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2023 𝙗𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 3

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All of them are COMPLETE Series.

1. Galavano by @ichorai

Bucky x Reader

a series that follows the hero galvano through the events of the mcu!

2. Time (D)rift by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Dark!Bucky x Reader Apocalypse AU

The end has come and gone as you keep waiting for your own.

3. Uncontrollable by @fictional-affairs

Bucky x Widow!Reader

The year is 1992. The Winter Soldier is under HYDRA’s control, and the Red Widow is under Dreykov’s control, but when they find out their organizations are working together to have them kill each other, they decide to make a deal.

4. The Lake House by @rustytricycle

Dark!Bucky x Dark!Reader

You decide to spend the summer before Freshman year of college with two of your girlfriends at one of their parents’ lake house. It turns out that Captain America and his two best friends are staying next door. Bucky thinks you might be his perfect girl. But are you too perfect?

5. turn a blind eye by @sergeantxrogers

Bucky x Reader

The Winter Soldier was cold. Brutal. Unflinching. A machine formulated to comply. Bucky Barnes was the sun warming your skin, your happy pill. Loving him was like bittersweet liquor, sickeningly sweet when you sip, harsh and burning when you swallow.

6. Rooftop Sessions by @forever-rogue

Bucky x Therapist!Reader

Y/N is a therapist that works with war veterans that ends up meeting a mysterious stranger who asks for her help.

7. it’s all fun and games, until you catch feelings by @prettyyoungtragedy

Bucky x Reader

You’re pining after Steve and Bucky is pining after Nat, what better way to distract yourself from those two perfect humans than to distract yourselves with each other?! Fuck buddies it is then.

8. oh my delightful heart by @prettyyoungtragedy

Sequel to it’s all fun and games

Bucky Barnes is the sweetest dumbest most adoring boyfriend any girl could ever ask for...

9. Follow My Lead by @ciarawritesmarvel ✨

Bucky x Reader

You and your new friend Wanda are enjoying a day together at the Avengers Tower, her giving you a tour around the place when you both run into the infamous Bucky Barnes. Moments later, he’s introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend and placing a kiss on your temple and you’re not sure you’ve ever been so confused in your life.

10. The Maid of Mr. Barnes by @disasterofastory

Mob!Bucky x Reader

You get a job as Mr. Barnes's maid. You heard about the notorious gangster, but since you desperately need money and a place to live, you are not in a position to be picky.

11. Guiding Light by @wkemeup ✨

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Get the intel and go home. Until everything goes wrong and you’re taken captive by Hydra. While you struggle to stay alive and hold your sanity, Bucky begins to lose himself to a darkness and gives into the soldier because he doesn’t know how to breathe without you. Not until he brings you home. If he even can.

12. Home | Better by @softlyspector ✨

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Bucky comes home from his second tour overseas, after a long time away from the reader.

13. Mad For You by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Nat hosts a costume masquerade. Bucky meets the Alice to his Hatter. Shenanigans ensue.

14. Sanguis Sanguinis Mei by @captainscanadian

Vampire!Bucky x Vampire!Reader

It took Bucky Barnes two centuries with the blood of his blood to realize how much he loved her. This is their story.

15. Another World by @sinner-as-saint

Alien!Bucky x Reader

In a futuristic world - a millennium from now, you and your team rescue and care for stranded and hurt otherworldly beings; who are held captive and kept on Earth against their wills. You save them from the bad guys who exploit them. You help them adjust to your planet’s life, and give them their freedom back. Then one day, while on a rescue mission, you come across a human-like extraterrestrial being; in a cryogenic chamber, with a missing arm. And nothing is ever the same again…

16. Picking Up The Pieces by @gogolucky13

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Bucky chooses to stay in his tumultuous relationship knowing you’ll be there to pick up the pieces, until finally you’re not.

17. Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes ✨

Knight!Alpha!Bucky x Queen!Omega!Reader

For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home. One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.

18. The Escaped Bride by @marvelouslytrekking

Pirate!Bucky x Reader

Being forced to marry someone was not something you wanted, but when it turns out that it is to your best friend, who you secretly loved, things weren’t so bad. Unfortunately, good things don’t seem to last and when the worst happens, you refuse to sit around and be miserable. Will you find true love again, or will your life be turned upside down?

19. Plot Twist by @winterarmyy

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

An arranged marriage with mafia!bucky.

20. The Road Goes Ever On and On by @rocketrhap3000 ✨

Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.

21. you’re my desire by @marvelouslizzie & @notafunkiller

40s!Bucky x Reader

Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers’ date but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes’ arms.

22. Death Do Us Part by @sgtjbuccky ✨

God Of Death!Bucky x Mortal!Reader

For centuries, the God of Death had known two things about mortals. One, they were his job, his to collect when their days came to an end, and two, they were obnoxiously odd beings. Their purpose ceased to make sense to him. Never did he understand why they created a life for themselves, why they loved, why they loved other mortals when they knew that none of it would last forever. It was nothing but sheer stupidity, but that was until he met you. A mortal unlike any other. A mortal that would make him question everything. A mortal that would teach the God of Death how to live.

23. Lost In Each Other by @majestyeverlasting ✨

Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader

For Bucky, one of the best things to come home to is family. Especially after a day at work. So he's pleasantly surprised when you want to show him a new dress after dinner one night. And it just so happens that little Eden and Jamie find a way to work themselves into the equation. But it all makes for good fun and memories you will never forget.

24. Fight For Me by @littleseasiren

Bucky x Reader

After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Battered Women's Home, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you've ever met. He thinks you're too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

25. call me baby by @cherryrogers ✨

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Returning to Brooklyn for the summer after a year of travelling from city to city, you hadn’t expected to find your best friend, Peggy Carter, hopelessly in love with a biker, and when she decided to introduce you to the rest of his club, you hadn’t expected to fall for one either — that was until you met one with pretty eyes and a habit of calling you baby.

26. Static Verse by @theconstantsidekick ✨

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Tony Stark's sister's a fucking badass, codename—Static. Here's her story through the MCU.

27. Bygone by @borntobewondering

Bucky x Reader

You and Peter get sent back in time, and you fall in love with someone unexpected.

28. Clockwork by @aries-writingblog ✨

Bucky x Reader

Bucky has moved on. He’s found a place in the new world of the 21st Century. Found peace. But the past is always half a step behind him, waiting to snatch him backwards- like clockwork.

29. Deny the truth, set the world on fire by @lizatill

Bucky x Reader, Dark!Winter Soldier x Reader

He knew that she was having an affair...she denies, but the love marks on her body are still there. She can't tell him the truth, it will break him - the Winter Soldier is indeed inside of him, fucking her at night and Bucky doesn't remember.

30. Carnations by @viollettes

Bucky x Reader College AU

It’s a simple concept: Students can buy flowers for each other at the carnation sale. Red flowers are for love, pink flowers are for friendship, and white flowers are for expressing secret admiration. A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

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dark-roleplay-finder · 9 months

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Hi everyone! My name is Amber and I’m 18 years old. My pronouns are she/her and it’s been a while since I’ve done one of these but I’ve rewatched all the Harry Potter movies and I’m kinda obsessed all over again. So long story short I’m just looking for some fellow Harry Potter roleplayers! I’m just craving to write pls someone😭😩 I’ve got so many ideas in my head and they won’t go away ahhaha.

I write on discord and I usually go past/ up to the 2,000 word limit on there! I’m detailed and add characterisation and detail to all the characters I play. I can play multiple characters and I’m comfortable with almost everything! I like writing smut but it’s not necessary, and I prefer dark themes but I also love fluff, angst ect ect. I love talking about our characters and sending things that make us think about our characters back and forth. I’m Oc friendly and love Oc x cc! I only double up as I am able to write more that way and the rp doesn’t die out that way. I also love having multiple threads but it’s not necessary!! Other things I absolutely love are stranger things, Harry styles, don’t worry darling, fresh, marvel and so many other things! Those are also the other fandoms I’m willing to do but there are more so feel free to ask if you want! I’d also love for someone to play draco for me but I’d also be willing to play draco for you too!

Here are the fandoms I do and the characters I’m comfortable with playing- they’ll be in bold and the ones I’m most interested in playing will have a star next to them:

Harry Potter: Fred Weasley*, George Weasley*, Cedric diggory*, Tom riddle*, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, ginny Weasley, Hermione granger, Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix, neville longbottom, Seamus and many more!

Marvel: Tony stark, Steve Rogers*, Bucky barnes*, the winter soldier* Clint, Bruce banner, Thor, Loki*, Peter Parker, Wanda, Natasha and many more!

Stranger things: Henry creel/001, Vecna*, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson*, Billy Hargrove*, Nancy wheeler, Mike wheeler, will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Jason carver, Chrissy Cunningham, eleven, argyle, Jonathan Byers, Jim hopper and lots more!

Don’t worry darling: Jack chambers, Frank, Alice

Fresh: Steve, noa

The walking dead: Rick grimes, Shane Walsh, Carl grimes, Negan, Dwight, Abraham, Glenn, Maggie, Beth and tons more!

I also do celebs and everything! If any of this interests you feel free to like this post and I’ll get back to you!! Thank you so much!(:

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

#roleplay #roleplay ad #1x1 rp #dead dove roleplay #18+ rp #literate rp #harry potter rp #double up rp #marvel rp #stranger things rp #don’t worry darling rp #fresh rp #the walking dead rp

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notyetneedcoffee-posting · 1 year

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Kicking Up Dust - Part 8

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW - Smutty times!

