Shannon. She/Her. 39. Follows from silkandribbons. Perpetually tired, overly sarcastic mom-of-twins and a golden retriever. 18+ ONLY. Mostly Star Wars and Marvel here. I write things, too. Header by the phenomenally talented milkyerinys.
*Note 2/9/22: Iโm not officially on hiatus, but weโre in the middle of chemo for our youngest pup, and understandably, my muse is pretty much gone. Iโm still trying to get Fall to Pieces part 4 finished soon, but itโs hard to write about romance when my baby is fighting cancer. โน๏ธ Thank you to all of you who have dropped notes and good thoughts for her; sheโs the sweetest girl. Fuck cancer, seriously.
Welcome to my ramblings!
Below youโll find reader inserts for Star Wars (Poe Dameron, Kylo Ren), Marvel (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Stucky with background platonic reader).
As always, thanks for reading. I am always floored when someone takes the time to read my work, let alone like or reblog it. It truly means the world to me.
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This Is Certainly Not Recon (Bucky Barnes), also on AO3 4/29/22
Fall to Pieces (Poe x reader, modern AU) 12/14/21
๐: Personal favorite ๐ฅต: S m u t ๐ญ: A n g s t
*Note: Any reader fic I write is โY/Nโ free.
Character dividers by @firefly-graphics, fandom dividers by myself
Series
Fall to Pieces (Poe x reader, modern AU)- After claiming nothing more than platonic friendship for a lifetime, can you and Poe admit the truth to each other before it's too late? ๐ญ In Progress, UPDATED 12/14/21
Oneshots
Trust Me (Poe x reader)- Poe is, well, Poe, and you are upset.
Of Mice and Millicent (Poe x reader)- Or, Poe Dameron And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Catnapping of Millicent Hux.
The Anatomy of a Pussy Joke, by Poe Dameron (Poe x fem reader)- Of Mice and Millicent Part 2.ย Warnings: smut ๐ฅต
Worth It (Poe x fem reader)- Poe understands his parents better now. Warnings: Dad!Poe, pregnancy. ๐
Those Pantsโข๏ธย Part 1ย (Poe x fem reader)- Poe is wearingย Those Pantsโข๏ธ again. Thirst ensues. ๐
Those Pantsโข๏ธ Part 2ย (Poe x fem reader)- the not-safe-for-work continuation ofย Those Pantsโข๏ธ Part 1. Warnings: smut ๐ฅต
Little Things (Poe x fem reader)- The birth of Poeโs second child is much, much different than the birth of his first. Warnings; Dad!Poe, pregnancy, traumatic childbirth/preterm labor. ๐๐ญ
Problem Patient (Poe x reader)-ย You are ill. Poe takes care of you since you are the worst patient of all time canโt
By a Nose- Submission for Writer Wednesday 5/12 (Poe x reader, Modern AU)- If youโre going to talk the talk, you better be able to walk the walk. Or, proof Poe Dameron is a terrible loser.
Consequence (Kylo Ren x fem reader)- When you steal the Supreme Leader's sweater, there are... repercussions. Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics. ๐ฅต
Untitled Bucky comfort fic (Bucky Barnes x gender neutral reader, could be romantic or platonic)-ย When life gives you lemons, throw them the fuck back and go cry on Buckyโs shoulder. Warnings: Depression/Anxiety. ๐ญ
I've Got A Feeling- Submission for Writer Wednesday 5/5 (Bucky Barnes x fem reader)- Itโs always got to be one of the Big Three. Good thing youโre smart enough to follow orders and stay out of the fight. ...or not. (Marvel/Star Wars crossover) Warnings: smut, passing mentions of background character death. ๐๐ฅต
This Is Certainly Not Recon (Bucky Barnes), part of Clueless Super Soldiers, Coffee Shops, and Chaos, also on AO3 4/29/22- Bucky may be a master assassin, but nothing gets past Gabe the Barista. Warnings: none.
