for your A Very Ruby Valentine's event: Dom!Steve + Valentine's Day date
Dom!Steve Rogers x submissive female reader
Watching Steve's muscles move was a fascinating, very absorbing show in any other circumstances.
Like when he worked out, or moved stuff, or as he weaved shibari rope around his forearm after a session.
So really, you shouldn't be surprised your gaze glued itself to his back and biceps when those muscles flexed as he kneaded the dough. There was enough strain for the veins in the crook of his elbow to pop out, but also gentleness that reminded you of the way he moved those skilled hands over your flesh.
"Darling." Steve's voice was a pleasant caress that added to your developing fantasy instead of snapping you out of it.
He chuckled when you didn't respond right away, too mesmerized.
He paused, saying your name this time. With a tinge of firmness that tugged on the invisible leash that formed between you two as your power exchange dynamic developed.
Your gaze lifted up to his face, mouth still a little parted.
"I wanted to make a Valentine dinner for us, but you were the one adamant on helping out." Steve pointed out. "But I sense you're deriving from the type of bonding activity cooking together was supposed to be into a different kind."
"I was just lost in thought." You shrug, but feel heat scorching your face with shame.
"You're going to chop those herbs for the dip, or should I secure you in the bedroom so you don't cut yourself while lost in thoughts?" He arched a single eyebrow.
With a huff, stopping yourself from sticking your tongue at him (because that would end in immediate Dom reaction), you returned to finely chopping the mountain of herbs and garlic.
Steve was a good cook, though he didn't always have enough time to expand on it in daily use. But for special occasions, or simply when he wanted to make you or himself feel special, he went all out on exquisite dishes.
His idea for the Valentine's Day was a dinner together at home - one prepared by him, so you didn't have to be on restaurant schedule, instead enjoying the comfort and quite of your apartment. Then dessert, also baked by Steve, while watching a rom-com of your choice.
Afterwards, a long, delicious session at the Ruby Garden.
Steve offered to stay home the whole night; after all, he didn't need the club to torment and please you into unconsciousness. But you liked the themed events and the additional excitement being at the club gave.
Steve's choice for romantic vibe was Italian cuisine. You melted at the mere mention of what he planned to prepare. Not only because you liked to eat delicious food, but because Italy was your little obsession. Food, movies, style. Never visited, but always calling out to you.
You didn't know yet that in the drawer of Steve's nightstand there was an envelope with a small lemon bow attached to it.
happy February, sweethearts!! February is one of my favorite months for two reasons—valentine's day and my birthday (on the 25th)! in order to celebrate both, i'm hosting a sleepover Feb. 13-15 with some ask games and a little writing challenge. i hope you'll join me for some fun!! ♡♡
general rules
all participants must be 18+ and logged into a tumblr account that follows my blog's rules (which means you must have your age, or some indication of your age, on your blog, and your blog cannot be blank). folks who use side blogs can send in on anon but please tag your side blog or include another indicator of who you are. i won't respond to fully anonymous asks.
you don't need to follow me to participate.
asks can be sent in anytime between now and Feb. 15, and fics can be posted between now and Feb. 25, but i'll be responding and reading/reblogging primarily during the sleepover weekend.
sweethearts sleepover ask games
💋 fuck, marry, kiss - send me an ask with 3 characters and i'll tell you who i'd choose for each.
❤️🔥 matchmaker - send me an ask with 3 characters and 3 kinks/dates/gifts (or something else) and i'll match them up. (example: steve rogers, bucky barnes, clark kent + a box of chocolates, a love letter, a teddy bear)
😈 monstrous love - send me a character from the list below and a type of monster and i'll tell you how i might write a fic about them or write a little drabble. can include a prompt of some sort as well! (a kink, scenario, etc.)
💘 conversation hearts - send me a character from the list below and a prompt from the conversation heart list and i'll write a drabble between 100-400 words. limit of 1 per person.
💌 love letters - send a compliment to your favorite writer OR send me an ask telling me about your favorite writer(s)/fic(s).
