#starr-stuff

[eyelessfaces]

[lucca-stateofmind]

Gosh I love them

[trickarrows-bishop]

[bram-stoners]

what they should’ve done

[owuwi]

I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME.ᐟ

➤ ava starr x fem!reader

.ᐣ ava comes home late after a rough mission.

⤷ cw: touch-starved!ava, fluff, a bit suggestive, a short and probably a not-so-realistic description of french kissing.

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you were perfect—at least in ava's eyes.

if she could, she would never be apart from you. she had a safe, secluded home, she had you, why would she ever want to leave that? especially, why would she want to leave to work for valentina allegra de fontaine? hell, she didn't get why she did it—perhaps because it was what she was trained to do.

the only good thing that came out of her new job was the attention you provided her.

don't get her wrong, she hated making you worry and she always tried to keep you as calm as possible before she left, but she loved the treatment she received after a rough day—kisses everywhere, a warm meal, a warm bath, massages, everything she could ever need—.

she didn't expect it on those particularly bad days, though, on those times where she came home limping at three am—like her current situation—.

she closed the door to the house you owned together behind her as quiet as she could, not having the energy to phase through it yet not wanting to wake you up. her heart melted at the sight of you curled up, sleeping on the couch, her fingers quickly finding the button to deactivate her helmet so she could look at you better. it was no surprise to her seeing you try and wait for her awake, which most of the times resulted in you falling asleep on the couch, but she just loved watching you in such a peaceful state.

wincing, she managed to take off her shoes before walking over to you, a pained sigh leaving her chapped lips as she kneeled in front of you before kissing your temple. "i'm home..." she said, body shivering at the domesticity of the whole scene.

you stirred at the feel of her kiss and sound of her words—her voice hoarse thanks to the exhaustion—. opening your eyes, you were met with the british girl looking like hell—cute, like always, yet tired—. "ava..." you called out for her, moving your warm palm towards her face to cup her cheek.

"what did i say about trying to wait up for me?" she scolded you softly before standing up and then plopping down on the couch, shifting so she could hide her face against the crook of your neck and wrap her arms around you tightly. she took her gloves off so she could feel slip her hands under the fabric of your shirt and feel your bare skin beneath her palms.

"hush... you like it when i spoil you..." you replied, your eyes fluttering shut once again as you felt your girl's warmth even with her thick suit still on. you wrapped your arms around her neck and slowly started playing with her hair, smiling as you felt her relaxing even more against you.

without saying anything else, she started peppering soft kisses all over your throat as her shaky hands settled on your hips—holding onto your flesh like you'd disappear if she didn't grabbed you—. you allowed her to kiss all the way up to your lips, but the force she used to press her mouth against yours had you surprised. she was rough—sloppy, messy, eager—but there was still something so delicate about the way she kissed you.

you could genuinely tell how much she had missed you.

she only pulled away when the two of you needed to properly breathe, trying her best to ignore the string of saliva still connecting you both, and started kissing all over your face in a way that had you laughing. she loved your laugh more than words could describe; she loved you more than she ever thought she could love. she was so whipped and it scared her some times, she didn't know what to do with so many feelings.

ava pulled you into another kiss shortly after, teeth clamping down onto your bottom lip just to get the slightest taste of you—carefully, obviously, not breaking skin—. her hands roamed your upper body shamelessly, wanting to get as much of you as she possibly could. her head was fuzzy with the faint sounds of your whines and your soft flesh under her touch wasn't helping her calm down.

"e-easy there... you're tired..." hesitantly, you broke the kiss and mumbled—worried about ava's health. as you opened your eyes, you cupped her cheeks and gently brushed your thumbs against her soft skin, a feeling of concern settling in your gut at the sight of a large cut on her cheekbone. "i missed you... i really missed you..." ava commented as she leaned against your touch, not a single ounce of embarrassment—for being so honest about her emotions—noticeable in her tone.