Shut up and Drive- Submission for Synthโs 5K Follow Celebration (Steve Rogers x Fem reader)- Life is a highway, and youโd like to drive Steve all night long. Warnings: slightly NSFW (like barely)
A Super Soldier Walks Into A Starbucks (Steve Rogers)- Steve just wants his venti quad-shot iced brown sugar oatmilk shaken espresso, and also doesn't understand how disguises work. Warnings: None Also on AO3!
Two Hearts Make a Whole- Submission for Writer Wednesday 6/2 (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, background platonic reader)- NYC Pride is for celebration, and occasionally, long-overdue revelations. Warnings: None
Wash-Worn- Submission for Writer Wednesday 5/19 (Sam Wilson x reader)- How do you let go of the person who means the most? SFW. Warnings: Grief, loss, angst. ๐๐ญ
Man. I had every intention of writing today but now Iโm sitting on the couch watching my almost two year old sleep, completely dreading the day he will have to go to school.
School should be a safe space for children. Parents shouldnโt have to send their kids to fucking elementary school with bullet proof backpacks and worry if theyโre going to make it home.
The US has made it abundantly clear theyโre more interested in protecting gun rights than protecting the lives of innocent children.
This country will force you to have a child and then do nothing to make sure they make it through kindergarten without being shot.
They will ban books, TikTok, reproductive rights, fucking drag shows under the guise of โprotecting the childrenโ when in reality, over 1300 children under the age of 18 have been killed/injured by guns in 2023 and all they do is send thoughts and prayers. ITS FUCKING MARCH.
โThe United States has demonstrated a functional comfort with the murder of children, and i have no clue what to do with that.โ
Please consider donating or joining groups that are fighting to end gun violence:
changing elves from being assholes with a superiority complex and recharacterising them as just sort of weird guys that have an entirely different set of social behaviours to harken back to the days when people thought autistic people were a kind of fae for having odd behaviours. the entire reason why they dont particularly enjoy gatherings of men or dwarves or whatever is because they tend to be loud and the average elven social gathering is just a bunch of them sitting in a room in silence ignoring each other
like theyre still kind of mean but its more of them being blunt and lacking empathy rather than being condescending or purposefully malicious
my elven ass after spending 45 minutes in the pub with my dwarf friends:
I GROW WEARY OF MIMICKING YOUR OBNOXIOUS MANNERISMS TO ACCOMMODATE FOR THIS ENVIRONMENT. I WISH TO RETURN TO MY CHAMBERS TO REST AND SO I MAY PLAY SPLATOON 3 ON THE NINTENDO SWITCH. WE SHALL GATHER AGAIN NEXT HALF MOON AND I SHALL TELL YOU OF MY VICTORIES.
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okay piggybacking off of the anon that mentioned wrestlers taking ballet, i also remember hearing that football players take ballet as well which brings me to my next point, stay w me y'all fr-
professional ballerina!reader that works at a studio across from a college, the coaches for the college football team make a few of their players go for one session w reader, so they can at least try it out (iโm thinking maybe ari, steve, and maybe curtis or andy)
originally, they were all annoyed with their coach and angry that they were spending their saturday afternoon in a tiny ballet studio. but then you walk in and suddenlyโฆballet doesn't sound too bad. and with the passing time, it becomes more and more clear how ridiculously oblivious you are.
getting u to demonstrate vulnerable positions, constantly saying little comments that make you a flustered mess, and somehow even managing to get their hands on you when it should be the other way around since you are the instructor
youโre the sweetest, prettiest, dumbest little thing theyโve ever come across and boy do they plan to have fun with you๐ซถ
AHHH LET ME KITH YOUR SEXY BRAIN ๐๐ซถ This is so delicious. A full meal and leftovers for tomorrow. Iโm never going hungry again:
theyโre all hotheaded and grumpy, making up excuses to skip this โmandatory programโ bc why tf would they want to do ballet? Theyโre football players, big beefy rugged and rough, they could crush a fucking watermelon with their thighs and the coaches want them to dance in tights? (Their thoughts exactly).
