#darcy lewis x male!reader

[scarlettrue]

My Girl Darcy

Darcy Lewis x Nonbinary/Male!Reader

Summary: You have been dating Darcy, the nerdy girl in you first met in your junior year science class, since you both graduated. You’ve helped her come out of her shell, but you start to notice she’s been a little… teasing as of late.

SMUT, 18+!!!!!!

Warnings: Darcy being a teasing little shit, dom!R, sub!Darcy, blowjobs (R receiving), eating out (Darcy receiving), multiple cream pies, cumming on Darcy’s glasses, Darcy is a whiny cock hungry sub who goes dumb for R, aftercare and cuddling with Darcy and cuteness overload at the end.

You’ve been with you’re fantastic girlfriend, Darcy Lewis, for a few years. Darcy has always been a shy, quite, yet sweet, kind, and thoughtful girl who was super scientifically gifted, and also nerdy (like gamer movie and tv nerdy). You find her to be absolutely adorable (she is).

Yet lately you notice she’s been… different. Not in a bad way, but you notice that she’s got more confidence, which is amazing, but on the other hand of that spectrum, she’s been a bit of a tease. Wearing skimpier and skimpier clothing, to the point where her whole ass thighs are exposed. And thats not all, she’s also a lot more touchy with you and sometimes her voice goes a bit sultry, and while it’s adorable, it’s almost bait worthy.

You’ll admit you were somewhat of a perv, but you usually never did anything as you agreed to wait until you were both ready. So you figured with the way she was acting recently, she may have been ready, however, you were gonna make sure she was ready and be a decent partner.

So, you’re gaming one night, as you do, and here comes Darcy slinking up to you, wearing nothing but one of your old shirts and her adorable ass glasses.

“What you doing babe?��� She says in this almost sultry tone that is way to adorable, just from that you can tell how inexperienced she is. “Do you want something, my love.” You cooo back to her, PC turned off by that point.

After what you’ve said as well as your movements towards her, she gets oh so quite and flustered. “Well? Does my little Princess want something”

“I want you daddy!” She blurts out immediately after you stop talking. “I want all of you, I want your mouth and I want your cock. I want everything so the icky feeling will leave my legs.” Hearing that needy tone makes you more ravenous and feral than you already were before hand. Ready to tear into her and make her know she’s yours, but you had to make sure she was ready.

After nearly cornering her, you whisper into her ear “are you sure you’re ready, Princess?” Something about you calling her princess in that low voice makes her even wetter, but she speaks up “y-y-yes daddy. I’m ready.”

And with that, you instruct her to take off her shirt so you can see her and my god. Her body is the most beautiful and breathtaking sight you’ve ever seen. Her breasts were supple, her thighs were some of the thicket you’ve seen, and her ass was a sight to behold. Every ounce of her body deserved worship, but you were in such a feral mood that’d have to wait.

You notice her get a little standoffish, but you quickly reassure her “you’re body is a work of art, something the gods themselves created for me to worship, ravish, and ruin.”

You notice Darcy melt into your arms at this, you can tell no one else has talked to her like this, and you’re glad she’s in your hands.

“You’re mind and body are mine because you allow them to be. I wish for you to tell me how you feel, through a safe word. A word that is just for us here.” Upon hearing this, she feels safer and tells you the safe word she wishes to use

Once that’s over, you instruct her to get on her knees. Once she does, you tell her to start sucking your cock nice and slow before gradually getting faster.

And man, her feels throat feels amazing on your cock. You can feel the way she’s nearly detailing every inch of your cock, making you feel her tongue, watching as her eyes nearly roll back in her head or hearing her gag on you’re length. The feeling is so amazing you can practically feel yourself near the edge already, and you let go, letting yourself explode in her mouth and down her throat after a while. “Good girl, you’ve taken daddy’s cock so well so far. But I wanna taste you before I give you my length.”

So, Darcy gets on the bed as you instruct. You mark up her thighs, leaving hickeys all over them before you start. “Now lay down and let daddy make you feel good my little slut.” Darcy almost gasps before your tongue meets her pussy. As you lap at her bud, and sucks on her clit, she lets out these near pornographic moans.

“Ahhh fuck, yes!! Yes daddy!!!” She exclaims. “IM GONNA CUM!!” And as she says that, she explodes into your mouth. You savor her juices, and my god does she taste absolutely amazing, like you’ve never tasted before.

“Good girl. You’ve done such a good job for me. Are you ready to feel me, my love?” You ask, damn well knowing the answer. “Yes daddy.” She moans out.

You align your cock to her entrance before plowing into her with your full length, before pulling in and ramming her against and again. And as you continue to move, you finger her clit, causing her to give yet another pornographic moan.

As you fuck her, you remove your hand from her clit and suck on her titties, giving each one the attention it deserves, sucking on biting down on her nipples, earning another moan, before you mark up her neck, giving her more hickeys.

As you continue to fuck into her, you feel her walls start to clasp around your cock, before she cums around your cock, and this pushes you over the edge, and you cum inside of Darcy.

After you take a breath, you decide to flip Darcy around, and start going once again, holding her arms with one hand, while your other hand is on her shoulder. As you fuck into her rougher and faster than before, you whisper all sorts of dirty messages into her ear. “Look at you, you’re such a mess for daddy. You’re daddy’s little cock whore, eager to be filled by my cock and please me.”

As you say this, Darcy’s eyes roll into the back of her head, and she lightly says “daddy’s little cock whore” before you both simultaneously cum.

After you’ve ridden the high, you pull out, with your cum leaking from her pusssy and her hair is an absolute mess. You ask her to get on her knees one more time so you can give her a gift.

As you start to jerk yourself off, she gets on her knees, and you instruct her to open her mouth and stick her tongue out. A small but later, you cum all over her face, staining her glasses with white, her tongue and hair and cheeks covered in your seed.

After a while, you start talking, “Are you okay my love?” “I’m okay. I’m so sleepy.” She replies lazily. “Let’s clean you up before we go to be.” You say, as you help her to the bath tub, legs shaky after the long session.

As you help climb in the bathtub, you take off her glasses and clean them for her, and then climb in the tub and join her, holding her and cleaning her up.

“Thank you babe.” Darcy says all sweetly. “Why are you thanking me?” “Because I’ve never had anyone hold me like this after they’ve just destroyed me.” The response almost makes you sad. You know she’s had some absolutely shitty relationships, but you never knew that they were shitty enough to not give aftercare.

“Darcy, I will always be willing to treat you amazingly. I’m more than willing to treat you like the queen that you are. You’re amazing and deserve nothing but love and appreciation and worship, and I’m so lucky to be that person.” “You’re such a dork.” She replies almost playfully. “And you’re an absolutely adorkable girl.” You say as you clean her face and hair.

After a while, you help her dry off and get ready for bed. She asks to stay topless because she liked the skin on skin contact you had with her in the bath.

So there you are, cuddling her in bed, and she looks up to you and says “I’m so lucky to have an amazing partner like you.” “And I’m lucky to have you.” You reply. “No, I’m the luckiest girl in the world because you are so kind and sweet and you know how to make me feel good in every way imaginable.”

And hearing this makes you almost emotional, but you’re glad to see her so happy, and you’re glad that she chose you, and you can’t believe how lucky you really are to have her and adorable and slutty and smart and sexy and kind self. And after you’re first time having sex together, you both cuddle and talk until you pass out, hold her very close to you.

A/n: howdy fellers, I hope you like this fic that I wrote here, I know it probably sucks more dog turd than the Xbox One but whatever. I just enjoy polluting Tumblr with like smut of characters I think are underrated. Anyways, have a good night and happy trails.

[skylarinfinity]

tony: don't you think it's weird how m/n had a crush on all three of us? [sip his coffee with serious face]

tony: and yet that dr darcy lewis the one who gets to have him... [frown a bit]

wanda & natasha: [in unison] i'm just glab that he doesn't end up with you.

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket

[fandomnerd9602]

I was wondering if you could do a Darcy Lewis x Male!reader?

