#jane/bucky | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lunarbuck · 11 months

Text

Dumb Bunny (dark!winter soldier xf!reader)

a dark little red riding hood retelling

pairing: dark!winter soldier x f! reader (any race)

wc: 3.3k

summary: The Wolf sees you walking through the forest on your way to your grandmother's house, and he just can't help himself.

warnings: dark fic, knives, oral (f receiving), smut (p in v), pet names [bunny], degradation, primal play, predator/prey, fear, crying

a/n: this is my entry for @boxofbonesfic's fairytale writing challenge :) I hope you guys enjoy!

beta'd by the amazing @sgt-seabass <3

my masterlist

The sight of your home village warms your heart. You’ve been away for so long and missed so much. It’s good to be back. You pull the hood of your cape up to keep the sun off your face and venture into the heart of the village.

After gathering some sweets and a few loaves of bread, you bid farewell to the friendly faces you pass. As lovely as the village is, you can’t shake the feeling that something is just slightly… wrong.

The edge of the forest calls to you, the familiar sound of songbirds lulling you in. You’ve traveled this path hundreds of times; you know it with your eyes closed, even after all this time. Beautifully bright flowers bloom just off the beaten path. You gaze at them but don’t stop to pick any. Grandmother is expecting you. It’s been so long since you’ve seen her, you feel guilty you haven’t visited sooner.

As you walk, you hear footsteps crunch through the fallen leaves. You turn around, the hem of your cape fluttering with the movement. Behind you, you see a tall mountain of a man. Cloaked in black, the man stalks toward you. You’ve heard whisperings of him in town, the Wolf, they call him.

“Excuse me, miss,” he coos, voice deep and gravelly. “Where are you headed? A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be alone in these woods,” he whispers. “There is danger around every corner.”

You know what people say about the Wolf, the things he’s rumored to have done. That he’s a killer, that he roams the woods hunting unsuspecting victims. He’s ruthless, coldblooded and animal-like in his violence. You’re sure the rumors are true as you gaze up at his bright eyes. Fear flashes through your mind as you stare at him. His eyes are a stark, beautiful blue. His hair, dark and inky, frames his face, though most of it is covered by a black mask.

“I’m visiting my grandmother’s house,” you tell him, smiling politely. You’ve always been taught to be kind to strangers, and this stranger, in particular, the way he’s looking at you, seems to scream danger. You don’t want to risk slighting him.

“Ah,” the Wolf replies, raising his eyebrows. “And what might you have there in your basket?” You move the cloth, showing the Wolf your various sweets and loaves of bread. You imagine he is licking his lips behind his mask. Images of his lips on you, of him kissing you deeply, of him tasting you, flash through your mind, and you quickly shut your eyes. You try to shake off the heat that’s settled in your belly. You shouldn’t think that way about a stranger.

“Well, I must be going. Grandmother is expecting me.” You nod to the Wolf and cover your basket, returning to the path you’d been following. Each breath feels tight in your chest.

“What a shame,” he calls. “The birds are singing so sweetly.” Your steps slow as you allow yourself to listen to the songs that float through the air, but you continue on. You can always listen to the birds as you walk.

“Ah, but the flowers are so beautiful this time of year. Wouldn’t your grandmother enjoy a bouquet?” The Wolf asks, again halting your walking. You glance at the flowers off the path, practically preening for you in the sunlight. Grandmother has always loved the wildflowers; maybe you could spare a few moments to gather a small bouquet.

“I suppose…” You glance back at the Wolf, finding that he has continued to follow you down the path. He’s so close now that if you breathed deeply, your back would touch his chest. Your heart stutters with fear. How did he move so quickly without you hearing? How did you not feel him approach?

“You don’t want to miss out on all the beauty,” he whispers, leaning down beside your ear. With two long fingers, the Wolf tugs your hood off your head, letting the breeze flutter against your neck. He breathes deeply, and your knees wobble as you feel the heat the Wolf emanates. Something sharp trails down your neck, a stinging pain following close behind, and your eyes widen.

Not even a breath later, he’s gone. You shudder at his sudden absence and quickly dart your eyes around, looking for the Wolf, but he’s disappeared into the shadows.

You try to calm your nerves, focusing instead on the flowers glittering just a few paces away. You kneel down, gathering your skirts to prevent them from getting dirty. The flowers are soft against your fingertips as you pick the perfect ones. All the while, the Wolf’s beautiful blue eyes burn in your mind.

The Wolf

Poor, poor grandmother, I think to myself as I drag the woman out of her woodland home and into the glade. She’ll wake up eventually, but not before I do what I want. Not before I take care of her sweet, beautiful little granddaughter.

I go back into the house and take in the empty space. Photos of my little bunny are everywhere, school photos and memories of vacations. She looks so delectable in her too-small bikini, her bright smile practically blinding me.

Next, I climb the stairs, finding myself in the room I had just dragged her grandmother from. The four-poster bed takes up most of the room, fabric hanging from the top of the frame like a canopy. I grin at the thought of taking my bunny here, her tears staining the blanket. Her screams filling the air. I feel myself hardening in my pants, and I adjust my cock.

When I saw her walking through town, my mouth watered. She looked so beautiful in her red cloak, the sun warming her skin. She looked good enough to fucking eat. I followed her from a distance, but once she entered the forest, I couldn’t hold back any longer. The smell of her when I got close… I could barely hold myself back. I wanted to grab her right then and there. I wanted to fuck her into the dirt. But good things come to those who wait.

I am not a patient man, and I always get what I want. Always.

So, I lay down on the bed, the canopy concealing me well enough, and wait.

And wait, and wait.

Until I hear the door creak open.

“Grandmother?” My bunny calls. I can practically hear the smile on her lips. I grin beneath my mask, fingers itching to touch her. To mark her. I hear her footsteps as she wanders into the house. My heartbeat speeds up, ready for the hunt.

“Grandmother?” She calls again, this time even closer. I see her shadow as she comes up the stairs, and a moment later, she pushes open the bedroom door. “Oh, Grandmother, are you ill?” Through the canopy, I see her set down a vase of flowers, the ones she picked in the woods, and her basket, full of sweets.

Her fingers gently curl around the canopy’s fabric and tug it aside. Her eyes widen, and her lips part on a scream, but I’m already moving. I lunge, grab her, and push her down onto the mattress. My hand presses over her mouth, absorbing her scream.

“So fucking beautiful when you scream, bunny,” I growl, dipping my head into the crook of her neck. I breathe her in, the sweet scent of fear mixing with the floral scent of her perfume.

My bunny writhes and struggles against me, but it’s no use. I’m bigger than her, stronger than her. She’ll never escape me. She heaves her breath behind my hand, so I take it off of her, not minding if she screams. No one will hear her anyways.

“What– what are you doing?” She whimpers, tears streaking down her face.

I don’t answer. Instead, I straddle her hips, pinning her to the bed. I run my hands along her torso and up to her breasts. She fits perfectly in my hands, and I flick my eyes to hers, watching her reaction. I can see the way she struggles with herself. The way she wants to give in to me, but something holds her back.

“Oh, bunny,” I whisper, my hands coming up to curl around her neck. “What a beautiful neck you have.” I squeeze her neck lightly, giving her just a taste of what I want, and I see the way her pupils dilate. Her hips jolt up into mine, and I grin beneath my mask.

She breathes heavily, lips parting into a perfect, soft ‘o’. “And what perfect lips you have.” I move one hand up, running my thumb across her beautiful mouth. I lean down close, cupping her jaw.

I want to taste her, I want to rip this fucking mask off my face and taste my little bunny, but I can’t. Not yet. I need to be patient. I sit up, slipping a knife out of my belt and flicking it open. Her eyes widen at the glinting blade.

“Please,” she whispers, tears brimming in her eyes again. “Please don’t hurt me.” I grin.

“My poor, stupid, little bunny. The more you beg me not to, the more I want to hurt you.” She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, and I stifle a moan. I don’t know how I’ve lived so long without her, how I’m going to go on living if I don’t have her by my side.

“What did you do to my grandmother?” She asks, voice wavering.

“You don’t want to know, bunny.” Her tears stream down her cheeks, and she hiccups as she sobs. She’s fucking perfect. I take in the sight of her blood-red cloak stark against the white sheets. I run the knife along the side of her face, not cutting or scratching her but letting her feel the sharp edge.

I slide off the bed, dragging the knife down the center of her sternum between her breasts and down her torso. I see the thoughts running through her pretty little head. I know she wants to run. I hope she does. I step back and watch her fingers twitch before she darts off the bed. Her red cape flutters behind her as she saints down the stairs. I give her a head start before giving chase. My little bunny is more perfect than she could ever know.

After taking a steadying breath, I take off after my bunny. She left the front door open, and I catch sight of the hem of her cape as she dives behind a tree. She ran pretty far, I’ll give her that, but she won’t escape me. Never.

My feet pound on the ground as I chase her, adrenaline coursing through my veins. She keeps running, doing her best to hide as she goes deeper into the forest, but she’s not fast enough. I catch up quickly, making sure she knows just how close I am. Whenever she hears my boots snap a twig, she yelps, tripping over her feet. As we get further away from the house, she loses steam. I grin as she stumbles, constantly looking back to see me hunting her.

Bunny’s cape gets caught on a branch, and she falls, landing hard in the dirt. She tries to crawl away, but she knows it’s no use. I stalk toward her, loving the way she shakes with each breath, and sink to the ground by her head.

I grip her by her hair, lifting her face out of the dirt, and lean down. “You lose, bunny.” She gasps as I bring out my knife, holding it near her cheek as I turn her. Even though she ran and wants to think she’s afraid of me, I know what she wants. I can fucking smell it on her. Can taste it in the air.

“Please,” she whispers, fingers digging into the leaves on the ground. Her thighs rub together beneath her skirts, and my mouth waters. I know she won’t run this time, not when she’s so close to getting what she wants.

I remove my mask, tugging it from my face with my other hand. Her lips part as her eyes search my features. I move between her legs, running a hand along one of her legs. I push up her skirt, exposing her soft skin. With my knife, I run the tip along her leg, up and up, until I reach her panties. She can’t hide how needy she is. My bunny writhes in the dirt, begging me to touch her with her big beautiful eyes. I slide my knife beneath the waistband of her panties, slicing the fabric. I cut a matching slit near her other leg, tugging the material away. She shivers as the cool air hits her cunt.