A/N: Takes place after ‘Falcon and the Winter Soldier’ with one major exception - Steve Rogers is not dead. He stepped down. This is in line with my Crossroads story. There will also be a parallel Steve story coming.

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Part 7 or Master List

You sat at the kitchen table, reading through the file the trustee company copied for you. There wasn’t much. The documents were copies of copies of copies which made them difficult to read. Unfortunately, other than identifying the trustee and the ‘transfer of the real property and all items found within’ upon the death of Alice Lewis, you didn’t see anything useful.

“So,” you called out to Bucky, who tapped away on your laptop. “Your sister’s husband’s brother wrote up the trust so that upon the death of your sister’s husband’s brother’s wife or the death of the final surviving spouse between your sister or your sister’s husband, literally everything here was to be left undisturbed until the trustee determined otherwise.”

Bucky’s head tilted, following the family lineage as you spoke. He shook his head with a smirk. “My digging has turned up something a bit more interesting.” He pushed back a little. “Come here.”

You moved to his side. He pulled you down to sit on his legs. You’d never been one to crawl onto a boyfriend’s lap, but Bucky was so solid, and he held onto you so protectively, that it was quickly becoming your favorite place.

“Turns out the Lewis family may have had some dirty secrets of their own.” Bucky pointed to a computer readout that looked more like a spy dossier than a Google search. “They first made their money in the late 1800’s buying out local properties at low prices and selling to the railroads for a premium – not something done to that level of success without insider information and a heavy hand. Looks like they did well in businesses that were normally highly regulated. They branched out to transporting goods. I think that included booze during prohibition.”

“Are you saying they were organized crime?” You read through all of the known activities leading up to the time that Bucky’s sister moved into the house. “But didn’t Becca and Archie move because they testified against the mob?”

“I doubt Becca knew.” Buck rubbed the inside of your thigh, but his teeth pulled on his lower lip as he considered. “I wonder if the family that was giving Becca and Archie trouble in Brooklyn weren’t rivals of whomever the Lewis family was aligned with. I think they were middlemen.” He shrugged. “Maybe it provided an interesting solution to another problem.”

“What do mean?”

“At the diner, Keystone Cop referred to the house as the ‘Lewis place’ but Archie and his brother were Petersons.” You grinned at his antiquated reference. “It got me wondering about the people who lived here before Becca and her husband.”

“And?”

“Alice’s uncle Thomas lived here until ‘44. Turns out old Tommy popped up all over where there was bootleg booze to be moved.”

“Did he die in 1944?” You found yourself more interested in his storytelling than the report on the computer screen.

“Don’t know. His son went missing in action during the War and it looks like he went looking for him and never came back.”

“So, no heirs?”

“Nope. Which is why it went to Alice.”

A strange zing of excitement filled you. “Do you think there’s some lost secret in this house? Some hidden mob loot that no one knew about?”

He chuckled. “Maybe. Doubt it. I do think that the Lewis family had enough scary stories about them that over the years the locals just knew not to bother what was theirs.”

“How could Becca not know? They ran a business here for years.”

“All mobsters run businesses. There’s always a legitimate front to a criminal operation.” He huffed. “Maybe the locals thought they were burying bodies under all the trees they were growing for the nursery.” He laughed. “My sister, the wet work specialist.”

You looked mildly horrified, which made him laugh harder.

“She cried every time Steve came by with a bloody nose or a split lip. Seeing people hurt tore her up. She was the most sensitive bird you could ever meet. The thought of her working with goons like that is absurd.”

You nuzzled your face into his neck. “That cop’s reaction was weird, though.”

“Hmm…” He agreed but found the feeling of your skin against his distracting. “Maybe he and I should talk.”

“Talk?” You chuckled. “You scared the piss out of him.” The memory of him, tough face and body taunt, caused you to squirm in his lap. “Says something about me that I found it hot as hell.”

His hand wound through your hair, pulling you back enough to look at your face. “Not too often I get to defend the honor of a lady.”

As you grinned, his mouth captured yours, his warm tongue sliding along your lower lip before dancing with your own. His kisses were raw, passionate, and they turned your insides to liquid fire. You shifted around to straddle his lap, lips never leaving one another’s.

His hand slid up under your shirt, flattening against your back and pulling you tightly against his hard chest. Bucky trailed wet kisses down your neck until your shirt got in the way. A deep hum rumbled up from his throat.

“Tell me we ain’t going anywhere,” his teeth grazed your skin. “Because I really want to take you back upstairs.”

“I can’t think of anywhere we need to be.” You breathed.

A wicked grin spread across his face and he stood with you in his arms. The abnormal strength he possessed boggled your mind. You’d never had a man that so effortlessly manhandled you. Instead of feeling awkward, a sense of feeling feminine and protected washed over you. It was not something you ever expected to experience.

You wrapped your legs around Bucky’s waist as he carried you up the stairs, nearly tripping as he continued to nip at your neck. A bubble of laughter broke through the delighted little moans. “You could have set me on the table,” You giggled. “We don’t have to go upstairs.”

His hands squeezed your ass tighter. “Another time,” his voice was low and thick. “I want to see you stretched out on the sheets, all sweaty, and limp, and happy.”

All laughter left. “You’re incredible.”

He paused in the hallway, kissing you hard. You wrapped yourself around him, arms and legs. Breathing heavy, Bucky pressed his forehead against yours. “You are… fuck, Doll.” He kissed you again. “You are far too good for me.”

Falling onto the bed more than laying you back, he held you close for a moment more before crawling down. His nose found its way under the hem of your shirt. His mouth kissing the sensitive skin of your belly. Giggling, you pulled the offending fabric off to toss it on the floor.

Bucky deftly unfastened your jeans before rocking back on his heels to pull them off. Your giggles turned to laughter as he got tangled up when your jeans caught at your ankles, his overexaggerated efforts being utterly ridiculous.

His laugh joined yours as fell to his butt as he fought his way out of his own clothes. You lay back giggling because he forgot to untie his boots before pulling his jeans down. Suddenly Bucky jumped up and onto the bed, caging you between his hands and knees. You laughed when he playfully nipped your neck.

“Think I’m funny, woman?”

“Hysterical,” a squeal escaped as his fingers found sensitive spots along your ribs. The sound quickly turned to a moan as his mouth latched to your nipple. Just days prior, you’d hoped to see his smile. Now his laughter made you feel light. You felt safe in his hands. His groans and growls lit your body afire.

Bucky licked and nibbled his way down your body, settling between your thighs. The way he loved you with his mouth made you bite back words that you were too afraid to say. He cupped your ass with one hand and palmed your mound with the other so he could pull close and keep you from wiggling away from his attentive tongue until you whimpered. Your fingers wound into his dark hair as you shook with release.

Your eyes opened to the sight of Bucky licking his lips with a smile on his face. He crawled up, nuzzling your neck. As you reached to wrap your fingers around his hardness, Bucky pulled at your earlobe with his teeth.

“Roll over, beautiful,” he commanded with a rough whisper.

You turned onto your stomach, still trapped under him. You felt him sweep aside your hair as his mouth on the nape of your neck sent shivers to your toes. His knee wedged your legs apart and you eagerly opened wide for him.

Strong fingers, flesh and metal, dug into the muscles of your back as he moved down. Taking handfuls of your ass, he lifted you onto your knees. Bucky’s fingers slid along your wet and swollen sex.

“So gorgeous.” He practically purred.

The head of his cock slid along your entrance and you leaned back, eager for the feel of him. He chuckled, pulling away and teasing again. You whined.

“You want it?”

Gripping the bedcovers tightly, you looked over your shoulder and brazenly answered. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

“God.” Bucky exhaled, pushing in. He slammed into you again. “You are,” his fingers pulled your hips to him. “The most,” you cried out at his thrusts. “Amazing woman.”

Skin slapped skin as you lost yourself to the overwhelming feeling. Heat filled your belly. The power of his grip. The smell of his skin, of sex. The sound of his moans mixing with those of your cries. You didn’t want it to stop. You felt like you would explode.

“Buck,” your head dropped to the mattress. “Bucky, oh fuck!”

His hand twisted in your hair, pulling you back until your back arched to his chest. He squeezed your tit, pinching your sensitive nipple between his fingers. His cock hit the new angle making your whole body quake.

“Come for me.” He growled in your ear.

Bucky held you tight, fucking into you hard. You let go. You gave yourself over to his hold, to the sensation, to the feeling, to him. It tightened and coiled. Your body shook. Bucky breathed heavier, hot against your neck. He began to moan, louder and louder. His body tightened, but you were the one to snap. Coming hard, you pulled him over the edge, too.

You both fell forward to collapse onto the bed, panting, sweat slicked, and boneless. Bucky’s low chuckle made you peel your eyes open. He lay stretched out beside you with his head resting on his hand. “What?”

“You’re just so…” He paused and hid his face in your shoulder. “I would keep you naked and happy all the time if I could.”

You laughed. “So, your personal sex slave, huh?”

He rolled onto his back, laughing out loud. “Sounds like it, doesn’t it? Just mean that you are so beautiful like this and I like making you happy.”

