YASSSSSSS mafia anyone gets me happy but damn mafia ari with a little soft sprinkle in there is the shit

Wind You Up &Tie You Down

Summary: Your mobster has a unique way to make you feel better. Let. Me. Help. He repeats his command laced request with fervent kisses chained down your neck, his thick beard brushing along your sensitive flesh. Let. Me. Help.

Pairing: Mafia!Ari x Reader

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Smut, fingering, mild choking, Oral (fem.rec), shibari kink, praise kink.

A/N: Beta’d by the lovely @lunarbuck and @maladaptivexxdaydreaming. Based on this gif by @biteofcherry

《Masterlist》《Mafia Masterlist《》Library》

Today was rough. It’s been one thing after another since you got up this morning, and you reached your breaking point hours ago. You’re stressed and exhausted.

The ache of it settles deep in your bones, shifting under your skin until you feel too big for your body. You can’t get enough air into your burning lungs. It’s all collapsing in on you. All the responsibilities, the pressure, the need to just be. 

Be more than yourself. To be what they want, they expect. 

It all winches tighter and tighter around you until you can’t move, can’t think.

Ari sees your struggle. He understands it. It’s almost a tangible thing–the weight of the world on your shoulders. As his fingers settle on the taut muscles, his rough, scarred palms warm on your back, he can almost feel it. Like if he just hooks his fingers, he can pull it off of you and onto him. He would. Every fear, every stress, every bitter word tossed at you like acid by someone who should know better but still made you feel inadequate. He’d take it all for you.

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I melted I died and I went to hell. That was good 😛

Afternoon Delight

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: language, fingering (f receiving), Ari’s mouth, soft dom elements, porn without much plot, Ari Levinson (yeah he’s a warning)

A/N: A little bit of fun on Monday. Thank you to @iwantutobehapppier for reading this through on the first blush and spurring me on a little bit and thank you to the members on Smut Hub for helping me decide what to write for this quick and dirty. <3 This is also the first time I’ve written for Ari. So… be gentle. lolol

“Come on, Peach,” he coaxed over you, breath panting against the curve of your jaw. Sinful lips dragging against your flesh with each hot puff of breath, “You know what I want to hear.”

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@jobean12-blog you are too sweet 💜💜

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Immediately looks away saying “that’s too hard no can do”

https://vm.tiktok.com/TTPdByv6h1/ for you, amalia😘 happy valentine’s day🥰 —🎠

Babeeee I love you for sending me this cause whew!!! Eye contact is hard! Happy Valentines to you! ♥️

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@theluxuriousfangirl awe thanks doll!

[gets a new mutual] i look forward to working with you

As a fellow saddleseat horse person, I’m OBSESSED and this is lovely and fantastic and ACCURATE 💜

Back in the Saddle AU (Horse Rider!Bucky)

Newcomer at the Barn

Trail Ride

A Series of Glances

Three Weeks

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Morning! Just read Legos and Language. Am now forever thankful that I have never stepped on one in my life! Steve swearing had me cackling at 6am. Now all I can think about is him hopping around trying to get away from the one thing that could bring down the mighty Cap, an innocent Lego. Bucky'll never let him live it down, of course! 😹

Legos are truly the bane of existence in my opinion 😂. I have a special hateful relationship with them.

thank you for reading it love, I hope you enjoyed it! 💜

Legos and Language

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: All bets are off when it comes to a Lego mishap in the Rogers-Barnes home 

Rating: Y'all shouldn’t be reading the filthy things if youre under 18 anyways but this one is pretty PG (but language is the exception)

Warnings: Domestic stucky, suggested and slight smutty times, 90% fluffy, some foul language, talk of murder and destruction of legos forever, feel good shit, Steve, Bucky and their girl have babies

don’t steal my little munchkin oc names please, I like them 

This is written from each lover’s POV, marked by ******** this 

This is a work of love and hated of legos, solely to be read for a smile and maybe some happiness, be kind or go away

        “Sonofabitch!” Your hushed curse rattles through the house as you stomp barefoot through your son’s pile of a semi built lego creation. With a few breathy “fuck’s,'' you hop over to the nearest chair to rub the new soreness out. Sharp indentations litter the underside of your arch, and you peel off a flat piece from your toe then mentally plot unmonitored use of the quantum realm to murder the creator of legos before they can cause any harm to you again.