“What a pretty pussy you have, bunny,” I growl, lowering my face to the crux of her thighs. She watches me with lust-filled eyes, nodding like the dumb little bunny she is. I bite her inner thigh, leaving an imprint of my teeth on her skin.

“What beautiful eyes you have,” she tells me, a small smile on her lips.

“The better to see you with, bunny.” I run my nose along her pussy, and she bites back a moan. My tongue laves along her clit, and I hear her breath hitch.

“What–” she gasps when I press a finger inside her tight cunt. “What a perfect mouth you have.” I groan against her pussy, devouring her like my last meal.

“The better to eat you with,” I mutter into her pussy. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. She tastes so fucking sweet, practically dripping against my lips. I knew my bunny would be perfect, but she’s better than I ever could have dreamed.

“Please, please,” she whimpers, begging for her release. I curl my finger inside of her, looking for the spot that makes her squirm, and brush my teeth over her sensitive clit. My little bunny is so responsive for me, writhing around in the dirt.

“So fucking sweet, bunny, my own little treat.” Her whimpers get higher pitched, and I know she’s close. I’m practically humping the dirt, I’m so hard, but all I can think about is how good my bunny is being and how fucking perfect she’s going to feel wrapped around my cock.

I work her right up to the edge, and when she’s gripping my hair so hard she’s about to pull it out, she breaks. She comes all over my tongue and finger, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I crawl up over her, my tongue running over my lips, gathering her taste. “What a good bunny,” I whisper, taking in the sight of her blissed-out expression. She wants more, though, I can tell.

Her eyes roam over my face, her hands tracing over my features. Her lips part, but she can’t seem to find the words. “Tell me what you want, bunny.” My finger circles her sensitive clit; she jolts.

She shudders but doesn’t speak. “Come on, bunny. I know you’re afraid. I know that you don’t want to admit it. You want my cock? Is that it, bunny? You want me to fuck you here in the dirt?” Her eyebrows pinch together, and fear flashes in her eyes. She knows I’m dangerous; she knows I am unpredictable.

“You wanna be my dirty bunny?” I ask her, nipping at the soft skin of her neck. “You’re my dumb fucking bunny, you know that? You’re gonna let me fuck you into the dirt, and you’re gonna love every second of it, isn’t that right?”

“Oh my god,” she moans, hips bucking against my fingers. “Please.”

“I need to hear you say it, bunny.” I bite her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, and she gasps. “Tell me that you’re my dumb little bunny. Tell me what you want me to do.”

I see the way she hesitates, the way her mind runs through all the reasons she should fight me, but then I see the shift. I see the moment lust takes over, and she succumbs to her primal desires.

“I’m your dumb little bunny,” she whispers. I slide two fingers into her pussy, scissoring my fingers to stretch her. “And–” she sucks in a breath. “And I want– need you to fuck me.”

“Such a good bunny.” I settle back between her legs and pump my fingers, working her up again. I use my other hand to take off my belt. When my pants are down far enough, I palm my cock, moaning. She watches me with hooded, lust-drunk eyes, and I smirk. My dumb little bunny looks so pretty taking my fingers, but she’ll look even better taking my cock.

I take a long look at her pretty face before I grip her hips and turn her over. Hooking my hands underneath her, I position her with her ass high and her head in the dirt. This is how she was meant to be; she was fucking born for this.

I line my cock up with her perfect pussy and tease her clit, loving how she jolts each time. My little bunny has never looked better with her skirt shoved up on her waist and her face pressed against the earth.

“What a perfect bunny for me,” I tell her, spanking her ass. I press my cock into her, groaning as she squeezes me. She’s so fucking tight, so perfect, like she was made for me. Made for this. I slide in, loving how she stretches around my dick. Her face screws up the deeper I get, but I don’t give her time to adjust.

I set a brutal, deep pace, and electricity shoots up my spine. The sounds she’s making, the way her fingers dig into the dirt, are nearly too much for me to handle. The smell of sex and earth floods my nose, and I feel it flood my bloodstream.

She moans and whimpers with each thrust, pressing back with each thrust, egging me on. My little bunny wants me just as much as I want her. I lean down, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and haul her torso up so she’s kneeling, arching against me. I run my tongue along the spot I’d cut earlier when I’d first spoken to her, tasting the sweet tang of her blood.

My little bunny has tears streaming down her dirt-streaked face. Her eyes are screwed shut as she takes my dick.

“Such a good little bunny,” I groan into her ear. “You were fucking made for this. You were fucking born to be my dumb bunny, to take my cock.” Her cunt flutters around my dick, and my hips stutter.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants like a prayer. I drop a hand to her clit and circle it in a way that makes her throw her head back, and bite the cut on her neck. The combination of sensations throws her over the edge, and she convulses on my cock.

I press her back into the dirt and pound into her, slamming into her over and over again. I come on a moan, both of us collapsing. “Good bunny,” I whisper. “Such a good little bunny.”

She falls asleep, drained from the way I used her body, and I grin at the sight. She should know better than to fall asleep next to a predator like me. I brush the dirt from my pants, tucking my cock away, and pick her up. I carry her back to her grandmother’s house and lay her on the four-poster bed.

Next, I retrieve poor old grandmother. She’s still asleep. The drug I gave her will wear off soon. I place her on the couch in the front room. I’ll let my bunny find her when she comes to. I return to the bedroom and stare at my beautiful little bunny.

I don’t clean her up; I don’t even put her dress back. She looks perfect, dirty, and used against the bone-white sheets.

Just the way I like her.

Fill out this form to join my taglist :) Must be 18+

Everything tags: @peaches1958 @pono-pura-vida @emi11ie @paulasocean @silverfire475 @lovingchoices14 @nekoannie-chan @late-to-the-party-81 @chibijusstuff @midnightramyeoncravings @wickidlady @buckyb-stan @adoreyouusugar @sebastianstanisagod

All Bucky tags: @peaches1958 @prettylittlepluviophile @writerwrites @w0nderw0mansw0rld @hawsx3 @meetmeatyourworst @harrysthiccthighss @goldylions @late-to-the-party-81 @luxeavenger @cloudyfeelin @searchf0rtheskyline @keliiiiiiii @urmom4130 @Aussiegurl1234

1K notes · View notes

angelltheninth · 1 year

Note

For your fav MCU characters, can you do how protective they would be of their lover/partner on a scale of 1-10, 1 being not at all and 10 being overly protective.

An interesting ask I've done protective headcanons before but never with a ranking system.

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Jane Foster, Druig, Shang-Chi, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, protectiveness, kissing, PDA

A/N: I'm not quite sure how to format this one so I'll try it this way and see how it works out.

STEVE ROGERS - 7/10

He never quite manages to leave that good old quality that just makes him worry about you when you're not around but he's never overbearing about it when you're together. He likes having you next to him, he loves seeing your smile, he likes knowing that he's the one making that smile happen and he will try his boy scout best to keep that smile on your face the best way he knows how, by supporting you and being by your side when you need him.

BUCKY BARNES - 9/10

It's unlikely that you'll go somewhere and not have Bucky at your side. He knows he can be overbearing but he's lost a few too many people and he never wants you to be on that list. He's soft and sweet about it most of the time. He's hovering over you when you're out, his arm always on your hip, or holding yours, glaring at the people around you, signaling them to keep their distance, that includes those lewd looks they're throwing your way. Or else he will throw hands.

SAM WILSON - 6/10

He has seen first hand a lot of the hardships of this world, both ones that he has had to deal with and those closest to him. He wants to protect you of course but he will not coddle you too much. Always has a comforting smile, a gentle touch, and an encouraging kiss ready for you when he knows you need them but he trusts you to take care of most things by yourself. If you feel like you can't for whatever reason you always know he is right there beside you, ready to take on anything or anyone.

CLINT BARTON - 8/10

Not easy for him to let go of his fears that you might vanish on him again if he takes his eyes off you. He never wants you to feel smothered by him but he also really, really needs you to know that he will never let you disappear again, he will never watch that happen again. His every kiss feels like the first and the last, his every smile, every declaration of love being a bullseye straight to your heart from the amount of love he pours into each one.

NATASHA ROMANOFF - 8/10

Protective and deadly go hand in hand with her. Luckily due to her reputation it hardly ever gets physical with anyone, one sharp look their way is enough to make them think twice. She is always making sure to keep an eye on you, or at least text you to see if you're doing alright if she's on a mission. Really just hearing your voice puts her mind at ease. When she comes back she's a little more clingy then normal but that's only because she missed you so much.

THOR - 9/10

Good luck pushing him away when he gets protective. He's like a big, muscly ball of smiles and thunder, or punches and thunder to anyone who crosses you or says anything bad about you. He's always singing your praises to anyone willing and unwilling to listen and is ready to argue about them. Super cuddly whenever he gets the chance to be and don't even get him started on lending you his jacket or hoodie when you go out to let people know that you're together.

LOKI - 5/10

Looks out for himself more then anyone. He expects you to keep up with him, he wants someone who is his equal, not someone who follows him around like a puppy and needs to be treated as such. His protective nature is mostly done in mischievous, and sometimes panful, deeds to those he determines have crossed the line of his patience. It never ends well for them, but it always makes him laugh while he slings an arm around your shoulder and walks away to see what else you can get up to.

JANE FOSTER - 8/10

She's been protective before but once she took up Mjolnir it's become a little amplified. She's not constantly around you but she makes her presence well known when she senses that there's something wrong. Can't help but get in the face of whoever is causing you trouble and give them a piece of her mind, or fists if it comes to that but she would really prefer not to hurt people if it could be avoided, she's still a sweetie at heart after all.

DRUIG - 10/10

What else needs to be said except that he's so protective that he takes you away to where he knows no one will hurt you, to his own community. There he knows you'll always be safe and happy. He's a bit of a mushy pushover when it comes to making sure that you are as happy as can be but to those he thinks would threaten that he will be their worst nightmare.

SHANG-CHI - 7/10

If you already know how to defend yourself then he will watch you do so with great amusement and only jump in if he sees you really need help. But if you can't he would gladly show you a few moves, not just in martial arts either. He's a pretty relaxed guy all things considered and honestly he likes watching you kick some ass. One thing that he will do more often then not however is have his arm around your shoulders and his jacket tied around your waist, a small sign of your relationship but an important one to him.

KATE BISHOP - 8/10

She may give off cute golden retriever vibes but she's got a lot of bite to her if anyone messes with you, that's for damn sure. Because she's got eyes like a hawk she can spot trouble pretty easily and be by your side even faster. She likes to kiss you un public, weather it be your cheek or your hand. Kisses on the lips are just for the two of you, no one else, that's the only thing she's pretty adamant about.