Darcy stares at Y/N…

Darcy: you will buy me a coffee and feed me one of your French fries

Y/N: you don’t have hypnosis powers

Darcy does the puppy dog eyes…

Darcy: pretty please

Y/N: oh alright

[0blobthefish0]

Requesting Info:

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Requests are open! I only write for character x female reader (and gn! reader) - so no character x character or male!reader requests please.

There's a list of characters I can write for below, however if there is a character you would like to request for that is not on the list (given that they are from one of the fandoms listed) feel free to ask and we can discuss it :)

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Upcoming works: not necessarily in order

1. Maria Hill x reader [La Douleur Exquise]

2. Monica Geller x reader [Instant family]

3. Owen Grady x reader [You've got it all wrong]

4. Lilia Calderu x reader [Glowing]

Characters I can write for:

MARVEL - ‣ Natasha Romanoff ‣ Carol Danvers ‣ Darcy Lewis ‣ Agatha Harkness ‣ Maria Hill ‣ Valkyrie|Brunnhilde ‣ James 'Bucky' Barnes ‣ Loki Laufeyson

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THE 100 - ‣ Lexa ‣ Raven Reyes ‣ John Murphy

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GREY'S ANATOMY - ‣ Addison Montgomery (incl Private Practice) ‣ Amelia Shepherd (incl Private Practice)

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HARRY POTTER - ‣ Severus Snape ‣ Sirius Black ‣ Bellatrix Lestrange ‣ Ron Weasley

OTHER CHARACTERS - ‣ Johanna Mason (The Hunger Games) ‣ Max Black (2 Broke Girls) ‣ Monica Geller (Friends) ‣ Maeve Wiley (Sex Education) ‣ Leighton Murray (The Sex Lives of College Girls) ‣ Owen Grady (Jurassic World) ‣ Claire Dearing (Jurassic World) ‣ Jim Hopper (Stranger Things) ‣ Jillian Holtzmann (Ghostbusters 2016) ‣ Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

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Please avoid sending in a request reading: '*character* x reader' without any information as it does make it more difficult to write for and I will be more likely to not write it at all

I will not write for: • immoral and illegal pairings - teacher x student, incest, etc.. • pregnancy, cheating, SA, rape, mommy/daddy kinks or anything like it

[plscallmeeren]

D O N ‘ T M I N D T H A T P T 2

Darcy Lewis x Reader

Request: yes from the wonderful @Dragonsw Who is basically my sponsor at this point

Summary: you just can't catch a break without getting caught... the amount of this chapter that is actual smut isn't much 🥲 (male reader)

Warnings: Swearing; kinda/nearly getting caught in the act; oral (f receiving); fingering; edging; daddy kink; slight sexual power dynamic; unedited

Word Count: 2.1K+

You jumped up from Darcy as you heard the door swing open, revealing none other than Natasha.

"What are you two up to? Getting it on the floor this time? Didn't think to lock the door?"

"We were only training," you countered, although you realised as you pulled on your t-shirt and threw Darcy her things that that wasn't very believable.

"M'sure. I wanna train now. Move," she ordered, walking past the lifted ring to reach the stepper.

"You know, theoretically, if we were doing what you thought we were," Darcy started, "the general curtousy would be to leave us."

It was unusual for her to be so outspoken in front of the other Avengers because she felt a little out of place, but you were thrilled to find she was settling in more and more.

"The naked woman speaks," Natasha taunted in return and Darcy blushed scarlet.

"C'mon, we've trained enough for today," you negotiated, ever the diplomat.

She slipped into her clothes again quickly and you couldn't help but press a kiss to her shoulder blade, but then you were out and smirking as you escaped her.

You liked to play, and she knew it.

•••

You smiled involuntarily when you felt the familiar weight of someone on your legs, but you didn't put down the book you were reading and promptly ignored her as she dragged herself closer and closer to your height.

"(Y/n)... please... I'm so wet, still..."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just resting up from that heavy training we did."

You couldn't help but run your fingers through her hair as she sighed contentedly against your skin.

"Baby, I can't take it..."

"I'm sure you'll be fine." You sat up, pushing your face past hers and whispered: "And the orgasm will be even better."

Standing, you then retreated to the living room where Natasha and Clint were watching Corpse Bride.

Darcy sat on your bed for a while longer, stunned, rubbing her legs together hopelessly when she finally accepted you had left.

•••

Halfway through the movie Clint fell asleep, even though it was still the afternoon, and Natasha nudged your shin with her foot.

"So, you playing the teasing game?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because she's standing there glaring daggers at you."

Your head spun around painfully fast and you fought to hide your surprise when you saw Darcy pretending to make a sandwich.

Well, not so much pretending as failing; missing the cheese on the bread. Slicing once diagonally through the tomato instead of straight, and so on.

"So... you want some help?"

You contemplated for a moment. Darcy wasn't a jealous person, and you had even discussed your shared appreciation for tease and connected exhibitionism.

"Yeah. Sure."

She smirked. It was obvious Natasha had something planned, and she was undoubtedly good at persuasion in that sense, though you only really had eyes for your girlfriend.

She stood, walking towards the kitchen and purposefully dropping a knife she picked up. She leaned down slowly, displaying a perfect view for me from the couch. Darcy's left eyebrow twitched.

"Oh, I see what you're doing," she claimed outright, narrowing her eyes in displeasure. "A cunning game. I can play it, too."

Darcy approached Natasha as she stood up and took her hand in both of her own, slowly, sensuously licking up them, taking the well manicured index and middle digit down her throat.

Natasha grinned. She seemed awfully pleased to be caught up in the matter.

"That's enough," you said firmly, taking long strides toward the two and sending a harsh look towards Natasha, who slipped her fingers out of your girlfriend's mouth and held up her hands in mock surrender, swinging her hips exaggeratedly as she left the two of you alone.

You pressed your tongue into the side of your cheek, not taking your eyes off the brunette before you. She made a small noise and you could still see her trembling legs.

"You so wet for me that you just couldn't behave? Is that your excuse?" you growled, an unspoken threat on your mind.

"Y-Yeah. I'm so wet for you. So sweet."

You couldn't hold back, anymore. You pushed her against the counter, pulling her lips onto your own and biting her lower lip possessively. She whimpered, panting slightly when you pulled away and kissed at her jaw instead.

"Oh, fuck-"

You slipped a hands between her thighs as you continued to kiss her neck, sucking marks onto her skin she would proudly wear.

You palmed her core harshly, strong, curved movements that had her squirming and gripping onto the counter surface with all her might to steady herself.

"I can feel you through your pants, darling," you breathed smugly, dragging her sweatpants down in the same motion. Darcy gasped and held onto the counter even more-so, if that was possible.

"Yes, please, daddy, I-"

"What time is it?" came the groggy and unsuspecting voice of Clint from the nearby couch, the both of us springing apart as Darcy pulled her pants back up.

Just as I had discovered she was wearing nothing underneath.

"It's, uh, almost four," Darcy covered up hurriedly, bouncing on her heels in hopes of escaping the situation.

"Already? Hm. (Y/n), I need your help with something up in room 774..."

You looked Darcy in the eye for a second and realised you should have taken her then and there after training, whether Natasha was watching or not.

•••

It was one entire day later and you were two cold showers into lunch. Jane had called Darcy in on some urgent business, so neither of you were happy.

You had just finished cooking lunch in preparation for her return when she strutted in through the grey door with all the confidence and longing in the world.

You could have fucked her there, perhaps. Maybe you should have. But instead you presented her with delicious food and a snarky comment about nourishment for later.

"This is so good," she groaned, eating quicker than was likely good for her. "Get yourself a man who makes you a good hot lunch, huh?"

"Why, thank you. I'll be off searching as soon as I get my bowl back."

You both laughed and eventually she had finished eating, the two of you heading to the bathroom.

Once inside, you pushed her up against the wall, tapping her thighs so that she would wrap her legs around your waist (with your support, of course).

She was wearing a relatively slim long-sleeved top with a deep cut, as well as a skirt (a rare occurrence) that hiked up naturally when you pushed your groin closer to hers.

You made out passionately for a good moment, Darcy shivering at the temperature difference between the cold tiled wall and your warm flesh.

Finally, you set her down on the counter, lowering yourself to the height of her pussy and smirking at the large dark patch in her panties. She panted heavily somewhere above you.

