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Aspen: she/her, elder millennial of thirty-some years. writings, musings, fandom flailing, and smut. I DO NOT INTERACT WITH USERS UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.
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and also you both have raging breeding kinks
friends. not only did i get some inspiration for the cum together extravaganza, but the story idea i had, and wrote the first draft of, is my first omegaverse fic
it features alpha steve rogers, who overhears you, his omega neighbor, suffering through your heat alone 🤭 but he only overhears you because you wanted him to hear you, because you've been secretly pining for him 🤭 and he's been secretly pining for you 🤭 and also you both have raging breeding kinks 🤭
anyway, i just needed you all to know 🤭🤭🤭 ok have a good night!!!
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Prepare For Takeoff
Title: Prepare For Takeoff
Characters/Pairings: soft dark!Mafia!Andy Barber x female!reader Word Count: 1.5k
Content Warnings: vaginal fingering, dubious existing engagement
Logistical Notes: Another piece early in the days of the I'm Your Man AU.
Author Note: I started this AU when I was at an airport, and my recent trip had me thinking of these two again, and it had me wishing I were Andy's to spoil.
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While you aren’t used to being chauffeured to every aspect of your life (nor did you want to get used to it, the driver and vehicle yet another element that Andy insisted on in the new life he inserted you into), you know a security checkpoint where your driver had to stop and speak to someone else is not part of the typical route back to the palatial Barber Estate. You sit up straighter in your seat, looking first to the men in the front, but neither of them give anything away, your bodyguard Shep’s face is the same stoic expression as ever, and your driver Mark only glances into the rear view mirror to meet your eyes briefly.
Your brows furrow and you look out the window. You can only see large white buildings on either side of the SUV, and the overwhelmingly industrial feel has you at a loss for guessing the where and why of your location.
That is until you reach the end of the building and the car pulls around the corner. Now you see these large white industrial walls make up the sides of a row of aircraft hangars. While your jaw doesn’t drop, your mouth opens slightly. The jaw dropping moments as a character in the life of Andy Barber are so frequent, but you are starting to control your reactions a bit more.
The SUV pulls up smoothly to the side of a private jet, sleek and black, the late afternoon sun shining off its metal sides. Mark stops the vehicle, and as Shep opens your door, you are not surprised to see you are stepping out exactly onto a long, blue carpet that leads from the SUV to the bottom of a set of white stairs. At the top of them, Andy emerges from the plane, nodding to you. You smooth down the front of your clothing and glare up at him.
“What is this?” You call up loudly.
“You know what it is.”
“Where are we going?”
“Away for the weekend. Now, don’t be difficult, sweetheart, you’re going to love this.”
You feel a sting in your eyes but quickly blink it away.
You hate this because you know he is right.
Yet again he will undoubtedly give you exactly what you want and go beyond what you could even imagine for it, but because he wants to, not because you want any of it.
That is the constant curse in this relationship.
Everything you want, but all your choices stolen from you before you can make them.
You concentrate on taking deep breaths as you ascend the staircase, mustering the strength that you will need for this. You have to armor yourself against his charm and his cunning. Every moment with him is dangerous.
“I thought it was time to take you away, make you forget the everyday. I know you’ve been under a lot of stress.”
You blink, open your mouth, then shut it again. He is the source of the stress, but you don’t trust what would happen if you said that.
He smirks, then sweeps you into a kiss that immediately sends tingles all through your body, from where his lips press insistently against yours, tongue teasing into your mouth, to the hand he plants possessively onto you hip and the other on your back, pressing you flush against him, down to your toes, legs feeling unstable as he takes your breath away. You are helpless but to cling to his shoulders and kiss him back, because your traitorous body willingly surrenders to him, damn near craves him.
He finally lets you breathe again when you tap against his chest and turn your head, gasping for air.
He kisses your cheek, then your neck just beneath your ear.
Getting your breath back, you give a small huff. “So, what? I don’t even get to pack? You just have whatever I need for the flight and when we get wherever we’re going, I’ll just arrive to a closet full of new clothes and accessories?”
“Naturally.” You can feel his smirk against your skin for a moment before he bites at your delicate flesh.
“This is insane.” You push away from him and step through the open door of the jet.
“It’s not insane,” he says, stalking close behind you.
The interior of the plane is sleek, minimal, but the flavor of the furniture and decor evoke the same feeling as the common spaces of his estate with lush leather and dark wood.
The fact that there’s furniture…
“It’s not normal.”
Hand to your back, Andy ushers you further into the plane. “You’re never going to be subjected to normal again in your life.”
“But what if I liked normal?”
He sits on a leather loveseat and pulls you down immediately next to him, nearly in his lap. He counters, “You liked needing to get to the airport early, check your bags or haul them through security with your three-ounces-or-less limit on liquids, take off your shoes, and trek through the terminals to your gate?”
You sigh and look straight ahead.
He chuckles and beckons over a gentleman who offers a tray of drinks.
“Bourbon or champagne?”
“Thank you,” Andy says, and takes a glass of the dark bourbon.
“No, thank you,” you decline.
“The captain says we are clear for take off on your word, Mr. Barber.”