       Continuing your muttering, you delicately set your foot down and turn to the mess. You sigh in relief that you didn’t destroy any of the built chunk, you were only subjected to the ultimate test of parenthood, the loose pieces.

     “Back to our regularly scheduled morning, coffee.” You say to the empty room, narrating your routine as if you were running a sitcom. Once in the kitchen, you set about making a hefty pot of coffee for you and your husbands, humming an 80s rock tune and letting your open robe swish around you loosely in the process.

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      They both notice you slide out of bed, a super spy and a retired Avenger don’t miss much in their own home. But rather than follow you down to the kitchen to disrupt your morning ritual, Steve pulls his husband against him and nuzzles his hair so they could get some quiet time of their own. A few moments later, Bucky is softly snoring against Steve’s arm, and Steve is on the brink of sleep when he hears a barely audible string of curses and the unbalanced thunking of feet along the hardwood. Bucky seems undeterred, so Steve leaves him be and slips out of the bed to investigate what caused the early use of language, not that he’s surprised considering their wife’s colorful vocabulary when the kids aren’t listening.

       Pulling his discarded boxers back on from the night before, Steve saunters out of the master suite silently toward the staircase. He pokes his head into the nursery to check on the sleeping infant twins, and heads down the old hardwood steps, praying for them not to creak with every step. Halfway down the stairs, he hears you filling the coffee pot under the tap and the chorus to a White Snake ballad quietly playing from the speakers while you hum along. With a smile and a small head bob as he catches the tune, Steve steps across the threshold of the stairs toward the living room and kitchen, unaware of the torture devices scattered on the floor.

      Steve intends to follow the wall to get to the kitchen without his presence known, until you hear a series of words that would make Tony blush and an unfortunate crunching sound of your son’s creation being smashed to bits.

     “SONOFAFUCKINGMONKEYSASSHOLE WHAT THE FUCKING DICK ON A STICK GOD DAMN PIECE OF TORTUROUS BULLSHIT IS THIS?!!” He yelps loudly and tries to hop over the new graveyard of legos.

     In his fresh misery, he misses you quickly dropping the coffee grounds onto the counter top and hustling toward him to make sure his verbatim doesn’t wake the twins. As you begin shushing him from a few steps away, Steve hobbles blindly toward your voice and you see it happen before you can say anything. Your big clutz of a husband smashes his un-assaulted foot through your son’s Legos, only this time Captain America is not the star spangled man with a plan. He has absolutely destroyed the near complete firetruck and you can only stand in awe at his ability to hit each remaining chunk of the build before he finally makes it to the couch.

     “Fuck fuck fuck fuck, why the fucking legos? FUCK!” His wailing is not going to gain any sympathies from you, only entertainment at the weaknesses of men.

     “Steven Grant, you shut the hell up before you wake my babies or I WILL send Bucky to the store and you can have twin duty alone.” Sitting down at his feet to pull the pieces off his skin, you scold him lightly but without any venom or intention. He hisses as you pull the flat plastic off his big toe, and you chuckle as his pathetic whimpers cease.

     “So, coffee?” You stand and pull him up with you toward the kitchen, letting his calloused hands and leftover cologne embrace you like a blanket as he leans down to caress your cheek. He kisses your forehead and softly brushes hair behind your ear with one hand while the other grips your plush hip under the loose robe.

     “Maybe something sweeter to distract me first? This robe is teasing me.” His lips ghost down your neck and he nips at your collarbone while pulling the thin silk off your shoulders.

     “You kept me up late, baby. I need coffee before anything today.” You whisper breathily against his tanned, thick chest, whimpering and shivering as you feel him trace the marks littering your skin and gently squeezing the flesh he is so obsessed with.