"Please, (y/n), please, I- I need you," she whimpered, spreading her legs even wider as she pulled her skirt up around her waist. Only her soaked panties stood in the way, now.

You ripped them clean in half and put the remains in your pocket, dragging her thighs across the counter so that her cunt was right at the edge.

One kiss to her left thigh, a groan, another to her right, she whined, one last kiss to the top of her groin, then...

With a sound like a cat lapping at water, you dove in, licking at her pussy at the speed of light. This is what you had been waiting for. This is all you wanted.

Her whines grew louder and louder until you were farting your tongue in and out of her with an occasional kiss to her clit, and suddenly they were outright moans. Your fingertips dug into the flesh of her thighs to steady your pace, her hands tangling in your hair and pulling at it, but you didn't particularly mind.

You added two fingers without warning, focusing the full attention of your tongue on her clit while your digits rammed into her cunt, her moans turning to screams.

She was the epitome of erotica: Legs spread wide around your head, clothes unceremoniously crinkled and clumped to get them out of the way, trembling, hair disheveled, mascara smudged, shaking more, clenching, nearing-

Footsteps hurried on the other side of the door and with no other option, you picked Darcy up and placed her moaning mess in the adjoining cubicle, quickly slapping water at your face so that no one could tell you were covered in bodily fluids.

Darcy quieted in the back, only just coming down enough to think straight as the door slammed open, revealing Tony with Bruce behind him, the former clad in his entire suit with a gun lifted.

"Woah, man." Your eyes widened. Why on earth...?

"Oh, god. I told you, Tony, if someone is screaming in a bathroom it has a whole 'nother meaning."

"Okay, don't blame this on me. When JARVIS says there's an emergency and potential danger, you can't just ignore that. Also, no one's that loud unless they're with me."

"You're really arrogant, you know that? No one else is even here."

"Right."

They finally turned to look at you, who was standing rather perplexed and close to laughter.

"So... am I innocent, officers?" you jested, quirking an eyebrow.

Bruce left with an apologetic nod but Tony wasn't quite finished with you, yet.

"You're very loud, y'know. And just for your information, you sound like a girl when you're jerking off, I'm just saying, no harm in that- I mean, personally, I like a girl making noise but-"

Just when you were about to intervene and tell him that's not what you were doing, his eyes remained glued on your hip. Confused, you looked down, only to see the lacy underwear you had stuffed into your pocket.

"I can explain-"

"There are three options here," he started, ignoring you, "either you're into wearing that sorta thing - no judgement, of course, although it must bruise your ego that those fit - but I don't see the point in putting it in your pocket if that's the case. Scene two; your girlfriend's currently unavailable and you're filling the void inside you yourself so that you don't need another woman, but with the help of her underwear. Now, this explanation would suffice, but-"

He glanced down at the locked door to the adjoining cubicle and the feet peeking out under the door. "Given the evidence, I'd say you're not alone at all."

You couldn't help but grin. Tony was one of your closest friends and he sure knew how to draw out a moment long enough to make it hilarious.

"Have fun, kids. Don't forget to use the protection and," he turned, dramatically leaving his last line until he was halfway out the door, "do us the favour and lock the door. Unless you're into that sort of thing, I suppose."

He walked out and you quickly shut (and locked!) the door behind him. Darcy crept out to meet you.

You both burst out laughing.

The hot atmosphere from before evaporated, but that didn't mean you weren't both still in the mood.

You embraced each other slowly, again kissing, but this time slower, her hands clasped behind your neck while your arms wrapped around her waist.

Your girlfriend still standing, you fell to your knees, starting right where you left off with a grin.

You both laughed a lot and she came in no time.

A new kink had certainly been discovered.

And it wouldn't be the last time someone walked in on you.

It wouldn't even be the last time it was Tony.

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I had so much fun writing this, the Tony and Bruce scene had me internally cackling, but I don't know if you read it as funnily as I imagined 🥲

Almost three hundred people have read this shit?????? What????

Anyways

Sorry for the wait I'm back to studying so I can't write much. My humanities teacher is killing me.

Have a great day wherever you are, my darlings ❤️

[thebisexualdogdad]

Can you do headcanons for Darcy Lewis dating a Himbo reader

Darcy Lewis x Male!reader

● you and Darcy are literally a himbo and bimbo couple 

● you both got big hearts but sometimes you can be a little… eccentric 

● and of course Darcy is an educated woman but that doesn't stop her from asking things like "do you think the asgardians invented thunderstorms to hide the sounds of space battles?" 

● or "how do the creators of skittles know what a rainbow tastes like? I think a rainbow would taste like a unicorn which I think tastes like cotton candy ice cream" 

● date nights are staying in and watching hours of TV eating take out

● and creating so many theories about what's gonna happen next because y'all are invested 

● and sometimes Jimmy invites himself over to join you

● which you guys don't mind but he does eat a whole pizza by himself and then falls asleep on your couch 

● but you and Darcy have a blast drawing on his face when he's asleep 

● being so proud of your girlfriend every time she tasers someone 

● "way to go babe you tase that jerk!" 

● your apartment is filled with snacks 

● neither of you care to cook so if you don't get something delivered your dinner will consist of chips, candy and whatever you can find in your fridge

● whenever Darcy misplaces her glass she pretends to be Velma from scooby doo

● "my glasses! I can't see without my glasses!" And it makes you laugh every single time 

● Darcy lives off coffee to the point where it's a little concerning 

● "um Darce how many coffees have you had today?" 

● "I don't know… like 7?"

● "maybe you should drink some water" 

● "water is for suckers"

● the first time you meet Thor in person you and him are comparing muscle sizes 

● Darcy to Jane "look at those two beautiful idiots and to think this all started because you ran Thor over with your car"

● "can we move on from that already, you met Y/N by throwing a drink in his face at a bar" 

● "I thought he was trying to steal my bag!" 

● "Darcy you dropped your wallet"

● "well I figured that out after the fact and now he's my boyfriend so it all turned out just fine"

[marvels-bitch-boy]

If anyone here has any good male reader x wanda, or Natasha, or Daisy, or Darcy, or MJ

PLEASE SEND THEN TO ME! I’m in need of some cute shit!!

(this also goes for any trans male reader stories!!!)

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

Take me to church (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Dark Priest Bucky Barnes x Singer Female Reader

Summary: In Modern Russia, James Buchanan Barnes is the Priest of the Catholic Church. He has a great life.

However, there is something in him. A darkness.

And once he meets you, an opera singer at the Bolshoi Opera House, that darkness ferments and grows.

But James doesn't mind corrupting you. Or him.

Not at all.

Chapter Warnings: This story takes place in modern Russia. Heavy discussions and allusions to religion are also in this story. Mentions of a past male predator, as well as past male predatory behavior, are discussed. As well as the male predator in question having an improper power imbalance/dynamic with his victims. And because of the past male predatory behavior, there is also mention of religious trauma. This fic also contains a Dark!Priest!Bucky. And, if any will be asking, yes, implied/referenced murder. If you get it, you get it.

I think that should cover all of my bases as far as the content warnings go for this chapter, but if I missed any, please let me know down below!

Italics are for Russian. As this is modern Russia, I've switched out some names to make the story a little bit more accurate. Or, as accurate as I can possibly be. Instead of Natasha, she'll be known as Natalia. And instead of Alexander Pierce being spelled like Alexander, he'll be known as Aleksandr.

Additional Notes: Wooof, this had been living rent-free in my head for the last couple of days. I wanted to have all of this mostly prewritten out, as this is officially my first Christmas Special ever! So a Happy Holidays to you all!

This story couldn't be here without the love and support of the lovely soundboard that is @lizzygal, who often encourages these crazy ideas I have brewing. A huge thank you for your enormous help! This baby couldn't have been born without your helpful suggestions.

I would also like to add that even though Priest!Bucky is Catholic in this story, I am not Catholic myself or religious, so there will be some inaccurate things in here. So, I apologize in advance if anything seems out of the ordinary.

If you'd like to read this on my AO3, you can read it here.

Word Count: 6,648

“Hey! Are you going to get drinks with us tonight?”