PETER PARKER - 8/10

Well he's been gone for a long time and while much has changed in that time his protectiveness of you has not. He's always sending you cute little texts and leaving cute notes stuck to the most random places in your apartment, making sure you take good care of yourself when he's not around. He knows that you work hard and can sometimes forget the little things so this is his way of taking care of you and your needs from afar. In person he's mostly all jokes and smiles around everyone and prefers not to get into a fight if he can resolve it in a different way.

1K notes · View notes

messedupfan · 2 months

Text

Chapter 14

Summary: It's the new year! There's a new development in Reader and Wanda's friendship. Jean and Anna have a very important question for reader. And Rachel witnesses something special.

A/n: Hellllloooooo!! I hope y'all are having a good day. Anyone watch Love is Blind? Every season upsets me more than the last. Anyway, comment, like, reblog, and enjoy!

Masterlist | All Stories Taglist | All Chapters

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the time you stopped staying with Wanda, the pillow wall ceased to exist. The pair of you were comfortable enough to share the space together on the bed and not overthink it. At least that's what you told each other to be able to hold one another at night. On the Sunday that Vision was meant to come for the boys, he called Wanda early in the morning. You were confused and exhausted when you accidentally picked up the phone. Your eyes went wide when you realized that you answered the wrong phone. You quickly put it on mute and woke Wanda up. She had to put on a fake voice to try and match yours. It was a hilarious attempt and she had to hit you to get you to laugh quietly. You just climbed out of bed to use the restroom.

When you came back, Wanda had her face in her hands. You rejoined her on the bed and she leaned against you once you were settled in. “Vision extended his trip. He said he'll pick them up next Sunday. Which, I'm okay with having them longer. Of course. I love them and I mean, they love you and Rachel so I'm sure that a part of them will be okay with it. But,” she shut her eyes and shook her head as you put your arm around her. “They're going to be so disappointed. I don't even know what I can say? What do you say to a kid when their dad would rather spend the holidays with his new family?”

You frowned as you rubbed her arm. Even though you knew the question was rhetorical, you felt inclined to answer because you've been that kid before. “My mom wouldn't tell me. She wouldn't even make an excuse on his behalf. She would just distract me with so much fun that I wouldn't even know how long it was until I finally did see my dad.”

“Do you think that will work?” She rubbed her finger under her nose. You laughed lightly as you shook your head.

“No, definitely not. Those kids are too smart for that. But, I think I do know something that might work,” you began to remind her of the night before when the boys were bummed by the idea that they had to go with their father because they wanted to stay and have fun with Rachel. “Just say that you asked Vision to let you have the boys a little bit longer and he agreed to let them stay until school starts again.”

And she took your advice, while you were in the shower, she went to the boys room and told them exactly what you suggested. They were so happy and they hugged her so tight she almost felt guilty lying to them. One of the hardest lessons she learned about being a parent was accepting that she did in fact have to lie to her children on occasion. She already had to tell them that she asked to have Christmas with them and they accepted that because Rachel was still in the hospital at the time and they knew their dad wouldn't take them to visit her. They were confused when they spent time with their dad's side of the family and he wasn't there but they had so much fun with their uncle Tony that it didn't matter. He chased them around and wrestled with them when Vision would have yelled at them for running and he would have punished them for playing around so much.

The twins loved their dad but they didn't miss him.

Wanda hosted a New Year’s Eve party that included her mom, the Starks, her brother and his family, plus her friends. You got to invite your friends, Steve and his partner Peggy, the new guy on the job site Thor, and Darcy. A girl you met on a dating app one time and the two of you decided to be friends after. It was rare for her to be in town because she is a political science major who is interning for doctor Jane Foster while she worked on getting her own doctorate. The internship had her traveling a lot. She brought Jane with her because she claimed that the woman was a shut-in. But with the way she almost instantly gravitated to Thor, you couldn't tell.

You also invited Bucky, another work friend, and he brought a girl he'd started seeing a couple of months prior. A woman named Natasha. When she entered the house she appeared to be on edge. So did Wanda at first, you figured you'd have to ask her about it when you got the chance. After a bit, they both relaxed.

Of course, Anna and Jean were in attendance as well. They kept wanting to tease you about co-hosting but with so many of your co-workers and your boss being there, they let it slide. You acted as a guest and the kids knew not to mention the living arrangement.

“So, who are you kissing at midnight?” Darcy asks as she joins you outside on the patio. You needed a break from the party and it was a nice night despite the low temperature. “Me or the hostess?” She smirks then takes a sip from her blue disposable cup.

You shake your head as you drink from your cup. “I’m not kissing anyone at midnight.” The kids were all in the boys room and you’d hate for them to run down the stairs and confuse them because you and Wanda kissed. They were already confused because one of the nights, Billy came running in from having a nightmare and caught you in the bed. Up until then, you and Wanda were telling them that you were sleeping on the couch. You got away with telling Billy that you also had a nightmare and he seemed to have bought the excuse as he climbed in and created space between you and Wanda so that he could snuggle with his mom.

“Oh come on, that’s no fun,” Darcy nudges you. “Tell you what, I’ll kiss Agatha so you’ll have to kiss Wanda.”

You narrow your eyes, “You just want to kiss Agatha.”

She made a face as she laughed, “No, I just want you to kiss Wanda.”

“How much money is involved,” you ask, knowing the people that are inside. Darcy tries to deny that there’s a bet circulating around the party and eventually gives up. You look inside of the house through the windows on the doors and watch Wanda laugh as something her sister-in-law says. Things weren’t complicated with her but you were constantly afraid that they would become complicated. “I’m not kissing her so that you and whoever else is involved can win a bet.”

“Pietro was the one who started it so,” she takes another drink, “do you really want your boss to lose.” The look she gives you confirms your unspoken question of which side of the bet Pietro was on. You couldn’t believe that he bet that you would kiss his sister at midnight. You shake your head again and finish what’s left in your cup.

“I need another drink,” you say as you get up from your seat and walk inside. Instead of refilling your cup, you toss it into the trash. Your eyes keep finding Wanda in the small crowd as you move about the gathering talking with the different people there. You liked getting to know Tony Stark but her laugh kept grabbing your attention. One of the times she catches your gaze and mouths a hello with a cute smile. You smile back and mouth, “Hey.”

As it got closer to the countdown to midnight, you walked upstairs to check on the kids. All of them had made themselves comfortable either on a bed or on the floor. Luna and Rachel have taken the beds, the twins and Agatha’s son are on the floor. The tv was left playing a movie and you carefully turn it off since all of them are asleep. You put blankets over the three boys and tuck the girls into the beds a bit more. You don’t realize that Wanda is watching you until you look up to leave the room. You smile as you stand in the room of sleeping children and strategically step around them to avoid waking them up.

You leave the door open a crack once you step out into the hallway, “I can move the girls out of the room in a little bit.” You whisper as you step closer to her. “I’m buzzed right now and would hate to drop any of them,” the truth is, you’d hate to wake any of them right now.

Wanda looks at you with admiration as she continues to smile, “It’s okay. I think they’ll be fine for the night. I um, I actually wanted to warn you about something.”

“There’s a bet on whether or not we’ll kiss tonight?” Wanda nods to confirm that’s what she was going to talk to you about. “What do you think about it?”

She shrugs, “I think if we do, it wouldn’t be a big deal. It’s not like we haven’t before.” You nod.

“But?” You anticipate.

“But, I don’t want my brother to win,” she says mischievously. “Have you heard what side he’s on?” She asks and this might be the only time in your life that you don’t regret lying when you shake your head. The two of you walk down the stairs as you hear everyone counting down.

“How are the kiddos?” Pietro asks as the countdown continues.

“They’re all knocked out,” you inform him. He nods and is pulled in closer by his wife as they get to ten. You look around to find Jane and Thor gazing at one another, nine. Tony and his fiance, Pepper are holding each other close, eight. Agatha and Darcy each have an arm around each other's necks as they both face the television, seven. Mrs. Maximoff is sitting on the sofa with a big grin as she counts down, six. Howard is next to her with his head tilted back as he snores loudly and his wife Maria is next to him counting with a martini glass in her hand, five. Carol is kissing Val each second that is announced, four. Natasha is sitting on Bucky’s lap while he sits on the recliner with her arm around his neck and his around her waist, three. Jean and Anna pull each other closer as they prepare to end the count down, two. That leaves you standing close to Wanda, one.

“Happy New Year!” Everyone cheers as the countdown on the television concludes and they each exchange a kiss with their partners. You keep your hands yourself as you give Wanda an innocent chaste kiss on the lips. It’s quick, you’re not sure if anyone caught it. She smiles as she moves closer to her mom and kisses her on the cheek as she wishes her a happy new year.

“Awe boo!” Darcy says as she digs for cash out of her pockets. The others that bet on you and Wanda sharing a kiss toss their money in the decorative bowl at the center of the coffee table. You wink at Wanda as Pietro shakes his head and puts money in the bowl. Wanda’s eyes widen ever so slightly before she continues to play dumb about the bet. The both of you fake being upset and make it clear that whatever is between the two of you is purely platonic.

From the top of the stairs, Rachel hobbles back to Tommy and Billy’s room to hide the fact that she saw the whole thing.

When Sunday comes back around, you get up early to get packed. School starts again on Monday so that meant you and Rachel didn’t need to stay with Wanda anymore. It sucks because you wish that you could have an excuse to be here longer but seeing as none of the kids will be in the house in the upcoming week, there isn’t a reason for you to stay.

You hug the boys and thank them for being so helpful with Rachel as you say goodbye. They each give you a tight hug before running off to get ready for their dad to pick them up. Wanda called him early to confirm that he will be here for them in the afternoon. He sounded annoyed and convinced her to drop them off at his house since he was recovering from his trip.

Wanda pulls you into a warm embrace to say goodbye for the time being. You’ve had to resist kissing her the entire week. You wished that you hadn’t done it on New Year’s Eve. She didn’t make it easy either. Too many times the two of you ended up too close to each other. Wanda was getting frustrated that you weren’t getting the signals that she wanted something more from you.

When the pair of you pull back from this hug, you and Wanda hold eye contact for a moment. Both of you are considering leaning towards each other. That is, until Tommy and Billy start shouting at each other. Wanda sighs and steps out of your arms. “I’ll text you later,” you say as you grab your bag to take to the car. Rachel and her bags are already in your truck.