You turned to curl against him. “I am happy.”

“Good.” Bucky squeezed you tighter. “You know what I am?”

“Hmm.”

“Hungry.” Laughing, he kissed you briefly before rolling to his feet. You watched as he wiped himself off with a discarded tee shirt before pulling on a pair of sweats. “I’ll go fix something to snack on and bring it back up.”

“Then maybe a bath?”

“Yeah,” a soft smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “A bath.”

You stretched, feeling the delightful ache in your muscles as you heard him skip down the stairs. The squeak of the pantry door faintly reached your ears. Getting up you slipped on the robe you’d left hanging over the footboard of his bed.

Bucky shouted, “Stay inside!”

The front door slammed. A car engine roared.

You tied your robe closed and backed into the corner of the room, away from the window and hidden from the door. Listening carefully, you tried to remain calm.

Finally, Bucky called out from the bottom of the stairs. “Doll, it’s okay. Come down.”

You found him leaning over the kitchen counter, his hands in fists. He didn’t look up when you came in the room. His jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscles work and the cords in his neck stand out.

“What happened?” You stayed near the stairs.

“I’ll find who it was.” Bucky growled out. “I could have caught them, but didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“Who?” You whispered.

He stood straight and turned you towards the back door. A small pane of glass had a corner cut from it. “Someone was in the house.” Bucky’s voice was low, deadly. “I saw them just as they jumped in the car. I chased them down the drive, but they turned on the main street before I got close enough. Wasn’t going to leave you alone in case they left someone behind.”

The cold air blowing in through the gap in the glass caused you to shiver. At least that’s what you told yourself.

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notyetneedcoffee · 1 year

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Kicking Up Dust - Part 8

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW - Smutty times!

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Part 7 or Master List

PART 8

“What do mean?”

“And?”

“Alice’s uncle Thomas lived here until ‘44. Turns out old Tommy popped up all over where there was bootleg booze to be moved.”

“Did he die in 1944?” You found yourself more interested in his storytelling than the report on the computer screen.

“Don’t know. His son went missing in action during the War and it looks like he went looking for him and never came back.”

“So, no heirs?”

“Nope. Which is why it went to Alice.”

A strange zing of excitement filled you. “Do you think there’s some lost secret in this house? Some hidden mob loot that no one knew about?”

He chuckled. “Maybe. Doubt it. I do think that the Lewis family had enough scary stories about them that over the years the locals just knew not to bother what was theirs.”

“How could Becca not know? They ran a business here for years.”

You looked mildly horrified, which made him laugh harder.

You nuzzled your face into his neck. “That cop’s reaction was weird, though.”

“Hmm…” He agreed but found the feeling of your skin against his distracting. “Maybe he and I should talk.”

His hand wound through your hair, pulling you back enough to look at your face. “Not too often I get to defend the honor of a lady.”

“Tell me we ain’t going anywhere,” his teeth grazed your skin. “Because I really want to take you back upstairs.”

“I can’t think of anywhere we need to be.” You breathed.

His hands squeezed your ass tighter. “Another time,” his voice was low and thick. “I want to see you stretched out on the sheets, all sweaty, and limp, and happy.”

All laughter left. “You’re incredible.”

“Think I’m funny, woman?”

“Roll over, beautiful,” he commanded with a rough whisper.

Strong fingers, flesh and metal, dug into the muscles of your back as he moved down. Taking handfuls of your ass, he lifted you onto your knees. Bucky’s fingers slid along your wet and swollen sex.

“So gorgeous.” He practically purred.

The head of his cock slid along your entrance and you leaned back, eager for the feel of him. He chuckled, pulling away and teasing again. You whined.

“You want it?”

Gripping the bedcovers tightly, you looked over your shoulder and brazenly answered. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

“God.” Bucky exhaled, pushing in. He slammed into you again. “You are,” his fingers pulled your hips to him. “The most,” you cried out at his thrusts. “Amazing woman.”

“Buck,” your head dropped to the mattress. “Bucky, oh fuck!”

“Come for me.” He growled in your ear.

“You’re just so…” He paused and hid his face in your shoulder. “I would keep you naked and happy all the time if I could.”

You laughed. “So, your personal sex slave, huh?”

He rolled onto his back, laughing out loud. “Sounds like it, doesn’t it? Just mean that you are so beautiful like this and I like making you happy.”

You turned to curl against him. “I am happy.”

“Good.” Bucky squeezed you tighter. “You know what I am?”

“Hmm.”

“Then maybe a bath?”

“Yeah,” a soft smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “A bath.”

Bucky shouted, “Stay inside!”

The front door slammed. A car engine roared.

You tied your robe closed and backed into the corner of the room, away from the window and hidden from the door. Listening carefully, you tried to remain calm.

Finally, Bucky called out from the bottom of the stairs. “Doll, it’s okay. Come down.”

“What happened?” You stayed near the stairs.

“I’ll find who it was.” Bucky growled out. “I could have caught them, but didn’t want to leave you alone.”

“Who?” You whispered.

The cold air blowing in through the gap in the glass caused you to shiver. At least that’s what you told yourself.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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It All Ends In Fire & Chaos🔥💔 | A Marvel Fanfic

A being capable of spontaneous creation, and the spark that gave life to the universe. Together, they have the power to rule or annihilate the cosmos.

Follows Phase 3-4 of the MCU

Link to my Marvel Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Dr. Evelyn Alice Stark (OC)/The Eagle/Host of the Phoenix Force, Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch (platonic), Doctor Stephen Strange (implied romance), Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier (implied romance), Tony Stark (platonic/nephew), Howard Stark (Platonic/brother), Steve Rogers (platonic/best friend)—a lot of the marvel characters will be involved in this series since it take place during phase 3 & 4.

Content Warnings: angst, Mentions of death, eventual death, grief, violence, profanity. Canon divergence. Contains spoilers for WandaVision, No Way Home, and may reference DS:MOM & X-Men: Dark Phoenix. | Female OC (She/her)

Premise: Life was never easy for Evelyn Stark, sister of the world renowned weapons manufacturer Howard Stark and former protégé of Dr. Abraham Erskine. After disappearing following the end of the war, Evelyn’s life was turned 180 when she awoke in the 21st century, 60 years following capture by Hydra and the Ten Rings. Adjusting to a new reality, Evelyn faces trials and conflicts as a founding member of the Avengers—but it’s the fight against Thanos where not just her life is altered, but Evelyn herself by a unknown force taking claim to her in exchange for saving her life on Titan. Tragedy leads to grief, and grief can lead to vengence with newfound powers. Throw in another soul lost in sorrow with the abilities to bring creation and destruction and the world as they know, it will end in fire and chaos.

Link to Pinterest Board

Dark Phoenix theme by Hanz Zimmer from X-Men: Dark Phoenix

Rise of the Phoenix by John Powell from X-Men: The Last Stand

Note: Hi, I have been wanting to write this story idea for so long and I was waiting for Doctor Strange 2 to come out so I can see how Wanda was with the Darkhold corrupting her and I’m so happy with how they portrayed her. She reeked power and I was here for it. Although, I am sad they didn’t bring Sophie Turners Jean Grey/Phoenix in because that would have been one hell of a fight. So I’m gonna corporate the Phoenix/Dark Phoenix in this story because the Phoenix is one of my favorite characters in the comics and X-Men movies & just the idea of Wanda and the host coming together/fighting is very intriguing to me. I’m gonna try not to make this so so long because I’m still working on my Spider-Man prequel series but I’m feeling a lot of inspiration for this. Be sure to comment and let me know if you want to be part of the tag list.

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Chapter List (In Progress📝):

Infinity War I

Infinity War II

Endgame I

Endgame II

Endgame III

Endgame IV

Endgame V

TFATWS I

TFATWS II

No Way Home I

No Way Home II

The Scarlet Witch

The Dark Phoenix

Fire I

Fire II

Chaos I

Chaos II

Fire & Chaos I

Fire and Chaos II

It all Ends

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Tag list: @todaywasafairytale07, @ohholyaphrodite, @esposadomd, @psychomanias, @mochuchi, @avengersassemblee

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coopermorrow · 1 year

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Who I Write For

Hi! My name is Cooper and I am hoping to be a writer one day so I thought what better way of starting off than by writing about my favorite celebrities and characters? I am in many fandoms but not all, so if you don't happen to see one of your favorite celebrities or characters on my list you can still ask me to write about them and I'll do my best!

