Podfic of Chiyume's story We Could Be Heroes (Me and You), read by cricketsong1985. Featuring cover art by the talented alby_mangroves

Chapters: 1/15

Fandom: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Non-Serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes | Shrinkyclinks, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Escort Steve Rogers, Recovered Memories, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Drug Withdrawal, Suicidal Thoughts, Sex Worker Steve Rogers, Sexual arrangements, Mutual Pining, Coffee addict Bucky, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Metal Arm Kink, Panic Attacks, Bucky doesn't deal well with showers, Blow Jobs, Edgeplay, Anal Fingering, Frottage, Ticklish Bucky, Gentle Bath Time, Sharon Carter Is a Good Bro (Marvel), Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic, Podfic Length: 30-45 Minutes, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming, Cover Art, Audio Book

Summary:

When the Asset drags himself out of the Potomac River after the battle of the Triskelion, something has changed. There is a presence inside his head that wasn't there before; one that speaks directly to his most primal instincts, and it speaks only of one thing:

To run. Run now, run fast, and to never, ever stop.

And so, the Asset does.

A story of recovery, of facing one's inner demons, and learning to accept the harsh truths of life. Of love, and the many different shapes it can take. The value of choice and free will, and how someone who doesn't believe themselves worthy of being saved can end up being someone else's hero.

I have also made the decision to re-title the book, as it has long since evolved past the original title. 'A Night At The Inn' will now be known as 'Deliverance.'

podfic of steebadore’s hilarious Stucky fic ‘Controlled Release’ is now complete (approx 2h10min), and I am super stoked that quietnight was kind enough to make some excellent cover art to go with it as well. Listen HERE on A03

Summary: Bucky's just having a little trouble...finishing. Completing the mission. He can squeeze the trigger but he can't make the shot is what he's saying Which is why he's here, loitering outside a nice brownstone in Park Slope, trying to find the courage to knock on Captain Come Control dot com's door for his three o'clock appointment. You know, just normal Thursday things.

I’ve finished a new podfic! wooot! 

Written by notlucy and illustrated by thefilthiestpiglet, Doctor Feelgood was just too sweet and funny to pass up. It takes a little awkward masturbation and pairs it with some light medical role play and a lot of Steve blushing down to his nipples. It’s endearing, and left me with the dumbest grin on my face, so I knew I had to record it. It runs about 1hr15min.

Listen to Doctor Feelgood [podfic] HERE

Summary: Things are practically perfect, as far as Steve’s concerned. He and Bucky are happy. Healthy. Working through their shit and living a normal life in Brooklyn. Said normality extends to their nice, regular, fulfilling sex life. Which isn't to say it’s perfect - maybe Steve has a fantasy or two he hasn’t shared. Certain proclivities he’s happy to indulge privately. Why bother Bucky?It’s fine. Really.

Until the day Bucky comes home early and catches Steve with his pants down. Literally.

steebadore’s fantastic Stucky fic ‘Controlled Release’ is now a podfic! I’ve recorded chapter 1 of 3, and the rest will be following very soon. 

Summary:  Bucky's just having a little trouble...finishing. Completing the mission. He can squeeze the trigger but he can't make the shot is what he's saying. Which is why he's here, loitering outside a nice brownstone in Park Slope, trying to find the courage to knock on Captain Come Control dot com's door for his three o'clock appointment. You know, just normal Thursday things.

Updated! Part Thirty-Five is up! Things are getting tense. Here’s a little excerpt to sink your teeth into:

Everything was going to change tomorrow, for better or worse.

It would never be the same.

Adrian was ready to fight. The sense that they had been moving closer and closer to something monumental had grown steadily for weeks, and now it was nearly at its apex. He felt an electric energy running through him, prickling from the inside out. He was veritably shivering with it. The hairs on the back of his arms and neck wanted to stand on end. He felt like he couldn’t fit into his own skin.

Tomorrow.

Only a few hours from now, it would be upon them. Nothing was certain, and he still felt entirely helpless in the face of the deeper evil that they would face. He had no real plan for that. He was rudderless, yet he could not ever remember feeling so ready for a fight in all his life.

The times he’d faced off with his father as a youth, he’d been totally outmatched. The gap had closed a little over the years, but never enough. He’d never come close to winning. The last time they’d fought Dracula had subdued Adrian with little difficulty, slashing him down to the bone. Past the bone, actually. His heart had been quite literally visible to him, shuddering and naked in his breast, his ribs snapped like so many twigs, layers of muscle and fascia slashed apart. Even his guts were exposed, blood pouring from him in a river of red. His own father had done it to him.

That blow had solidified everything. Adrian had known all was truly lost when he’d felt his father’s claws stroking his bare heart, as if considering whether or not to kill him. That wasn’t the act of a sane person.

His hand went to his chest, where the massive scar marred his flesh all the way down to his hip. It had never fully healed, even when he’d begun to drink real blood again. He didn’t know that it would ever heal. Maybe he didn’t want it to. He could never let himself forget.

It had been unfathomably painful, but he was left alive. Why?

Dracula knew Adrian would never let his genocide go uncontested. He was no fool. He was forcing Adrian to confront him. To stop him.

He was ready.

Continue Reading ‘Deliverance’ Part Thirty-Five

Freshly updated! Chapter thirty-four is ready to read. Here’s a little excerpt:

His senses were muddled – certain things seemed much stronger than they normally did, where others were barely registering. He was distinctly aware of Trevor and Sypha close to him, but he hardly noticed the sensation of snow crunching under his boots. He trailed unsteadily after Sypha, letting Trevor catch his elbow when he stumbled.

“Easy there,” the hunter said, falling into step beside him. “You’re pretty drunk,” he laughed, looping his arm around Adrian’s back. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m not going to fall,” Adrian snapped snobbishly, sticking his nose in the air. He couldn’t imagine being so uncoordinated as to be unable to maintain his own footing. He was already embarrassed enough about failing to moderate his strength. He didn’t want to give Trevor more to tease him over.

“I know. I just like holding you,” Trevor answered him with a sidelong smile, halting any further reluctance and instead leaving him pliant and obliging. He liked being held.

He reached for Sypha’s hand before she could get too far ahead, bringing her against his body and pulling Trevor to him as well. He hugged them both, overcome by the desire to feel them close. It was natural to begin to kiss them, taking Sypha’s lips with his own, then Trevor’s, finding he had to work to mind his fangs in his inebriated state.

When he broke away from Trevor’s mouth Sypha stood on her toes so she could pull her fingers through his hair. “It’s cold out here,” she pointed out, and he withdrew so they could cover the rest of the distance through the snow to the darkened shape of [the] old barn.

Keep Reading ‘Deliverance’ Chapter Thirty-Four