You help your daughter out of the truck when you arrive at her mom's house and you only take one of her bags inside since you need to keep the rest at your apartment. Jean and Anna give you weird looks when you're inside and you're curious as to why but you don't question it. “I'll see you guys next Sunday,” you say as you're about to leave.

“Hold on,” Anna says as she grabs your arm to stop you. “Can you um…” her words seem to fail her.

“Do you mind staying for tea,” Jean finishes for her. You look between the two of them and notice that something is up with them. You fear that they're about to tell you that their marriage is over so you nod and allow Jean to drag you over to the living room. “So, we wanted to thank you for giving us some extra time to ourselves.”

“Okay,” you drag out as you eye her carefully. “What's going on?”

Jean gives you a nervous smile, “Just wait for the tea. Okay?” You nod and sit quietly. There's an awkward tension looming in the atmosphere. You were worried about what they're going to tell you and they are nervous to ask you something very important to them.

Anna comes in with a tray of three steaming mugs a few minutes later. “You haven't asked them yet, right?” Jean shakes her head as she waits for her wife to get settled. You accept your cup of tea with a close mouth smile and nod.

“Okay,” Jean starts as she sets her mug down. “Anna and I were wondering if you'd consider making another baby,” you’re about to laugh considering you just went through a break up, “with me?” She concludes. You spit your tea out at the absurd question. “I should have waited for you to swallow,” Jean says as she gets up to grab a dish towel to clean up the mess but Anna pulls her back down.

“Are you crazy?” You ask as you set the tea back onto the tray. “You tell me that you can barely afford Rachel and you want to add a newborn to your expenses?” You shout in a whisper. You don't want Rachel to get curious and walk in and get excited about having another sibling.

“Listen, we talked about that. With the budgets the three of us have come up with-”

“And the GoFundMe!” Anna chimes in.

“Yes, and the GoFundMe that we set-up for the medical bills, I think we'll be able to get that covered. And it takes nine months to make the baby. Anna and I can get to a better place financially in nine months,” Jean explains.

“Can you?” You nearly shout out loud. “Look, it's not just nine months of you growing a person. It's doctors appointments, it's prenatal vitamins, it's baby clothes and toys and furniture. We got rid of all that stuff a long time ago. It's not like you have hand-me-downs.” With your pointer finger, you tap the fingers on your other hand as you list the reasons. “Not to mention how expensive IVF can be.”

Jean and Anna share a look, “We weren't thinking about doing this through IVF. It's safer and more cost efficient to go the more natural route.” Anna is the one to suggest this.

You stick your neck out and slowly blink as you widen your eyes. You cannot believe what you're hearing. “You really just suggested that I fuck your wife?”

“You don't have to be so crude about it,” Anna chides. “I plan on being present and it wouldn't be wrong for you to fornicate with my wife. It's purely for reproductive purposes.” You cringe at the medical terms she uses to describe the act she is asking of you. It makes you want to throw up. “I don't understand what is so difficult about it, you've done it with her before.”

You slowly close your hands into fists, not because you intend to use them but because air was the only thing you could grasp without hurting yourself. “I was in love, we were in love. Rachel was created from love.”

“And this baby would be too,” Jean argues. “We care deeply about each other, Y/n.” She tries to take one of your hands in hers but you recoil, disgusted by the touch you once found comforting.

You shake your head, “That's not the same and you know it.” You take a few breaths to calm down before you get too worked up and as your mind clears from the shock, you are able to come up with a reasonable argument. “You two might be ready to have another kid, but I'm not ready. I can't take that on financially or even emotionally right now. Besides, there is so much that happens during their first few developing years that I wouldn't want to miss when passing them back and forth.” They share another look and you already know they've thought about a crazy solution to that. You're starting to think you should just leave.

“Well, we were thinking that you don't have any parental rights to this one. So that we can have a kid that's ours full time. We really want a baby that we can raise together that's just ours and we chose you to help us with that.” You scowl at this, they're actually asking you to not be present in the life of a child that you're supposed to help bring into this world. You couldn't believe it. “If you think about it, we can't have kids on our own and I really want Rachel to have a sibling that comes from both of us. You've said it yourself, half siblings aren't the sa-”

“Don’t even. I was a kid when I said that! I would never say that now. I love Kate,” you interrupt. “She is my sister.”

“Okay, fine, whatever. You still felt that way at one point,” Jean snaps, annoyed by your lack of support. “You can go off and have as many kids as you want with whoever you want. We only have so much time to do this and we used to talk about having another kid.” Jean tries hard to convince you that this is a good idea but it only sounds more and more bizarre.

“When we were together,” you remind her as if she was an idiot. At this point, you're starting to wonder. “Those plans disappeared the second we signed the divorce papers.” You look between the women that you have tried again and again to support and defend. When Jean introduced Anna to her parents, they weren't accepting of the relationship at all. It took you the better part of a year to get her parents to tolerate the relationship. They still held out hope that you and their daughter would reunite at some point. They knew a few couples that split up only to marry each other again a few years later. Then came the wedding last February, Jean's family didn't want to attend because they didn't want to believe it was happening. You made sure they came.

Now here they are, asking more out of you. With what return? What do you get out of this other than a few traumatic nights and a child you won't be allowed to raise but know is part of you? Then you think about Rachel and how when she would play with her baby dolls, they weren't ever her children. They were her siblings. You've had many talks with her in the past about why she doesn't have any siblings and she has expressed how she doesn't want to be an only child. You put your face in your hands as you realize that she's already ten and she'll be eleven soon enough. You had thought your eight year age gap between you and Kate was pretty big, and when you thought about having kids you always saw yourself having kids with small age gaps. That was until you had Rachel at seventeen.

“We're not expecting an answer now,” Jean finally says. “Just please, consider it before you say no.”

You sigh as you can't believe that you're actually going to think this over. “Okay,” you rise and walk out of the house. You drive to the nearest liquor store, the one you met Wanda at and buy a couple of bottles of the vodka she had suggested. As soon as you got home, you drank until you passed out to forget about the asinine request.

You overworked yourself all week, being the first one on site and the last one to leave. Someone needs to be focused on paying off those medical bills and not trying to rack up more of them. The work keeps you from thinking about what Jean and Anna asked. You couldn't believe that is a real idea they discussed and thought was okay to run by you. When you got home, you had a bottle of vodka with a side of instant noodles.

On Friday, your coworkers, Bucky and Thor, ask that you join them on a night out and you accept. You invite Steve as well because Bucky took a liking to him but wasn't sure if he could invite the guy himself. You thought it was funny that he was being weird about it but you didn't catch how flustered he was when you informed him that Steve accepted the invite. Then Thor requested that you invite Darcy and her friend. He tried to play coy but you know that he really liked Jane. He was just the idiot that forgot to call her the next day. He claimed that he waited too long and now he needed your help. You didn't mind extending it, he was a decent guy from what you've gathered.

A couple of hours later and you're drunk enough to start spilling your guts. Starting with how much you miss Daisy before getting into the real problem. Jean and Anna's request. Shocking everyone at the booth. The guys all agree that you shouldn't do it but Darcy plays devil's advocate and says that she knows someone that could help at no cost at all because they owed her a favor. “It's not just the sex that's the problem, Darcy,” you try to explain. “I can't just pretend it's not my kid. If I were someone that didn't mind that kind of thing, sure, I'd do it. But I'm not that person, I would want involvement.”

She puts her hand on your back and rubs soothing circles. It would be comforting if it wasn't her touch. You begin to yearn for Wanda’s touch again. You didn't realize how much you missed it. There is a loud group of people that are being disruptive and it puts you in a bad mood as you start to miss the Hub being your go to. You doubt Phil would let you step into that building ever again.

“Anyone want more? I'll get the next round,” you stand up even though you barely can and Darcy takes notice as she quickly joins you. Buck and Steve have engrossed themselves in a separate conversation. Jane and Thor were practically eating each other's faces. She gave him the cold shoulder when she arrived but he was able to crash through her walls pretty quickly.

While you wait at the bar for the drinks, someone falls against Darcy and she complains about her arm hurting. That triggers something protective in you and you grab the person to try and get them to apologize. They spit in your face and you shove them. Your friends are quick to escort you out of the bar before you get into something you'll regret.

“Give me your phone,” Darcy says as she digs through your pockets.

“Hey, that's my phone,” you try to grab it but you're really out of it. Bucky and Steve are both holding you up, they didn't realize that you had drank so much. They exchanged worried glances as they held onto you. Thor and Jane were busy trying to calm the person you pushed.

Wanda’s week was quite uneventful. She worked quietly on the project she was assigned. With the spare time she has in her day, she worked on her passion project. The dream house she one day hoped to build on a land she's trying to buy now. She doesn't want to continue to be limited by this house. The house that's so full of nightmares. There were good memories here, like the boys learning how to crawl and eventually walk, but it wasn't enough to erase the negative energy that has embedded itself within the walls like black mold.

She was planning on inviting her girls over on Friday but she really only wanted to be hanging out with you. Because of that feeling, she invited someone to sleep with instead. She needed to get you out of her head. You were starting to consume her every thought. Even when she worked on the plans for her dream house. Would Y/n like this much natural light if I add this wall of windows? Wouldn't they like a woodworking space, like my father had? Maybe Rachel needs a room… she dropped her pencil and scrapped the paper. She didn't need to be thinking about that.

Wanda was kicking the girl, Jessica, that she had over when her phone started ringing. Her heart jumped at the goofy picture of you with the caller ID that you had set, covering her screen. “Hey you,” she greets as she shuts the door. “What's up?”

“Wanda, keep it in your pants.” Wanda moves the phone from her face as she doesn't recognize the voice. It was still your contact information. “This is Darcy. We met last week,” she says with an urgency. This gets Wanda’s heart to race with worry.

“What's wrong with Y/n? Why are you calling me from their phone?” She asks as she searches for her keys. Ready to be driving to the hospital.

“They're fine for the most part. I think.” She goes quiet for a second. “Look, they're really wasted and I was wondering if you could pick them up?” Darcy asks nervously. “No stop! Hey! Y/n, don't do that! Steve, Bucky, get them!” Darcy shouts away from the phone but Wanda can hear everything she says. Wanda shakes her head. So far she hadn't known you to be the drunk type. She'd seen you have a few drinks and get a buzz but she hasn't seen you in such a state that your friends have had to parent you.

Wanda sighs, “Text me the location. I'll be there as soon as I can.”