Andy nods. “Wheels up then. We’ll take dinner in ninety minutes. You can leave us until that point.”
“Call if you need anything, sir.”
You hear the click of a door as the man disappears. Andy takes a slow drink, then presses the glass to your lips, forcing you to take a sip before he sets the glass aside.
You feel the jet begin to move and then turn toward the runway.
“You deserve more than normal,” Andy says, eyes on you, returning to your conversation from moments before.
“Andy…” you hedge.
“I will whisk you away anywhere in the world. I’ll give you everything you want. You’re mine to spoil. You’re going to live a beautiful life with me.”
“Andy,” you start again, but unsure how to counter.
He growls your name and yanks you abruptly into his lap. He cuts any argument you were about to launch into by biting at your lower lip and grinding you down onto his hard bulge.
You whimper and throw your head back.
Andy assaults your bared neck with heated kisses. He knows he’ll have you a pliant mess for him to slake his lust in a matter of moments.
You know it, too.
And you know he’ll overwhelm you with pleasure of your own, never a selfish lover even though every other bit of him is selfish.
His fingers slip under the fabric covering your core without hesitation, and he strokes your labia, gathering more and more of your arousal as the plane picks up speed. Slow strokes back and forth, back and forth. The pad of his forefinger circles your clit and you bite back a whimper.
“Mmm, you know I love those noises you make.” He circles your bundle of nerves again, this time with his thumb, letting two of his fingers dip just slightly into your slick channel. “Give me what I want,” he coos, coaxing with another circle, and another, and you finally break, moaning openly for him.
“That’s it, sweetheart, let me know how good I make you feel.”
He pumps his fingers full into the knuckle now, and not like anyone else you’d ever been with intimately before. It’s only been a few weeks, but Andy has taken every opportunity to become a master of your body and coax and command pleasure out of every inch of you. He knows just how much pressure to apply when fucking you with his fingers, and he pushes into that spongy spot at the front of you walls insistently, repeatedly as the jet leaves the ground, making you cry out and shake on an abrupt orgasm.
You sink forward, hanging your head on his shoulder, but it’s only the first orgasm he plans to ply from your body on this flight. He draws your left hand to his mouth, and hums as he places a kiss first against the band of your engagement ring on your finger and then into your palm, before trailing his lips to your wrist. He eases you down to the floor, and you lay back and watch as he shucks off his pants above you before descending down to sheath himself inside you next, demanding more.
And as he fucks you there, then on another of the chairs, then takes you back to the sleeping quarters for yet more, you bend to his will and his demands and his lust, overcome with everything he is and everything he makes you feel, lost in the complexity of what he’s confined you into. His spoiled and ruined sweetheart.
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I'm Your Man Collection
a short series featuring Andy Barber as a soft dark mafia boss who set his sights on you and never plans to let you go
While Andy Barber was well-known in Boston, there are whispers of a darker side, but few know the depths of his darker side. He's successful, he's charming, he's generous, and you're about to find out just how dangerous he can be.
Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings]
DUBIOUS CONSENT, extortion, explicit smut: oral (female and male receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal intercourse, spitting, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, somnophilia, financial spoiling
COLLECTION:
I'm Your Man [3k]
Morning Radiance [750]
Prepare for Takeoff [1.5k]
ask: a moment on your honeymoon [350]
Make Her Glow [1k]
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Bucky and the Situation
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: Steve x female!Reader, Bucky x female!Reader, development of Stucky
Word Count: 1351
Summary: Uncertain what to do next, when Bucky reaches out, you seize the opportunity to try and explain, though you’re not sure how this can work out.
Warnings: Well, you know the situation reader is in.
Additional Notes: If you've only been reading the Bucky half of this series, the two collided in Steve and the Blindside and this takes place directly after - and you'll want/need to read all of Steve's sections if you want to know everything that's going on for reader. This is where the story is going, and I knew this is where the story was headed from the beginning of the drabble series… We can talk after. Only one more section and maybe an epilogue? Also, I've created a playlist and inserted the song for each section into its post.
Your phone dings to signal a text. It’s from an unknown number, and you unlock it to check the message.
UNKNOWN: Can we talk? Steve and I are leaving the country tomorrow to investigate some suspicious intel.
You’d given Bucky your number just yesterday morning.
How you were going to do this, you didn’t know, but you knew you owed it to him, so you respond back with a yes.
You owe it to both men, but you don’t know if you should try to make any overtures with Steve or give him more time.
BUCKY: Are you at the bookshop now?
YOU: Yes, come by whenever works best.
Though half of you had considered staying home that morning, you knew you needed the distractions of work after your mostly restless night where you’d been largely unable to turn off your brain.
BUCKY: On the way now.
Well at least you wouldn’t have to wait long.
As the owner there was plenty of administrative work to take care of on any given week for the bookshop, so you had holed yourself up in the office all morning without anyone questioning your need to do so. You decide to take a quick break to walk off some of your nerves around the shop, get an iced London Fog from the café, and tell Greg to send Bucky back to the offices when he arrives.
It’s not much later when there’s a firm knock on the door, and in a few steps you’re quick to open it, heart racing.