"i missed your lips..." she added before leaning in and stealing a quick peck, clearly containing herself from fully making out of you right there. "i missed your smell..." she continued before nuzzling her nose against your cheek, closing her eyes and tensing her jaw as she tried not to break down.

but you knew your girl.

ava had always been... skeptical about showing her love for you. at first, it was worst—she pushed you away, not wanting to get attached, but how could she do so when you were so incredibly perfect for her? you showed her how to actually live and she was forever grateful for that, forever grateful for you. she couldn't lose you and she needed you, and she had troubles expressing that feeling. it didn't happen as much as it used to—her hiding herself from you—but you could still tell when she was holding something back.

"i missed you, too, so much..." you commented as you gently guided her head so she could face you again. "but i'm—..." you started yet stopped, knowing how much your next words were going to affect the british girl. "i'm proud of you, ava, you know that..." you whispered delicately as you brushed your thumb against her jawline, eyes sparkling with nothing but love and honesty.

she didn't like crying—god, she hated it. she hated how intense her cries got, how she felt her chest closing and crushing her organs, so she didn't allow the tears to roll down her cheeks. instead, she leaned in and kissed you again, tongue slipping into your mouth before brushing against your lips.

she pushed you back so you were fully pressed against the couch, her strong body caging you in as she kissed you with raw desperation. "s-so proud of you, baby..." you managed to repeat between the kiss and that was what broke ava down.

you were proud of her even when she committed all of those terrible acts? jesus, were you as sick as she was? truth be told, she didn't care—it was only more proof of how destined the two of you were of being together.

breaking the kiss, she rested her forehead against your shoulder and allowed herself to sob. her hands released your hips and instead wrapped her arms around your waist, her shaky palms pressed against your back.

she didn't even notice how sleepy she actually was until you changed your hold on her and wrapped your arms around her torso, her mind turning off as you slowly rocked her back and forth. "just—... a bit more..." her broken voice called out as she moved to kiss you again, basically making out with you despite the tears still rolling down and how drained she was.

you could get lost in her lips, and oh did you wanted to, but not in that moment. placing a hand on her chest, you pushed her away gently. "i like the way you kiss me... and i know you miss me because i can literally tell..." you said before laughing softly, taking a moment to admire her features. "but you need to sleep... let's go to bed, yeah?" you asked her and silently begged the gods above so your stubborn girlfriend would agree with you.

and she did.

she didn't comment anything else, she simply stood up and grabbed your hand—letting you stand up and guide her to your bedroom, a weak and trembly smirk forming on her redden lips. she was too tired to show you how much she needed you so the two of you shared a nice, tranquil night after you helped her get out of her suit, but you better believe she wasn't letting you escape the next morning.

[angelicabr]

Look at him and his slim figure, that cute bunny smile and positivity — like he hadn’t been motion sick the entire flight.

[mcqraw]

[romeowtoo]

[maximumfonzarelli]

in another life they travelled around the UK in a van searching for mysteries to write silly little songs about

[paulnnccartney]

HELLO????

[eyelessfaces]

[diamondzart]

I’ve known this crazy movie for about 14 years and never even tried to draw any fanart. This is criminal 🤯 Here goes my first attempt.

[kyurochurro]

Sonic Beatles! 🎸🎶🎼🌷🍏

Paul is a ram, John is a bear, George is a cat, and Ringo is a toucan! :3c

[foryouwereinmysong]

The last few minutes of Get Back are arguably the peak of documentary filmmaking in general

featuring: *goodnight paul, say goodnight john, goodnight paul, goodnight* *neeoeooow* *unintelligible fake german stuff* *Eins, Zwei, Viertel nach Drei* *I suddenly discovered I was halfway out of tune, but I continued playing because I'm no goon* *pling* *get off yer bum" *I lost a bass note somewhere* *ow* *Are we supposed to giggle in the solo?* *yeah* *okay*

[bram-stoners]

something about the group (minus john) only knowing bucky for a few hours but IMMEDIATELY helping him when he was knocked out by sentry

ava grabbing his arm, john and alexei picking him up and dragging him out and yelena holding him up in the elevator

[owuwi]

AVA STARR.ᐟ

➤ ava starr x fem!reader

.ᐣ ava comes home needing you.