American Horror Story:

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

Nora Montgomery

Lana Winters

Kit Walker

Sister Mary Eunice McKee

Queenie

Madison Montgomery

Zoe Benson

Cordelia Goode

Misty Day

Kyle Spencer (pre and post death)

Dandy Mott

Tristan Duffy

James Patrick March

Elizabeth/The Countess

Kai Anderson

Winter Anderson

Michael Langdon

Mallory

Brooke Thompson

Xavier Plympton

Montana Duke

Harry Gardner

Slashers/Horror Characters:

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Bubba Sawyer

Vincent Sinclair

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tiffany Valentine

Baby Firefly

Doomhead

Brahms Heelshire

Darry Jenner (Jeepers Creepers)

Norman Bates (Bates Motel)

Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal)

Art the Clown

BTS:

Kim Seokjin

Min Yoongi

Jung Hoseok

Kim Namjoon

Park Jimin

Kim Taehyung

Jeon Jungkook

Jackass:

Johnny Knoxville

Steve-O

Ryan Dunn

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Rachel Wolfson

Marvel/Avengers Characters:

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Peter Parker

Natasha Romanoff

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

James "Bucky" Barnes

Bruce Banner

Wanda Maximoff

IT (2017 and 2019):

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Eddie Kaspbrak

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Patrick Hockstetter

Henry Bowers

Reginald "Belch" Huggins

Victor Criss

What's Eating Gilbert Grape:

Gilbert Grape

Arnie Grape

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ronald Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

It's Always Sunny In Philadeplphia:

Charlie Kelly

Dennis Reynolds

Deandra "Dee" Reynolds

Ronald "Mac" McDonald

The Last Of Us (show):

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Xavier Thorpe

Miscellaneous:

Javier Pena

Kevin Khatchadourian

Jay (Jay and Silent bob)

Jareth the Goblin King (The Labyrinth)

Mort Rainey

Victor Van Dort

Tarrant Hightopp/The Mad Hatter (Alice In Wonderland)

Edward Scissorhands

I will not write rape, 18+ content for underage characters, or anything where the character is another species. I will not take requests containing pedophilia, ablism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, or any other form of bigotry. Comfort imagines for things such as depression, eating disorders, and anxiety are fine as long as you do not want them to be very descriptive and/or explicit. Please make formal requests through my ask as I will not take comments as formal requests. I write for multiple genders but only smut for afab people as that is the anatomy I am most understanding of. I do take "x reader" requests. I can try to write crossovers, though I'm not too experienced with them and I do write for celebrities as well.

Requests are open now so if you do decide to make one, please include the character(s) you want and at least a small description of what you would like the plot to be. Thank you! <3

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lucidstoriabloggin · 6 months

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Fandom List!

This is long winded BUT, just a small list of fandoms that I'm familiar with and/or will post about/ or who I consider insipiration from.

Fandoms under the cut.

DC:

Peacemaker

Vigilante

Harley Quinn

Poison Ivy

Arrow

Edward Blake

Captain Boomerang

TDK

Blackguard

Javelin

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Marvel:

Moonknight/Steven Grant/Marc Spector

Daredevil/Matt Murdoch

Jessica Jones

Loki

Thor

Punisher

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Deadpool/Wade Wilson

Natasha Romamoff

Bucky Barnes

Bruce Banner

Yelena Belova

Peggy Carter

Clint Barton

Captain America

Gamora

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Anime:

Chainsaw Man

One Piece

Sailor Moon

Jujitsu Kaisen

The Way of the Househusband

Ouran Host Club

SpyxFamily

Cowboy Bebop

Hunter x Hunter

Inyuasha

Bleach

Fruits Basket

Neon Genesis Evangelion

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure

Attack On Titan

Black Butler

Hellsing

Howl’s Moving Castle

My Neighbor Totoro

Ghost In The Shell

Spirited Away

Ponyo

Kiki’s Delivery Service

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Supernatural:

Crowley

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Gabriel

Rowena

Gadreel

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Law & Order:

Olivia Benson

Elliott Stabler

John Munch

Alexandra Borja

Nina Cassidy

Mike Logan

Conni Rubarosa

Michael Cutter

Cyrus Lupo

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Blue Bloods:

Jamie Reagan

Danny Reagan

Eddie Janko

Maria Baez

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StarWars:

Han Solo

Cassian Andor

Boba Fett

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Anakin Skywalker

Padmè Amidala

Kylo Ren

Rey

Poe Damaron

Din Djarin

Jyn Erso

Bo-Katan

Ahsoka Tano

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Horror: (Characters & Films)

Evil Dead

Chucky/Tiffany

Norman Bates

Ghostface

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Carrie White

Laurie Strode

Clarice Starling

Ellen Ripley

Ed Warren

Lorraine Warren

Donnie Darko

Pearl

Stephen King (film catalog)

Halloween

Friday the 13th

Scream

Insidious

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Twilight:

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jacob

Alice Cullen

Jasper Cullen

Benjamin

Carlisle Cullen

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Harry Potter:

Hermione

Regulus Black

Sirius Black

Snape

Ron Weasley

Bellatrix Lestrange

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Professor McGonnagall

Albus Dumbledore

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Ginny Weasely

Oliver Wood

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Kdramas:

Yumi Cells 2

My Liberation Notes

A Business Proposal

Soundtrack #1

Again my Life

Boys over Flowers

Hotel De Luna

Because this is my First Life

Flower of Evil

When The Weather is Fine

Summer Strike

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What We Do In the Shadows:

Nadja

Lazslo

Nandor

Vladislav

Simon the Devious

Viago

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Mystery Science Theater 3000:

Joel

Mike

Tom & Crow

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The Walking Dead:

Negan

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Glen Rhee

Shane Walsh

Carl Grimes (SFW ONLY)

Maggie Greene

Eugene Porter

Leah Shaw

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Our Flag Means Death:

Captain Blackbeard

Stede Bonnet

Jim

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The Last of Us:

Joel

Ellie

Marlene

Tess

Riley Abel

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Resident Evil:

Ada Wong

Leon S. Kennedy

Claire Redfield

Jill Valentine

Carlos Oliveria

Ethan Winters

Ashley Graham

Lady Dimitrescu

Karl Heisenberg

Luis Sera

Albert Wesker

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Other Video Games & Characters:

Link (Breath of The Wind & Tears of the Kingdom timelines)

Zelda (Breath of The Wind & Tears of the Kingdom timelines)

Isaac Clarke (Dead Space)

Josh Washington (Until Dawn)

Mike Munroe (Until Dawn)

Sam Giddings (Until Dawn)

Rani (Elden Ring)

Melina (Elden Ring)

Sebastian (Stardew Valley)

Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Abigail (Stardew Valley)

Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines 2

Baldur’s Gate

Fatal Frame

Death Stranding

The Devil in Me

God of War Ragnarok

The Quarry

Half Life Alyx

Man of Medan

Life Is Strange

Callisto Protocol

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American Horror Story:

Dr. Ben Harmon

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker

Zoe Benson

Madison Montgomery

James Patrick March

The Countess

Xavier Plympton

(** I can also do the one off’s from the American Horror Stories anthology**)

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Castle:

Kate Beckett

Richard Castle

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Adventure Time

Fiona

Finn

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Princess Bubblegum

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XFILES:

Dana Scully

Fox Mulder

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Other TV Shows:

The Blacklist

Gilmore Girls

Black Mirror

Dr. Who

Inside Man

The Last Kingdom

Peaky Blinders

The Witcher

Wednesday

Justice League (& Justice League Unlimited)

Derry Girls

Better Call Saul

Westworld

The Good Place

Sabrina The Teenage Witch (SFW ONLY)

Stranger Things

The Umbrella Academy

You

Always Sunny in Philadelphia

The Bear

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

New Girl

Dexter

Yellowjackets

Weeds

Firefly

Miraculous Ladybug & Cat Noir (SFW ONLY)

Angel

Outlander

Bridgerton

Sons of Anarchy

Dawson’s Creek

Scream Queens

Sleepy Hollow

Legion

Castle Rock

Downton Abbey

Killing Eve

Broadchurch

Hannibal

True Blood

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Movies:

Trainspotting

Only Lovers Left Alive

Infinity Pool

Crimson Peak

The Craft

Labyrinth

The Breakfast Club

Nightmare Alley

Triple Frontier

Enola Holmes (SFW ONLY unless only playing Sherlock)

Warm Bodies

Pride & Prejudice

Glass Onion

WW84

La La Land

Spider Man// Into the Spiderverse

Interview With a Vampire

Hairspray

Percy Jackson (all installments)

Fantastic Beasts and where to find them

Lord of the rings

The Notebook

PS I Love you

500 Days of Summer

West Side Story

Scott Pilgrim

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Bridget Jones’ Diary

Enchanted (Disney)

Beauty & The Beast

Cinderella

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dissociationswagcompetition · 1 year

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When the results are up would you maybe post the characters that didn't make it as well?? I'm super interested in getting recs for dissociative characters

A bit late on this one but sure thing nonnie! I've listed all the nominations we've got but didn't make it into the bracket under the cut!

Demyx (Kingdom Hearts)

Fiora (Xenoblade Chronicles)

Fred Bonaparte/Napoleon Bonaparte (Psychonauts)

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier (Marvel)

Sentry/Bob Reynolds/Void (Marvel comics)

Legion (Marvel/X-men comics)

Raven (Shaperaverse)

Dimitri Blaiddyd (Fire Emblem Three Houses)

Sebastian debeste (Ace attorney)

super sonic (sonic the hedgehog series)

Huey (DuckTales)

KAngel / Ame (Needy Streamer Overload!!!)

Sans (Undertale)

Es (Milgram)

Lain Iwakura (Serial Experiments Lain)

Sabitsuki (.flow)

Ritsu Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100)

Piccolo (Dragon Ball Z Abridged)

Charles Eyler (Hello Charlotte)

Greed / Ling Yao (Fullmetal Alchemist)

TKO (OK KO: Let's Be Heroes!)