Oh but then they see you: glowing so pretty and sweet, struggling to carry in a big container, they all jump at the chance to help you !! Nearly knocking into each other to make a good first impression. And whatโs in the container? Loads of snacks and water for your new students, of course !! Theyโre big guys so you wanted them to stay hydrated and full of energy. You even asked their coaches about allergies or favourite treats ๐ซถ
Youโre so oblivious to their lewd stares and the growing bulges in their pants as you bend over, demonstrating some easy stretches to get warmed up.
โYouโre really flexible, sweetheart.โ
You glance up in the mirror, growing hot under his gaze but not realizing how close the football stars were now. โI have to be! Itโs my job.โ
โDo you doโฆ private lessons?โ One of them asks, his blond hair a stark contrast amongst the brunets. โI have a hard time learning new things.โ
Scoffs sound throughout the room (all unnoticed by you), Steve was a genius, he could be an honours student if he didnโt want to only focus on football (and thus, his football scholarship).
โUhm, not usuallyโฆ but I definitely have some time available to start! Is it only you who needs extra help?โ Several other hands raise. โOh myโฆ do all of you need more help too?โ
(I would love to add you to my anon list ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ feel free to choose words/emojis/both that arenโt on this list)
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader
Summary: Your new favorite customer may have a job for you.
Word Count: Almost 1.1k
Warnings: Slight angst, swearing, reader is broke (is that a warning?), Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: Partially inspired by the recent Chris Evans photos, this could become a thing! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are welcome!
The bell above the diner door rang as your recent customer left, the sound playing on a loop in your head as you stared at the counter. The jerk left you a single quarter for a tip. All that after you waited on him hand and foot and treated him kindly as he demanded refills and a new burger. After he ate almost the entire thing.ย
You weren't going to cry at work.ย
You refused.
But tears welled up as you pocketed the measly coin, unable to stop them. Tips had been lousy all day and your shift was almost over. Between that and getting another job rejection when you checked your phone on your break, you wanted to curl up in bed and have a good cry.ย
"Could I get a refill, please?"
You blinked rapidly when you heard the deep voice from your new favorite customer, Andy, at the other end of the counter. You mentally chastised yourself for staring off and grabbed the coffee pot as he held up his mug. You hadn't spoken to him much, but he introduced himself when he stopped in a few weeks before.ย
He was the brightest spot in your mundane day.
The man also tipped you generously each time.
"Sorry about that," you smiled, topping him off.ย
You didn't look at his face until after you finished pouring out of fear of spilling the hot liquid.
Andy was not only polite, but devastatingly handsome. You only saw him smile, which was a perfect smile, when you looked his way. His dark hair and beard were neatly trimmed and today he wore a gray blue sweater that matched his eyes. Last week, it was a sharp, expensive suit. You had a feeling he had a well-defined body under his clothes.ย
Not that you thought about it.ย
Or the fact that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring.ย
He couldn't be single though, could he?
"It's okay, honey. Rough night?"
A few of the regulars called you all sorts of names, but you liked hearing them from him. "That obvious?"
"After dealing with that asshole, anyone would be in a bad mood," he said, blowing gently on his coffee before taking a sip. Your eyes unconsciously followed as he licked his lips. "Pardon my language."
"I don't mind," you smiled, grabbing a towel to wipe down the counter. He didn't need to catch you staring.
"Want me to take care of him?"
You saw him stare at you out of the corner of your eye. Hearing that almost made you tear up again. If you had your way, you would've dumped a drink on the jerk's head, flipped him off, and thrown your apron in the air as you walked out the door. If only it were that easy.ย
For a second there, you really thought he wanted to hurt the guy.ย
"No, it's okay," you said, watching his shoulders slump. Was he relaxing or disappointed? "He's a jerk, but customers like you make for it."
"I appreciate that, but you shouldn't have to put up with people like him," he said.
"I kind of have to until I find another job," you said before you could stop yourself.
The soft touch of his hand over yours stopped you when you finished cleaning the counter.ย
"Not having any luck?" he asked.
"No," you answered, afraid your voice would break if you said anything further.ย
You felt far from lucky.ย
You had a nice job before they had to make cutbacks. Between student loans and other bills, your savings depleted in a matter of months. The apartment you lived in was tiny, but it was yours and you did the best you could to make it homey. Lately, you could barely afford your rent working at the diner.ย
You had to stick with it until your luck changed.ย
"You want to quit your job?" he asked.ย
"I do," you replied. More than anything.ย
"And you don't have a boyfriend."