⤷ cw: smut, usage of strap, strap riding, strap referred as "cock" and "dick", no proper foreplay, praising, mentions of past blowjobs and handjobs, a longer version of this post

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what a fucking day.

she was fuming—gloved hands curled into tight fists, jaw clenching so hard her teeth hurt—and all she could think about was you. she could almost smell your scent as she rushed up the stairs of your safe, shared apartment, her mouth nearly watering at the thought of getting to have you after the mess she dealt with earlier.

she didn't bother to use the keys she had tucked in one of the pockets of her suit—she simply phased through the door, body shivering at the sight of you cooking in the kitchen, unaware of her presence.

tilting her head slightly to the side, she took some time to simply look at you: admiring how you hummed a soft melody while stirring whatever was frying on the pan. you always welcomed the girl with a warm, delicious meal—every single time, no matter what time it was—and she was always so thankful. in that moment, though, she didn't want the food.

fuck whatever you were cooking, she wanted you.

ava slowly yet eagerly walked over to you, her steps calculated in an almost predatory way. she couldn't hold back a smirk from forming on her dry lips as she felt you jolting and gasping loudly in surprise when she placed her hands on your hips. "ava—fuck! i-i thought i told you not to scare me like that..." you complained, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest thanks to how badly she scared you.

"sorry..." a single word left her mouth, her voice low and raspy as she pressed herself against your back. her hands were possessively gripping your hips, fingers sprawling and slipping beneath your shirt to caress your bare skin. suddenly, she ground her groin against the curve of your ass—groaning and burying her head on your neck at the faint friction.

the whimper that slipped past your mouth did nothing to help ava's need—it only made it ten times worst, especially as she knew why you reacted like that. "jesus... why are you packing during missions?" you asked her, your hand quickly turning the stove off so you wouldn't burn anything, your mind shutting down as you felt the large bulge beneath the thick material of her suit.

"don't act as if you don't like it.." she replied before starting to kiss and suck all over your sensitive neck, one of her hands coming up to move your hair to the side. she kept grinding against you like a fucking dog—but you definitely weren't complaining. it didn't take her long before she turned you around and started kissing you senseless, her skilled tongue slipping past your tender lips.

in the heat of the moment, ava slowly and subtly started guiding the two of you over to the couch—and you realized of her sneaky movements only when the cushion hit your girl's calves and made her sit down. you pulled away from the kiss as she made you sit on her lap, your arms wrapping around her neck. "you must be exhausted... w-why don't you eat first, hm?" with a quivering voice, you asked, trying your best to not hump her dick—that was perfectly pressed against your dripping cunt—.

"i just need you right now.... let me have you—please..." she replied before leaning in and attacking your neck once again, her fingers finding the edge of your shirt and slowly starting to pull it up.

she acted as if she was starving—for you—, and who were you to deny her?

you rested your palms on her chest and pushed her away, giggling at her protest. without saying a word, you lifted your own shirt up your soft body and removed the piece of fabric, clearly offering ava a little show. the way she licked her lips and roamed her eyes over every inch of your upper body—focusing on your bare breasts like the shameless horndog that she was—caused you to involuntary buck your hips, your eyes closing as you met with the bulge hidden away in her suit.

the british girl's hands immediately found their way up to your tits—thumbs brushing over your hardening nipples—. she then slid her palms down to your waist and leaned in, wrapping her lips around one of your buds and suckling on it.