🔮 secret admirer - get to know me by sending in questions you came up with or from these ask games: fic writer asks / soft asks (doesn't need to be anonymous, i just needed a name for this game 😅)
sweethearts sleepover writing challenge
how to join: pick a character + conversation heart prompt from the lists below and write/post a fic before the end of day on Feb. 25.
only one fic entry per person.
there are no limits on how many people can use each character/prompt.
entries should be 200-2,500 words, and please use a read more after 300 words.
works can be fluff and/or smut, but please no angst/dark fics! use your best judgement with soft dark (def avoid noncon/dubcon) or feel free to reach out and ask me if you're unsure.
monsterfucking is ok, but no rpf, grooming, underage, watersports/scat, incest, necrophilia or bestiality.
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fics can be part of an existing series but must be able to stand on their own.
tag me and #sweetheartssleepover2026 in your entry so i can read and reblog your work! you can also use the challenge divider below if you want!
if you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or DM! let's have so much fun!!
Summary: It’s the 90s so you actually answer the phone when you’re watching movies
a/n: Happy Halloween yall!!!! Still working on other projects but really wanted to get something out for Halloween! This was for @witchywithwhiskey’s Horror Movie Hoe-a-thon! the prompts I picked were Scream and “I’m your boyfriend now” Hope you all enjoy!!!! Thanks for reading, I’d love your feedback! Reblogs and comments are love <3
1993. A sleepy suburban town, where nothing exciting ever happens. Friday night.
Your friends were all going out to Wanda’s party, but you were stuck housesitting for your aunt. Your mom had promised you would house sit weeks ago, so you couldn’t get off the hook. It was a big empty house, more rooms than your aunt could ever need. Most were filled up with storage and dust bunnies.
You tried to make the best of the boring night-in. You rented some Meg Ryan movies with plans to completely veg out. You ordered an extra large pizza with all of your favorite toppings and raided your aunts pantry for snacks.
You glanced down at your shirt and saw red. Pizza sauce! Blooming red circle right in the center of your cream sweater. You let out a huff of frustration. Some Friday night.
You changed into comfy nightwear--a baby blue cotton gown that brushed the very top of your knees, along with a pair of fluffy bunny slippers for good measure. You settled back down in front of the TV.
RING. RING. RING.
You picked up the phone, squeezing it between your ear and shoulder as you carried your snacks over to the kitchen.
“Hello,” you used your best fake customer service voice. Your aunt had asked you to take down any messages. She must have a new boyfriend she was hoping would call. You wait for a response but all you can hear is low breaths through the receiver. “Hello?” You try again
“Is this Sidney?” The voice was weirdly distorted and hard to place. It was deep, clearly a man’s voice.
“Sorry, wrong number dude.” You hung up before he could let another word out. You set the phone down by the cradle and go back to making your snacks. You got out the big popcorn bowl.
The phone rang out again. “Hello?” You answered. You really hadn’t expected to be fielding this many phone calls.
“Hey. Did I call you earlier?” It was the same strange voice. You blew some air through your lips, how annoying.
“Sidney’s not here. Have a good night--”
“Aw man. She must have given me a fake number. I don’t mean to bother you over and over tonight.” He sighed, sounding very apologetic.
“No worries. Have a good night.”
“Wait, wait. I like the sound of your voice.”
You paused. Was it totally weird to just chat with this guy? Yeah. But what harm could it be? You felt a bit of a flutter in your stomach. You never had talked to a stranger over the phone like this. It felt clandestine! You decided to go with it.
“Better than Sidney’s?” You asked, trying to make your voice sound as flirty as possible. You heard him hum approval.
“Much better than…let’s not talk about her. What are you doing tonight?” There was something very familiar about his voice. There was a crackle and static that made it so you couldn’t quite make it out. It must be a shitty connection.
“I was having a movie night. I’m making some snacks right now.” You started to curl the phone cord around your finger.
“What are you watching, Pumpkin? Something scary?”
“No way. I hate scary movies.”
“Especially not when you’re alone right?”
“Uh - um - I’m not alone. Actually.” You lied. How did he know you were alone? Was he just guessing?