     He allows you to pull away only after you shudder again, but he stands behind you, hands locked onto your hips as you pour the bitter amber liquid into 3 mugs. Steve’s love bites on your neck keep you distracted long enough for Bucky to come down the stairs without being noticed.

     “I thought we agreed there was no third wheeling in this family, and yet here we are.” Your bonus husband is perched against the refrigerator offering your favorite coffee creamer and his signature pout.

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     Bucky is roused by his husband rolling out of bed and the accompanying coolness that surrounds him as the sheets flutter back down against the mattress. He listens to Steve pad lightly down the hall to check in on the kids, Hudson in his room first, then Charlotte and Talia in the nursery.  As the footsteps recede down the stairwell, Bucky lets his body sink into the bed and the scents of his partners surround him and lull him back to sleep.

     Until he hears a string of words leave his husband’s mouth, and a series of crunches and shattering sounds buried under more very inappropriate words. Now wide awake, Bucky shoves himself from bed and puts a loose sweatshirt over his head while he walks toward the stairs. He is halted by a whimper from one of his little twins in the nursery, but his ever present super senses note that both babes are still firmly asleep so he continues down the steps.

       Not sure of the state of things on the main floor, Bucky alertly scopes the space and finds their son’s legos strewn about the floor. With a sigh, Bucky steps around them and shakes his head as he follows the sounds of his husband and wife to the kitchen. He is met with tangled hair and soft pants, an open robed woman more stunning than Aphrodite, and a man barely containing his impressive erection in his low hanging boxers. Bucky can feel the energy in the room, can practically taste the arousal on them, and his subconscious stirs awake, begging to join like a wolf waiting for the hunt.

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      “And who plans on fixing our son’s firetruck creation? Because it sure as hell won’t be me, I will be taking care of our little girls where I am wanted.”

     Steve is the first to respond, an arm opens toward Bucky in the same moment. “Honey we didn’t mean to leave you out, c’mon over here let us show you how much better it is with you.” 

      As Bucky steps into Steve’s reach, you push off the counter and into the thick warmth of your husbands. Their desire envelops you as kisses are peppered on skin and fingers prod at bits of flesh for a better grip on reality. The moment is nearly bursting with love and lust, blinding both man’s super senses of their incoming visitor.

        “Who da hell bwoke my WEGOS!!!!????? MOMMYYYYY!” Hudson screeches from the bottom of the stairs and you’re running for him in an instant.

        “Hudson Anthony! You do not speak like that. You know better young man.” Steve and Bucky hiss at the use of their boy’s middle name, knowing how he feels in both respects.

       “Baby boy, I’m so sorry about the Legos, but you cannot use that language. No naughty words right?” You hate scolding him when you completely understand his frustrations, but heavens forbid he say any of that in public, the boy would be shamed and sent to his principal so fast even the Daily Bugle couldn’t catch it first. 

      Hudson sniffles and rubs his nose, trying to fight off tears of frustration in front of his daddy and papa, but quickly fails.

“But, is bwoken mommy. I woked so hawd on it! Wuh happened?” He begins wailing and stuttering breaths, and you pull him into your arms to hug and comfort him gently.

       “Shh, handsome, it was an accident. See, they were left too close to the stairs and mommy stepped on some, then daddy heard her yelp and ran through them too. Papa moved them out of the way and reminded daddy that he needs to help fix it with you baby.” You bounce him on your hip, trying to push the sadness away like you did when he was a small tike.

       Bucky and Steve step closer, each wrapping an arm around you and Hudson to initiate a bear hug. Hudson whimpers a bit longer then picks his head up from your shoulder and leans toward Steve, signaling he wants his daddy to hold him next. Steve pulls him close and whispers apologies only audible to his boy, but you and Bucky smile knowingly. They head to the far corner of the couch where they can have a quiet cuddle and talk about how Hudson can teach his daddy to rebuild the LEGO vehicle. 

      You lean against Bucky, enjoying the moment until he turns to the stairs.