"god..." you sighed out, throwing your head back as you grinded against her strap. "you know god's not here... just say my name..." she told you after she released your nipple, looking at you with pure desperation in her green eyes. "ava... need you so bad..." you whined rapidly, lips parting to release a soft series of moans as you kept moving your hips against her own.

in another moment, she would had teased you—the sentence "i thought you wanted to wait?" or some cocky shit like that would've left her throat without even thinking—though, in that moment, she couldn't do so.

ava rushed into pulling her pants down her toned legs until they pooled at her ankles, slipping out the faux cock she had been wearing all day. as she did this, you removed your shorts and drenched panties, your nose briefly scrunching up as the silicon made contact with your throbbing clit.

"please fuck me..." you mumbled. she always took her sweet time with you but, despite how much the two of you enjoyed it, you were silently begging for her to not do so in that moment.

and your pleads were answered.

after sliding the tip of her dick up and down your slit, getting it all wet with your arousal, she slowly pushed inside your hole—throwing her head back against the headrest of the couch as if she could feel your warm walls. you moaned and moved your hands up to her shoulders, mouth opening at the initial burn. it was big—bigger than usual—and it was definitely a bit complicated to take her size without much previous foreplay, but you genuinely needed her so badly that you didn't care.

you grabbed one of her hands and guided it down to your pussy, sighing as she quickly understood what you wanted and started rubbing your clit with her fingers. the slight squelching sound echoed across the living room as ava messily rubbed your cunt, the noises turning you on even more—which helped you get even wetter, making it easier for you to take more of her cock.

"look at you, hm? taking my dick like that..." she rasped out—her voice heavy, low, and full of desire—as her other hand slid beneath your back to rest on the fat of your ass. it was taking all the strength and self control she owned to not start pounding into you like crazy, but oh were you making it truly difficult.

"ava... it's too big..." you whined, looking at her before licking your lips and slowly sliding down on her strap a bit more. the bastard had chosen to wear the biggest strap the two of you owned—a quite realistic, 7 inch one—and then come home all needy.

damn, you loved her.

about five minutes later, you were close to sobbing—in a good way, though. your lips pressed against hers as you got used to the feeling of the whole length of her cock inside you. you could had cum just from the way she was kissing you so roughly and desperately, not bothering to hide how badly she had missed you.

you started rocking your hips before lifting yourself slightly and then falling back down on ava's lap, a moan—muffled by your girlfriend's own mouth—leaving you at the pleasure spread all over your body. she broke the kiss and looked up at you with her mouth agape, her grip on your body tightening as you repeated your motion.

"good... good—like that..." she commented, placing both of her hands on your ass and guiding you to bounce on her. as you complied, she groaned and closed her eyes.

ava loved acting like her dick was real—and fuck, did you love it, too. she would always groan and moan when you made any contact with it, often making you suck her off or give her handjobs and actually cumming from it. the way she would roll her eyes while stroking herself before fucking you was her way of giving you a show, but she couldn't help but enjoy the slight pleasure it would provide her.

she bit down on her bottom lip and kneaded the flesh of your ass with her gloved hands as you speeded up your pace, her breath growing even shallower at the sight of your tits bouncing right in front of her face.

she was astonished—looking at you with an almost dumb expression on her face—and she looked so fucking hot. she had a cut on her cheek, her hair styled in a really messy bun with two loose strands framing her face, and everything about her was making you feel so close already.

"ava..." you moaned out her name—knowing how much she liked it when you did so—, your legs trembling as the tip of her strap slammed against your cervix. tears pooled in your eyes as you continued to bounce on her, palms tightly pressing against her shoulders.

"you're doing so good... you know you are, sweetheart..." the british girl quickly praised you, her accent rougher than usual as she spoke. she couldn't do anything but just sit there, looking at you as you used her for your pleasure—making her feel so fucking good, too—.

she was so, embarrassingly close as well, even if the stimulation she was receiving was close to none. the way your ass smacked against her strong thighs, the way your breasts jiggled as you rode her, the sounds you were making—it was all thanks to her and it was driving her insane.