“Scary movies are always scarier when you’re all alone, in a big empty house, that’s in the middle of nowhere,” he continued.
A shiver went down your spine. That was a bit too accurate. But there's no way he could possibly know where you were. It was a phone call!
“I just don’t like them. It's either some creepy slasher stabbing some big boobed blonde through her white t-shirt or a ghost that's a metaphor for trauma. No thank you,” you sighed.
“I think you’re being a little hard on them. Maybe if you watched them with a guy to cling to you’d like them more. Do you have a boyfriend?”
There it was. Obviously the alone comment was him trying to set the mood.
“Why do you want to know? Already over Sidney?” You teased him.
“Answer the question.” He was very serious. You didn’t like the tone he had.
“Yes, I do. Are you going to hang up?” You lied again, trying to call his bluff.
“You don’t have a boyfriend. What are you wearing? Something cute and virginal? What about your underwear?” You pulled the phone away from your ear in shock. You were officially too skeeved out. This wasn’t some poor guy who got slipped a fake number. He was a weirdo!
“Ok perv, I’m over this. Bye.”
“I wouldn’t hang up Y/N.” His voice was suddenly hostile. He spat each syllable out filled with hatred. Your blood ran cold. Your heart started to race. How would he possibly know your name?
“Is this a prank? Not very funny. Is this you Tony?” Your voice shook with fear.
“Who’s Tony? That your boyfriend?” He snarled.
“This is a really bad joke. Did someone put you up to this? Scott? Knock it off now!”
“Jesus you’ve got a lot of men in your life. Are you trying to make me jealous or something? I don’t like sharing.”
“I’m serious, this is a bad joke, so just give it up already.” You cried out, you looked around, making sure you were still totally alone.
“I don’t give up so easily. Do you, Pumpkin? Do you give it up to any guy who looks in your direction? I bet you do, you slut. That's why you're talking to a guy you don’t know while you’re all alone.”
“I’m hanging up, I already told you I’m not alone. My boyfriend is here! He’s big and he plays football. S-so don’t call back ok?” You tried to sound as forceful as possible but your lips wobbled and you tripped over your words.
“Pumpkin, you’re lying to me. You’re all alone in that big house in the middle of nowhere, wearing that skanky nightgown. I can see your nipples poking through this whole time. You’re so turned on by a psycho on the phone, huh?”
You let out a scream. You slammed the phone down, hanging it up. You started to spin a circle looking at all the windows, trying to see if you could see somebody watching you. You ran to the front door to make sure they were locked. You went window by window locking them and shutting the curtains. You took a chair from the kitchen and dragged it in front of the door, jamming it beneath the door knob.
RING RING RING RING
You looked around, trying to remember where all of the doors were in the house. You spun around running to the kitchen entrance. You double checked the lock and put the chain on the door. You slid down the door with your back pressing against it trying to catch your breath.
This wasn’t real. This had to be some fucked up prank. The guys were all too hyped up for Halloween and wanted to get a scare out of you. The ringing stopped and you heard the voicemail click, your aunt's outgoing message began to play.
“You screening your calls, skank? You’re gonna die, you little whore! I’m gonna see what your insides look like --” You picked up the phone just to end the message and slammed it back down. As you scampered away it fell down, swinging from the cord. You take off up the stairs, stumbling up the stairs.
You dash into the guest room you had been staying in. You quickly locked the door. Your hands were shaking still. How was this happening?
The window started to jiggle. You could hear the groaning old wood start to slide. With nothing better to arm yourself with you grabbed a pillow and started to wildly smack the intruder with all you could.
“Whoa whoa whoa, it’s me -- it’s me!” Bucky Barnes, your classmate, was gripping the window sill, flabbergasted from the pillow. You hadn’t even had time to register who it was before you attacked.
“Bucky? What the fuck are you doing here?” You demanded. This proved to you it had to be some kind of a prank. Why else would Bucky Barnes, the moody guy from your film class be climbing up to your room.
“Well, when you said you were busy tonight I thought I could just surprise you? Like a grand romantic gesture or something? Can you um, let me in? It's actually kind of cold.” He was shivering out there. He looked so earnest it tugged on your heart just a bit.