“Okay, thank you,” Darcy sounds distracted. “Damnit, Y/n, why do you have a flask! Stop drinking!” Is the last thing Wanda hears before the call drops. She sits in her car for a few minutes before she receives the text of the location. It was a bar close to her house and she was there in no time at all. She doesn't even have to get out of the car to help you inside because Steve and Bucky shove you into the front seat.

“Wanda!” You say happily as you realize whose car you've been dumped into. Your eyes are closed but you recognize the scent you had been wrapped up in for two weeks. “Where's Wanda? I want to say hi,” you mutter as you start to get sleepy.

“Here's their phone,” Darcy says as she stands at Wanda's side of the car. “Don't let them call or text anyone. They're going through something with the ex and you have to make sure that they don't say something they'll regret.”

Wanda is confused, “What happened between Y/n and Daisy?”

“Oh no, honey,” Darcy smiles, “Not that ex. This is baby momma drama. You'll have to ask Y/n about that one in the morning. It's not my place to go into the details.”

Wanda nods in acknowledgement. “Thank you for calling me. Does anyone else need a ride, I'd be happy to -”

“Nope, we're good. Just focus on Y/n. Maybe try to get some water in them.” Darcy taps the car. “Good luck,” she waves as she rejoins the group on the sidewalk. Wanda drives you back to her house and helps get you inside. She didn't realize how heavy you could be when you're not holding your weight yourself. But she manages.

“I’m sorry I drank too much, Wanda,” you mutter as you lean against her on the sofa. She was trying to get you to drink some water before she attempted to move you up the stairs.

“That's okay, just drink this now,” she says as she puts the plastic cup against your lips. You take a sip and nearly spit it out as you show your disgust.

“Poison,” you exclaim. “Gah, what is that? It's awful,” you say as you lean away from it.

“It's water,” she leans closer to you. “Drink it!” She demands.

You make a face and take the cup and chug the whole thing. “I think my body is rejecting it. I need to chase it down with something. Do you have any vodka?” You complain and Wanda shakes her head.

“What did Jean do to you?” Wanda asks herself and you laugh maniacally when you catch her name.

“She wants my baby,” you answer. And Wanda is concerned that there is going to be some sort of custody battle. She can't think of why there would be. Unless Jean has a better job opportunity somewhere else.

“She can't take Rachel from you,” Wanda says as she gets up to refill the cup.

“Not that baby!” You shout. “My other baby. Er. A new one. She wants a new one and she doesn't want me to have it.” Wanda relaxes a bit, still confused but at least it's not something that will necessarily disrupt Rachel’s life. She walks over and claims the cup of water is vodka. You drink it as if it was the first drink you’d ever had in your life. “That’s the good stuff right there, what’s that brand?”

She is standing in front of you as she waits for you to finish the beverage. “I’ll tell you in the morning so that you don’t forget.” When you’re don’t she reaches for the cup and instead of handing it over, you grab her by the wrist and pull her to land on top of you. She tries to push herself up but you catch her lips in a sloppy kiss. “What are you doing?” She whispers as she pulls away.

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” you reply.

She shakes her head, “You’re drunk.”

“So?” You ask as you try to kiss her again. This time she is able to slip out of your grasp.

“So, this isn’t happening,” Wanda doesn’t go into how she’d be taking advantage of you since you’re so wasted and she hasn’t had a drop of alcohol all week. She doesn’t remind you of why you rejected her before or mention that she refuses to be a rebound for you. “Let's get you to bed,” she says as she lifts you up by your arm. You shake your head, disappointed by the rejection but comply.

You're a little wobbly as you walk up the stairs. Wanda is closely behind you to ensure your safe ascent. You stop in front of her open bedroom door. Uncertain if she wants you to stay with her. But you decide that it's not her decision to make. So you move to the guest room. Wanda doesn't argue as she collects a bottle of painkillers and fills the cup again. She leaves the items on the nightstand beside you. You fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow. You snored softly and Wanda was surprised because you never snored during the time you stayed with her.

“I'll see you in the morning,” she says while she flips the light switch off and shuts the bedroom door. Wanda grabs the pillow that smells like you out of her closet and sets it on her bed before she gets in her pajamas. She crawls into bed and clutches the pillow to her chest as she inhales your scent in order to fall asleep.

Chapter 15

Taglist: @princessprudy @sayah13 @agaymilflover @awkwardmandalorian @bentleywolf29 @thatshyboy1998 @artisannat @thisischaismagic @wqndanat @madamevirgo @likefirenrain @tearsofglitter @feltlikethat @the-writer-arcane @natashasilverfox @karsonromanoff @aloneodi @lovelyy-moonlight @red1culous @jovialsublimecomputer @natasha-maximoff @iliketozoneout @doudouneverte @druggedduck @notbornbutforged @when-wolves-howl @lifespectator @justyourwritter69 @wandaromamoff69 @awesomelygayasf @nekoannie-chan @diaryoflife @wuwu96 @wandanats-goodgirl @sincerely-indi @blueredg52 @sisiofthemultifandom @fuzzyuniversityeclipsefriend @arcturusseer @scarlettwidow34 @chasethemoon @raven-ss @canyonyodeler @sokovianbaby @alexawynters @bittysworld @hopeless-romantic17177 @spongebobtentacles

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff au #wonderstruck #wonderstruck series #messedupfan #wanda fanfic #wanda marvel #darcy lewis #jane foster #thor odinson #jean grey #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #peggy carter #tony stark #pepper potts #pietro maximoff

76 notes · View notes

hunkahulkaaburningfudge · 4 months

Text

I'm winning 🥹❤️

#steve rogers #sharon carter #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #clea strange #stephen strange #peter parker #mary jane watson #marvel comics #stevesharon #buckynat #cleaphen #petermj

69 notes · View notes

fleursfairies · 4 months

Text

marvel is just a bunch of bisexuals that punch eachother

108 notes · View notes

imyourbratzdoll · 7 months

Text

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 where monsters that are said to be something of a fantasy come to life to destroy you, wrecking you for any other person. no matter where you are or where you go, they will always find you.

18+ only please, do not copy, repost or translate my work. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

halloween masterlist

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

warnings will be added story, a big thanks to @shadeysprings and @alovecraft for helping me

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ft count dracula lucius malfoy x human reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 ft werewolf logan howlett x omega reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 ft bigfoot kraven kravinoff x clueless reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓 ft demon jefferson x huntress reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔, 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 ft grim reaper morticia addams x naive reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 ft death ichabod crane x innocent reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 ft scarecrow sweeney todd x oblivious reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆 ft devil klaus mikaelson x purely sinful reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒂- 𝒐𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 ft ghost captain jack sparrow x lost reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅 ft black widow spider jane smith x clumsy reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 ft ogre curtis everett x dumb reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒛𝒆, 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 ft minotaur sam wilson x astray reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕- 𝒐𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 ft clown damon salvatore x birthday girl reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 ft frankenstein bucky barnes, frankenstein’s monster edward scissorhands x indecisive reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒓 ft wizard maxwell sheffield x student reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 ft witch santana lopez x victim reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 ft siren rosalie hale x entranced reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏- 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 ft the mummy lara croft x explorer reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ft the invisible man geralt of rivia x unaware reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 ft the wolfman henry cavill x priest's daughter reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ft black lagoon creature shane walsh x swimmer reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ft beetlejuice robert ‘mr freezy’ pronge x troubled reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

97 notes · View notes

chastainromanova · 22 days

Text

jane foster would absolutely have an eclipse watch party. bucky would help her make cute decorations for.

#I MISS THEM SO MUCH OMFG ;-;#i forgot their ship name. shame on me #jane x bucky #jane foster #bucky barnes #james barnes #tay rambles #eclipse 2024

16 notes · View notes

highladyofterrasen7 · 4 months

Text

I will forever find it funny how sebastian stan, natalie portman, and samuel l jackson all canonically exist in the mcu

#marvel mcu #mcu #sebastian stan #natalie portman #samuel l jackson #bucky barnes #jane foster #nick fury #captain america #iron man #the avengers

21 notes · View notes

gemstone-roses · 5 months

Text

I will be closing CHRISTMAS requests on Friday.

If you want anything written for your fav that is Christmas themed then time is running out!! So far I have

Hannibal: 1

Patrick Jane: 1

Bucky barnes: 1

Reminder of the original post that I would write TWO fics per character that’s Christmas themed and this does not affect ordinary requests and you can still request non Christmas themed fics as well.

Characters:

Eddie Munson

Sam Wilson

Bucky barnes

Thor

Loki

Bruce banner

Hannibal

Patrick Jane

Geralt of rivia

Olivia benson

Aaron Hotchner

Rafael barba

Otto Octavius

#marvel imagine #the witcher imagine #eddie munson x reader #hannibal x reader #patrick jane x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #rafael barba x reader #olivia benson x reader #aaron hotchner x reader smut #otto octavius x reader #bruce banner imagine

23 notes · View notes

zapzaprogers · 14 days

Text

Fuhgettaboutit🤌

#ellie Roger’s #mcu #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #loki laufeyson #Sam Wilson #Jane #Thor #sleep token #a station #pizza #New York

8 notes · View notes

marvelrarepairbingo · 7 days

Text

We have had a super busy year full of creativity and at the Marvel Rare Pair Bingo the hits keep coming as our participants are delivering a lot of fantastic, fun submissions sure to keep you on your toes and enjoying all the fun places that creativity has taken them to this round! If you'd like to see more, then check it out under the cut! Also, if you're interested in Marvel Rare Pairs or maybe taking place in our bingo or one of the mini-events we have happening, then check us out at https://marvelrarepairbingo.tumblr.com/ or head on over to our discord and see what other Marvel fans are talking about!