You balanced your phone in between your ear and your neck as you craned your neck, to support your phone. Hastily putting on your shoes, you grabbed a hold of your phone again.

Smoothing over your clothes again, you checked to make sure your makeup still looked good. You had woken up after hitting your snooze button, and in a haste, had gotten ready.

Your boss wasn’t a very nice person when it came to tardiness.

Especially considering you worked at the Opera. You were going to need to get a coffee. Almond milk, no sugar. As a performer, you were not allowed any dairy or sugar. You rehearsed your lines daily and made sure to get lots and lots of rest. You drank some hot water with lemon when you had woken up this morning, and it was a very nice pick me up.

A certain little whimper caught your attention.

“C’m here Star, gonna let me feed you before I go, baby?” You were using your baby voice. Your Chihuahua just ran up to you, jumping to scratch at your jeans. You started to laugh.

“Okay, okay, okay! I gotchu. I get it. Hold on.” Star followed you to the little pantry where you kept her dog food, the blonde-furred dog wagging her tail happily as she heard the bag open. Excitedly, she ran over and watched with wide eyes as you got her food.

“… You still there?”

Oh shit.

“Yeah, yeah Darc- I’m still here. What were you saying about drinks on Saturday?” Your response made your friend snort as you poured food into Star’s dog bowl. She went to town, chowing down as you continued to talk to Darcy over the phone. Plopping the measuring cup into her dog food bag, you sealed it back up.

“Are you going?” Darcy Lewis sounded amused as you ran to the front door of your apartment.

“Be good for me while I’m gone, okay baby?” You patted Star’s head. She whined. “I don’t know if I’ll go have drinks tonight, Darcy. I mean, I went last week. You know I still have to go to church next month on Saturday when we usually go for drinks… because of my brother. I need to pick his daughter up from church. She’s got Christmas song rehearsals.”

“Oh!” Darcy sounded delighted. “Cassie, right? Scott’s kid?”

“Yeah.”

After your dad had remarried, Scott Lang had been one of his kids. You liked Scott very much. He was very much a jokester. After he had gotten out of jail, you had helped him get back onto his feet. Now, he was in a relationship with Hope Van Dyke, co-parenting Cassie with his ex-wife. She was a singer at the Bolshoi Opera House, and you were her understudy for the production of Faust.

“Oooh! Then you can see the priest! Oh my god, I saw him at Sunday Mass, and oh my god, if he weren’t a priest-” You stopped Darcy’s gushings as you unlocked your front door, only to close it and lock it. You made a noise deep in your throat.

“That’s the frigging priest you’re talking about, Darc. I don’t need to know what he looks like, okay? I don’t need to know what he looks like while he’s in his robes. Or worse, when he’s out of them.” You couldn’t help but shudder at the thought.

Because yes, you had seen pictures of the priest He was certainly attractive. Chestnut-brown hair that went down to his shoulders, blue eyes, a strong jaw, sharp cheekbones, and not to mention his beard- he was practically a walking wet dream. Not to mention he was very muscular and broad. You had only seen pictures of him on the Internet and Google. Never in person. When you moved out of your mother’s home after you had graduated from high school, you swore to yourself that you would never attend another church.

Especially the church that the current priest now did Sunday Mass in. Just the thought of it made you terrified. It made you feel sick.

“Do you think he’s packing?” Darcy’s words made you choke.

“Oh my god, please stop.” You begged as she cackled, hearing you exit out of your apartment complex, and she heard the chatters of people walking down the busy street.

“No, seriously! He’s like, super freaking tall. He’s gotta be packing under there. Do you think his holy sword is bigger than President Rogers’s sword?” Her voice had lowered to a gossipy whisper, which made your cheeks burn in embarrassment as the thought crossed your mind of, is this truly a friend of mine that I have.

“I don’t know! Why don’t you ask him for a physical Darcy, you’re a doctor!” You proclaimed. Some people on the street looked at you funny. You apologized profusely as you continued your merry way down the street.

“I’m not a physical doctor. That’s not in my field. Why don’t you go ask him? Or ask his ex-girlfriend?” Darcy suggested. “That’s an invasion of privacy,” you snapped at her. “Besides,” you continued on. “I don’t even know who his ex is. And aren’t priests supposed to be pure?”

“Well, this isn’t the Middle Ages. Maybe he’s not a virgin? Maybe he even has tattoos. You know, I met a priest that had tattoos once. Oh, he was wonderful.” Darcy’s suggestion did not fall on deaf ears.

“Still not checking his dick out. That’s gross. Besides, don’t you remember the sex tape that got leaked of that one celebrity in the West? I’m sorry, but I’m not looking forward to seeing myself on every porn site known to man while the priest is balls deep in my kitty, okay? No thanks.”

Your response made her cackle. It made Darcy sob with tears.

“I knew I taught you well. How’s your lady garden doing? Is it doing okay? Still going through a dry spell?” Darcy teased you. Your cheeks flushed, once again. “How can my lady garden be going through a dry spell when I haven’t even had a dick inside of me yet,” your grumble made Darcy laugh again. Reaching a street, you stood with people who were waiting for the stoplight to signal for walking. Now having a few minutes to yourself, you indulged in talking to your friend.

“I should take you out to a club. A strip club. You need to pop that cherry girl.” Darcy giggled as the crosswalk signal shone. Moving along with the crowd, you continued to talk.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’ve been trying to do this since we got into college. I’m twenty-five, not fifteen.” Your scathing remark made Darcy roll her eyes from where she was sitting, at her desk, at work.

“I’m just saying, it could be good for you. I know why you don’t go to church. I will spit on Joseph’s grave for you when I go and see my mom.” Darcy promised.

Just the reminder of the former President made you feel ill.

When you had been a teenager, still on the cusp of your teen years, you had still gone to church with your mother. Your parents had divorced when you had been young, and your dad had remarried to a nice lady who you considered another mother. You had three other half-siblings. However, your mother had not remarried. It had just been the two of you. And when you still attended church, a new priest had been put in.

Even now, as you walked down the street, coincidentally where the Church was, you couldn’t help but stop and stare. Tourists were there, taking pictures. Gushing over it. Talking about how gorgeous it looked.

Just looking at it made you feel sick. Because yes, you agreed, the church was beautiful. It was even more beautiful on the inside. You would know. You had gone inside there for years, once upon a time.

But now?

Now?

You weren’t stepping foot in it.

The priest had been there when you had gone had preyed on your best friend. She hadn’t been the only one. Many other girls had come forward, saying that they had also been targeted. At first, the church had dismissed the claims. Saying that it was absurd, that there was no way that the priest could have messed with young girls because A, he was married, B, he was a Holy Man, and C, because he deflected and said that the girls had come onto him.

… Until he had slipped up with C, saying that how could he have said no? That they were just too darn convincing. He had fallen into sin.

At the remembrance of those events, you couldn’t help but feel the bile beginning to rise up to your throat. You had worked at the altar. You had been in close proximity with the former Bishop.

If it hadn’t been your friend, it could have been you.

It was why when after you had graduated high school, that you had told your mother point-blank that you were no longer going to church. That you just couldn’t.

Being your mother, she had tossed you out of the house. With nowhere to go, you had accepted Darcy’s invitation to stay in her home. Throughout your college years, you lived with her family. Working odd jobs to earn money. All the while working to gain your BFA. Or. Bachelor of Fine Arts. You had majored in Opera, although you did belt out musical theatre tunes as well. You were very fun at karaoke nights.

“… Yeah… I don’t know if I can… go…”

Your words were a little strangled together. Checking the time on your phone, you began to internally panic.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

If you didn’t hurry up now, you’d be late.

“Hey- listen, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later?” You were speeding the hell outta there, jogging down the street, in order to catch the streetlight. You stopped to catch your breath, as the light hadn’t flashed yet.

Phew.

You were saved.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to you during your lunch break.” Darcy’s mood was still chipper as ever. Grabbing your AirPods from within your purse, you took them out of the case and slipped them on, connecting them to your phone.

“Kay. Bye.”

Just as the stoplight glowed, your music started to play.

And then, you were just another person in the crowd, going to work in the city that you loved.

