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⚡️LauraLightning⚡️

@laura-lightning

Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?
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what my hands and my body done

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summary: After his win against Jon Moxley in the death match, Adam feels the weight of what he had to do hanging heavy in his chest. He goes out to a bar to try and find relief at the bottom of a bottle but finds something else instead. His relief comes in the form of the bartender who knows nothing of who he is or what he has gone through, just what he needed to be able to wash out the savagery from his body. pairing: hangman adam page x reader word count: 9743 warning: smut, minors go away this one is a request for hangman x reader smut set after his revolution match from @lambofjudgement! sorry I lost your ask somewhere babe, I was trying to put it in my drafts before so I could prepare the answer but then I couldn't find it anymore. Also sorry this took so long to come out and it's this big, yall this is why my requests take so long, I often end up turning them into much bigger things, esp if I like the concept. anyways, here it is, horny and rough cowboy action. thank you so much for the request I loved writing it and it made me 3x hornier for the hangster which has actually enhanced my quality of life!

Wednesday nights at the bar were always slow. Few people went out to drink in the middle of the week, and most of the ones who did were familiar faces, long time patrons who either drank too much or lived under weird schedules. Not that you were one to judge, you’d had your own ups and downs in life, so you didn’t care much. Besides, your job was to serve drinks, not ask questions. Not unless people wanted you to, some always did, but most just wanted to be left alone. And so you did, happy to serve orders that you knew like the back of your hand and be surrounded by faces you'd seen a dozen times before. So, it was a wonder when you spotted somebody new.

It was way past the middle of your shift when he came in, movement in the bar slowing down as the clock already marked eleven in the night. Music played softly in the background as you cleaned the stone counter, the bar mostly empty. Just a few people hang around, the odd couple here and there, the low noise of their conversations filling the space in between. You’d been sitting in a chair and just looking through your phone when he came up to the counter, blue eyes looking around before he spotted you. To see a new face on a Wednesday night was a surprise already. For that new face to be a big guy with a black eye was something else.

Your first worry at the sight was that he’d be some sort of troublemaker. A big, strong looking dude walks into your bar with a busted eye, there is no way you wouldn’t worry. Today was one of the few days you didn’t get to stay until closing, the last thing you needed was a problem patron right at the end of your shift. You looked him up and down, looking for any suspicious sign, any small thing that could count as a warning. But contrary to your fears, the man just politely asked for an old fashioned in a voice so quiet you almost couldn’t hear it. His demeanor seemed so different from the rough look in his face that you almost couldn’t believe it.

As you started preparing the cocktail he struck up conversation - another surprise to you, usually the types to show up looking like trouble were the ones who liked to drink in silence. A heavy southern accent spilled through his words as he made small talk, he was charismatic and good at conversation and despite his looks, he sounded nice enough. You quickly learned his name was Adam and that he wasn’t from this city, just passing by for work. He never specified what he worked at, and you didn’t press either, you had more interesting questions in your mind. Questions that could help you decide whether this guy fine or if you should be pulling the crowbar from under the counter.

“So,” you started, going back to cleaning your shaker as you tried to pretend you weren’t quite so curious, “looking like you had a rough day there, buddy.”

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It’s Complicated (6)

Request by @fandomsfor-days - 

Summary: You lead the most normal life on planet earth, completely oblivious to the world of Avenging that rages around you until you are suddenly thrust into it with the Winter Soldier and an unexpected photo, and now you are the center of a plot that you don’t even want to be a part of.

A/N: As usual, You’re in trouble and James Buchanan Barnes comes in and saves your ass… A little plot twist and a whole lot of feelings! There’s ansgt, mostly on Bucky’s part.

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Characters: Avengers!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence and slight smut. its like SFW smut. 

Chapters - |Fucking Avengers| Curioser and Curioser | Down the rabbit hole | Curiosity killed the Bucky | Keep Your temper | Begin at the beginning | And go on till you come to the end | Six impossible things before breakfast | Who in the world am I? | We’re all mad here |

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Just A Scratch

Summary: Bucky can’t describe the way his heart seized in his chest after hearing you were in an accident so no he doesn’t give a damn about some car. You’re worth more than anything he owns.

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Pairing: Beefy Mafia Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Rough smut, choking (reader and Bucky), praise kink, voice kink, kitty slapping oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, canon level violence (but its directed at Walker so…), mentions of a car accident. Mentions of panic attack. Protective Bucky. 6'4" Bucky.

A/N: Late entry to mafia Mondays. Thank you to the sweet @whisperlullaby for your incredible beta work, you make me a better writer. And thank you @its-just-may for your banner.

“He’s going to be furious.”

You press your body further back, wishing you could melt into the seat. John has been tormenting you since you swerved into the wall to avoid hitting a stray dog. He’s your newly assigned bodyguard and had been following you in his own car while you went for a drive. He saw the entire accident; you swore he was laughing at you before he came over to check on you.

“He just got this car.”

That was well over a half-hour ago, normally you wouldn’t allow him to speak to you like this but you’re rattled from the accident. Even now your heart is slamming against your ribcage and a bead of cold sweat rolls down the middle of your back. Covering your face, you whisper into your palms, “I know.”

John won’t let up, pointing out each scratch and dent, each word spewed out of his mouth bounces around in your brain before sinking like lead inside your stomach. Your hands are shakier now than when you first heard the sickening crunch of metal grinding into the brick wall. “This is a four million dollar car, and you fucked up it.”

“I know,” your voice cracks on the last word. Tears burn your eyes, you know how much it costs. You were there when they delivered the custom Bugatti to Bucky’s estate. You saw how excited he got, proudly showing you his newest toy.

Placing your chin on the steering wheel, you stare despondently at the damage. The extensive scratches across the once pristine surface shimmer through your tears. You blink owlishly, fat droplets roll down your cheek and collect under your chin. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry oh, you’re going to be sorry when he’s done with you.” John laughs harshly, his grating voice piercing your ears. “He’s gonna-“

Bucky clears his throat.

Just once.

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