Title: Sing, then, wherever you may be Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: I5: Dancing Pairing: matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Drunken Confessions Summary: Matt notices that Foggy has stopped singing around him--Or in general. When Matt asks him about it, things take an unexpected, but very welcome turn. Word Count: 3545 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52416643

Title: Crying under the Christmas Tree Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: B5: Heart Trouble Pairing: Matt Murdock & Foggy Nelson Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: drinking, heartbreak, emotional H/C, trauma Summary: Matt is alone on Christmas Eve. Again. Word Count: 2622 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52536322

Title: Last Christmas I gave you my heart Author: Xenomorphic Card #: MRP-086 Square Filled: Adopted: "I got the cat a Santa suit" Pairing: Loki/Stephen Strange Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: None Summary: Loki still gets the cat a Santa Claus suit. Word Count: 3000 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52545799

Title: Show me your world Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: G3: Seduction Pairing: Matt Murdock / Charles Xavier Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: gay sex, fluff and smut Summary: When Charles and Matt seperately entered the bar that night, they weren't expecting to end up in the arms of a former stranger. And they definitely didn't expect it to mean as much as it does now. Word Count: 5474 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52609375

Title: Now I wear my Scars just like Tattoos (Chapter 3) Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: O5: Forced to rely on Enemy/Rival Pairing: Clint/Bucky Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: Pain, Trans!Clint, NB!Bucky, Implied/Referenced Suicidality Summary: Bucky's arm causes him chronic pain. As a last resort, Clint thinks Tony can help them. The only problem: Tony hasn't talked to Bucky since Siberia. Word Count: 2306 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49329592/chapters/133717213

Title: Marks on your Skin Author: 42donotpanic Card #: MRP-038 Square Filled: O1: Rough sex Pairing: Foggy Nelson/Erik Lehnsherr Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: painplay, knifeplay, kink, anal sex Summary: "Foggy wasn’t sure how it had happened. He knew there had to have been a lot of alcohol involved the first time. For both of them. It wasn’t like he didn’t remember that night—their first night together—it was just that it didn’t make a lot of sense. Because why, for all that was good, would Erik Lehnsherr, the strong, tall, and famously unpleasant engineering student, hook up with a guy called Foggy, who was known by all to be soft and fluffy, always helpful and kind? Foggy didn’t know. There was no way he could wrap his brain around it, and, at this point, he was afraid to ask." Word Count: 4336 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52973536

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 3: Glitter Sprinkles Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: O2: Bring It On Pairing: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods Summary: Darcy starts spending time in Bucky's kitchen, and discovers his sprinkle cabinet. Word Count: 1690 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/739649084262055936/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 4: The Cupcake Hour Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: N4: Bucky Barnes Pairing: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, grimy science gremlin Jane Summary: Jane hears all about Darcy's new crush, and then the science bestie meets baker, who has a question for Darcy. Word Count: 1425 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/739735156612628480/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 6: Archery and Mirror Glaze Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: I1: meet cute Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Clint & Bucky Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, meeting Clint! Summary: Darcy meets Bucky's best friend, then gets to watch him do more sugar magic. Word Count: 1396 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740022112528531456/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 7: Thievery and Cookery Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: I5: Darcy Lewis Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Jane/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, Thor is a cereal thief Summary: Thor has committed a grave sin, and Bucky is in charge of fixing Darcy's cranky mood. Word Count: 1264 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740158874035912704/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 8: Frosting Roses Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: free space Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Jane/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, everyone is just real cute Summary: Jane has a breakthrough and Bucky brandishes a piping bag. Word Count: 1431 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740193261833125888/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 9: A Compote Murder Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: G1: “Well this is another fine mess you’ve gotten us into” Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Bucky & Clint Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, Disaster Clint, flirting over baked goods Summary: Clint wreaks havoc in Bucky's kitchen, and Darcy helps to conquer a very large block of chocolate. Word Count: 1689 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740285209867583488/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: Cupcakes and Kisses - Chapter 12: Bucky's Birthday Present Author: rebelmeg Card #: MRP-084 Square Filled: B2: image of Bucky Pairing: Bucky/Darcy, Jane & Darcy, Bucky & Clint, Jane/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: bakery au, fluff and humor, flirting over baked goods, Bucky's birthday Summary: Darcy tries to think of what to get Bucky for his birthday, Jane is unhelpful, Thor is very helpful, and Clint is her partner in actual crime. Word Count: 2028 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/rebelmeg/740550507239768064/cupcakes-and-kisses-chapter-1-rebelmeg?source=share

Title: The Long-Ass Walk of Shame Author: Blizzard_Fire Card #: MRP-032 Square Filled: G5: "Borrowing" The Significant Other's Clothes Pairing: Hela/Jennifer Walters Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Morning after, humour Summary: There’s only one downside to hot sex with an Asgardian goddess. Word Count: 1044 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52890901

Title: A little treehouse Author: Esteicy Card #: MRP-092 Square Filled: G1: Meeting in a treehouse Pairing: Jean Grey x Wanda Maximoff Rating: Gen Major Tags/Warnings: n/a Summary: Wanda finds a treehouse in the forest; inside she meets someone special. Word Count: 693 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53865802

Title: what doesn't kill us Author: Xenomorphic Card #: MRP-086 Square Filled: I2: Mission ends bloody but successful Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Thunderbolts team, Bucky Barnes/John Walker/Sam Wilson Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Summary: Five times Bucky looks after his team and one time he lets someone else take care of him. Word Count: 9K Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54242446

Title: a shadow among shadows Author: Xenomorphic Card #: MRP-086 Square Filled: I4: Ghostly Chill Pairing: Bucky Barnes/John Walker Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Summary: He really wishes he was normal sometimes, normaler. At least Bucky’s in a similar wavelength of messed up, take some lose some and all that bullshit. Word Count: 5K Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54254146

Title: Cuddles Author: mikeyp16 Card #: MRP-095 Square Filled: I3: Cuddling Pairing: Captain America / Wolverine Rating: Gen Major Tags/Warnings: Summary: Word Count: Artwork Link: https://www.tumblr.com/mikeyp16/742861391808036865/first-time-joining-a-fandom-bingo-specifically?source=share

Title: Cost Author: Annie/Nekoannie-chan/SharlotteMayfair Card #: MRP-066 Square Filled: B1: Short term gains at a long term cost Pairing: Steve Rogers & Clarice Fong (Friends) Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Mention of betrayal Summary: Steve asked Clarice for help. Word Count: 556 Link: https://nekoannie-chan.tumblr.com/post/745469836561350656/cost

Title: In the land of gods and monsters Author: Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: B2: That’ll never happen again Pairing: Bruce Banner/Thor, Hulk/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Established Loki/Tony Stark, Established Bruce Banner/Thor, Minor Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Jotunn | Frost Giant, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Implied/Referenced Sex, Humor, Sexual Humor Summary: When three rogue Frost Giants show up in Central Park, turn it into a mini and temporary Jotunheim, Thor and Tony do their part in the fight by encouraging their boyfriends...by ogling and thirsty commentary. Word Count: 1289 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55313029

Title: Common Ground Author: scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: Adopted: Mood board/Enemies to Lovers/Hurt Comfort Pairing: Emma Frost/Erik Lehnsherr Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Warnings: Enemies to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Sexual Content, Handcuffs, Hurt/Comfort, Movie: X-Men: First Class (2011), Post-Movie: X-Men: First Class (2011), Canon Divergence - Post-Movie: X-Men: First Class (2011), Mood Board, Light Dom/sub, Past Abuse, Healing Summary: After Erik rescued Emma from the compound Shaw left her to rot in, she and Erik formed an alliance and gained a deeper understanding of one another that brought them closer in forming a different kind of bond between them. Word Count: 3036 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55358851

Title: Happily Ever After Author: scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: N2: Three Times a Bridesmaid/Hallmark Romance Pairing: Kate Bishop/Peter Parker Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: N/A Summary: Wealthy socialite Kate Bishop has always been blessed with good fortune when it comes to helping her friends find their happily ever after. As one of New York City’s top elite, Kate has tried to break outside of her mother’s shell to make a name for herself. She’s as helped countless childhood friends find their way to happily ever after, but with so much time spent on building everyone else’s happily ever after Kate’s ignored her own need for romance in favor of building up her reputation as the premiere wedding planner in the city, working her way to the top. Word Count: N/A Link: https://www.tumblr.com/scottxlogan/748430600610906112/kate-bishoppeter-parker-marvel-rare-pair-bingo?source=share

Title: City Dreams Author: scottxlogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: I3: Soulmate AU/Diner AU Pairing: Pepper Potts/Bruce Banner Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: romance, angst, soulmates Summary: Pepper Potts and Bruce Banner are soulmates destined to find one another, but when their initial romance crumbles to pieces it takes them 20 years to find their way back to one another and the love they lost as they both work to build new beginnings together. Word Count: N/A Link: https://www.tumblr.com/scottxlogan/748437190687735808/this-moodboard-and-summary-was-written-for-the?source=share

Title: Love and Hunger Author: Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: N5: Shoulder Bites (Mood Board Madness Fill (Horror Movie & Hallmark Romance)) Pairing: Loki/Bucky Barnes Rating: Mature Major Tags/Warnings: Horror themes, blood, cannibalism, vampirism, Cannibal Bucky, Vampire Loki, blood drinking, military experimentation, descriptions of violence, descriptions of war, descriptions of bloody battles, potential torture, humor, horror and humor, romance, fluff, monsters in love Summary: After military experiments that left James with super soldier abilities and cannibalistic hunger, he's felt like an outsider, even around his best friend. When the internet allows him to interact with others with strange needs, he finally meets Loki, someone who may well be the answer to his two biggest problems: loneliness and what to do with all that blood. Word Count: 953 (concept write-up) Link: https://www.tumblr.com/mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea/748421590079946752/more-mood-board-madness

Title: Rainy Days and Mondays Author: Wolfsheart Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: B5: Kissing in the Rain Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Thor Rating: Teen Major Tags/Warnings: Mood Board, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Darcy Lewis Feels, Thor Needs a Hug (Marvel), First Kiss, Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Fluff, Romantic FluffSummary: Stuck in a café while it's pissing down rain outside, Darcy spots a familiar face coming in her direction. She and Thor have a surprise reunion, and they connect over dinner. When it's time to say goodnight and go their separate ways, neither of them really want to. Word Count: 1819 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55411420

11 notes · View notes

lunarbuck · 7 months

Text

Kinktober Week 1: Table/Threesome/Sensory Dep

header by @jen-with-a-pen

Pairing: Stucky x f!reader (any race)

WC: 1.4k

Prompt: Table sex/threesome/sensory deprivation

Warnings: blindfold, ear plugs, gag, oral (m and f receiving), smut (p in v), threesome, pet names [princess]

a/n: I refuse to apologize for how much stucky y’all are gonna see this month 😤 not beta’d, all mistakes are my own

my masterlist | kinktober masterlist | @lunarbucklibrary

“Okay, show me again,” Bucky instructs, watching your face carefully. You pick up the dog trainer clicker and run the pad of your thumb over the button.

Click. “One click for good or green, two for slow down or yellow, three for red. Stop.” Bucky glances at Steve, catching him grinning down at you. This is a big moment for the three of you; it means so much to them that you’d trust them enough with this. To let them push your boundaries and test your limits.