Victor (The All Mads by ClaudiaWriter) (According to the submitter, this was an original Wattpad work that has since been deleted and the submitter cannot find a reupload of it online as of now)

Sayaka (Madoka Magica)

Thomas Sanders [the character, not the actual person] (Sander Sides)

Jack/Kyra (Pitch Black/The Chronicles of Riddick)

Jake English (Homestuck)

Roko Basilisk (Questionable Content (webcomic))

Hajime Hinata (Super Danganronpa 2)

Letty Amery (Alice Mare)

Layla (Genshin Impact)

Fleabag (Fleabag)

Jax and/or Yuka (Shining Nikki)

Jaden/Judai (Yu-Gi-Oh GX)

Link (Legend of Zelda)

the kobra kid (the true lives of the fabulous killjoys)

Cure Finale/Gentlu (Delicious Party Precure)

Apologies if any of these are spelled wrong, I just copy/pasted from the submissions >u>"

#asks #nonnies #rip sans i wouldve loved to have him here but alas he was not of the randomly selected pool

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visionsofmagic · 2 years

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⎯ stories with song lyrics [requests are open/a request post]

Explanation: I was thinking about writing stories with some song lyrics I am in love with. Below, you can see these lyrics [some will be added as well from time to time] and characters/people’s name that I like and can write stories about them. So, you can message or ask me with a lyric [or more than one] and a specific character/person [it can be two character at one time a well]. Then, I will write it. ^^ Feel free to add your own imagination as well. Also, you don’t have to use lyrics to ask a requests.

Stories can be one-shorts, series, headcanons.

important notes: i really want to write about jk, tae [from bts], peter parker, wanda maximoff, and bucky barnes [from marvel], bats [from dc]. so, this ones will come sooner because i already have some ideas about them with some of these lyrics. so, you can request it as well or you can wait me for to write this without any request. ^^

྾ ྾ ྾ ྾ ྾ ྾ ྾ ྾ ྾ ྾ ྾

↬ for example: “I want to read a story about Jungkook with 1st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes with 41st song lyric.”

[or] “I want to read a story about peter parker with 9th and 45th song lyrics.”

Warnings for requests: please identify what gender you want it to be; female reader or male reader and please describe what you want to read, so, I can really understand your wishes. ^^ [also, it can be an original character as you wish, will created by me of course.]

◆ Characters/People

⌑ dc ⌑

Bruce Wayne/Batman [every version of him, especially robert p.], Clark Kent/Superman, John Constantine [movie version]

⌑ marvel ⌑

Steve Rogers/Captain America, Peter Parker/Spiderman [tom h. and andrew g. versions], Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, Loki, Thor, Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlett Witch, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange

⌑ tv series ⌑

The Boys (2019-) Billy Butcher, Homelander, Soldier Boy, Queen Maeve

The Sandman (2022-) Morpheus/Dream/The Sandman, Corinthian/Nightmare

⌑ movies, movie series ⌑

Star Wars (not specific movie) Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Obi Wan Kenobi [tv series’ version as well]

Uncharted (2022) Nathan Drake - also game version too.

Twilight (all of them) Edward Cullen, Alice Cullen

In time (2011) Raymond Leon

American Psycho (2001) Patrick Bateman

John Wick (whole series) John Wick

The Prestige (2006) Alfred Borden

⌑ idols, actors, actresses ⌑

bts [especially jk & tae], chris evans, elizabeth olsen, sebastian stan, tom hiddlestion, tom holland, chris evans, robert pattinson

◆ Lyrics

1. A little bit older. A black leather jacket. A bad reputation. Insatiable habits. He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I said, “If you kiss me, I might let it happen.” ▸my oh my, camila cabello [m]

2. Our secret moments in your crowded room. They've got no idea about me and you. & Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off▸dress, taylor swift [m]

3. I'm not here for games. I told you what it is, you chose to stay, oh. Baby, you chose the pain. 'Cause you don't know me, you just know my name, oh ▸renegade, aaryan shah [dark theme]

4. You don't know what you did, did to me. Your body lightweight speaks to me▸under the influence, chris brown

5. Please understand that I'm trying my hardest. My head's a mess but I'm trying regardless. Anxiety is one hell of a problem▸consume, chase atlantic [angst]

6. Bend it over slow 'cause daddy I know how you like it. Backseat of the 'Rari pullin' over just to ride it. Make you get down on your knees. Can't always havе what you please. This bitch ain't comin' for free & you know I carry a knife. You should be scared for your life. 'Cause you know I don't play nice▸oh mami, chase atlantic ft. maggie lindemann [m]

7. Don't worry, my hands. They're only warm for you. If I'm ruining you right now. Please forgive me. Because I can't live without you▸pied piper, bts

8. Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours. But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad? Pacify her. She's getting on my nerves. You don't love her. Stop lying with those words.▸pacify her, melanie martinez

9. And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me". I can't help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me. Who is in control? ▸control, halsey [villain vibe]

10. There's parts of me I cannot hide. I've tried and tried a million times. Cross my heart and hope to die. Welcome to my darkside▸darkside, neoni [villain vibe]

11. And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight. But my hands been broken one too many times. So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude. Words they always win, but I know I'll lose▸another love, tom odell [angst]

12. Terribly like terrible, she's the villain. One as sweet as caramel, she's my saint. Think I'm getting butterflies, but it's really. Something telling me to run away▸inferno, bella poarch & sub urban

13. I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did. Up all night, I won't quit. Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him. I could be such a gentleman. Plus all my clothes would fit▸boyfriend, dove cameron [from this lyrics, I am getting a big vibe of wanda x f!reader, so, you know what I mean]

14. I keep forgetting I should let you go. But when you look at me. The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight▸can’t remember to forget you, shakira & rihanna

15. Yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots. Think we kissed, but I forgot last Friday night▸last friday night, katy perry

16. Don't blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right. Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be usin' for the rest of my life ▸don’t blame me, taylor swift

17. Call me in the morning to apologize. Every little lie gives me butterflies. Something in the way you're looking through my eyes. Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive▸teeth, 5sos

18. Six feet tall and super strong. We'd always get along. Alright, alright. Ooh, he'd pick me up at eight. And not a minute late. 'Cause I don't like to wait, no. Kind and ain't afraid to cry. Or treat his mama right. That's right, that's what I like▸guy.exe, superfruit [fluff]

19. I'm in love with a fairytale. Even though it hurts. 'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind. I'm already cursed▸bad blood, taylor swift [note for this one; I added these part but I will write with whole lyrics because this song’s every lyric is amazing for an au, or a love story]

20. And you're startin' to bore me, baby. Why'd you only call me when you're high?▸why’d you only call me when you’re high?, arctic monkeys [protective or possessive vibe]

21. But you didn't have to cut me off. Make out like it never happened. And that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love. But you treat me like a stranger. And that feels so rough▸somebody that i used to know, gotye

22. Right now, I'm shameless. Screamin' my lungs out for ya. Not afraid to face it. I need you more than I want to▸shameless, camila cabello

23. We laugh together, we cry together. These simple feelings were everything I had. When will it be?. If I see you again. I will look into your eyes. And say, "I missed you"▸still with you, jungkook

24. She said, "Fuck me like I'm famous", I said, "Okay"▸slow down, chase atlantic [m]

25. You're too late. Had your girlfriend at my house for two days. Should be obvious, the reason she stayed with me▸too late, chase atlantic [m]

26. Where have you been? Do you know when you're coming back? 'Cause since you've been gone. I've got along but I've been sad▸reflections, the neighbourhood [angst]

27. And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine.▸dandelions, ruth b. [fluff]

28. You'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you. You'll never know the murderer sitting next to you. You'll think, "How'd I get here, sitting next to you?" But after all I've said, please don't forget ▸heathens, twenty one pilots [dark theme, like mafia au]

29. But mama I'm in love with a criminal. And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical.▸criminal, britney spears [this one is like mafia au too]

30. Oh, dear diary, I met a boy. He made my doll heart light up with joy. Oh, dear diary, we fell apart. Welcome to the life of Electra Heart.▸ bubblegum bitch, marina

31. Come on, don't be silly. I beg of you, stop. I'm sure that he doesn't reflect. What he really is▸ainsi bas la vida, indila [dark theme]

32. I can't be your Superman. Can't be your Superman & Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes. It's no secret everybody knows. Yeah, we fucked, bitch, so what? That's about as far as your buddy goes & I never loved you enough to trust you. We just met and I just fucked you▸superman, eminem [so much homelander vibe]

33. You think I'm crazy, you think I'm gone. So what if I'm crazy? All the best people are. And I think you're crazy too, I know you're gone. That's probably the reason that we get along▸mad hatter, melanie martinez [dark theme]

34. I'm tired of being home alone. Used to have a girl a day. But I want you to stay. ▸ lost in the fire, the weekend [playboy vibe]

35. We found each other. I helped you out of a broken place. You gave me comfort. But falling for you was my mistake.▸ call out my name, the weekend

36. Give it to me daddy, that's what she keeps screamin'. Give it to me daddy, She love the way I beat it.& Lights down low, time to get naughty. ▸lights down low, maejor ft. waka flocka flame [m]

37. You can say what you like, don't say I wouldn't die for you. I, I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God. Be my help, be a savior who can.▸ train wreck, james arthur [angst, mainly]

39. We used to be close, but people can go. From people you know to people you don't. And what hurts the most is people can go. From people you know to people you don't ▸ people you know, selena gomez

38. One: Don't pick up the phone. You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone

Two: Don't let him in, you'll have to kick him out again

Three: Don't be his friend. You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the mornin'

And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him.▸new rules, dua lipa

40. Saw you there and I thought. "Oh, my God, look at that face. You look like my next mistake. Love's a game, wanna play?" ▸blank space, taylor swift

41. I know I can treat you better than he can. And any girl like you deserves a gentleman. Tell me, why are we wasting time. On all your wasted crying. When you should be with me instead? ▸ treat you better, shawn mendes [love triangle vibe]

42. Only love can hurt like this. Must have been a deadly kiss & But every time you're there I'm begging you to stay. When you come close I just tremble. And every time, every time you go. It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul▸only love can hurt like this, paloma faith

43. I heard from a friend of a friend. That that dick was a ten out of ten ▸ need to know, doja cat [m]

44. Evil, I've come to tell you that she's evil, most definitely. Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely ▸ doin’ time, lana del rey

45. Baby, I'm a sociopath. Sweet serial killer. On the warpath. 'Cause I love you just a little too much ▸ serial killer, lana del rey [dark theme, dark!nat and wanda vibes or dark!mc/reader with a pretty boy like peter p.]