“Bucky,” you breathe, and step back, opening the door wider to let him in.
He gives you a tight-lipped smile and moves forward. You’re pushing the door closed right behind him when you meet resistance, and as you whip your head away from watching Bucky, you gasp seeing it’s Steve’s hand, pushing in as well. Your jaw goes slack, as does your hand on the door, and he slips inside, shutting the door quietly behind him.
There are two desks in the small office, each up against the wall so that if two people are sitting in the office, they sit back-to-back between them, fairly close to each other. The two super soldiers perch on the edge of one of them, and you mirror their stance, sitting gingerly on the edge of your desk.
Steve crosses his arms and can’t seem to look at you, but Bucky rests his hands on the desk beneath him and does look earnestly at you. “Why? When you knew all this time?
You nod and then take one deep breath before answering.
“I met you both in a matter of weeks, and in the beginning I didn’t know that it was going to develop into more with either of you, and it felt like it would be a stupid thing to talk about, like I was desperate or trying to just meet Avengers around town or something. And then when I started spending actual time with each of you, we always talked about other things, and it became more and more of an odd topic, especially when neither of you mentioned the other, so I also didn’t know if it was necessary.
“But then these past two weeks when things started to feel different and I thought maybe… well, at that point I didn’t want to talk about it because acknowledging that things were growing more serious than friendship with either of your meant I’d have to end things with the other, and I wasn’t sure that’s where it was going or who I could possibly choose until just this weekend when the ballet with Steve was clearly a date and then I thought maybe I was ready to walk things back to the casual friendship space with Bucky, but then…”
You trailed off.
“After you kissed me, Bucky, I knew I needed to talk to Steve, and so we went to dinner, and I didn’t want to bring it up, and then there we all were together.”
“And then you ran,” Steve finishes.
You bite your lip, heat rushing to your cheeks. Through all your explanation Steve still hasn’t looked at you, but at this point he does look at Bucky.
“I’m sorry,” you say.
The two look at each other.
“I don’t know what else to say,” you try to bridge the silence, but Bucky raises his hand to cut you off.
“We don’t want you to say anything else,” he says, and it’s so emphatic that you shut your mouth abruptly, feeling even more uncertain.
Your eyes glance back at Steve, who still won’t look at you, so you return your gaze to Bucky.
“We figured out a lot of things last night,” he starts.
“I know I–“
“Don’t,” he insists. “Just listen.”
It’s then you register that his voice holds more warmth than you were expecting. If nothing else, he’s clearly not here to be cruel. You take in another deep breath to steel yourself to hear him out. Whatever he’s going to say, you owe it to him – to both of them.
“Steve and I were up all night, and part of that was talking through all of this. We pieced together our timelines, and neither of us had staked a full claim to you yet – we were both still in the overtures. You didn’t tell either of us that you knew the other, and that is the only thing we fault you for, but we also can see there was no best case scenario here for you.”
He looks back at Steve then.
“You weren’t the only one who was holding back information either. Steve didn’t tell me about the dame he was spending all his Saturdays with, and I didn’t tell him I was getting to know a certain bookshop owner all too well, but finding out we were both involved with you last night made us evaluate out what we wanted.”
Bucky looks back at you. “We want you.”
You can’t help the broken sound that escapes your throat and shake your head. “I couldn’t choose before, that’s why we ended up in a clusterfuck last night-“
It’s Steve who interrupts you now, finally looking at you, and the intensity in his gaze makes your heart stop. “We don’t want you to choose between us, we want you to choose us.”
“What?”
“Steve and I mean too much to each other,” Bucky explains, “and we started to figure that out last night because of you. We want more with each other, and we both want more with you.”
In the next second, Bucky has closed the short distance between you and leans down to pull you into a kiss, his hand cupping the back of your head to angle your face up and tangle in your hair. Then you feel another hand tentatively joining Bucky’s in your hair, and Bucky’s lips break away and they turn your head slightly to meet Steve’s lips. His kiss is hungrier and more urgent than Bucky’s, and you gasp into his mouth. With his other hand – the metal one – Bucky seeks out your hand while he presses his lips to the side of your face, placing a few kisses along your jaw, over your cheek, and then at your temple.
And then suddenly they both withdraw – but Bucky does keep hold of your hand.
“We don’t want your answer now,” Steve says. “We got a chance to talk and think about this all night. We know what we want, but you get to decide if it’s what you want, too, and that decision can’t be rushed.” He brings his fingers up and gently strokes your cheek. “But to be clear: it is both of us or neither of us.”
You nod.
“We’ll be back in a few days,” Bucky adds, “but you take as long as you need to think about if you want this.” He squeezes your hand, and then they both turn without another word, looking back over their shoulders at you as they leave your office before closing the door.
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I'm Your Man Verse
a short series featuring Andy Barber as a soft dark mafia boss who set his sights on you and never plans to let you go
While Andy Barber was well-known in Boston, there are whispers of a darker side, but few know the depths of his darker side. He's successful, he's charming, he's generous, and you're about to find out just how dangerous he can be.
Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings]
DUBIOUS CONSENT, extortion, explicit smut: oral (female and male receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal intercourse, spitting, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, somnophilia, financial spoiling
COLLECTION:
I'm Your Man [3k]
Morning Radiance [750]
Prepare for Takeoff [1.5k]
ask: a moment on your honeymoon [350]
Make Her Glow [1k]
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DEVOUR: a Bucky x Reader short series
a short series centered around a mostly-dark mob boss Bucky Barnes and a female!Chef!Reader at a high end restaurant
True achievement in the restaurant industry requires a relentless drive. No compromises. You’ve risen through the ranks, and when your mentor retires, you’re rightly given the mantle of executive chef at Devour. On your night of ascension, the dining room is packed, and among the guests is notorious mob boss Bucky Barnes - someone equally as relentless in getting what he wants.
Content Warnings (detailed in the beginning of each part): imbalanced power dynamics, bribery, workplace manipulation, NON/DUBIOUS CONSENT, explicit language, risk of being caught, food play, knife play, nipple/breast play, vaginal fingering, forced orgasm, edging, unprotected vaginal intercourse, cream pie
SERIES:
salt
fat
acid
heat - coming soon
EXTRAS:
→ Series Playlist
Drabbles:
mint (a week or two after heat)
custard (first winter holidays together)
yeast (tbd point after the series)
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As one of the Christmas presents, your Alpha promises to fulfill one of your fantasies, or introduce you to a kink you secretly wanted to try. What is it and how he's going about it? Does he surprise you with it? Or did you plan to make a special night of it?
Okay, not an alpha, but...
well...
I couldn't get this idea out of my head...
Fandom: Chris Evans Characters
Title: Make Her Glow
Characters/Pairings: soft dark!Mafia!Andy Barber x female!reader
Word Count: 986
Content Warnings: bondage, established coerced marriage, breeding kink
Logistical Notes: I think technically this is ... going to be a collection now. Sequel to I'm Your Man and a moment from their honeymoon. I just can't resist this Andy (and neither can you, dear reader).
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The domestic elements were incredibly important to Andy. He knew they were vital to building a happy, long-lasting relationship between husband and wife, and he wanted nothing less than that for both of you. Putting up the Christmas tree had been something he’d insisted on doing together, just the two of you, the day after Thanksgiving.
He’d driven the pair of you to the nicest tree lot, walked around holding your hand until he knew the two of you had found a tree you truly liked, then paid to have it delivered to your home after lunch. He had you direct the delivery men to put it exactly where you wanted it. He had helped you string it with lights, then decorate with garland and ornaments. You were still guarded – he had broken down many, but not all, of your walls, but it had been a good day.
But by far the most valuable thing from putting up the tree together had been the lights. He saw sheer, unadulterated delight shine through your eyes the first time they lit up. It was the passion he’d seen on your face so frequently during the first weeks he knew you – it’s what made him know he had to have you, and he loved seeing it again.
Each night, you had very easily let him hold you on the couch, all the other lights off, and sit together in the glow from the white lights of the tree. He had pulled so much more out of you each of those nights – memories, wants, dreams, worries.
He always knew you would work.
He knew you knew the two of your would work.
The soft glow of those lights had made you impossibly softer and warmer to him, and he fucking loved it.
But he hadn’t exploited that knowledge until tonight.
Having finally sent all the house guests home, you were turning off all the lights, and about to collapse onto the couch, but he intercepted you a step away from your destination, and tugged you gently upstairs. You knew not to fight him.
He knows you don’t want to fight him; you’re only holding onto small pieces of resisting him because he’s slowly been disarming every last piece of you, making you more and more vulnerable to becoming completely swept away by him.
He closes the bedroom door and then leads you to the bed. He slowly unzips your simple but beautiful party dress from behind, and you shrug it down your shoulders. He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, and you can’t suppress a shiver. Then he unclasps your bra, and you let that fall to the floor, too. He slides a finger into the waistband of your lacey underwear on either side of your hips and pulls them gently down. You step out of them without direction.
He spanks you, just once, but it elicits the short, gasping moan he loves to draw from you.
“Up on the bed now,” he instructs.
“Yes, Andy,” your voice is soft, and you crawl up obediently.
“On your back in the middle of the mattress.”
As you move into place, you watch him, and he reaches for a box he left under the bed a few hours earlier.
Andy places the box on the bedside table, and first pulls out a thick, forest green satin ribbon.
He climbs up on the bed next to you. “Hold up your hands, wrists together for me.”
Despite everything else up to this point, he’s never physically bound you before.
Although he can see the evidence of your breathing speed up with the rise and fall of your chest, he’s incredibly pleased that you do exactly as he says, surrendering without a fuss. He wraps the ribbon around your wrists and forearms, then strokes your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.”
He moves back to the box, pulls out one end of the string, plugs it into the socket, and you gasp as a full string of white lights comes to life. Andy smiles and turns off the rest of the lights in the room.
Ten minutes later when he’s wrapped the lights around your arms – right over where the ribbons were first placed because he did want to protect your precious skin from being uncomfortable – and then bound you up to the headboard, where he strung the rest of the lights back and forth between the bedposts, and emerges naked from the large master closet, he fully appreciates the warm glow of the lights just as you have the lights from the tree. He more than gets it now.