You tried to step back, but he still has his hand over yours. He phrased it like a statement instead of a question. How did he know you were single? Or was he guessing?
"No, I don't."
Something in your gut told you not to lie to him.ย
Andy nodded, releasing your hand as he stood up from his stool and took his wallet out of his back pocket. You almost forgot how tall he was until he rose to his full height, well over six feet. "I mean it, honey. You shouldn't have to put up with working here."
"We do what we have to," you said, wondering why he was so invested in what you had to do for a living. "And unless you have a job offer for me, I can't exactly quit right now," you added with a quick giggle.
Andy didn't laugh.
"Wait. Are you offering me a job?" you asked in disbelief.
He hummed as he set a card and bill on the counter. "I just might have something."
You raised an eyebrow and waited for him to say he was kidding. "You do?"
Andy was a nice customer, but virtually a stranger. Why would he want to help you? What did he even do?
He hummed again and put his wallet away. "I do. Keep the change and give me a call so we can discuss the details," he said.
You almost burst into tears when you realized he gave you a $100 bill.ย
"Andy, I can't accept that," you argued, as much as you needed it.ย
"Sure you can. Consider it compensation for that earlier asshole."
"Thank you," you whispered. You weren't sure how much money that was to him, but it made a world of difference to you.ย
"Don't mention it," he said, placing his hand over yours again before he turned to leave.
You already missed his touch.ย
"Hold on. You haven't even told me what the job is," you called after him as he headed to the door.ย
He stopped and looked over his shoulder, a small smile on his gorgeous face. "Get some rest and call me. Have a good night, honey."
The bell rang as he left, giving you a chance to look at the card he gave you.ย
"Andy Barber," you whispered, taking in the simple, professional design with the blue font.ย
You'd call him in the morning.ย
Because whatever the job was, it couldn't be any worse than where you were now.ย
What do we think, lovelies? Love and thanks! โค๏ธ
Relationship: pediatrician!Chris Beck x librarian!Reader (comet and sunshine, NLLYL AU)
Words: ~700
Summary: Your man is the neediest.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, soft sex) fluff, established relationship, developing feelings, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!!
A/N: A super short one but itโs so cute! Just love my soft babies ๐ฅน
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โSunshineโฆโ Chris let out a deep breath and groaned, burying his face in your neck and gently pressing his lips to your skin when you clenched around him as he shifted his weight over you. โHow long is this book?โ
โItโs short, Iโve only got fifty pages left.โ You grinned to yourself when he grumbled affectionately as his hands skimmed over your sides, tilting your head to the side so he could suck on that spot under your ear as you turned another page. โYouโre the one who couldnโt wait to get started, it hasnโt even been an hour.โ
He huffed again as he kept pressing kisses along the curve of your shoulder, his knees squeezing your thighs while he did his best to hold back from rolling his hips into you.
It wasnโt his fault. All he wanted was to be inside you all the time, to feel the tight heat of you stretched around him like you were fucking made for him. Even when your attention was otherwise occupied, he just needed you underneath him to make him feel warm and complete, like he was home.
God, he hoped you felt the same way. He was pretty sure you did, otherwise why would you let him constantly get wrapped up in you? Always giving him a soft smile and spreading your legs when he would just give you a pathetic look, rolling onto your stomach if you were reading or watching tv, or letting him pull you into his lap if it was a rare night you had to do some work from home. You were so willing to indulge him no matter how pathetic and whiny he was, and if he ever got up the nerve to actually consider his feelings, heโd probably be able to admit he was hopelessly in love with you.