46. Guys my age don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Don't know how to treat me. Guys my age don't know how to touch me. Don't know how to love me good ▸ guys my age, hey violet [mature, sugar!daddy/mommy theme]

love, rose <3

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/perseprose/profile you can request in ao3 too. i will publish this in there too.

[masterlist]

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villainsletter · 1 year

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Characters/Personagens

Characters that I write about. This list can update from time to time.

Personagens que eu escrevo, a lista pode atualizar de vez em quando.

Fandom List/Lista de Fandom

Request rules and blog rules/ Regras de pedidos e regras do blog

Playlist

Animation/Animação

Castelvania

Alucard Carmilla Drácula Hector Isaac Sypha Belnades Trevor Belmont

Anime/Manga

Boku no Hero Academia

Atsuhiro Sako/ Mr. Compress Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye Nemuri Kayama/Midnight Rumi Usagiyama/Mirko Sekijiro Kan/Vlad King

Bungou Stray Dogs

Akiko Yosano Ango Sakaguchi Arthur Rimbaud Chuya Nakahara Doppo Kunikida Edgar Alan Poe F. Scott Fitzgerald Fyodor Dostoevsky Howard Lovecraft Ivan Goncharov Katai Tayama Koyo Ozaki Louisa May Alcott Mark Twain Nathaniel Hawthorne Nikolai Gogol Osamu Dazai Ranpo Edogawa Sakunosuke Oda Sigma T.J. Eckleburg Tatsuhiko Shibusawa

Death Note

L Light Yagami Misa Amane Naomi Misora Raye Penber Touta Matsuda

Haikyuu

Asahi Azumane (Time Skip) Daichi Sawamura (Time Skip) Ittetsu Takeda Keishin Ukai Manabu Naoi Taoki Anabara

Hellsing

Alucard Seras Victoria Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing

Hunter X Hunter

Chrollo Lucifer Franklin Bordeau Feitan Portor Illumi Zoldyck Jed Kastro Kite Knov Kurapika Kurta Leorio Paradinight Machi Komacine Omokage Pakunoda Pariston Hill Phinks Magcub Sadaso Sedokan Shaiapouf Shalnark Shizuku Murasaki Shura Uvogin Wing

JoJo's Bizarre Advetures

Part 1

Bruford Dio Brando Erina Pendleton Jonathan Joestar Robert E.O. Speedwagon Straizo

Part 2

Caesar A. Zeppeli Esidisi Joseph Joestar Kars Lisa Lisa Suzi Q. Wammu

Part 3

DIO Hol Horse Holy Kujo Jean Pierre Polnareff Mariah Muhammad Avdol Steely Dan Telence T. D’ Arby

Part 4

Akira Otoishi Jotaro Kujo Kira Yoshikage Mikitaka Hazekura Rohan Kishibe Shinobu Kawajiri Terunosuke Miyamoto Tomoko Higashikata Tonio Trussardi

Part 5

Bruno Bucciarati Diavolo Formaggio Ghiaccio Guido Mista Illuso Leone Abbachio Melone Prosciutto Risotto Nero Scolippi Vinegar Doppio

Part 6

Enrico Pucci Ermes Costello Gwess Johngalli A. Jolyne Kujo Narciso Anasui Weather Report

Naruto

Asuma Sarutobi Chojuro Deidara Ebisu Genma Shiranui Hidan Iruka Umino Kabuto Yakushi Kakashi Hatake Kimimaru Konan Mizuki Naruto Uzumaki (Boruto Era) Orochimaru Sasuke Uchiha Tsunade Zetsu

Sailor Moon

Souichi Tomoe

Shingeki no Kyojin

Armin Arlet Bertholdt Hoover Erwin Smith Hange Zoë Jean Kirschtein Levi Ackerman Marco Bodt Miche”Mike” Zacharius Sasha Braus

Soul Eater

Franken Stein

Books/Livros

Carmilla

Drácula

Count Drácula Jonathan Harker Lucy Westenra Mina Harker

Frankstein

Victor Frankstein

Fallen Saga

Ariane Alter Cameron Briel Daniel Grigori Roland Sparks

The Phantom of The Opera

Christine Daaé

Erik

Visconde Raoul de Chagny

The Picture of Dorian Gray

Basil Hallward

Dorian Gray

The Scarlet Letter

Arthur Dimmesdale

Hester Prynne

The Strange Case of Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde

Beatrix Emery

Dr. Henry Jekyll

Edward Hyde

Twilight Saga

Alice Cullen

Caius

Dr. Carlisle Cullen

Jasper Hale

Comics/ HQ

DC Universe

Bane Bruce Wayne/ The Batman Clark Kent/ Superman Corinthian Death Desire Dick Grayson/ Nightwing Edward Nygma/ Nashton/ Riddler Harleen Quinzel/ Harley Quinn Jason Todd/ Red Hood Jervis Tetch/ Mad Hatter Johanna Constantine John Constantine Jonathan Crane/ Scarecrow Kate Kane/ Batwoman Koriand’r/ Starfire Lucifer Morningstar Morpheus/ Dream Oswald Cobblepot/ Penguin Pamela Isley/ Poison Ivy Selina Kyle/ Catwoman Victor Fries/ Mr.Freeze Zatanna Zatara

Marvel Comics Universe

Bucky Barnes/ Winter Soldier Bruce Banner/ Hulk Carol Danvers/Capitan Marvel Charles Xavier/ Professor Xavier Clint Barton/ Hawkeye Durig Eddie Brock Elektra Eric Brooks/ Blade Erik Killmonger Erik Magnus/ Magneto Gamora Hella Odinsdottir Jake/Steven/Mark Grant/Moon Knight Jane Foster/Lady Thor Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk Kang Karen Page Kate Bishop/Hawkeye Kürt Wagner/ Nightcrawler Layla El-Faouly Logan/ Wolverine Loki Laufeyson Makkari Mantis Matt Murdock/ Daredevil Maya Lopez/ Echo Monica Rambeau / Spectrum Natasha Romanoff/ Black Widow Neena Thurman/ Domino Ororo Munroe/ Storm Peter Parker/Spider-man Peter Parker/Spider- Noir Peter Quill Pietro Maximoff Raven Darkholme/ Mystique Remy LeBieau/ Gambit Sam Wilson/ Capitain America Scott Lang/ Ant-Man Shang-Chi Steve Rogers/ Capitan America Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange Sylvie Laufeydottir Thena Thor Odinson Tony Stark / Iron-man Valkyrie Venom Vision Wanda Maximoff/ Scarlet Witch Wade Wilson/ Deadpool

Movies/Filmes

Bram Stoker's Drácula

Count Dracula Jonathan Harker Lucy Westenra Mina Harker

Scream

Ghostface Sidney Prescot

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

Greta Evans

The Phantom of the Opera

Christine Daaé Erik Visconde Raoul de Chagny

Underworld

Amelia

Karven

Lucian

Scott Speedman

Selene

Van Helsing

Anna Valerious Aleera Count Drácula Gabriel Van Helsing

Series

Doctor Who

Doctor (9th-12th ) Rose Tyler

Midnight Mass

Erin Greene Father Paul Hill Riley Flynn Sheriff Hassan

Sherlock (BBC)

James Moriarty John Watson Mary Morstan Sherlock Holmes

Supernatural

Arcanjo Gabriel Castiel Charlie Bradbury Crowley Dean Winchester Lucifer Sam Winchester

The Boys

Annie January/ Starlight Billy Butcher Earving/Black Noir Frenchie/Serge Hughie Campbell Kimiko Margaret Shaw/Queen Maeve Mother’s Milk/ MM

Tumblr Sexyman

You can ask me any Tumblr sexy Person

Video Games

Detroit Become Human

Connor Gavin Reed Hank Anderson Kara Luther Markus RK900

Five Nights At Freddy's

Phone Guy

Purple Guy

Genshin Impact

Albedo Arataki Itto Baizhu Beidou Capitano Cyno Diluc Dottore Eula Jean Kaeya Kamisato Ayato Kequing Kujou Sara Lisa Ningguang Pantalone Rosaria Sangonomiya Kokomi Shenhe Shogun Raiden Tartaglia Tighnari Thoma Xiao Yae Miko Yelan Zhongli

John Doe

Persona 5 Royal

Dr. Takuto Maruki Goro Akechi

Resident Evil

Ada Wong Alcina Dimitrescu Carlos Oliveira Karl Heisenberg Leon S. Kennedy

Twisted Wonderland

Carter Diamond Dire Crowley Divus Crewel Idia Shroud Leona Kingscholar Rook Hunt Sam Trey Clover Vil Shoenheit

Thank You Very Very Much!