"that feels amazing..." ava exclaimed, her shaky hands coming up to explore every inch of your body—once again, focusing on your breasts—. she was so close to orgasming and it was obvious with the way she was moaning louder, clearly trying to keep her own sounds quiet and only letting groans yet failing miserably.

"fuck, i'm close... fuck..." you managed to mumble out as you felt yourself clenching around her cock, your pace faltering as your body shook. taking notice, she placed her hands on your ass again and smacked your flesh—smirking at the way you jolted and grinded against her once again—.

"i'm close, too, so don't stop." if you hadn't known your girlfriend, you would had pointed out the clear attitude she had—but that was just the way ava expressed herself.

a small part of you needed for her to take control; to fuck you stupid and turn your legs into jelly. though knowing you were making her so desperate while you did all the work was something you enjoyed, especially after the long day she had while working.

your hips jerked forward and you moaned as you hit that spongy spot deep inside you, leaning down to kiss her again while you rode her. every muscle in ava's body tensed and flexed as she desperately tried to control herself, but you just knew how to make her lose her mind.

she broke the kiss some seconds later and leaned her head back against the headrest, lips parted and eyes glued to your face. she was mesmerized—she always was with you but fuck, there was something different in her gaze. you could call her horny or whatever but the sight of you being so desperate for her... it did things to her.

"fuck 'm gonna cum." she suddenly said, breaking you out of your little bubble as her rough voice reached your ears. her brows furrowed slightly in that characteristic way of hers, her hands tightening their grip on your ass as she groaned from the pleasure.

"gonna cum, too..." you whispered as you rocked your hips with enough force to make the couch creak, your moans growing louder and louder by the second. in that moment—as you rode her—, you wanted nothing but be able to actually feel her, to be able to feel her throbbing deep inside you.

with a loud, broken moan, you finally felt relief crashing all over you. ava noticed—how could had she not? with the way your body shook, your mouth opened before eventually releasing a series of loud noises of pleasure, and you dug your fingertips so hardly into the material of her suit—and she couldn't help but cum with you.

she tried so hard to stay still but she just couldn't, her hips jerking upwards and fingers twitching against your flesh. her mind went blank for some good seconds, her eyes closing as her whole body tingled and shivered.

she held you close to her as you both came down, the living room filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the softer, fainter noise of your hips sliding against hers as you rode out your orgasm and helped with hers. she leaned in and brushed her nose against your cheek before placing an open-mouthed kiss to the corner of your lips.

"i-i love how you always cum despite not being able to feel a lot... makes me wonder how sensitive you'd be if you had an actual dick..." the first words you said were teasing, weakly laughing as the girl backed away to look at you better.

"oh shut up..." she simply fired back, hands sliding to your thighs to give them a squeeze. "you'd love it if my dick was real... i just know you'd be all over me 24/7." her next comment was dripping with a mocking tone—though you knew she didn't mean any harm—, trying to act as if your words weren't truth and clearly attempting to defend herself.

"excuse me? remind me again, who came home and immediately started humping me like a dog?" you quickly asked as you placed your sweaty palm on her cheek, faintly brushing your thumb along the edge of the gash on her face. "you're funny..." she exclaimed, looking at you with a 'does it look like i'm laughing?' expression on her face.

you were about to say something else until she cut you off by pressing her lips against yours, the kiss no longer being all teeth and tongue nor filthy—this time, it was gentler, allowing you to feel how much she appreciated you—.

"i love you..." ava mumbled as she delicately broke the kiss, the words that once took her so much to say now leaving her throat without any hesitation. "love you too..." you quickly said back, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

"want to take a shower?" she asked you as she helped you get off of her strap, kissing all over your face in an attempt of soothing the sensitivity you felt. "definitely. no second round, though... just a normal shower." you replied yet added a reminder, knowing how handsy ava always was when the two of you showered together.

"that's what you always say." the british girl commented before chuckling and then, once again, kissing your lips.

what a night.