Joining you once more on the bed, he runs his hands up your thighs, then guides them open and kneels between them.
“You’re so pretty like this, wife.”
You’re wet for him. Waiting for him.
“You want one more Christmas gift?” he asks, his eyes moving up your body to meet your eyes.
You let out a small, whimpered, “Yes,” and he smiles again. “Please,” you add.
“And I think it’s time we start really working on one more gift for me,” he says. He moves one hand to your hip and places the other solidly over your womb. “I’m done waiting to see you growing with my child, and it’s too perfect that you’re ovulating.”
Your eyes widen and your mouth opens just a little.
He smirks. “You think I really wouldn’t know something like that? Well, if you’re going to act dumb, I’ll just oblige and fuck you dumb. But, goddamn, you should know how perfect and beautiful you look for me just like this. Glowing under these lights? Perfection."
He leans down to kiss you. His lips move against yours, easily, he licks into your mouth, and you moan. He doesn't relent until you're breathless, and arching up beneath him.
"Now let’s make it so you glow for another reason.”
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I make no apologies for this.
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This feels like your new husband, dark mafia Andy, looking up at you from across the living room of your basically-strangers-but-new-neighbors in who live just a few places down from the palatial new home he purchased for your honeymoon and future vacationing in Lake Como. You've just said something that made the gathering of neighbors laugh - a sarcastic answer to the question about how you two met and got together since they know about your whirlwind wedding. You put enough charm and sarcasm into your tone that the neighbors think you're joking about your engagement coming about through extortion with no way out.
But with that brief crinkle of his brow, a foreboding shot of danger shoots through you - as well as a traitorous wave of desire singing right into your core.
He may look more casual than you've ever seen him in that denim button up, but there's no mistaking that he's still ruthless and will have his way. He's going to punish you for your behavior, thinking you can make light or try to pull others in to help you escape.
Because he will never let you go.
And he's going to fuck you until you cry, and then past that, until you forget anything but the pleasure he brings you on his tongue, on his cock, on his fingers, in all your holes. He will be brutal. And then he will wrap you up in his arms as you pass out into sleep, naked against his nakedness, enmeshed in him, pulling you further into his carefully crafted control of this marriage, of you, convincing you again that you want this, couldn't want anything else.
And when you wake up, you hate him even more because you do want him and what he gives you. Because he's handsome, he's devoted, he's intoxicating, he takes care of you. That first night he claimed you, you told him you would have chosen him.
You would have.
You didn't know he was this, but... you had wanted him and assumed he'd never take you seriously.
Until he'd taken you without question and without a choice.
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Imagine Bucky coming home to see you wearing nothing but a red ribbon tied in a bow around your waist and can’t help but stare at you while licking his lips. You stand there and say “are you just gonna stand there or are you going to unwrap your present?”
Well...
Would you complain if I added one more thing to this little ask, too?
And this was undoubtedly meant for Christmas, but... my Christmas tree is still up, so maybe other people still have their decorations out, as well...
Fandom: MCU
Collection: The Brooklyn Boys
Title: Big Red Bow
Characters/Pairings: Bucky x female reader x Steve
Word Count: 593
Content Warnings: Steve stays post-endgame, established threesome, periphery/secular reference to the Christmas holiday, nudity, kissing, light fingering
Logistical Notes: Probably fine to read if you haven't read any of the series, because this is legit just spicy fluffy stuf, literally no plot. We just haven't seen these boys in a LONG long time, and I thought this might be nice for them. Dividers from @firefly-graphics and @saradika-graphics.
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You take a deep breath as you hear your boys come in the front door. Steve walks past the doorframe, heading down the hallway, his arms laden with bags from their supply run. Bucky, however, glances into the living room, then turns his head back and stops dead in his tracks. He sets his bag down and quietly straightens back up, stepping into the room, eyes riveted on you.
You had been waiting for them, for this, and yet your stomach still flips and your cheeks heat as you see the hungry look wash over him.
He licks his lips, but continues to stare, unmoving from his place in the doorframe.
Your heartbeat is racing, but you will yourself to remain still, kneeling next to the Christmas tree, in front of the fireplace, hands folded delicately in your lap, in nothing but a large red ribbon, painstakingly tied in a bow. You had tied it around your chest, below your breasts so that the large loops of the bow just covered your nipples.
"Did you hear me?" Steve calls back down the hallway to Bucky. "I asked if you know where the–"
"Steve, come here," Bucky cuts him off.
You hear Steve's steps coming back down the hallway. "What? What is - oh," his voice drops when he turns up behind Bucky and spots you waiting for them. "Oh," this time more of a groan, and his tone sends a shiver down your spine.
But when they don't move, you bite your lip and drop your eyes. "Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to unwrap your present?"
"It's past Christmas and New Years, honey," Bucky teases.
You huff. The last two weeks had been so busy, and you'd just thought when you saw the discarded bow from your nephew's bike that it might be fun to play with, but today had presented the first possible moment you finally had time for something like this. "Sorry, it's a little corny."