That same day, in the afternoon, with Bucky…

“Excuse me, Father? Do you need anything else?”

Makkari, his deaf assistant at the front desk, looked at him.

James Buchanan Barnes, the current Priest of the Church quickly signed back to her.

“No, that’ll be all, Makkari. Thank you.” Signing back her thanks, Makkari walked out of his office and back down the hall to where the front desk was.

Leaning back into his chair at his desk, James took in a deep breath. His hand ran down his face, all the way down to his jaw. His jaw clenched.

After the past President had passed away due to a heart attack, and Steve's unfortunate father had been placed into the ground, the previous priest had been stripped of his position. James’s jaw continued to clench as he remembered.

He had not spared the man.

And why would he? After what the man had done to those teenage girls? It was disgusting, was what it was. A disgrace.

James hadn’t told Steve.

Steve would have never needed to know the measures he had taken to make sure the previous priest had just remembered what the consequences were when you messed with teenage girls.

At the ripe age of thirty-five, the first five years of serving the church as a priest, James had made sure everything was in order. That the mistakes of the past priest would not continue. He made sure to keep his boundaries. He made sure to treat everyone with respect.

He had joined the church as a priest at the age of twenty-three and had gotten his doctorate when he was twenty-nine. Very young. He had been the youngest man to be made the priest when he had been thirty. He served his country and his people. Not like Steve whereas he would have been President, but he made sure that the church was running. That everything was in order, and that everyone was behaving.

But now… he felt like something was missing.

James had taken a vow of celibacy. He refrained from sexual relations. But he wasn’t a virgin. He had popped his cherry a long time ago. If any word had gotten out that the priest had gone into sexual relations, well, that might have made a much bigger splash than the sex tape scandal that had leaked the Internet of that one American celebrity. James might as well just have lost his job. He might as well as have kissed his robes goodbye.

A deep sigh left the man.

He had sworn an oath, a vow to the church. He would upkeep that promise. But he missed it. Coming home to someone in his bed. James grabbed the whiskey and poured himself some. It was in the middle of the afternoon. No one would care or notice. Taking a gulp, he put his glass down.

His phone vibrated in his pants. Getting it out of his pocket, he quickly checked the notifications.

And then a text showed on his screen.

It was from Natalia.

are u coming to the opera tnite? Steve’s gonna show up with his fiancee

Typing back to Natasha, he saw that she was still typing

you don’t go outside Yasha

you need to go outside

your life is so boring

Rolling his eyes in fondest, James began to type back.

I’m not boring, Natalia. I’m an introvert. I don’t go outside because I don’t like crowds. It’s why I joined the church.

Three grey bubbles popped up from Natasha.

oh yes

im sorry oh righteous one

Go back to work, Natalia. I’ll see you later at the opera.

James imagined Natasha laughing at him when she gave him a thumbs up. Shutting his phone off and putting it in his desk and sliding the drawer shut, he leaned back into his chair and dragged his hand down his face, clenching his jaw.

His thoughts drifted back.

To that headspace he never thought he’d ever find himself in ever again.

Those deep, dark thoughts of just wanting more.

He wanted sex. Granted, James wasn’t a virgin. But he did refrain from sexual touching. But he was a sexual creature. He still masturbated, at the very least.

But he just couldn’t get sex. His fist just wasn’t covering it. It just wasn’t. James wanted to scream.

There was a little part of him though. That part of him that was whispering to him that he had taken a vow of celibacy. That he was a holy man.

It was that part of him that he fought with.

He might as well just have said goodbye to his entire fucking career at this point.

Just as he was about to lose himself in his thoughts even further, a knock at the door caught his attention.

“Father?”

James exhaled.

“Yes?”

It was going to be a long day.

Later that afternoon, with you…

“What do you mean, she can’t go on?”

You sat in Alexei Romanov’s office, perplexed.

You couldn’t believe this.

Alexei Romanov, the current owner of the Bolshoi Opera House, just looked at you as you sat in his office.

His Russian accent was thick as he spoke. “Hope got sick. You are her understudy. Therefore, you will take her place tonight.”

Tonight was the first showing of Faust. Your hands gripped the desk in anxiousness.

Noticing your sudden distress, Alexei put his hands over yours. “Don’t fret, little one. I did not make you understudy just for you to fail. You are good. Good enough to be Hope’s understudy. And no one judges my wisdom, eh?”

You shook your head no.

Alexei chose the cast members with deliberation and carefulness. Even though his own two adopted daughters, Natalia and Yelena were in the ballet corps as ballet rats, and even though Natalia was the Prima Ballerina, she didn’t get there just because of her mother’s favoritism. Her mother, Melina Vostokoff-Romanov, the ballet mistress, trained her daughters and the rest of the ballet rats day and night. They all lived in the ballet girl dorms. You had too, once upon a time. Before you had been moved up to the chorus, and now, as the understudy to the Prima Donna of the opera house.

“You will do just fine, little one. Don’t worry too much, huh?”

Swallowing the thick lump in your throat, you gave him, (or at least tried to), a confident nod.

It was later, during a rehearsal break that you got approached by Natalia and Yelena.

The three of you sat down, eating your lunch. Yelena cooed over Star howling. “She has great lungs,” the blonde-haired young woman remarked as she patted her tutu, “If there was a dog opera, she’d be the main star.”

You snickered. Natalia just looked amused as she took a bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Do you miss being in the ballet corps?” Yelena wondered to you. You pursed your lips as you took a nice gulp of your lemon and ginger tea, with the slightest bit of honey. You often carried your hydro flask of ginger and lemon tea for your throat. Feeling the warm liquid go down your throat, you spoke in a low voice.

“Sometimes,” you replied back to her. “Sometimes, I still dance before going onstage. It helps stretch out my legs, you know. I still do my stretches.”

Both Natalia and Yelena nodded in unison. In seriousness, of course. Stretching was always important in their line of work. They were flexible than a football player. Or what America perceived as football anyway. The three of you heard down the grapevine that America referred to what you would call football “soccer.”

Which was weird in all honesty in itself.

But then again, America itself was a weird place. You had a friend who was a chorus member in the Metropolitan Opera House in New York City. She often spoke about Americans referring to things that you would normally call a jumper a sweater.

America was truly odd.

“Good,” Natalia hummed. “Are you excited for the first show tonight?” She asked you curiously. You took another gulp of your tea as you gently put your hydro flask down on the table in your dressing room. Your dressing room was a tad bit smaller than the leads. But, it still held a couch, a TV that was propped up on the wall, your vanity where you had all of your stage makeup stashed, a mini-fridge, a microwave, and a table where you kept all of your tea bags and your kettle plugged into the power outlet.

From where you were, sitting on your vanity, you looked at Natalia who was sitting on your couch while Yelena had found your TV remote, and was watching some Russian soap opera.

“Your father said that since Hope couldn’t make it tonight, that I’m taking her place.”

Yelena gasped out loud.

“Oh!” She exclaimed happily, “How exciting! Are you excited?” She asked you giddy.

You swallowed that huge lump in your throat. Just like how you had done in Alexei’s office.

“I don’t… know.” Your voice had turned soft. “I’m… nervous. I know the part backwards and forwards, I… I know the blocking but… I’m terrified. I know that I’ll do fine but it’s just… I’m nervous. Everybody's going to be looking at me.”

Two-thousand, one-hundred, and fifty-three seats.

That was how many people were coming to see Faust tonight.

You couldn’t help with nervously fiddle with your thumbs. A nervous tick you had picked up as a child, whenever you got anxious before a show.

“You’ll be fine,” Natalia reassured you as she came to put her hands over yours. The redhead even had a reassuring look in her eyes.

“Come on. Deep breaths little Songbird.”

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Exhale.

“-You know, Yasha’s coming tonight.” Yelena’s remark did not fly by Natalia. Removing her hands from yours, she turned to look at her younger sister. “Oh?” questioned Natalia, “So he said yes?’

Now.

You had no idea who this “Yasha” was, but whoever he was, he must have been very important, because Yelena gave Natalia a toothy grin as she replied back in Russian.