You motioned for him to come in. He heaved his body up, awkwardly crawling through the tight window then falling to the ground. He sprang back up quickly, smiling at you.
“Is this a prank? Are you in on this with the other guys or something?” You crossed your arms.
“Um, other guys? Are there other guys here? I thought I was being original.” He peered around you as if to look for them. You rolled your eyes.
“The phone calls Bucky. I’m not joking around.”
“What phone calls? I’ve been driving all night to get here from campus, then shimmying up some ivy. Haven’t exactly had any time to stop at a payphone. You know what. This was a bad idea, I can see that, I’ll just leave.” He sheepishly put his hands in his pockets as he crouched down to leave the way he came.
“No, no wait!” You grabbed him, keeping him from going outside. If it wasn’t Bucky then there was still a psycho out there! “I don’t know what's going on, but this weird guy kept calling me, and he was watching me! Like I think he was outside the house or something.”
“Calm down, calm down. I was just outside. There's nobody out there. It was probably just a prank call.”
He started to rub your back with slow soothing circles. It was intimate in a way you weren’t used to from Bucky. He was the quiet one, never really hung out unless Steve was around. His palm pressed into your lower back, holding you closer to him. His other hand cupped the back of your head, guiding you into the crook of his neck.
“You’re getting so worked up. Maybe you should just lie down.” He shushed you as you tried desperately to explain it wasn’t a prank call. He guided the two of you down to the bed. He laid down next to you.
“Bucky…why are you here?”
“I wanted to see you, I thought you knew…isn’t it obvious how I feel about you?”
Your head was spinning. Bucky liked you? He barely even talked to you! When he casually asked if you were going to Wanda’s party you assumed it was just small talk. He had grunted and left the second you told him you were busy.
“I think I should call the cops about this--”
“I’m here aren’t I? I’ll keep you safe.” His lips connected with yours silencing you from responding. His kiss was eager, but still so gentle. He slowly moved his lips against yours, basking in the taste of you. He took his time and slowly you could feel his tongue ghosts against your bottom lip, looking for entrance.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, the shock, or maybe Bucky was just an extremely good kisser, but you quickly fell under the spell of the kiss. You let yourself get lost kissing him, trying to forget the phone call prankster that had been terrorizing you.
Fear was still racking through your body, but Bucky felt safe. You tangled your hands in his hair bringing him closer. His hand slowly traced up and down your leg. Both his hands grasped your legs, essentially pinning you down. You felt a cool air waft over your thighs as his fingers gently crept beneath your nightgown.
He cupped you over your underwear, grabbing the elastic and letting it snap back against your skin. You finally broke free of the kiss to gasp. He sat back on his ankles, his hand still toying with your panties.
“Bucky, I--”
“Shhh it's ok. I’m here to save the day. No one's gonna hurt you while I’m around.” He pushed aside your panties and started to slowly circle your clit. You whined as he circles you again and again, the pleasure rushing through you and pushing every thought of terror out of your brain.
He pressed his thumb against your clit and dipped his fingers inside of you. He curled his fingers, dragging more moans out of you. As he fucked you with his fingers, you tilted your hips up for more delicious friction.
“That's it my brave girl, Bucky’s here for you,” he murmured above you. He spoke with such hard conviction. His eyes were intensely boring into yours, nearly unblinking. He was no longer softly in the throws of passion. He was a man on a mission.
He kept pumping his fingers, he brought his other hand up from your leg to palm himself through his jeans. He groaned as he adjusted himself and went back to work on you. His other hand circling around your inner thigh, moving your leg up to his shoulder.
“Bucky, please, please,” you babbled as the pleasure began to mount and mount. It was nearly unbearable as you chased your release, grinding your hips up and down on his hand, riding his fingers towards that sweet relief.
“Yes, you’re doing so well, you’re perfect.” He brought his lips to your neck and began to suck at your sensitive spot. You let out a cry of pleasure as your climax flowed over you. You clamped your legs together, biting down on your lip as another cry came out.
You took a moment to catch your breath, Bucky was still nibbling on your neck. You grabbed his face and brought his lips back to yours. He eagerly responded, his lips enveloping yours.