“And we’ll do check-ins by tapping you here,” Steve says, reaching out to your wrist and pressing on the sensitive skin on the inside of your arm. “Are you ready?” You nod, clicking the button once.

Bucky takes a deep breath, then he and Steve begin moving in unison. While Steve helps you press the plugs into your ears, Bucky wraps the blindfold over your eyes, tying it at the back of your head. Together, they secure a soft gag in your mouth. If you try hard enough, you know you can get it loose, but it’ll take a lot of effort.

When they’re done, you can’t see or hear a thing. Perched on the dinner table and dressed only in your panties and a bra, you suddenly feel incredibly exposed. You can feel the moment they step away from you, losing the heat of their bodies.

Suddenly, hands cup your cheeks, tipping your face up. Lips connect with your forehead, and you know Steve is kissing you. His usual soft demeanor is slipping, excitement bleeding into his actions, and you drink it all in.

Metal fingers trace down your arm, sending shivers down your spine. Bucky undoes the clasp of your bra and tugs the garment off your body. His hands cup your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. The difference in temperature between flesh and metal heightens the pleasure, and you feel a whimper escape your lips.

You’ve seen Bucky and Steve work together enough that you know they’re exchanging glances, guiding each other to find a way to draw the most pleasure out of you. They work in tandem, so in synch, you sometimes think they can read each other’s thoughts.

Lips trail down your neck to your tits. A tongue swirls around your nipple before teeth graze over the bud. You gasp, arching against the cool wood of the table. Those teeth continue their descent, dragging over your stomach before latching on to your panties and tugging them down your legs.

You can tell it’s Steve as he settles between your thighs, his familiar bulk warming you. You can practically feel his eyes as they roam over your exposed pussy, and you arch for him, silently begging for him to give you what you want.

Steve drags his tongue up your pussy before pressing it against your clit, causing you to moan, the vibration rattling your chest. Metal fingers tap on the inside of your wrist, asking for a check-in.

You press the button in your fingers and nod, a smile tugging at your lips. Bucky taps again, confirming that he knows you’re okay before letting his hand trail across your body to your neck. He wraps those fingers around the column of your throat and squeezes gently, just enough to give you a taste. He withdraws and comes back a moment later, shifting the gag to drag the head of his cock against your lips. You open wide, taking him in hungrily, and let him use your mouth.

Steve eats you out in earnest while Bucky fucks your mouth, and all you can do is hold on to the table as tightly as you can. Without being able to see and hear, your other senses are dialed up to 1000. You know you’re making noises; you can feel them leaving your body in heavy breaths and whimpers, but the fact that you can’t hear them is so strange.

You run your tongue along the soft skin of Bucky’s dick and relish the salty taste of him. He hits the back of your throat, and you can nearly hear the groan he releases at the feeling.

Bucky angles your head so you take him even deeper as Steve drives you right to the edge of an orgasm. Your fingers tangle in Steve’s hair, keeping him right where you want him, and Bucky’s hand squeezes your throat.

Steve hooks his arms around your legs, pressing his hands down on your lower belly as you come. You shake in his hold, arching against the table. Bucky’s grip on you eases, but he keeps fucking your mouth as you come down from the high. You can tell he’s close by the way his hips stutter and lose their rhythm, so you try to relax even more for him, taking more of his cock into your throat. He’s big, so it’s no easy feat, but you feel incredible knowing that you’re making him come undone. You’re the one making him feel so good.

You can imagine the way Bucky is probably grinding his jaw, the way he’s probably wound so tight, ready to snap. He shudders and comes, filling your throat and mouth. You do your best to swallow what you can, but you can feel some leaking out the side of your mouth and down your cheek as he pulls out. Bucky’s calloused thumb swipes along your face and presses against your lips so you lick his finger clean. Once he’s satisfied, Bucky puts the gag back in place.

Another tap to your wrist, this time from Steve, pulls your attention back, and you grab the clicker, pressing the button once. He acknowledges the check-in before grasping your hips and flipping you over. He pulls you to the edge of the table, your legs hanging over the edge, and you shiver in anticipation.

You feel Steve’s hands as they run down your back, anchoring themselves on your waist. Bucky must have moved to stand near him because his hands join in, caressing and teasing every inch of your skin. Hands hold you steady as Steve positions his cock at your entrance. Normally, he’d be whispering sweet, filthy words in your ear, and you’re sure he’s still saying it all even though you can’t hear him.

He sinks inside of you slowly, inch by inch. You try to wiggle back against him to take more of him, but Bucky holds you down, halting your movements. Steve takes his time, pulling out slightly before giving you another inch. It’s agonizing, tortuous. When he’s finally fully inside of you, you writhe against Bucky’s hold, begging for Steve to end his tormenting and just fuck you.

You know you’re begging. You know they’re probably grinning ear to ear at the sound of those wanton whimpers muffled by the gag. They’ve always loved to hear you beg, and it seems to do the trick.

Steve pulls all the way out before slamming back inside of you, making your hips dig into the table. The bite of pain makes you ache for pleasure, and Steve gives it to you. He gives it to you hard and fast, hitting spots inside of you that make you see stars. You know Bucky is probably teasing Steve while he fucks you, goading him on to fuck you like you deserve, and you love it.

You love the way Steve is pressing you down and making you take his cock. You love the way Bucky’s fingers slide down your ass to where you’re connected to Steve, teasing both of you at the same time. You love the way that they know exactly what you want without you having to say a single word.

Your orgasm blooms in your belly, and before you know it, the wave is crashing over you. Your legs buckle, but your two men hold you steady. You moan around the gag and shake as Steve follows you over the edge. Heat floods your pussy as he comes inside of you. When he pulls out, Bucky lifts you from the table and sits down with you in his lap.

Together, Steve and Bucky bring you back to the real world. The gag is undone, and the earplugs are plucked out. Finally, they remove the blindfold. You rub your eyes as they adjust to the light, your vision blurry and fuzzy.

“How’re you feeling, princess?” Steve asks, rubbing your back. You grin up at him and see his bright eyes shining back,

“Incredible.” Bucky kisses your cheek, and the two of them help you to the bathroom, where they run a bath. Never in your life have you trusted someone enough to take away your senses and control, but Bucky and Steve are just so… different. They make you feel so safe, so protected. You can’t wait to see what the three of you try next.

I am discontinuing my taglist. Follow my library blog @lunarbucklibrary and turn on notifications to be notified everytime I post new writing!! Must be 18+

#Jane’s writing #kinktober 2023 #fawktober2023 #stucky x you #stucky x female reader #stucky x reader #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky barnes x female reader #steve rogers x female reader #Bucky Barnes fic #Steve Rogers fic #marvel fic #captain America

640 notes · View notes

jackelated · 7 months

Text

I made a slideshow about fighting my favorite characters (long)

35 notes · View notes

pascaloverx · 1 month

Text

Forbidden Romance (+18)

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author. This chapter has adult content (smut). Minors do not read or interact with this fanfic.

chapter four chapter six

Chapter Five

The next day, you feel the weight, the weight of being practically engaged to Prince Steve, of having broken up with Thor, and mostly of having drunk too much alcohol. You get up, preparing your bathtub for a bath. You take advantage of your last moments of privacy. Or so you thought, until you hear someone knocking on your door.

"Who is it?" You ask as you take off your sleepwear and get into the bathtub.

"Your future husband." Says Steve from behind his bedroom door. It would be inappropriate to be seen alone with him. But you're far from adequate anyway.

"Come in, future husband." You decide to say this in the hope that he will come to you.

"Do you think it's appropriate?" He asks without even entering your room. You smile softly thinking that if it was Thor on the other side of the door, he would already be inside your room and more specifically inside you.

"You're the prince here. Tell me what you think?" You say, passing the soap over your body gently. He then enters your room, closing the door behind him, you can hear him hesitate a little to get close to you.

"You didn't tell me you were busy." Steve says as he sits on the edge of your bed. You move your hands over your body while he watches you.

"Prince. You want to marry me, then let's be honest with each other. I'm not the type to be shy in situations like this. If I asked you to come in, it's because I don't consider what I'm doing now, something I can't do in front of you." You say, still bathing while Steve seems to want to understand you. He must be intrigued. Perhaps in his kingdom, there is not so much sincerity or debauchery.

"Since we're being honest, can I join you?" He says pointing to the bathtub. You smile, while shaking your head positively. Minutes later, Steve was naked. It even surprised you how quickly he took off his clothes. He then got into the bathtub, while groaning a little from the temperature of the water.

"Sorry for not letting you know, I usually take colder showers than normal for royalty. If you want, I can go get more hot water." You say as you approach Steve.

"Can you hug me? I think I'll feel warmer this way." Prince Steve speaks shyly and you get even closer, hugging his naked body. His body was a little sensitive, you felt him shiver when you got closer. However his penis seemed to be excited by your presence.

"Can I ask you a personal question, given the fact that we are so close?" You ask as you hold Steve tight against your body.

"You can." He speaks close to your ear while resting his head on your shoulder.

"Does it bother you that I had a relationship with Thor before?" You speak and he sighs.

"No. I don't care. In fact I may be embarrassed right now but I also have my affairs. Even Barnes and I were involved." Steve speaks casually while holding your waist, making you feel lighter while you're in the bathtub.

"I sensed an atmosphere between you two. I must admit, I thought about having something with Barnes but I always thought he didn't know how to be casual." You say, approaching Steve, feeling his penis rub against your pussy. You let out a low moan feeling your body tense.

"Do you think we can be casual? Leaving aside the fact that I will be your husband, of course. You will not be obligated to do anything. If you want, we can only interact with the intention of producing an heir." Steve speaks assertively and you just move getting on top of him, making the edge of his member enter you a little.

"My heart, Your Highness, is busy. But my body and mind are available. You will have a place by my side as long as you know how to value me. Are we understood?" You talk going up and down Steve's lap, feeling him slowly enter and exit you. You both moan as you cling to each other subtly. Until then, neither of you had kissed the other. Just thrusts of him inside you while you hold him against your body. Which was delicious. And slow, oddly enough.

"I'll show you that I know how to value you better than anyone else." He speaks close to his face as he thrusts into you faster. You can't concentrate on the conversation but he manages to concentrate enough to capture Steve's lips on your lips. You kiss him passionately as you hold him closer to you, feeling your orgasm coming. Steve looks like he's going to explode as he practically swallows your lips. Minutes later you and him cum while kissing.

