I realized that I havenât been on here much, let alone updating or putting up new stuff for you guys and the reason for that is simply the lack of free time I have right now.Â
As you may know, I recently graduated and now the pressure of finding a job is really getting to me. I know that you guys know how hard it is to find a job and thatâs what Iâve been doing lately, from putting together my CV and scouring the web and real life for job vacancies. On top of that, Iâm currently living in my in-laws and I don't have a lot of help like I do if I live back home with my parents in taking care of my daughter, so Iâm currently juggling so many things that writing has been pushed down on my priority list.Â
Plus, Iâm currently weaning my daughter and itâs just... exhausting. I know, what a timing, right?
So I guess this is just a brief explanation and maybe an announcement that I won't be spending much time here for the time being. Donât worry though! Iâm definitely not abandoning any of my stories, hopefully things will slow down anytime soon, God knows I need it.Â
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Seriously, reading all your comments on my last post brought literal tears to my eyes and reminded me why I love this community so much.
It made me miss all of you hahah
Taking a step back, even just for a short while, gave me the inspiration that I needed. I realized that I need to balance things better and not devote my entire life to this site, no matter how addicting it can be. So, thatâs what Iâm going to do, Iâm going to train myself to stop when I feel overwhelmed and not push myself to the point that it gets too much.Â
That being said, Iâll be posting something soon that is near and dear to my heart. I canât wait to get back on the wagon!
Summary: âThe single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.â You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers wouldâve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.Â
A/N:Â A new drabble series Iâm doing, because Iâm on fucking fire! Iâve never done a Steve series before so Iâm excited! Tags are open for this series, just shoot me an ask!
Thank you @nathalieruaudel for letting me use you as the best friend, I love youÂ
You banged your forehead against the door of your apartment and groaned in frustration. After climbing up 5 stories of stairs, the exhaustion caught up with you and now you couldnât even bring yourself to reach down to your back to get your keys. Â
Today was unlike any other day. It was as if the Gods of misfortune had decided to keep you company, leading you to a never-ending series of unfortunate events. The morning started with your coffee machine smoking out on you, making you spend way more than youâd like on a Starbucks near your office. On the rare days that you actually go to the office, since you mostly work from home, the elevator decided to fail you and made you walk 7 stories up to your cubicle, only to find out that the AC was malfunctioning.
In July.
But you brushed it off, thinking that the meeting with you boss would only take 30 minutes at the most, right?
Wrong.
Turns out, your boss was just flying back to New York that morning and his flight got delayed. So what you thought would be a short visit to the office ended up lasting an entire day.
So now, standing outside your door, you decided to catch up on your breathing before making any muscle movements.
âAre you okay?â You heard the click of the door closing shut behind you.
âNo.â You mumbled, not taking your forehead off your door.
Then you heard a chuckle. âDo you need help?â
âNo.â
âSo youâre just gonna stand here? Taking a vertical nap?â
âYes.â
A warm laughter rumbled from whoever was talking to you. âAlright then, have fun.â You heard footsteps descending the stairs and you sighed.
I really should go inside. You thought to yourself.
You begrudgingly reach down to your cluttered purse and after a good 30 seconds, you fish out your key ring and unlocked the door. Once you were inside the comfort of your apartment, you threw everything onto the couch and head to the kitchen. You pressed the message button on your receiver as you rummage through the fridge for something to drink.
âHey Y/N, itâs Derek, just reminding you that the deadline for the Octacorp design is in two days, hope I hear from you soon.â
You took out a bottle of beer and groaned at the message.
Beep.
âWhere the ever-living fuck are you? I knocked but youâre not there, which is weird since you never leave your apartment, like ever. Anyway, I got your package sent here by mistake. Come and get it please, itâs cluttering my apartment.â
You chuckled at the message that was left by your best friend, Camille, but you couldnât be bothered to go down the hall and pick your package up so you decided to leave it for the time being.
Beep.
âY/N, my darling, my sunshine, my favorite person in the entire worldâŚâ
You scoffed.
âSomething came up at work and I need to drop the kids at your place at 8 AM, I know youâre going to hate me but theyâre just so excited to see you, I hope you donât mind. Love you!â
You whined loudly and banged your head once again against the fridge door. You stared a few seconds at your unopened beer and store it back into the fridge with resentment.