You grabbed the underwear that you were still wearing and rolled it down your body to fling them off. You sat up and grabbed at Bucky until you found his belt. You fumbled, trying to unbuckle it. Bucky's hands quickly found yours and he brought them together, kissing both your palms. He unbuckled the belt on his own. Removing it without ceremony or flourish. He then yanked his jeans and underwear down.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked.
“I want you so badly, Bucky,” you moaned.
He let out a strangled gasp that turned to laughter. You tilted your head at the reaction. He didn’t sound exactly happy, it was more sinister.
“I just have waited so long to hear you say that to me. I’m so happy right now,” he nearly giggled. He giddily took off his jacket, tossing it to the ground.
“Keep me distracted Bucky, ok?” You asked as you hitch your nightgown up to your waist.
“Oh yes, anything for you, Pumpkin.” He had a devilish smirk on his face as he pressed his lips to your navel, slowly kissing his way up. He grabbed your nightgown and finished taking it off. Tossed it to the side with the pile of his clothes.
He made his way up your abdomen before groping your chest with a satisfied hiss. He squeezed you roughly, making you squeak. He latched his lips onto your breast. You let out a gasp as he lightly bit down. He tended thoroughly to each breast, his wicked tongue teasing at your pebbled nipples until you were a moaning puddle.
He grasped his cock, stroking it a few times before guiding it to your folds. He brushed the head of his cock up and down your cunt, teasing it out. He pressed his forehead against yours.
“You really mean it, right? You want me?” he asked desperately.
“Yes --” Before another word could escape your lips, he entered you. His whole body shivered. He thrust the tip of his head in, easing in and out until he was fully sheathed inside of you. You moaned as the stretch burned in pleasure and pain.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he moaned, the pace he had set was blistering. You gripped his shoulders to keep yourself anchored as he hammered into you. “You’re so tight, so tight fuuuck me.”
He thrust over and over, using the heel of his hand to keep working at your clit. You scratched your hands down his back as his pumps kept hitting the perfect spot. It was torturous pleasure as he kept working up and down your clit, not giving you a moment of respite.
You came again, your body seizing up as you cried out and then falling limp, boneless back down to the bed. Bucky grabbed your hips, pulling your lower body off the bed as he raced for his own release. The slapping sounds of your bodies filled the room along with his deep, gutural breaths.
“Yes, yes, you’re mine, you’re mine, I finally have you, finally, finally…” he babbled as he slowed his pace as he fucked out his climax.
XXX
You curled next to Bucky in the big fluffy guest bed. Both of you were happily satisfied. All thoughts of strangers on the phone were gone from your head. Now it was filled with what just happened.
Hooking up with Bucky? You’d never considered it before. You weren’t sure why, he was so very cute, you thought as you gazed at his face. His eyes were dreamily staring back at you, that big smile had not left his face yet.
“So if you want to like, hang out, I have snacks and movies. We can go curl up on the couch and just completely let our brains rot.” You traced tiny circles on his chest, feeling pretty confident he’d want to stick around.
“I’d be down for a little romcom night, as long as you’re there.” He affectionately tapped your nose.
“Good because that's all I’ve got!”
The two of you got back into a semblance of your outfits, you pulled your nightgown back on, and Bucky pulled on his boxers and the white undershirt he was wearing. You snagged his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. He hummed his approval and kissed you on the cheek.
You grabbed him by the hand and pulled him along down the stairs.
“You can go grab the popcorn, I’ll put the tapes in.” You directed Bucky towards the kitchen as you made your way towards the living room.
You pass the chairs jammed in front of the doors, and you remember your panic.
You shuddered--what a mean prank to pull. What kind of psycho talks to people like that?
You slipped your arms into Bucky's jacket to wrap yourself in it. It smelled sharp and sweet from his body wash and cologne blending together. You stuck your hands in the pockets, only to feel something heavy and tube shaped. You pulled it out, curious, turning it over in your hands a few times to investigate.
It was a long cylindrical looking microphone. You assumed it was some sort of film equipment, but why would Bucky bring that along?