“Uh-huh. His schedule is all cleared for tonight and he secured a box. Box Five. You know that’s his signature spot,” Yelena giggled.

Natalia rolled her eyes.

“Yasha’s always been some what of a scamp,” Natalia remarked. Yelena just continued to giggle.

“Who’s Yasha?”

Yelena giggled once again.

“Don’t worry little Songbird,” Natalia reassured you again.

“You’ll find out who is soon enough.”

Later that evening, with James…

“Are you sure you’re going to come?”

James was at home, as his pet cat Alpine ran around the luxurious apartment, chasing her toy mouse around.

The white feline had been overjoyed when her daddy had come home. Alpine had greeted him at the door, meowing at him and pawing him for some much-needed head rubs and tummy tubs. And cuddles. Lots of cuddles. Then, she had retreated to her scratching post to scratch at it.

James had then got out of his vestments and into much comfier clothes. Now in his black jumper and a pair of sweats, the broad-shoulder man leveled his phone on his shoulder as he talked to Steve.

“Yeah, Steve,” James replied back in Russian as he grabbed his water bottle, uncapping it and taking a gulp.

Alpine pounced on her tiny mouse, shifting onto her back as she rolled around on the rug, playing with her toy happily.

James watched as Alpine played with her toy before he heard Steve speaking again.

“… You’re gonna take your usual box, aren’t you, jerk?” Steve’s teasing voice made James grumble underneath his breath. “Course I am, punk.” James huffed.

“So, I’ll meet you there, jerk?”

“Yeah, punk.”

Alpine yeeted her toy across the room. A painful meow escaped her as she huffed, getting on her hind legs. Getting into position to pounce on the little mouse toy, she kicked her hind legs back in a show of intimidation.

A deep hiss left her when she zeroed her gaze right on the purple toy. With a meow that sounded like a battle cry, she leaped across the room and tackled her toy.

James’s chuckles snapped her out of her train of thought. The purple mouse's tail hanging off of her teeth, Alpine stared at him dead in the eyes.

She watched as her daddy chuckled down at her, getting down onto her level to pet her head. Alpine meowed in content.

“I gotta go to the opera, alright Alpine?” James told his cat. “I’ll come back home and spoil you. We'll cuddle on the couch together. How’s that sound?”

Alpine meowed. James took that as a yes.

Her tail swished, as if to say, you’d better come home in one piece, dad.

When James got to the opera house, many people were already getting in their seats. James made his way up to his box and took his seat. He had changed out of his jumper and sweats, exchanging them for a nice black button-down shirt, a pair of his nicest black slacks, and his black dress shoes.

Because there was a dress code policy. Whenever you went to the opera or the theater, you did not wear a simple t-shirt or jeans. You needed to dress nice. It was the policy.

So, James sat in his chair, in his box, waiting for the show to begin. He even took his phone out of his pants and scrolled through the news as people made their way to their seats.

After a few minutes of aimlessly scrolling through his phone, he heard someone over the intercom speaking in Russian.

“Please silence all and any cell phones. The performance shall begin shortly.”

Shutting off his own phone, James pocketed his phone back into his pants.

A few minutes later, the curtains opened.

Revealing the aged scholar Faust. The actor playing the aged scholar began to sing and lament about how his studies had left him to nothing, that his studies had made him lose out on enjoying life and finding love.

James watched as the man onstage picked up his goblet, containing poison, using it so he could drink it to end his misery. Every time Faust tried to drink it however, a choir stopped him.

James had been watching.

But just then, he saw it.

The actress playing Marguerite appeared right there, on stage, singing. She was trying to convince him to accept Mephistopheles’s offer to exchange his soul for his services on Earth.

You were nervous. But, you were singing along, looking at the principal tenor Jimmy Woo, as your spinning wheel spun. He was giving you an encouraging look as you spun around, making eye contact with the principal bass Vision, or Vis, as everyone called him, who was playing Mephistopheles. His red and black makeup made you want to burst out a giggle, but you were a professional. Continuing to sing, you watched as Jimmy raised up his goblet and took a gulp of it, even though nothing was in there.

Hiding your smile, you and the chorus hit the crescendo note and vanished just as the now young scholar Faust and his strange companions set out into the world.

As the opera continued, James continued to watch you with rapt attention.

You were just… wonderful. James couldn’t quite put a pin in it, what made you so alluring to him. You happily moved along with the chorus and ballet rats, Marguerite joining Faust and the villagers in their waltz as Faust declared his admiration for her.

He watched as you modestly declined his arm, before being taken away by Natalia and Yelena, dressed in commoner's clothing, leading you towards Stage Right.

Act Two bled into Act Three as James watched the young man playing Siébel leaving a bouquet of flowers on Marguerite’s doorstep, while Mephistopheles urged Faust to buy Marguerite a present. When Mephistopheles put a box and a hand mirror next to Siébel’s flowers, James saw you come back.

You walked right back on stage, coming back Stage Left. You wandered around the stage, mimicking the blocking as you sang a sad ballad about the King of Thule, as Marguerite pondered over her encounter with Faust during the waltz with the villagers.

Vision’s wife Wanda, who was playing your neighbor Marthe, came out from Stage Right and spoke to you about how nice the jewels looked.

“Must be from an admirer,” Wanda teased to you as you opened the box, procuring the jewelry and sliding the prop onto your neck. Getting up and doing a spin, you giggled as the stage lights caught onto your jewelry.

As the orchestra moved into the Jewel Song, you happily danced around the stage and sang, pulling a giggling Wanda into your dance. Happily singing the aria while you danced on and about, you did a little spin, the jewelry caught the lights, making them shine.

James couldn’t stop watching as you happily spun around, your voice floating as you finished the aria.

As the audience clapped, Wanda pulled you back as the two of you giggled, before you were joined by Vision and Jimmy.

Leaning back into his seat, James Buchanan Barnes swallowed thickly. Watching as Natalia and Yelena led a couple of the ballet rats back on stage, he made eye contact with Natalia.

Having caught Yasha’s eye, Natalis didn’t nod, nor did she even wink at him.

It was a knowing look.

Natalia knew what he was thinking.

Two peas in a pod, one could say.

It had been that way ever since they had been growing up together in Moscow as little children when Winifred and George Barnes had met each other while Winifred had been a chorus ballerina and George had been in the orchestra as a Viola player. James knew the Bolshoi Opera House backwards and forwards. Every corridor, every underground corridor too. Even the underground sewers.

And, as Natalia steered you away, she saw you.

You had finally made eye contact with the priest in Box Five.

Prey always knew when they had been caught by their predator, after all.

“To the opening night of Faust!”

“To the opening night of Faust!” The entire company, including you, cheered as you did the toast.

More cheers sounded as all of you took a gulp of your vodka shots. Laughter and loud conversations soon filled the room as you began to walk around the huge room, where the after party was being held.

The after party was being held in the huge foyer, and after everyone had gotten out of their costumes and into the clothing that they were going to wear tonight, someone had popped open the vodka and champagne bottles and the party had officially gone into full swing. The cast and crew were all in the room, and you waved and greeted friends, colleagues, and patrons alike.

Natalia had given you one of her silver dresses. Even though you had protested at the idea. But, Natalia had won after she had convinced you that it would be fine and that she didn’t really need it anyway. So, clad in Natalia Romanov’s silver dress and a pair of matching silver heels, with your face painted and sculpted to the musical gods, you wandered around with a glass still full of champagne.

Just then, you felt it.

A shiver go up your spine.

“Yasha!” You heard Yelena shout from where she was. She was making her way towards you as the blonde dancer waved at someone, motioning them to follow her. You watched as she bounced towards you gracefully, even with the glass of champagne in her hands. She was almost like a fairy, gracefully bouncing your way towards you with a smile on her nude painted lips.

“Songbird!” Yelena greeted you cheerfully, “C’mon! I wanna introduce you to Yasha! Where’s Tash? Good Lord, is she talking to Barton again?” Yelena groaned as the two of you weaved through the crowd, heading towards whoever this “Yasha” person was.

“Yasha!”

Your heart immediately skipped a beat when you saw the “Yasha” person turn around.

Oh no.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

No.

It was-

It was the frigging Priest!