โYou justโฆ you feel so fucking good.โ He sucked on your ear and managed to wind his arms around your waist, the two of you sinking even further into the bed as you let out a soft sigh. โI missed you so goddamn much today. Iโm gonna quit my job.โ
โNo youโre not.โ You flipped another page but almost dropped your book when he gave the smallest grind of his hips, one of your knees bending so you could curl your leg around his as he purred in your ear. โYou love your kids, comet. More than you love having a wet dick.โ
โMaybe.โ Chris rested his head on your shoulder and nuzzled at your cheek while he tried to get all of your attention, hissing when you rolled your hips and made your pussy flex around him in that way that made his cock twitch. โThatโs not fair, sunshine. You keep doing that and Iโm never gonna leave your apartment.โ
โDo what?โ You clenched around him again and giggled when he gave you a warning growl, like your teddy bear could ever actually punish you. โIโm just reading.โ
โYeah, if you want to keep reading then stop being a tease.โ He whimpered when your whole body rolled underneath him, his arms tightening around you as he made some truly pathetic noises. โBabyyyyyโฆโ
โOh, youโre so sad!โ You marked your page and set your book aside when he whined again, turning your head so you could brush your lips over his while you arched your back even more. โTell me what you need, sad boy.โ
Chris pulled out just enough so he could flip you onto your back and then he was plunging into you again, resting his forehead against yours and letting out a pleased hum when you gasped for him. A moment or two passed where he just gazed at you, his eyes drinking you in before he finally pressed his lips to yours and let his body melt into you. The sounds you made when he started to trail kisses all over your face and neck and chest only made him feel even softer, warm rumbles vibrating his chest against yours while you lightly trailed your fingers over his spine as he took what he needed from you.
โNeed you.โ He purred when he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked gently, not even needing to move his hips when the way he was worshiping you made you clench and flutter around him with no effort. Damn, you were so fucking perfect. โJust you, always.โ
would love if there was more overtly-Irish vibed Steve in fics ๐ฅฐ
Steve telling jokes with w/ such a dry wit & Dave Allen-esque glint in his eye that they just go over peopleโs heads and they come away thinking he is very serious and well-behaved and never jokes, god forbid
Steve having an orange, white & green โCaptain Irelandโ version of the Suit he wears for St Patrickโs Day
Bucky being unable to wear a kilt for formal occasions (like his Pa occasionally used to) because he simply cannot make it out of the house once Steve sees it
Steve muttering in Irish under his breath (making up sayings he says they have in the old country but heโs really just saying someoneโs an idiot)
Bucky figured out pre-serum Steve wanted to join in when people played Irish folk music but couldnโt do an instrument because of his bad hearing so he got him a bodhrรกn instead and Steve can still play (also why heโs so comfortable holding a disc-shaped object)
I had a question like a question which I would like you to answer . ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ
So What will make this guy jealous?! Not angry but jealous like type of jealous where he is fucking possessive and feral and then he reminds you you are his. Only his.
Uh oh. I did something. I'm drunk so hopefully it's ok.
Bearded Brothers
Your colleagues. They equally consume him with murderous rage the way they fawn over you, and a desperate desire to make sure they know who you belong to.
You feel his eyes on you, but that's not unusual. You're often the object of his attention and desire when you're in a room together. But there's something else you sense as well. Something you're more akin to noticing since it's happening more and more. Ever since Andy left, Ari's become far more possessive. You're his and only his. He'll share you with only one other man - no other - and since he's left, you're his to protect. His to possess.
His.
Your hand brushes over the back of your neck, a tell-tale sign of the insecurity you feel as your male colleagues pull you into a conversation you're not entirely comfortable with. You're no prude. There's nothing wrong with playful banter or light firting that means nothing. You have a filthy mind, and are fully aware others do as well. But you've kept it hidden, the way a few of your coworkers have made the slight passes at you. The off handed comments. The leers in your direction. You're not entirely uncomfortable but you'd rather be next to Ari, safe in his embrace. Or Andy.
You push the thought of Andy to the back of your mind, where he lingers, content to softly speak your name throughout the day, catching you off guard.
He's had enough. He knows you're uncomfortable. Knows you like to play strong and proud, but deep inside you want to be surrounded by his arms. His scent.
His hands wrap around your waist, arms clasping when they reach your center. Ari kisses the nape of your neck and you shiver, embaressment warming your face when you look up to watch your colleagues faces scower at his intrusion.