How youâre going to juggle the Octacorp project and the twins tomorrow, youâd have to figure it out as you force yourself to sleep, because thereâs no way in hell youâre going to survive the twins while sleep deprived.
Fuck this day, honestly. April Foolâs is the worst.
Itâs not even noon here and I already got two screamers. I opened one because honest to God I forgot that April Fools existed and the message tag was âYour Thesis Exam Gradeâ that got me good because I was barely awake. The second one was because it was from a friend, and the message was basically saying to show this to my kid because thereâs a Cars exhibition at a mall nearby. I showed a fucking screamer video to my 2 year old daughter and she was literally shaking from shock.Â
Then I got rickrolled. Itâs 2017 and I still got rickrolled. I had a good laugh at that because yeah, sure itâs annoying but at least it wasnât a fucking demon-child screaming and busting my eardrums. I let the video play and sang along, even showed it to my husband, but then I realized that the video took up the entire screen and there was no way to close it other than forcing my laptop to shut down.Â
I ended up force-shutting down my laptop, effectively deleting the 2k words fic I spent all night writing, among other things.
So yeah, Iâm in a foul mood because some people just fucking assholes.Â
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@kjs-s, being the sweet babe that she is, made me a moodboard because I was feeling down and pissed off about the whole april fools thing, AND IâM SO HAPPY?? Like, this is the first time someone (that Iâve never even met before)Â went out of their way to make me something to cheer me up.
Pairing: Sam x Reader (with a little bit of everybody)
Summary: This is sort of a continuation of the request by @cupcakequeen1999Â titled Savior, but you could totally read this on its own.Â
A/N: I know Iâm a terrible person and writer, this took so long to do because I had a massive writerâs block and I know this isnât exactly what you asked for, but this is the closest thing I could do to your original ask, I really hope you like it!Â
Sam scrunched his nose in disgust as he saw you and TâChalla curled up to each other on the couch opposite him. TâChalla was whispering sweet nothings in your ear and the words, plus the close proximity caused you to giggle every time he talked.
âYou look constipated.â Bucky said to Sam as he sat down next to him.
Sam didnât respond, he just kept staring at you with his fingers in his palm. Bucky soon took the hint and chuckled. âJust let them be, they look good together.â
That caught Samâs attention and he shot a death glare at the former soldier.
âSheâs my baby sister, itâs just wrong.â
âThen stop staring, you creep.â Bucky rolled his eyes and stood up, leaving Sam alone with you and TâChalla.
You knew that Sam was glaring at you and TâChalla but you couldnât find it in you to care. Ever since TâChalla took you out a month ago, things have never been better. He treats you like a queen, spoiling you with affection and lavish gifts, and it doesnât hurt that the sex was mind-blowing.
Seriously, itâs that good.
There were numerous occasions where you were so sore afterwards you were unable to walk straight for days.
âWill you two knock it off?â Sam said through gritted teeth.
You turned to look at him, face feigning innocence. âWhat ever do you mean, brother?â
âScrew you.â He mumbled as he stood up.
You couldnât help but to retort, âDonât worry, TâChallaâs got that covered.â
Sam stopped dead in his tracks, his face flushed and hot, before continued to make his way to the gym. He needed to blow off steam.
âYou do realize theyâre just doing this to taunt you, right? To get this exact reaction?â Bucky asked as he kept the sand sack that was taking Samâs beating steady.
âShut up.â
Bucky chuckled. âWhatâs got your panties in a twist, anyway?â
Sam stopped throwing punches and sighed. âSheâs my baby sister, itâs just wrong, how do you expect me to just sit there and watch him violate my sister?â
âWhoa, whoa, violate? Youâre making something wonderful sound like something completely vile.â
âBecause it is.â He mumbled before getting back to his target.
âWell if isnât two of my favorite Avenger!â A manâs voice bellowed into the somewhat quiet gym, causing Sam and Bucky turned their attention towards the door, where two of the most unlikely guests walked in.
Samâs face broke into a grin. âWhat up antlers?â He greeted the God of mischief and Thor, who were trailing closely behind him.
âSays the man who talks to his toy bird. How are you, my friends?â Loki greeted cheerfully, which Sam thought was suspicious.