Jesus Christ on a frigging stick.

He was more attractive in person than you initially thought.

Google Images did not do him any justice.

That strong jaw. Those sharp cheekbones. And the beard. Oh, the beard. His shoulders were broad and they were making the nice black button-down shirt he was wearing look like his muscles were practically rippling through the fabric.

And… was that a tattoo you were seeing peeking out from the first two buttons of his shirt that were unbuttoned peeking out?

Yes… it was. You saw a smidge of the beginnings of his tattoo on his chest peeking out.

James’s shoulder length hair was tied back into a man bun, and you swore to yourself that you didn’t care much for men who had their hair in man buns, but at this moment?

Yeah.

You were feeling it.

At this very moment, you swore to yourself that you were so wet to the point where someone could easily drown a toddler in your panties.

And for a moment, you totally forgot that you were staring at the priest, practically ogling him like you were some lovesick teenager who just discovered that she had a crush on the most popular guy in school.

Until your brain had caught up with your heart and you were steered right back in your current reality.

Oh shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

You had just been shamelessly ogling the priest.

Fuck!

Your mother, if she had still been in your life, would have not been very happy right now. She would have dragged you off by your ear and reprehended you for your selfish and reckless behavior.

“… Yasha! Here she is!” Yelena looked very cheerful as she introduced James to you, speaking your name.

The first thing you really noticed about him was his eyes.

Those eyes.

The way they captivated you, held you prisoner in his gaze. His eyes alone made your breath hitch in your throat, leaving you unable to speak.

James had rendered you completely speechless.

“Hello, little one.”

Fucking God.

His voice was just so... nope. It was husky and deep. You weren't about to divulge into deeper details. Who were you, EL James? Please. As if.

You thanked every lucky star in the universe that Yelena was still holding onto you. Because if she hadn’t, then you were sure you have collapsed right then and there on the floor like some dramatic bitch.

But, then again, that was your profession, so maybe, probably, people wouldn’t be all that surprised.

You hoped.

“Hello Father,” you managed to say with a tight smile on your face, “I hope you enjoyed our opening night. We’ve been slaving away at it. Aleksandr made us work our asses off.”

“He made the orchestra go through the waltz dance three times one night Yasha!” Yelena whined, suddenly remembering the hellscape that was Aleksandr Pierce’s harsh eye.

“And Melina made the ballet rats go through the waltz dance three times too because of that,” you added, now clearly amused as James saw you take a sip of your champagne.

You were hiding an amused smile behind your glass before you heard Yelena tell you she had spotted Helen, one of the other ballet rats. Bidding you a goodbye, she happily bounced off, her curled blonde hair bouncing behind her like waves.

James spoke again. Making you maintain that eye contact with him.

“I enjoyed the show very much. Your portrayal of Marguerite is… exquisite. You captured her perfectly. How long have you been at the opera house?” James inquired as he took a gulp of his water. Being a priest, he didn’t drink all that much.

Your tongue came out to dart your lips, to moisten them.

“Well… my mother enrolled me in ballet classes when I was three. And I’ve been taking singing lessons ever since I was four. After I got my degree a while ago, then I joined the opera house pretty quickly. So… I would like to say, a couple of years now. Four or five, at the very most.” Your response made him raise an eyebrow. Looking a little sheepish and possibly a little bit embarrassed as well, “I was in the ballet for a long time. My mother had the funds to enroll me in the ballet corps with Natalia and Yelena. Here. But I didn’t stay in the dorms because my mother didn’t want me to ‘mix up with that crowd’-” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes in annoyance at that. Even putting air quotes around the 'mix up with that crowd' part. James certainly noticed. He also noticed the way you gritted your teeth a little, gnashing them together.

He got the vibe that you were not very close to your mother.

So, therefore, he did not push it.

“… So, I suppose you can say I’ve grown up here. It’s my second home, really. I don’t think I’d rather be in a place but here. It feels like home.” you confessed.

James cracked a smile.

He was smiling!

Actually smiling!

You could not believe it.

“Are you quite fond of the arts then, Father?” you inquired of James as you gulped down the rest of your drink. As a waiter walked by you, they quietly took your empty glass away from you and asked if you would like another. Agreeing and thanking them, you got another glass of champagne.

“I am. I’m very close with Natalia and Yelena. We all grew up together. My parents used to work here. My mother was a part of the chorus and my father was a Viola player.”

“Oh?”

You were interested.

He had piqued your interest. Not that he hadn’t already, but this interested you about him even more.

“Yes.” James nodded vigorously. “They’re retired now, though I’m afraid.”

“You should bring them to see the show. We run for a couple of more months, Father. If they’re up for it, of course.”

You were smiling. The curves of your lips were up and your eyes were sparkling.

All of a sudden, someone called your name. Breaking your smile as you quickly whipped your head around, doing a whole one-eighty.

Natalia was making her way towards you and James.

“Oh! You met Yasha! It’s so good to see you, Yasha. But we have to go. Ladies' night tonight. We’re hitting up the club.” Natalia actually winked at him this time as she tugged on your arm, making you protest.

“Hey! I didn’t- I wasn’t aware of this!” You yelped as you were tugged away by Natalia, who was gleeful.

“Tash? Tasha? TASH! Hey! No, I wasn’t finished talking to- Tash!”

Your pleas followed the two of you as Natalia whisked you away, leaving James alone.

“Did you enjoy the opera tonight, James?”

That was Alexei.

The Romanov family, although they did go to church every Sunday and called him by his proper title, they did not do that whenever James visited their home during the holidays.

Turning to face the man he considered a father figure, James gave him a nod. “I found the actress playing Marguerite very enchanting, Alexei.”

“Oh yes. Our little Songbird. I adore her, just like every member of this Opera House. But her mother, very uptight woman if you ask me. Very religious as well. You might have seen her in church many times. You do remember the scandal with our old priest, Obadiah Stane, yes?”

Indeed.

James did indeed remember.

“Our little Songbird had left the church after the old priest had gotten stripped of his title. Her mother did not take that lightly and cast her out of her own home. She lived with her friend Darcy Lewis for a couple of years, if I remember correctly.” The two men watched as Natalia grabbed Yelena while you were practically sandwiched between the two of them.

“Do they still live together?” James asked him. Alexei shook his head no. “No, son. Darcy lives with her boyfriend. Loki Lauyferson, I believe? The old English man that came to live down here, expanding his business. His older brother is named Thor, I believe. Thor and their older sister Hela live in the UK.”

“Ah.”

James turned to Alexei. “Is there anything else you can tell me about her?” he asked politely. Alexei turned to him and clapped him on the back. Just like how the older man had done when James had been accepted in the church all the way back when.

You had just begun to make it towards the doors.

However, you couldn’t help but turn around, just to see if James was still there.

He was.

And James was looking straight at you.

Natalia asked you something, and suddenly, you were out of the doors and entered the chilly Russian air.

You were gone.

“… Much, yes. Come. We’ll speak in my office.”

Turning his gaze back to Alexei, James gave a firm nod.

That sounded good.

Very good.

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WHAT I CURRENTLY WRITE AND DON’T WRITE

PAYMENT - COMMENTS EQUALS NEW CONTENT (PLEASE READ)

(Characters and fandoms for which requests are open are below the cut so if you don’t want to read the guidelines, you can just scroll down there. However, I do recommend you to at least skim through the “I don’t write”-section to make it easier for both of us!)

(IF YOU WANT TO REQUEST ME TO GIVE YOU A SHIP, SEE THIS SEPARATE POST)

MY ONLY RULE:

If you make a request, anonymous or not, you have to leave a comment on your fic. (Read more about why here.) Even better would be if you reblogged it to help get my work out to more readers!, but I will settle with a comment if you, for some reason, don’t want to reblog. 

This means there should always be a minimum of one comment under every requested fic I post - if I see that this isn’t being followed, I’m going to stop writing requests. Simple as that.

With that said, don’t bother requesting if you’re not ready to make this exchange because that’s just unpaid work. 

I DON’T WRITE:

Smut.

Songfics.

Headcanons.

Specified and inappropriate/illegal age gaps. Example, an underage student and an adult teacher.

Specified body types.