“You are promising, Your Highness. I have to admit." You say as you feel his body under yours, he seems tired.

"Now I definitely don't know why Thor didn't make you Queen." He speaks and then laughs a little. You kiss his neck, and then help him take a shower properly. You get out of the shower soon after and get ready, as later you will formally announce the marriage to King Odin.

"Your Highness, I recommend that you prepare yourself, we will have a busy day today." You say, kissing Steve softly on the lips and opening the door to his room so he can leave. Unfortunately for the two of you, Thor is standing in front of your bedroom door.

"I thought it would take you longer to get over me." Thor says as he watches you and Steve. It's obvious that he knows that you guys have sex.

"If you came here to complain, I suggest you look for someone interested in listening to you." You say responding seriously to Thor. Steve remains by your side, as if he had your back.

"I might add that I don't think it's appropriate to discuss this here." Steve says looking firmly at Thor who seems very uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, Rogers. I only came here because it is essential for you to know that King Odin is ill. His immediate rest has been requested and I as primary heir to the crown, will be replacing him in his duties as King." Thor says looking at you and Steve. There is a certain sadness and superiority in his eyes.

"I will lend my support to the King. Be well, my bride. And my condolences Thor, I hope your father recovers soon." Steve says kissing his forehead and quickly going to the King. Thor continued looking at you. You wanted to ignore him and went ahead to see but you couldn't. You hugged him instead. You knew that Odin was very important to him.

"I will forgive your betrayal because I understand that you are hurt. But know that if it depends on me, no man, no matter if he is a Prince or King, will marry you. You are mine. Don't forget that." Thor says as he hugs you and you feel heavy in his arms. It seems like it will be harder than you thought marry Prince Steve.

17 notes · View notes

real-jane · 1 year

Text

drifting (epilogue)

[cw!bucky barnes x female!reader]

summary: bucky saves the life of a woman when she’s buried in an avalanche. faced with the possibility that his cover might be blown, bucky must keep the woman alive, and try to keep her from finding out who he is… or what he’s done.

how long can he hide?

warnings: softness.

word count: 1.6K+

a/n: here's the end, my loves. It has been very hard for me to say goodbye. but i think this will do it. thank you for loving my little story of healing.

series masterlist

___

She reaches for the ember before she can second guess it; the glowing debris is flicked from the fire and it lands with a fizzling hiss on Bucky’s hair, which is damp with sweat.

The moment her skin makes contact–heat. She bites back the pain, desperate not to make a sound and break the meditative trance Ayo left him in some time ago. Hours, at least. The last of his triggers finally… deactivated.

Six months in Wakanda, four inches of growth to Bucky’s hair, countless failed attempts to strip the mind control from his synapses without wiping away the frightened boy beneath it all, and here he sits. Between her knees, against a log. Slumped back with his eyes shut, head pillowed into the crook of her neck. His eyes are swollen from tears which he cannot stop.

But he’s free.

He crawled into Y/n’s arms the moment Ayo proved that his trigger words no longer had a hold on him. More than anything, Y/n wept because he did. Seeing Bucky so thankful and free, and emotionally laid bare… it cracked her open.

She’s happy to hold him close, even though he needs to eat or sleep, or bathe (all of those things for the first time in days). But her hand aches from the white-hot burn on her palm, and she whimpers without realizing it.

Bucky stiffens in her arms. Without saying anything, he tilts his head up with a frown. In the glow of the fire, his eyes look more green than blue, and there’s no mistaking the shock of red veining from crying, but Bucky still focuses as best as he can on her face.

“You had a piece of ash,” she murmurs. She inspects the surface of her palm. Sure enough, there is an angry welt at the base of her ring finger. Bucky cradles her hand in his. He sniffs, as if he can’t properly inspect her with a runny nose. He makes a disgruntled sound in the back of his throat.

“‘M alright.”

He shakes his head faintly. “It’s bad.” Bucky’s voice is raw and scratchy, but his tone is firm. “It’ll blister.”

“It can wait–”

Bucky growls, which stops them both in their tracks. His expression shifts from frustration to… amusement. He chuckles, and clears his throat. “Don’t know what that was.”

“Caveman,” she teases softly. He squeezes her wrist.

“That was Gandalf,” he says.

She huffs. “Right. My mistake.”

Bucky turns, so his body is angled towards hers. He allows her to tug at the blanket beneath him, which he had long abandoned in the aftermath of his success. She watches him drape the blanket over his legs when the wind brings the evening breeze rushing through the small grove of banyan trees. She wants to tell him how proud she is. She knew he could do it. He’s so strong. James Barnes prevailed. But she can’t make any of those words come out. Nobody prepared them for what to do after. Maybe they’re supposed to sit in the Wakandan wilderness until they sprout roots.

“Nat took me for burgers,” she remembers under her breath. Bucky glances up at her again, despite diligently studying her burn mark. “When I got home.”

“Hmm,” he says.

“America was too loud. Still is,” she says. “But freshly deprogrammed? I wanted a burger. For all the wonders of Wakanda, they haven’t yet gotten a Five Guys.” He raised an eyebrow. She scoffed. “I lost you.”

“It’s a burger joint?”

“I’ll make Steve bring us takeout next time he comes.”

“Or we could go ourselves…” he trails off.

Y/n swallows hard. “Jamie…” How do you tell a man that you’ve been making plans for his future, without him? “Do you like it here?”

He shakes his head, but Bucky’s mouth curls up at the corners. “More than I expected to.”

“Do you remember saying we could go away again, when all of this was over? I’ve, um. While you’ve been with Shuri and Ayo, I sort of took on a project. I should’ve told you sooner, but you needed to focus. But I want to tell you so bad… I’m rambling–”

“You barely started.” Bucky tilts her chin so she’ll look him in the eye. “What did you do, doll?”

She breathes out slowly. “I found us a place. Ramonda did, but I like it. It’s small. Smaller than the cabin–I don’t know, I think it will be fine. There’s plenty of space around it so we don’t have to be crammed together all the time, but. The fence is sound, so there is ample room to have goats–Ramonda keeps saying chickens but they’re so messy. I don’t want our lives to be covered in chicken shit. But there’s two trees, and it’s definitely good for a hammock. If you want. And I think it’s really nice. For us. If you want to, Jamie–”

“Doll,” he says with a light laugh. “You’re so worried, you’re making me nervous.”

“You want this, right?”

“Mm. That’s what you’re worried about?”

“Jamie…” she laughs, a mix of exasperation and love. “That’s just about the only thought I can make sense of, these days. So. I wanna know what you want.”

Bucky sighs. “We don’t need to rush the next step, you know? I know you’ve got muscles as twitchy as mine, but we aren’t living on borrowed time anymore.”

“Sorry,” she breathes. “I’m–”

“You’re here. That is what I want.” He kisses her gently. “I have one more thing I have to do, and then we’ll decide what’s next.”

“Yes.”

“Do you think you can be patient for seventy-two hours?” The smile at the corner of his lips is so soft that she can’t help but worry her lips over the curve. It’s a place he’s eventually going to wear a wrinkle, because she’s going to make sure he smiles like that every day of the rest of his life.

She’s known about this last phase of his journey in Wakanda because she did the same thing herself. He has to go recalibrate out in the elements, T’challa reminded her, gently. The king has deferred months of inquiry from the US government regarding his fugitive. Bucky will be safer out in the Wakandan back country than walking down a New York City street, so what’s three more days?

“Yes,” she peeps.

He chuckles. “Liar.”

“Do you have to leave right this second?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Not until the coals go out.”

“Okay.”

“Tell me about this house,” he says, resting her upturned hand on her knee. As she gives him a rundown of the property, he tends to her wound, only half-listening to the story of forever she’s built for them both.

He sneaks in behind her as she washes dishes in the small sink basin. Whether or not she realizes he is there is moot; after three days wandering the wild, the thing that had brought him back to himself was the faint scent of her favorite lilac soap on the edge of a breeze… which lead him right to the door of what might generously be called a house, but which he hopes to call ‘home’. He leans against the wall, which has been painted a lovely shade of teal, and watches her.

Three days was an eternity without her.

No, it was longer–months, even, but he wasn’t himself. She floated on the periphery of his heart the entire time, his true north as he fought through the triggers of the Winter Soldier–but it wasn’t until his final night with Ayo by the fire that he had his sweet woman by his side again. A permanent fixture of his third chance at life.

In a lot of ways, Bucky is forever twenty-four. He certainly feels it, with a body charged in renewal. But then again… hasn’t he always felt that way with her?

Long before the avalanche dropped her on his doorstep, back when he had nothing to live for but his next orders, there she was. He remembers it all. The light on her cheeks through the yellow fogged windows, meant to allow sunlight but not observation from the world outside–Moscovian light, which was harsh on buildings and soft on snow. And cheeks, which his lips and fingers tingled to explore even before he knew why.

That song–she has hummed it for years. She hums it now without realizing, because it’s just one of those things ingrained in the fiber of her being. She’s a tapestry of precious threads, shot through with gold filament of tenderness. Instead of fear at the thought of how he might harm her… all that rests on Bucky’s mind is that this house is theirs. Back in the cabin, on the desolate mountain, he wanted it… but he couldn’t give her this without facing his demons. Instead, she held hands with the devil himself, with Soldat, and she made the world technicolor again.

Yes, he wants this. Even if it’s covered in chicken shit and baby goats, and even if they fight every moment, and even if they get bit to high heaven by mosquitos all summer, it is still paradise compared to where they came from.

He takes a measured step forward, but his foot on the soft rug makes a sound which startles her and she turns, hands doused in suds up to the elbows. But she smiles, and there is not one thing better than the way her eyes light up.

That is his home. Wherever those eyes go, whatever they see, he’ll share it. As long as he can wake up next to her.

“Hi, baby,” she whispers.

Bucky’s face exercises the full range of his muscles in one go–smiling brighter than he ever thought himself capable.

“I’m home,” he murmurs.

***

Thank you so much for reading! :)

tag list: @peterhollandkait @abitgryffindorky @hogwartsahist0ry @idgafiamallthefandoms @mysticatto @im-just-star-dust @light-through-stained-glass @ginger-swag-rapunzel @sanguineterrain @honeywithemoney @nahthanks @lalalaloki @themorningsunshine @mumbles411 @slutforsexyseabass @eloiseishere @foreverindreamlandd @thornsnvultures

kate’s masterlist - my bucky barnes masterlist

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x f!reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky x reader #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #drifting by real-jane #drifting

79 notes · View notes