“Hello?” You spoke into the mic. But instead of your own voice, the same distorted, crackling voice from the phone came out.
You dropped it. It was like a hot iron in your hand.
You realized Bucky must have heard you too. Your head snapped towards the kitchen. He was walking slowly towards you, a huge chef’s knife from the kitchen was now in his hands.
“Bucky what the hell is this?” You asked, slowly backing away from him.
“I…can explain.” His grip on the knife tightened and he raised his hands in the air as if in surender, never slowing his pace towards you.
“No, I think you need to leave.” You covered your body with your arms, trying not to trip over the furniture.
“No, no, no you’re misunderstanding --” He was getting closer to you, he reached his arms out to try and grab you.
“Leave me alone!” You screamed out as you broke into a run. You made a mad dash to the front door. Bucky was close behind you.
“I’m not going to hurt you!” He cried out as you fumbled with all the locks. Your hands were shaking, you tried to remove the chain from the door but it wasn’t moving fast enough.
Bucky's arm wrapped around your waist and yanked your body into his. His hard bulge poked at your ass.
“No!!” you cried out as you started to thrash around. You quickly stilled as the sharp point of the knife began to dig into your throat.
“Let’s calm down ok. I think you’re getting too worked up again.”
“B-Bucky, just say that it’s a prank. This was all a big prank. I won’t tell anyone. Just put the knife down please.” You try desperately to reason with him. He lets out an unamused grunt.
He began to drag you away from the door. You strained your neck as far as you could to keep the pressure from the knife as minimal as possible.
“You weren’t supposed to find out. Now it’s all ruined. Fuck. Fuuuck!” He growled. Clearly enraged he started to grapple you down to the floor.
“Why are you doing this to me?” You whimpered, tears oozing from the corners of your eyes. Rolling down your cheeks in huge streaks.
“You don’t get it. You never noticed me. All I wanted was for you to notice me. I just had to grease the wheels a little bit, put on a show to make you see…that I’m the guy for you.” He looked crazed. He moved the knife from your neck to your cheek. He caressed it against your cheeks like a lover's hand.
“Bucky please…put down the knife.”
“You’re misunderstanding me, you’re trying to run away! That’s why I have the knife because you need to listen to me. You always listen to the guy with the biggest tool in the room huh? You thought I was Tony. Does he call you up at night a lot or something? Huh?!”
You were just whimpering as he ranted above you. The blunt side of the knife was pressed against your cheek, the shiny metal reflecting into your eyes.
“Well you don’t have to worry about him anymore.” The look in Bucky’s eyes was primal, like he was no longer a man. The charming smile from before was now warped and too large, his lips curling to show his teeth and gums.
“You’re scaring me. Please don’t hurt me!”
“Hurt you? I would never.” He said, not moving the knife from your face. “I’m your boyfriend now. And I’m not going to let anything happen to you again.”
He brought the knife down from your cheek slowly, the sharp tip dragging down your neck. He began to slice the top button off your nightgown.
“Now, you made such beautiful noises for me before. Let me hear you scream, Pumpkin.”
for you WIPSs game: would to know more about Too Good to Be True 👀
♡ @witchywithwhiskey
Excited for this one, Molly!
Too Good to Be True starts with our reader meeting up with Rebecca Barnes. Becca put out an ad looking for a roommate and it seems too good to be true since the rent is so cheap for such a nice place. The only catch is that Becca's brother occasionally hangs out there, as long as you don't mind that. And you don't.
At first.
Until you notice that things in your bedroom aren't where you left them. And some of your underwear goes missing when you do laundry. And the framed photo of you and your best guy friend ends up broken on the floor. Becca also doesn't seem too keen about you inviting this particular friend over. Or any guy for that matter.
And Bucky? Well, he just keeps finding reasons to come over. Even when Becca isn't there. You may even wake up to find him in your bedroom...
for your WIPs game, can i hear more about Werewolf Jake 👀
♡ @witchywithwhiskey
WIP ask game
Ummmmmm, YES *heavy breathing*
This pup is taking his new-ish (a few months) girlfriend to a Halloween party at Cougar’s Abuela’s house. It’s a full moon, and someone gets a little needy…
DbfBucky is a very emotional story with major hurt/comfort.