Body image issues & ED’s.

Male reader.

POC reader.

Specified physical features. (Hair colors, eye colors, etc.)

I try to stay as neutral to physical appearance as I possibly can so that everyone gets an equal chance at emerging themselves into the role, no matter the reader’s ethnicity, height, build, and so on.

Writing plus size!reader and writing about eating disorders and body immage issues is too triggering for me as I, myself, struggle with body dysmorphia on a daily basis.

TO THINK ABOUT WHEN REQUESTING:

Don’t be too vague with your request. For example, a request asking for a fic where “the reader is a character x’s sister”, or "the reader is shy” or”sassy”, is not enough for me to go on. I need a scenario, a plot, an action, an endgame, or a dialogue prompt.

Contrary to the previous point; don’t make requests with too much detail or too long of a timeline, either. I don’t have the energy nor time to write requests that are spread out over eternity and that would end up being as long as a novel.

When requesting prompts from my prompt-lists, ALWAYS include the number and name of the list, not just the quote. The lists you can request for are the following:

Fluff Angst Smut Kiss Hug Common tropes

Don’t get pissy if you request something and I kindly tell you that I don’t write that kind of thing, whatever it may be. I’ve had to deal with this a lot lately and it’s really annoying. All writers have their own, individual preferences, and that’s their right.

Keep in mind all that is written above, and feel free to send several requests if you want to guarantee that you get at least one of them done - some things are easier to write than others and I always appreciate having requests to pick from depending on my mood and current motivation.

Requests are currently open for the following fandoms and characters. Please send in requests!

CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Matt Simmons

Will LaMontagne

Clyde Easter

MARVEL

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Peter Parker (Tom Holland & Andrew Garfield)

Loki Laufeyson

Scott Lang

Bucky Barnes

Stephen Strange

Jack Thompson

Bruce Banner

Eddie Brock

Helmut Zemo

Darcy Lewis

Daniel Sousa

Logan Howlett

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Nathan Summers

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

TWILIGHT

Paul Lahote

Leah Clearwater

Edward Cullen

Charlie Swan

Mike Newton

TEEN WOLF

Derek Hale

Jordan Parrish

Peter Hale

STAR WARS

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Ben Solo

Armitage Hux

Anakin Skywalker

Poe Dameron

Padmé Amidala

Young Han Solo

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

REIGN

Sebastian “Bash” de Poitiers

Leith Bayard

Louis Condé

James Stewart

Darnley

Prince Henri

Claude

Mary Stuart

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Jaskier

PRISON BREAK

Lincoln Burrows

Alexander Mahone

KONG: SKULL ISLAND

James Conrad

Reg Slivko

Earl Cole

TRANSFORMERS

William Lennox

Sam Witwicky

Robert Epps

DIVERGENT

Eric Coulter

Peter Hayes

Tobias Eaton

HARRY POTTER

Fred Weasley

Draco Malfoy

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Remus Lupin (young & adult)

Hermione Granger

Bill Weasley

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Severus Snape

GAME OF THRONES

Sandor Clegane

Jorah Mormont

Edd Tollett

Jon Snow

Gendry Baratheon

Jaime Lannister

Sansa Stark

TRIPLE FRONTIER

Ben Miller

William “Ironhead” Miller

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Santiago “Pope” Garcia

Tom “Redfly” Davis

PEAKY BLINDERS

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Ada Shelby

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN

James Norrington

Will Turner

Jack Sparrow

THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE

Luke Crain

Steve Crain

Theo Crain

MISCELLANEOUS

Dan Torrence (Doctor Sleep)

Detective David Loki (Prisoners)

Floyd Lawton (Arrow)

Smitty Ryker (Hacksaw Ridge)

Captain James Nicholls (War Horse)

Sam Drake (Uncharted)

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead)

Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Nathan Prescott (Life Is Strange)

Sweet Pea (Riverdale - first season only)

Jace Wayland (The Mortal Instruments, 2013)

Murtagh Morzansson (Eragon)

Jason Lee Scott (Power Rangers, 2017)

Jesse Zeklos (Vampire Academy)

Matt Campbell (The Haunting in Connecticut)

Nick Jones (House of Wax)

Ludovica Storti (Baby)

Reid Garwin (The Covenant)

Tyler Simms (The Covenant)

Fezco (Euphoria)

Feel free to reblog this to spread the word!

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Being the daughter of Tony Stark and Loki Laufeyson would include...

Pairings: Tony x Loki + reader, Amora x Reader

Rated: PG-13

Theme: Family Struggles

Warnings: blood, fighting

- Loki gave birth to you.

-Jane is your godmother.

-Peter Parker being like an uncle to you.

-He gets you into Vines.

-Amora (Enchantress) will never hear of you.

-Your last name would be Anthonydottir.

-You can change into your frost giant form.

-You are smaller than most small frost giants.

-Loki would stay a female until you don’t need the things only a mom can provide.

-Loki would be your buddy at all times.

-You are taught magic by Loki.

-You change into frost giant mode mostly when you’re sad.

-Loki would have to change into a female to comfort you.

-You are a huge fan of Disney.

-But Frozen was your least favorite.

-You love anime.

-Sometimes your parents get into a fight every other week to the point were Loki get you away from Stark and take you to Asgard.

-You would always have a suitcase for those times because you expect it.

-Visiting Jane, even after she and Thor split.

-Using her shower for the first time.

-”Yo, peeps! It’s like a dang spaceship up in here, guys! I don’t know these controls.”

-Thor loves you just as much as he loves Loki.

-And that’s a lot.

-Fandral, Hogun, Volstagg, and Lady Sif are some of your close friends.

-Lady Sif, Natasha Romanoff, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, and  Wanda Maximoff are like aunts to you.

-Bruce Banner, Steve Rogers, Vision, Clint Barton and Rhodey are like uncles to you.

-By the time you’re fifteen you go crazy about your parents fighting.

-You go so crazy Odin ordered for you to be locked up in a cell until you calm down.

-Of course, that made it worse.

-Not that he knew.

-You turned out even more insane than Loki when he was in the prison.

-One night you fell asleep in a pool of your own blood.

-You were fine the next morning due to you being more vulnerable than that.

-Loki and Tony would never talk to each other after that.

-Amora finally found you.

-She turns you against everyone else.

-You finally embrace your frost giant side.

-Amora helps you take the throne of Asgard.

-You two have an intimate relationship.

-She is now pregnant with your child since you can change into a male and back at will, like Loki.

-The child is a girl.

-You lock Tony up in your old bloody cell.

-You lock Loki up in the same place where Hela was.

-Anyone who tries to overthrow you were instantly killed by Amora.

-You now rule the nine realms.

-Asgard now as a frost giant as their ruler.

-You’re welcome.

Your new dress:

Her new dresses:

In case you don’t read the comics:

Here’s some information on Amora AKA Enchantress (Marvel)

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Masterlist- 51

Don’t fall in love, it’s not the end- Roth (Titans) x Male Reader

Indie Rock - Rachel Roth x Reader (Gender-Neutral)

headcanon of Hope Mikealson x male!reader

Hope Mikaelson smut alphabet (Male reader tribrid)

Hope Mikealson x male!reader and is part of the Legends (DC’s Legends of Tomorrow)

Sara Lance X Female Reader. and is John Constantine’s sister

Give it time, and I will sell out - Darcy Lewis x Male Reader (SMUT)

Texas heatwave - Scott McCall x Stiles Stilinski x Werewolf Male Reader (SMUT)

Following Stars - Male Reader x Jerrod Carmichael

Blue Rhodes - Jerrod Carmichael x Male Reader (SMUT)

Sink into the sun - Jerrod Carmichael x Male Reader (SMUT)

HC with Venom bonded R and V meets Yelena and Nat. 

Anti-Love - Klaus Mikaelson X Male Reader (SMUT)

Gentle Moon - Taylor Swift x Male Reader Autistic

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Request Hi Rookie Writer, can I make a request for a Darcy Lewis x Male Reader, where after their date they have sex afterwards Darcy & the Reader ask each ofther if they want to be Boyfriend & Girlfriend.

Hello.

Cool my first request for Darcy. No problem