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sgt-seabass · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Thank you Alice, and thank you @bemine-bucky for the tag as well 💙

As I Sleep

Tear You Apart

Red Sun

Monster

Mr Sandman

I’m gonna tag some peeps as it’s much easier for me with my limited time atm -

@buckybarneschokeme @late-to-the-party-81 @cherienymphe @ambrosiase @soldatsass

#ambs answers #alice 💙

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lostpirateinwonderland · 1 year

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Hello and Welcome to the Tea Party! ☕️🫖

As stated in the mini bio, I’m 1/2 American, 1/2 Italian (si, parlo tutte due lingue ☺️). I’m also a huge Disney and Marvel fan. I used to be a huge super fan of Star Wars, but I left the fandom after Disney bought it. I still love most of it and celebrate May 4th, I’m just not active in it. I’m a big history buff, preferring to stay in the 1600-1790’s, mainly the Golden Age of Piracy and the American Revolution. I LOVE dragons (kind of an unhealthy obsession at this point, but you can never have enough dragons in my opinion) and am a big fan of the Eragon series. Recently, I’ve started to get more into book fandoms such as ACOTAR, TOG, FBAA, Fourth Wing, etc., so you might see me lurking over in those areas. However, I tend to bounce back and forth between different fandoms depending on my mood. I am over 21, but I would prefer not to disclose my age.

To clarify, I’m not a fanfic writer, but I am an avid fanfic reader. Please do not expect me to post stuff, I’m mostly using this account to be able to connect better with the fandoms that I am a part of.

As mean as it sounds, I will block people who have nothing more than a profile pic because of the scary amount of bots there are on this platform. It’s nothing personal, I’m just watching out for my own safety. Hence why I’m posting this; to let authors know that I am real and I unfortunately do exist in the real world (please send me to a different universe, I beg you 🙏🏽).

That being said, here are the fandoms that I am a part of with the characters that I will read fanfics for (most of them being character x reader format because I apparently have no self control 🤷🏽‍♀️):

Marvel

Bucky Barnes/Winter Solider

Namor (both comic and MCU versions)

Loki Laufeyson/Odinson

Warren Worthington III/Angel

Piotr Rasputin/Colossus

Pirates of the Caribbean

Commodore James Norrington

Lieutenant Theodore Groves

Lieutenant Andrew Gillette (yes, I’m using that version of his name, because I prefer it)

Turn: Washington’s Spies

Major Ben Tallmadge

Major John Andre

Once Upon A Time

Jefferson/Mad Hatter

A Court of Thorns and Roses

Lucien Vanserra

Azriel

Eris Vanserra

Here are movies, fandoms, and characters that I absolutely love, but don’t read fanfics for:

Disney

Treasure Planet

Robin Hood

Peter Pan—Captain Hook is one of my absolute favorites

Alice in Wonderland—The Mad Hatter being my favorite, but the Mad Tea Party scene is my absolute favorite 💙🫖☕️

Hercules

Bedknobs and Broomsticks

Zorro—The Guy Williams version is my absolute favorite. I always love seeing fellow Italians (in this case, fellow Ito-Americans) on the silver screen. 💚🤍❤️

Others

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang—I will not accept critiques about this beautiful and uplifting masterpiece. Grandpa Potts is my favorite 🤣

James Bond—I’m here for Q. Desmond Llewyn was absolutely brilliant (fun fact, he was in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang as well); I totally don’t recite the line about the grenade pen all the time. Ben Whishaw is at a very close second.

Austenland—Fantastic. I watch this every time I need a good laugh.

The Eragon Book Series—I refuse to watch the movie, as this is my all time favorite book and book series and I don’t want to ruin it for myself. Favorite characters being Angela, Murtagh, Sapphira, Solembum, Eragon, and Brom. I will occasionally read Murtagh x reader fanfics, but there are so few of them, that I read most of them years ago.

Harry Potter Series—Both books and movies. I also like the Fantastic Beast series. I’m going to be blatantly honest; I’m here for the dragons and Charlie Weasley. Don’t get me wrong, I love the stories and what not, but I have a giant fangirl moment every time he’s mentioned, in the stories, and/or I see dragons. I’m kind of like Lampie from Pete’s Dragon, except I get super excited about dragons, as they are my absolute favorites. 🐉

Hook—As stated with Peter Pan, one of my favorite characters of all time is Captain Hook. Dustin Hoffman was absolutely brilliant in this and I love the idea of Captain Hook facing an adult version of Peter. One of my favorite adaptations of the classic story. 🥹

The American Revolution—Not any film or story in particular, but I do love learning anything I can about the conflict and love the period. The exception to this is the TURN: Washington’s Spies series; I LOVE this series. Definitely my favorite TV series of all time. Hamilton the musical is fine, however I don’t care for Hamilton as a person, so it’s weird for me watching an entire production about him (he was pretty nasty in real life). King George was the only thing I really liked about it. Banastre Tarleton and the Culper Spy Ring are the two big things that I will devour information about the most as they are the most fascinating for me. If it weren’t for the fact that I am broke and don’t have time, I would absolutely join the re-enacting community for this time period.

The Golden Age of Piracy—As stated, I am a big fan of this time period. It spans a pretty long time time (most sources put it between 1690-1720, but there are many events that led to this giant boom and they started long before then), but I my favorite pirate/privateer out of all of them is Benjamin Hornigold. He was such a fascinating person and out of all of the pirates that are most famous, I would argue that he stuck to his moral code the most. Otherwise, same as American Rev; besides Pirates of the Caribbean, I don’t have any stories or films in particular. Black Sails is ok and Our Flag Means Death is hilarious, but I have a problem where I start screaming at the screen about how inaccurate it is (mostly with Black Sails. Out of all the things you could mess up, it shouldn’t be that hard to not mess up one of the biggest things in history that is associated with the start of the rise of piracy in the Caribbean, but apparently I’ve been proved incorrectly) 🤷🏽‍♀️.

Thank you for reading my long, extensive bio about myself. Feel free to tag me in any of the works listed above, I am pretty good at reading it, liking it, and placing a comment within a timely manner.

In the mean time, I hope you enjoyed your tea! 🫖☕️ Please pass me the McVities before you leave. 🍪

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pxgeturner · 1 year

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character list !

bolded characters are part of the harem and reqs for them would be especially loved ! italized characters are ones that are being hyperfixated on !!

Star Wars

❀ kylo ren // ben solo

❀ anakin skywalker

❀ padmé amidala

adam driver (daddy) characters (adcu)

❀ clyde logan

❀ adam sackler

❀ jacques le gris (reimagined, obvs)

❀ maurizio gucci

❀ philip altman

❀ jack gladney

wizarding world

❀ tom riddle

❀ cedric digory

❀ luna lovegood

❀ ginny wealsy

❀ neville longbottom

❀ lorenzo berkshire

❀ pansy parkinson

❀ theo nott

❀ blaise zabini

twilight

❀ Edward Cullen

❀ Alice Cullen

❀ Jasper Hale

❀ Seth Clearwater

❀ Caius Volturi

❀ Felix volturi

stranger things

❀ steve harrington

❀ robin buckley

❀ mike wheeler

❀ max mayfield

❀ jim hopper

❀ henry creel // vecna // 001

marvel

❀ bucky barnes // winter solider

❀ steve rogers // captain america

❀ the moon system // moon knight

❀ wanda maximoff // scarlet witch

❀ yelena belova

❀ thor odinson

❀ xu shang-chi

❀ venom (and/or eddie brock)

❀ miguel o’hara

❀ ledger!joker (jack napier)

❀ harleen quinzel // harley quinn

❀ superboy // conner kent // kon el

❀ miss martian // m’gann m’orzz

❀ superman // clark kent // kal el

❀ battinson!bruce wayne //batman

❀ kaldur’ahm // aqualad

miscellaneous

❀ geralt of rivia

❀ austin!elvis

❀ billy loomis

❀ austin!elvis

❀ castlevania!dracula // vlad tepes

❀ aemond targaryen

❀ tommy shelby

❀ walter deville

❀ joel miller

❀ ellie williams

avatar

❀ neteyam sulli (sulley)

❀ tonowari

❀ jake sulli (sulley)

❀ tsu’tey

❀ recom miles quaritch (d a d d y)

specific ships

❀ padmé x anakin

❀ conner x m’gann

❀ linny

❀ blaise x luna

#character list #nav

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ariasfandom · 3 years

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Pairing: Stucky

Warnings: Mad Hatter Bucky

Word Count: None

Square Filled:

@buckybarnesbingo: Adopted square: "AU: Alice in Wonderland"

@star-spangled-bingo: N1 - Playful relationship

Summary: Alice in Wonderland AU where Steve is Alice, and Bucky is the Mad Hatter. While Steve is no Alice, he is simply captivated by the newcomer to his garden, and is more than willing to have fun with him alone, much to the disappointment to his other mad friends.