Reader's dad passes away hastily after a short time hospitalized and in his final days he makes Bucky promise to take care of reader. She is an only child and her mom passed when she was little. Reader and Bucky is around the same age, he's a few years older. After the funeral she realizes she can't live in the house and she goes to Bucky who doesn't hesitate to take her in.
It's a story that takes part over a long time and they very slowly develop feelings for each other and end up living like a married couple except they don't fuck, but almost everything else.
When reader realizes how she's feeling she visits her father's grave and talks about everything and says she hopes that he isn't mad that she loves Bucky. Then she confesses to Bucky how she feels.
for your wips, very curious about Elevator Pitch 👀
♡ @witchywithwhiskey
EEE molly ty for the asskkkkk
It was originally a CEO!Bucky x Employee!Reader fic that was basically PWP/Porn-no-plot with a stopped elevator and time to spare, but it's evolved into CEO!Alpha!Bucky x Employee!Omega!Reader where Reader goes into heat and Bucky goes into rut and then the elevator stops and things get ✨out of hand✨
Not finished yet but working on it! I would put an except but it's still in need of heavy editing 😅 hopwfully for kink/whumptober maybe?
for your weekend writing event, what about andy barber + free use?
-@witchywithwhiskey
Rabbit and wolf
Andy Barber x female reader
warnings: Dark Andy. Mafia Andy.
It will help so many people, you tell yourself as you stare at the printed contract in front of you.
Your clinic was deprived of all the funding. Your argument with that fucking bastard Brenner, which ended in you slapping him, resulted in hell for you. You know it’s because of him that the funding was withdrawn, that controls were raiding your little clinic, that a few employees left, that some of the private patients dropped.
If it continued, you’d have to completely shut it down, which not only would be your reputation’s downfall, but also a huge loss for the poorer community you took care of.
You had no means to fight Brenner, but you were smart enough to know hyenas like him were scared of bigger creatures. Lions. Or wolves.
So you went to the biggest one, with the sharpest teeth.
Andy Barber.
You didn’t fool yourself thinking he’d agree to provide any help just from the goodness of his heart. You doubt he had a heart at all. So you were ready to promise free urgent medical care for his men, or to even serve as a money laundering spot. As long as people got free healthcare.
He wasn’t interested in that. But when your heart was already sinking, Barber said there’s a different agreement you could come to.
As you read through the contract he drafted, heat and dread settled in heavy, molten lava in your veins.
He wanted you to carry his baby.
That in itself shocked you to the core, but the stipulations left you completely unbalanced. There was nothing to hang onto. He wanted to get you pregnant. He wanted it to be done naturally - not a detached process in a lab, but real sex.
There were paragraphs on that. Including the one stating you’d give him your body anytime, anywhere, anyhow he wanted. Free use.
You should be appalled! You should throw that in his face and storm out the door!
Later, you’d tell yourself it’s because you were scared of what he might do, if you disrespected him like that, as well your desperation to keep your clinic. You had to pretend sudden heat wasn’t pooling between your legs as you thought of Andy Barber in all his lethal glory, in that expensive pristine suit, strutting into your clinic and telling you to bend over your desk, so he could fuck you full of his cum.
Your fingers clenched on the edge of the desk as you stared at that paragraph. An image of him carrying you straight to his bedroom the moment you signed the contract; ordering you to strip for him and spread on the huge bed.
Or maybe he’d tell you to do it here, while his men were outside guarding the door. They’d hear your moan when Andy forced you to stretch on his cock and take your first load.
“Are you hesitating, or are you imagining?” Andy’s amused voice reeled you back from the spiral of dirty thoughts.
When you looked up at him, his smirk broadened into a wolfish grin.
“Yes, little rabbit. Anytime. Anywhere. Always bare.”
He wanted you focused on that. On how completely he’d own you.
Forever, since you didn’t notice the composition of the contract never stating how long this deal is for, or for how many pregnancies.
