine Writing Challenge! My song for the challenge was Enemy by CHVRCHES ft. Matt Berninger ; Here is the reference for Stark Tower ; Bucky dividers by @whimsicalrogers​​

Steve had been laying in bed for at least a half an hour, drawing in the margins of a weathered and beloved copy of Giovanni’s Room when he heard two sets of feet across the identical set of flats above him. Sleep rarely came on a Friday night. Bucky, Sam, and Steve typically rolled out to a few bars with Nat, Wanda, and the new recruit. Steve enjoyed a few beers, played wingman. For the most part it had gone the same way every time: someone took Sam home and Bucky brought someone back to the Tower. Nat coddled Wanda and Steve and the new girl watched the aftermath with humor.

She was quieter than he’d like a new recruit to be, but Bucky was the one that found her and thought she would be a good fit. Steve watched the pair interact, the routine change, his best friend fall in love. It surprised him to see how easy it was for Bucky to open up to her. There was a comfort in watching them grow together and then also a tinge of jealousy. But what had started as camaraderie and friendship was quickly tangled in lust or romance. Steve was the only one that heard every word of every fight, every moan of every fuck. Still, he bit his tongue because he knew that if the shoe was on his foot and Bucky was risking his neck for the team he would blow a gasket too. Steve listened to Nat’s chatter with the recruit as they moved down in the elevator to the kitchen and he shut his eyes in relief that just a few minutes past, Bucky and his rebound-of-the-night had retreated to his room on a whole different level of the Tower, narrowly missing a clash of tongues.

Cap thought about how, as time marched on, the relationship’s bursts of passion started to pour out of their respective Tower apartments, churning both levels and communal areas of the Tower into a thick mass of tension. Steve wondered which way it would tip, a screaming match where they broke up or killed each other, worse still a screaming match that led to a proposal or the complete undoing of the team. The issue remained, as Steve observed and told Natasha over a beer on an outing where Bucky and Y/N seemed to carry on like a perfectly normal and capable couple, that if either of them were hurt because of their own mistakes they would die of self-loathing. That wouldn’t matter in a normal relationship, but their jobs made everything anything but normal and the pair loved it too much to leave. Then, as he thought the dust had settled for the evening…

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[deimosya]

YEAH SEX IS COOL AND ALL BUT DO YOU HAVE A FRIEND WITH WHOM THE CONVERSATION CAN TURN INTO A FANFICTION IN SUCH A NATURAL AND EASY WAY 😭🥺

SHE’S KILLING ME I JUST WANT HER TO WRITE THE END OF THE STORY BUT SHE’S GOING TO SLEEP LMAO SJSJQJQ