âFine. What are you up to? What are you doing here?â
âCanât a man visit his fellow Avengers?â
âYou, brother, are not an Avenger.â Thor shook his head before turning his attention to Bucky. âBarnes, Iâm in need of a favor, if you are not otherwise occupied?â
âSure man.â He grabbed his towel and went to follow Thor out the gym, but not before he turned around to give his brother a warning.
âDo not cause trouble, brother, or I will take us back to Asgard immediately.â
Loki gave Thor a salute before Thor disappeared out the door and once he was gone, Loki turned his attention to Sam, who was watching the exchange between the two brothers in amusement.
âHm.â Loki suddenly said, eyeing Sam with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
âWhat?â
âIâm sensing a lot of hostility from you, Sam. Is my presence bothering you?â
Sam snorted a response as he took off the bands from his hand. âSurprisingly, for once, itâs not you.â
âAh, is someone after my title of being the most insufferable individual in this building?â
âMan, you have no idea.â
Sam ended up ranting his problems away to Loki, who was listening intently, he would occasionally give a smart-ass response, which caused Sam to further his ranting. That is, until you walked into the gym, wearing nothing but compression shorts and a black sports bra.
âJesus, Y/N. Put some fucking clothes on!â Sam cried out in exasperation.
You gave him a look. âHuh? This is what I normally wear to work out. Youâre so fucking weird.â You muttered the last part under your breath.
You set up your yoga mat on the far end of the gym floor and went straight to stretching, your attention was yanked away, however, when you saw TâChalla walking towards you, dressed in his workout attire.
âDo you mind?â He asked with a smile.
âOf course not.â You waved him closer. âCome help me stretch.â
You lay down on the mat, with your legs set apart as if you were doing a split. You had TâChalla put his hands on your inner thighs, pushing them to the floor as close as possible. A grunt escaped your lips and that caught Sam and Lokiâs attention.
âYou fucking kidding me?â Sam muttered under his breath and averted his gaze before he exploded.
âIs that cat man you speak of?â Loki asked Sam, who was staring at you and TâChalla with fumes coming out of his ears. He couldnât answer Loki so he just nodded in response.
âWell, now I see perfectly why would be angry, my friend.â Loki patted Samâs shoulder with a chuckle.
âSheâs doing this on purpose, sheâs playing with that fucking cat just to piss me off. He thinks heâs all that because heâs royalty, when in reality heâs just a grown ass man playing fucking dress up as the Black Panther.â Sam said the last two words in a mocking tone.
âHeâs royalty?â
âYeah, I bet thatâs the only redeeming quality that heâs got. I miss the days when a fucking black panther was just a black panther.â
You woke up the next day to a high-pitched screaming that could only be done by the one and only Tony Stark. You thought about ignoring whatever that was going on but when the screams got louder and the sound of people running and things breaking, you jolted up from bed and rushed outside.
The hallways were empty when you stepped out of your room, but the silence was soon greeted with another scream, this time coming from Captain America himself. You head to the living room and saw the entire floor was trashed. Paintings were yanked from the wall, pillows were scattered and ripped apart, and a large claw mark on the back of the couch.
âWhat the fuck is going on?â You yelled out, earning Steveâs attention, who was standing on the top of the kitchen counter with his shield covering his upper body.
âY/N! HIDE IN YOUR ROOM!â
âWhat? Why? Whereâs everybody?â
Steveâs eyes widened in fear the same time you heard a low growl coming from behind you. Slowly, you turned your body around, only to find a giant black cat crouching with itâs ears perked up, eyes slightly squinted and its claws out.
You felt your blood rushing down and you instantly felt lightheaded. You were mortified, glued to the floor, unable to neither move nor speak.
âS-Steve.â You managed to whisper.
âY/N, donât move. Iâm going to get help, please donât move.â Steve said from behind you before you heard the pitter-patter of his bare feet as he ran away to get help.
You stood there, making sure that you didnât move an inch of your body while maintaining eye contact with the panther. A million things were running through your mind, two of them being a solid what the fuck is going on and how the fuck is this happening?
You flinched backwards when the Panther let out a low growl, and one of its paws stepped forward.
âShit.â You glanced around to see the room still empty, where the hell is Steve with backup?
Another growl was heard and it was now inching closer and closer to you. You stumbled on your feet as you slowly walked backwards and landed on your ass. It was now staring you down and for some reason; you couldnât bring yourself to move.