"Ow." Steve thumps Bucky from behind, and you start to move, but Bucky says, "Stop!" and you do, surprised by his abrupt command. "'I like corny. I'm looking for corny in my life.'"
Immediately comfortable again, you grin and giggle at the very apt quote from The Holiday, which you'd watched twice with them - once after Thanksgiving, and again a few days before Christmas.
They both swiftly approach you now. Steve gets to you first and kneels in front of you, leaning in to capture your lips in an kiss. Kneeling next to you, Bucky trails his fingers over your shoulder and down your arm. He presses his lips along your shoulder and back up to your neck, nudging his way in until Steve moves away, and Bucky steals the chance to claim your lips.
Bucky is quick to lay back on the floor, pulling you to lay on his his chest. You can hear Steve quickly undressing.
"Who says we need to unwrap you in order to play anyway?" Steve asks. Then he's settling in behind you, kneeling in the space between your and Bucky's legs, spreading them wider to accommodate him. He draws his hand down along your spine, over your lower back, and he lets a finger tease down between your cheeks.
You gasp, and Bucky chuckles. "Always so responsive for us, and so pretty like this."
"Mhmm," Steve agrees.
"But I can think of quite a few ways we can use this bow tonight," Bucky adds, grinning over your shoulder up at Steve.
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I'm Your Man Collection
a short series featuring Andy Barber as a soft dark mafia boss who set his sights on you and never plans to let you go
While Andy Barber was well-known in Boston, there are whispers of a darker side, but few know the depths of his darker side. He's successful, he's charming, he's generous, and you're about to find out just how dangerous he can be.
Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings]
DUBIOUS CONSENT, extortion, explicit smut: oral (female and male receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal intercourse, spitting, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, somnophilia, financial spoiling
COLLECTION:
I'm Your Man [3k]
Morning Radiance [750]
Prepare for Takeoff [1.5k]
ask: a moment on your honeymoon [350]
Make Her Glow [1k]
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Forest of Fics [masterlist]
latest
Prepare for Takeoff [1.5k] soft!dark!mafia Andy Barber x female!reader | tw: dub con, explicit smut, part of the I'm Your Man collection
Morning Radiance [750] soft!dark!mafia Andy Barber x female!reader | tw: dub con, explicit smut, somnophilia, part of the I'm Your Man collection
Hide and Seek [500] alpha Nick Fowler x female!omega!reader | mafia au, smut
Waiting On One Look [300] alpha Ari Levinson x female!omega!reader | apocalyptic omegaverse, referenced smut
Not Meant to Be Like This [680] alpha Steve x female!agent!reader | omega heat, explicit smut
Give Up [450] soft dark alpha Bucky x female!omega!reader | tw: DUB CON, explicit smut
A Shift in the Morning Routine [1060] King!Steve x Queen!Female!Reader | part of the Cedar Trees Royal AU, no smut
The Only Way of Knowing You [7.8k] leshy!Nick Fowler x female!Reader | modern AU, smut, tw: dub con
Warm Shadows, pt. 3: Carving Through the Dark [14.4k] Alpha!Bucky x Female Omega!Reader, Alpha!Steve x Female Omega!Reader | omegaverse, explicit smut
What You Want [2.7k] lawyer!Bucky x curvy!female assistant!reader| modern AU, power dynamic, periphery/secular reference to the Christmas holiday, vaginal fingering, use of "plum" as a term of endearment
greatest
CEDAR TREES [royal AU collection] f!Reader insert, king!Steve, Royal AU, smut, fluff
DEVOUR [short series] soft!dark Bucky x f!Reader insert, mob AU, non/dub-con start, explicit SMUT
Sacrificial [3.5k] Minotaur!Bucky x f!scientist!Reader (modern AU) dark SMUT/monster fucking, dub-con
Desperate [3k] Bucky Barnes x f!Reader | SMUT dubious consent, sex pollen, kidnapping
WARM SHADOWS [post-endgame omegaverse series] Alpha!Bucky x f!reader, Alpha!Captain Hydra x f!reader | DARK SMUT, tw: non con, tw: dub con, fluff beginning
events & challenges
Aspen's Holiday Extravaganza 2022
Into an Alternate June-iverse 2023
Hot Bucky Summer 2023
Bucky Barnes Bingo, Round Five - through January 2024
Aspen's 1st Anniversary Sleepover
'A Very Horny Monday to You...' August Sultry and Sinful List
Aspen's Dark Forest Fest - October 2023
BUCKY BARNES
COLLECTIONS
IN THE OPEN AIR [dual-part series] Gender Bend Mermaid AU, f!Reader insert
part one: Out of These Waters [7.9k]
part two: That Shore Up Above [will be continued TBD]
THE BROOKLYN BOYS [drabble series] female!Reader insert, slow burn
A MAN IS NOT HIS SONG [short series] female!Reader insert, slow burn, eventual smut, post-CA:WS era Bucky
1: More than a Melody's Needed
DEVOUR [short series] female!Reader insert, mob AU, non/dub-con start, explicit SMUT, mostly-dark!mob boss Bucky
salt - non-con
fat - dub-con
acid - totally con
heat - coming Nov/Dec 2023
post series-drabbles: mint | yeast
BUCK'S ELEVEN [snapshot series] historical AU, Ocean's Eleven-style heist premise
Buck's Eleven (original one-shot) [1.6k] Bucky, mentions of ex-wife!Reader, Steve
ONE-SHOTS
Into Cursed Pixie Dust [9k] female!Reader insert, SMUT, morally grey Winter Soldier
Silent Screams in Wildest Dreams [8k] female!Reader insert, SMUT, dark ending
hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [2k] dark!Wanda + Bucky x gender neutral!Reader, non-con/dub-con smut DARK FIC
Sacrificial [3.5k] Minotaur!Bucky x female!scientist!Reader (modern AU) dark SMUT/monster fucking, dub-con
+ follow up drabble: Do You Remember?