       “Time for round 2 with some sleepy babies?” You tie your robe closed and head up the walk way, stubbing your toe on the first step.

       “Mother fu—dge on toast that was unpleasant.” You yelp and grip tightly onto Bucky’s vibranium arm. He chuckles and scoops you into his arms, carrying you up the remaining steps.

     “Careful, I don’t want to use your middle name today too darling.” He winks, setting you down at the doorway of the nursery. With a huff, you begin fluttering about the room, softly waking your girls and beginning their morning routine.

    “My sweet little Charlotte Ann, and my lovely Natalia Rose, you two are the most precious angels in this world. But for the love of all things holy, no Legos when you’re older ok?”

Tagging those who may appreciate this or can give me a helpful bit of advice on my writing : @bxccxdxll​ @iraot​ @sagechanoafterdark​ @tuiccim​  @thebescht​ @makbarnes​

Y’all are NOT going to be disappointed with this series!!! Mak is working her tail off for it!!!

365 Days

Summary: After seeing you walk across the street in Boston, New York his car crashed causing his father to die and he was severely injured. You were his Angel, his saving grace, he held onto the thought of you as he fought for his life. He needs you to keep going. Bucky has been searching for you for five years and he isn’t going to let this slip out of his hands this time. (Car accident is how he got the metal arm)

(5 years later)

You are trapped in a horrible relationship with a man who you used to love but it faded. In a last effort attempt to save your relationship you take a trip to Spain. You see him flirting with the barhand and run off in tears, Wandering through a garden you run into Bucky and he introduces himself. “Are you lost, Doll?” You walk away after getting a weird vibe from him and find yourself at the beach. You blocked your boyfriend's number and cried as you wandered through the town. You stop when a car shines their bright lights on you and run into Bucky again. He makes you an offer but you easily decline thinking he is a psycho, Bucky doesn’t let you get away and kidnaps you. You have 365 days to fall in love with him.

A/N: This is all being beta'd by @believeitseeitdoit

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Yes please! My home town with this man would be 👌🏻🤤🥰💜

Road Trip with Bucky Moodboards

Washington

Rainier cherries while visiting Mount Rainier? That’s exactly what you and Bucky do while visiting Washington. After that, you and Bucky visit Olympic National Park and then it’s a visit to Seattle to see the Space Needle and try out Nanaimo bars

You are never alone in the fight, we all have demons and darkness. One of the hardest things to learn is how to let the happiness around you carry the horrible things that invade your mind. For every bad moment, there will be twice as many good ones, whether they are obvious or hidden in the soil until you dig them up upon looking back.

There is a lot to live for, even if it’s to save another life that isn’t your own. You staying means others can too 💜

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

Calling her a princess AND fucking her like a good king?

Y/N is living her best life in this fic y’all 🤤😍💕

Love at First Sight

(pictures not owned by me)

Pairing: Dilf!Andy Barber x Latina!Princess!Reader

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Creampie, daddy!kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, slight heartbreak, flirting, sassy!reader

Summary: You’re the party princess at one of Jacob’s friends birthdays Andy was dragged to

A/N: Ask was to main but it’s way over 1k so it’ll go here. 

Created for:  @wakingbeauty​ 

Beta’d: @angrybirdcr​

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August Walkers Slut School

Summary: August Walker is a motivational speaker, working the conference circuit and teaching hundreds of men on how to school their very own slut.

Fandom: Mission Impossible Fallout, Henry Cavill

Pairing; August Walker x Female OC - all written from 3rd person perspective with no detailed description of the female character given.

Warnings: AU, NSFW, 18+, Slight Dystopian World, Degrading, Public Nudity, Thigh Riding, Exhibitionism, Derogatory Names, Buttplug, Pet Name, Dom/Sub aspects, Talk of Anal Sex and Oral Sex, Orgasm Denial.

Photo Edit by @nix-akimbo​, which i then used to design the above graphic.

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Hi Bucky 🙋🏼‍♀️how are you today ?

I'm doing good doll how are you?

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