âSTEVE! FUCK, STEVE HURRY UP!â You screamed at the top of your lungs, only to hear nothing back.
You were shaking, and as the Panther closing in on you, you kept thinking, this is how I die. This is how Iâm going to go, mauled by a giant black cat.
You followed its eye line as it walked around you, thinking that it was going to attack you from behind, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for whatever was going to happen.
You heard the low purr of the panther on your right and nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt the underside of its muzzle on your shoulder. You waited and waited, for it to finally tear you to pieces but it never came. The panther just sat behind you, resting its head on your shoulder and purring, occasionally pushing its muzzle into the crook of your neck. The panther brought one of its paws and patted your head three times before bringing it down your back and eventually settling back up on your shoulder.
The gesture caused a thought to pop up in your mind and in an instant; you jumped to your feet, causing the panther to jump back in surprise.
âWhat the fuck? TâChalla?â You shrieked.
A low growl was heard and you were sure that the panther was talking to you.
âWh⌠What the fuck? How did this happen?!â You yelled out loud and you thought of the one person who was crazy enough to do this. âSAM FUCKING WILSON! COME HERE THIS INSTANT!â You shouted into the open space, hands rested on your hips.
A minute later, you heard the sound of people running towards you. âY/N! Hold on, weâre going to get you outta here.â Steve panted, his shield at the ready.
âChill the fuck out, Rogers.â You snapped. âWhereâs Wilson?â
âIâm not coming near that thing, sorry sis, I love you but I ainât goinâ down that way.â He stayed put behind Steve.
âThis thing is your fucking fault!â You yelled.
Sam stepped out of Steveâs frame with a confused look. âHow the hell is it my fault? That thing just came outta nowhere, we thought it was one of Starkâs exotic pets gone loose.â
âI swear to what ever that is Holy, Sam, if you donât turn him back to normal I will fucking murder you with a plastic fork.â You were fuming; you couldnât stand the innocent look he was sporting.
âHey, as much as I would love to take credit for this, I didnât do any of it. Wait, what do you mean turn back?â
âDrop the act, bro, or Iâll fucking jump you.â
Sam shot Steve a confused look and you lost it, you lunged at Sam with your fist at the ready, wanting nothing more than to gauge his eyes out, but unfortunately, Steveâs impeccable reflex caught you before you could lay a hand on Sam.
âWhoa, whoa, Y/N, calm down!â Steve restrained your arms at your side and pulled you away, while Bucky and Tony pushed Sam away. âWhatâs the matter with you?â
âThat asshole turned my boyfriend into an actual black panther!â You screamed, furiously pointing at Sam who was seeking safety behind Bucky and Tony.
âWhat?!â Sam yelped. âHow the fuck would I do that?â
âI donât know! But you were the only person who didnât approve of my relationship so you turned my boyfriend into a cat for payback!â
Just as soon as you finished your sentence, Sam burst into laughter. He held his stomach as he crouched down to the floor; eyes were tearing up from laughing too much. Just like that, the elephant in the room (or the black panther in the room) was the least of everybodyâs problem.
âOh, Y/N, thatâs it, youâve completely lost it. Why would I turn your boyfriend into a fucking cat? And how the hell do you know itâs even him!â
âBecause of this,â you turned around to face the panther that was lying down on the floor and called out, âTâChalla!â
The panther immediately perked up, with both ears standing proudly and sauntered to your side, before placing one paw on the small of your back. You went to show the others what he did before that got you to realize that the panther was indeed TâChalla.
You sat down on the floor and, as silly as it sounds, nodded to the panther to repeat what it did.
âThatâs what TâChalla did when he wanted my attention. Three pats on the head and back up my shoulder.â You stated as-a-matter-of-fact-ly.
âHoly shit, Wilson, youâve really out done yourself this time.â Tony muttered from behind Sam and gave him a pat on the back.
âWhat? Â I swear to God this wasnât me!â
âWell then who the fuck did it?â You yelled in frustration.
A few beats of silence later, the sound of footsteps approaching caused everybody to turn their attention to the entryway of the living room. A certain longhaired God with his cane sauntered into the living room, sporting his ever-present mischievous smirk.
âWell, itâs safe to say that Iâm still the most insufferable person in this building, correct?â