Talk [2k] Pleasure Dom!Bucky (modern AU) SMUT, BDSM, forced orgasm
Perfectionists [2.2k] + Test Play [1.8k] Game Designer!Bucky x female!reader (modern AU) SMUT
Desperate [3k] female reader, SMUT, dubious consent, sex pollen, kidnapping
Uncertain and Sure [550] Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | follow up drabble to Desperate, slight angst, feels, no smut
Insatiable [1850] Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | more for the Desperate verse but can stand alone, explicit smut
The Pool Party Op [1.2k] female reader, SMUT
Meet Cute [2.2k] female reader, modern AU, first piece in the Trader James Collection
Saturday Night Movie Marathon [2.4k] female reader, SMUT
Don't Blame Me [<1k] female reader | SMUT, tw: infidelity
DRABBLES
Christmas Eve Eve [1.1k but slotting with the drabbles because it’s still short] gn!Reader insert, fluff
Tactics [650] TFATWS era Bucky, character study
Coffee Shop Meet-Cute Request [1.1k] post-TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader, fluff
The Color Crimson [500] Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x Ari Levinson, SMUT
BULLET POINT APPROACH THOUGHT STORIES
Nose-brush forehead kisses post-TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader, fluff
STEVE ROGERS
SERIES
CEDAR TREES [royal AU collection] female!Reader insert, king!Steve, Royal AU, smut, fluff
THE BROOKLYN BOYS [drabble series] female!Reader insert, slow burn
ONE-SHOTS
Tiny Vessels [1.5k] gender neutral Reader insert, end of Endgame Steve, brief moments of non-graphic physical intimacy
follow up: Don't Forget You Were the One Who [1.3k] Steve returns
King [1k] female!Reader insert, mob!Steve, angst quickly resolved into fluff
Witchview [1.3k] female!Reader insert (witch!reader), Steve stays in the present after Endgame, post-WandaVision, smut, magic, manipulation, dark-ish
Peering In My Hollow Core [2.4k] Nomad!Steve x Morally Grey f!Reader | SMUT (dub-con sex pollen)
DRABBLES
With You female!Reader insert, fluff, potential future Neighbor!Steve scenario/chaptered work
inspired by a Chris and Dodger gifset gender neutral Reader insert, fluff
Bookings and Rings female!Reader insert, Buck's Eleven Collection, light smut
Steve with a Breeding Kink [750] Steve x f!reader | soft dark SMUT, tw: dubious consent
OTHER MARVEL
Sketch of Sam and Natasha [1k] Nat x Sam, exploring a CA: The Winter Soldier theory/close “reading of the text”
Are We Falling [1k] Sam x female!Reader, smut, post!TFATWS
Consort [2.3k] Namor x female!Reader, smut, post Wakanda Forever
Companion [3.3k] Namor x female!Reader, smut, part two of Consort
The Ashes In My Wake [1.2k] dark!Daredevil x female!Reader, non-con smut
These Hands Had To [1k] Alpha!Joaquin Torres x female!Omega!Reader, omegaverse, fluff to smut, post!TFATWS
hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [2k] dark!Wanda + Bucky x gn!Reader, non-con/dub-con smut DARK FIC
Late Night Quickie Natasha Romanoff x Joaquin Torres | Gamer AU, SMUT
SEDITION - A DARK AVENGING DEATH EATERS AU (MCU/HP crossover)
Lexicon Post (Prologue, premise, context, character list)
Part One: Unrest - Steve, Bucky, Thanos, Natasha
OTHER SEBASTIAN STAN & CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS
ONE-SHOTS
Unholy Errand [4k] Lloyd Hansen x female!Reader, God the Bounty Hunter x female!Reader, Ransom Drysdale
SMUT, dark, non-con, dub-con
I'm Your Man [3k] soft!dark Mafia!Andy Barber x f!reader
SMUT, tw: dubcon
DRABBLES
The Color Crimson [500] Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x Ari Levinson | SMUT
IMAGINES & HEADCANONS
Exactly Like You [1k] Nick Fowler x Female!Reader | soft dark, reference to smut happening, Stockholm syndrome
HARRY FREAKING POTTER
NEXT GEN
Can’t Be Forgotten [4.5k] Lily Luna Potter x Tom Riddle, soft dark
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Idle Hands
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: Stucky x female!Reader
Word Count: 900
Summary: Actions speak louder than words, and Bucky takes note of Steve’s actions as your relationship naturally grows.