"Gentleman, you don't mind if I steal my girl away for a bit, do you? I just need a moment." One of them makes to speak and Ari takes your hand, "Thanks, boys."
You follow behind Ari, casually smiling at the people around you at the mixer when he pulls you into a dark corner, his finger on your lips as he presses you to the wall.
"Naughty girl, getting me all worked up like that."
You laugh, grabbing at his denim shirt. "You get yourself worked up. You don't like me talking to other people."
"No. Other people are fine. Two-pump chumps that want to get off on this beautiful body of yours - yes."
His mouth hits your neck before you can respond and you lean into his touch - your body craving his - desperate for his touch. His hands are all over you, bunching up your skirt so it sits on your hips.
"Ari," you gasp, feeling the cool air hit your skin. "Not here. Someone could see."
"That's the point, sweetheart," he breathes on your skin. "Show them you're mine. All mine, right baby?"
"And mine."
Your head jerks up, Ari's as well, turning to the side.
Andy moves closer, loosening his tie just a bit. His eyes shift to Ari and he sees the suspicion in his eyes.
Is he really here?
Is he back?
Is he home?
Ignoring him, Ari leans back down, sucking a bruise into your neck as Andy closes the distance. You want him. You need him. You need them both - your men.
His lips meet yours - gentle at first. Re-aquinting himself with you. Your touch. Your taste. His hunger grows, tongue slipping between your lips as his palm holds the back of your head to him. To say he's missed you is pathetic and lacks truth. He's thought of you every moment of the day. But he knows, taking you here - with Ari certain to be angry at the intrusion - untrust heavily weighing him down - would be a mistake. If you want him, he'll return to you properly. Slowly.
But for now - this will do.
His cock grows in his pants, seeking you out as you fondle him. You need him as much as he needs you but fuck if Ari's mouth working over your neck isn't distracting you.
Ari pushes his body into you, shoving Andy away as he unzips his jeans and pulls himself free. Reaching down, he lifts you and you wrap your legs around his hips as he positions his cock at your entrance. He ignore Andy, waiting in the wings as he rubs the front of his trousers. One hand holds you up as the other grips your chin - keeping you focused on him.
"Mine."
His words are less for you and the coworkers that wait outside in the cavernous room, and more for Andy. He's pissed and not at all willing to give in so easily. To let you give in so easily.
Ari takes you, his cock pushing through your walls until his fully inside you, kissing your cervix. You moan loudly, but his lips capture the sound as he kisses you. He fucks you quickly and quietly, sounds of pleasure barely audible save the grunts that match your groans.
You want to watch Andy. Watch as he plays with his beautiful cock underneath his trousers. Certain the bright red head is gloriously thick and weeping. But Ari is taking you apart, demanding all of your attention as he fucks into you. And it's delicious. It's fucking fantastic when he takes you in public places. You revel in the idea those asshole pricks will see your neck littered with his love. The scent of sex heavy on your body as you re-join the conversation.
Ari's fingers dance over your clit, making sure you reach your peak right along with him. He knows your body. Owns your pleasure. And he wants those useless boys to not only smell him - but smell you and your demise in his arms as your pussy flutters around him.
When you cum, your arms are wrapped tight around his neck, like the world is ending. Your eyes are slits, meeting Andy's as he cums in his pants along with you. Ari floods you soon after, filling your walls with his seed until he's completely spent.
His grip on you loosens, Ari lowering your feet to the ground. You can feel his release leaking down your inner thighs and deceny dictates you should clean yourself up, but you always loved the feeling of their seed slipping from your core. Your eyes move to Andy's and he gives you a sheepish and apologetic grin. But now's not the time for remorse.
"Honey -" Andy starts but Ari cuts him off.
"Let's get you back out there before they start talking, sweetheart."
You reach for Andy, desperate for his kiss, but Ari pushes you along, making sure your clothes are straight and you reek of him and only him. His wary of Andy and anger surges inside him at his brothers sudden presence.
"Those boys shoudn't be bothering you for the rest of the night, sweetheart."
"Ari, please. Andy's here. I want to see him."
"Yep. He is. Are you hungry? I can grab you something."