Content Warnings: all floof and softness here
Additional Notes: THE BROOKLYN BOYS HOLIDAY SPECIAL (but theoretically could be read on its own). Just a little drabble-y something for my 2022 Holiday Extravaganza! I have a lot of feelings for this trio in my heart.
James Buchanan Barnes was a fittingly pretentious name for an overly enthusiastic nerd.
“Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield.”
The truth was, when they were little, Steve wasn’t that much smaller than everyone else. Steve picked up his hatred for bullies when Bucky hadn’t figured out that obviously being the smartest kid in the room and obliviously enjoying the process of acquiring more knowledge earned him a target as a nerd. Steve defended him, befriended him, and helped him mellow out. He never suggested that Bucky change who he was, just helped him navigate the early years of school social dynamics and learn how not to come off as an insufferable know it all in every situation. It was later, when Steve was left behind as the one who was too short and too scrawny that Bucky got to finally pay him back in the battle against bullies – not that Steve would let him, but that’s friendship, with each other ‘til the end of the line whichever way the train’s heading.
Still, Bucky’s always been too intelligent, too observant, too curious. It’s what made him stand out in the 107th, which was good in the field, but bad when it got him on Zola’s table the first time. For better and worse it put him on the top of the list of HYDRA’s assets during his purgatory as the Winter Soldier. He wasn’t perfect, but his margin of error was next to zero.
These days living his life in Brooklyn, he doesn’t catch everything every hour of every day, but he still loves learning, his mind is still ever observant, ever curious, and after enough years of coming to terms with who he is now again – James Buchanan Barnes and only sometimes the White Wolf – he enjoys that part of himself again.
He is an unapologetic Ravenclaw now that he’s read Harry Potter.
One morning over breakfast as he’s over at the counter pouring himself another cup of coffee, he looks over to see Steve holding your hand casually on the corner of the table. Steve is scrolling through his phone; you’re eating cereal and watching the morning news. It’s beautifully mundane, almost nothing noteworthy, except Bucky notices that as Steve holds your left hand, he’s absentmindedly running his thumb over your ring finger precisely where a ring would be. Bucky smiles to himself but doesn’t say anything.
A few days later he sees Steve doing it again when you’re all in a car on your way upstate. Steve’s driving, you’re in the passenger seat, and Bucky volunteered to sit in the back so he could read over the long haul, but he notices this even though neither you nor Steve seem to register it happening here either.
The next time Bucky sees it happen again, you’re on the phone, so you don’t hear the soft and single laugh that rumbles out of his chest, but Steve does, and gives him a quizzical look. Bucky shakes his head ever so slightly and mouths a later to Steve.
When Steve corners him later, Bucky tells him exactly what he saw. Steve opens and closes his mouth wordlessly a couple of times, and Bucky laughs. “You want to put a ring on that finger.”
“But there’s no rush,” Steve is quick to say.
“Of course not.”
Steve turns away, then turns back. “You do, too, right?”
Bucky gives him an emphatic nod, an easy smile on his face. He has no question over wanting to spend the rest of his life with the two of you.
When it happens idly a couple more times, Bucky catches Steve’s eye each time and looks pointedly down at your hands, and Steve will stop without trying to be too abrupt or draw your attention in any way. Bucky and Steve have known each other a lifetime, but they’ve never wanted to rush you.
A few months later, as you stand back from putting the last ornament on the tree, Steve takes your left hand and kisses the back of it sweetly as you comment on how the decorations look and Bucky and Steve respond. As he lowers your hands, he locks eyes with Bucky, then drops his eyes down to where his thumb is brushing over your ring finger, and back up to meet Bucky’s gaze. Bucky arches his brow, and Steve inclines his chin just a fraction, the corner of his mouth lifting in a confident statement of his intentions. Bucky beams back at him.
“What are you grinning at?” you ask when neither of them has answered the question you just asked.
“Nothing,” Bucky responds, “we just finished decorating our first Christmas tree with you, of course we’re grinning.”
You look suspiciously between them for half a second. “Okay. I’m ordering Indian for dinner since the question you both completely missed was what you’re in the mood for. But for the record, I know you two are scheming.”
“Us? Never, sweetheart,” Steve says in an exaggeratedly innocent voice, and you roll your eyes.
But Bucky and Steve are discreet and although you do catch them in some of their other plots and schemes over the following weeks, you don’t suspect this is brewing between them. There’s a reason they’ve been unstoppable since childhood, after all.
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I'm Your Man Collection
a short series featuring Andy Barber as a soft dark mafia boss who set his sights on you and never plans to let you go
While Andy Barber was well-known in Boston, there are whispers of a darker side, but few know the depths of his darker side. He's successful, he's charming, he's generous, and you're about to find out just how dangerous he can be.
Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings]
DUBIOUS CONSENT, extortion, explicit smut: oral (female and male receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal intercourse, spitting, dom/sub undertones, breeding kink, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, somnophilia, financial spoiling
COLLECTION:
I'm Your Man [3k]
Morning Radiance [750]
Prepare for Takeoff [1.5k]
ask: a moment on your honeymoon [350]
Make Her Glow [1k]
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