A/N: oh my god, this moodboard is so lovely, the template is just amazing

I just love these Canva templates that have those little square boxes, there're so cute!

Also writing out that summary I think I have a new AU *eep*

#stucky #steve x bucky #bucky x steve #alice in wonderland #moodboard #mood board #bucky barnes #winter soldier #the winter soldier #captain america #mad hatter

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foxgloveprincess · 3 years

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Want It Too Much

Pairing: Dryad Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader [First Person Narrator]

Word Count: 6.4K

Summary: Your grandmother always taught you that there’s more magic to this life than you think. It’s not until you follow the path into the woods behind her house that you actually believe her.

Warnings: Monster AU, Smut (including unprotected Vaginal Sex, Body Worship, so much Kissing), Collaring, Harassment, off-screen Violence, mostly Nonverbal Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier, Loss/Grief, Superstitions/Lore/Folk Magic, Magic associated with Mythical Creatures, Cursing, Fatphobia, Fluff. Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: My entry for @slothspaghettiwrites Sloth’s Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge. My prompt was I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop / I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much) - Poison by Alice Cooper. Took most of my inspiration from just those lyrics as opposed to the whole song, but I still like where it ended up.

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work, at all. I cross-post to my own AO3 account.

Title from “Poison” by Alice Cooper

This is not Beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Enjoy!

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age or unwilling to read/consume dark content, thank you!

My grandmother always said there’s more to this world than we realize—magic older than we can ever understand. When she died, I told the bees, whispering in the garden as tears streaked down my cheeks. And each spring, I set out the bird feeder hoping a cardinal will visit.

She left me her little house, the furniture, the decorations—a gaping hole in my heart that grieves her loss. But I continue on, learning to cling to the traditions and superstitions she once taught, if only to keep her memory alive. But I also come up with my own, hoping that somehow, in all the infinite ether of the universe, her departed soul will resonate with mine.

I sleep wrapped in the plush quilts she made and eat at my spot at the dinner table across the empty seat she once occupied without fail. Her house cardigan remains draped over her favorite chair. And whenever the heater makes that groaning noise, my lips form around the disappointed sound she used to make. I sing when I’m lonesome, standing at the kitchen counter while I cook, driving to a photoshoot, in the shower, out weeding the garden.

My life continues moving forward as I adjust to being alone. Spending hours in an empty house, breathing through the pain. New traditions and old warding off evil and filling my life with a quiet purpose all my own.

Months pass. And a place of solace finds me. Just past the line of trees on the border of the property lay a path that twists and winds through the woods. Curiosity bids me follow it, and I give into the tempting call, glancing back over my shoulder again and again until I can no longer see the structure of my grandmother’s house through the dense foliage.

The path ends at a towering, ancient oak, the branches thick and strong, laden with leaves. My feet begin to circle it before I can fathom its size, tracing my fingers along the rough bark, carefully avoiding the hollow at the base and the roots bulging from the ground.

A sigh slips past my lips, tears springing to my eyes. I don’t know what prompts such a visceral reaction. But my thoughts quiet, contentment rushing through my soul and filling each of the cracks and crevices left in the wake of my loss. It’s an inner peace that embraces me just as my grandmother used to, leaving me breathless and beguiled.

And even before its lofty branches disappear behind me on the path back to my grandmother’s house, plans begin to form, yearning to revisit that tree and carve out my own little, welcoming niche.

It takes a week before my feet retrace the path back to the grand oak. A busy week—too many photoshoots, and too many photographers and stylists commenting under their breath about my size, as if they weren’t consulted during the selection process for all the models, including me.

The audacity and incivility, the judgmental bullshit of these industry schmucks, it irks me despite its familiarity—makes me so mad I could spit and settles beside exhaustion, bone-deep.

But that irresistible yen calls once again, past the property line, promising reprieve and I gladly give in.

A sunny Sunday afternoon—a much needed day off—I grab a small basket, determined to quash the dreary week plaguing my thoughts. The basket fills, piling high with half a loaf of crusty bread, small jars of jam and honey and butter, and a novella I’ve always meant to read. Draping an old picnic quilt over my arm, I venture out, feeling anticipation sparkling in my veins—a genuine excitement and hope bursting from within like effervescent champagne.

My feet hasten down the path, gaining speed with each step, until the tree looms tall before me.

“Good afternoon,” I greet with a smile, a relieved sigh billowing past my lips. Standing alone in the woods, it does not feel half as silly as it should to talk to the tree as though it might answer. “I hope you don’t mind some company.” My hand reaches out, patting the rugged bark with a gentle thud-thud before I scope out the perfect place to relax.

My blanket drapes over the soft earth at the base of the tree, the trunk and the beginnings of a chunky root acting as a backrest. The noises of the forest surround me, a mellow hum that thrums through my veins while I bask in sunlight dimmed by the leafy canopy of tree branches.

I eat my bread and read my book, at ease and happy under the protection of the oak. Time passes in tranquility. My head falls back, jaw cracking with a wide yawn.

Setting aside the things in my hands, my eyes flutter shut and my body scrunches on the blanket, sleep tickling at the edges of my mind. The warmth and peace surrounding me until I drift off.

The sun sits lows in the western sky by the time I rouse, sluggish yet refreshed, blinking my eyes open and sitting up. A smile tilts my lips as I gather my things, rolling up the blanket before venturing back to my grandmother’s house, shoulders lighter and prospects bright.

And it becomes a habit. Walking along the path, finding my tree and settling beneath it for hours. Reading aloud, napping, finding peace and contentment.

It’s the fifth time I find myself asleep upon my picnic blanket that I waken to a surprise. My shoulders shift, turning in my sleep, a rustling noise accompanying the motion.

My hands grasp the strange, light weight on my shoulders, draping over my body. The leaves crumple under my grip, but remain together as I shift, sitting up and drawing the green, red, orange blanket to pile in my lap.

Curious fingers trace over the shape of each leaf, eyes locked on the tiny stitches that bind them together. It’s so soft, warm, unexpected.

Confusion flickers through my mind, glancing around my surroundings in hopes of finding the owner of such a lovely thing. Yet I’m alone.

“Uh, thank you?” I call out toward the trees, ever searching for the generous person, so willing to share.

A beat passes—a moment lost to unfulfilled expectation as I receive no response. A sigh passes my lips, twitching in the corners toward a small, wry smile.

“Alright,” I mutter to myself with a shake of my head, folding up the blanket with gentle hands, careful of its delicate nature. My own quilt, I fold with more haste, gathering up everything into my basket. Scanning the ground for anything I’ve left behind, my eyes fall one last time to the unique blanket, left resting on a protruding root.

Thoughts of my grandmother’s teachings pop to the forefront of my mind: a gift given is a gift that must be repaid—one way or another. My teeth worry over my lower lip, face scrunching in an uncomfortable grimace. I shift on my feet, thoughts locked in a debate—whether the gift counts if I leave it behind, if a favor requires the same in return. After far too long, my uncertain conclusion forms in my mind—better safe than sorry.

I kneel on the soft soil surrounding the tree and rummage in my basket, withdrawing a small cloth napkin and placing it atop the quilted leaves. Two plums make my offering for whoever—whatever—was so kind as to lend me their blanket. And my heart sits easier in my chest.

“I’ll see you next time,” I whisper to the oak tree, patting a hand on its trunk and turning away.

By the time I return, a week later to the day, the pristine napkin sits upon the seat of a gorgeous swing, hung with sturdy vines and formed with hewn slats of wood and a backrest of winding twigs. My feet pause on the path.

Dumbstruck is a word somehow too tame for the surprise that courses through me. My basket finds a place on the forest floor, my attention captivated by the new addition to my tree. Eyes scanning my surroundings, I don’t know why I expect the company of the craftsman, just that my gut clenches at the thought of them.

My right hand wraps around one of the long vines, smooth beneath my palm. I tug, testing its strength. My heart flutters in my chest, excitement prickling at the top of my spine and swirling with the anxiety that forms from a fear of falling.

With a slow, steady exhale, I turn my back to the seat of the swing and lower myself. Not a snap, not a creak. It holds strong under my weight and glides easily as a giddy foot pushes on the spongy soil beneath to rock myself.

The motion—back and forth, back and forth—so soothing and familiar, nostalgic in a way that satiates a craving I’ve long pushed aside. My eyes fall shut, feeling the air swish around me, pumping my legs to keep the lazy momentum. I sigh and enjoy myself, getting lost in the flow.

A twig snaps and my eyes blink open. Heels dig into the ground beneath the swing and I still. Heart thumping in my chest, I scan my surroundings, instinctual panic climbing up my spine.

The rest of the forest stays silent, peaceful. And I almost miss the movement in the corner of my eye. My head whips around, body turning to get a better look at the retreating figure.

Before I can stop myself, a frantic, “Wait!” bursts past my lips.

The figure freezes. I swallow my nerves, watching them like a hawk, licking my lips as words form on my tongue.

“I’m sorry,” I babble, scrambling to stand from the swing and kneading my hands together. “Did you make the swing? I didn’t realize. You-you don’t have to leave. I can…move.”

The figure turns around, their hair filled with fallen leaves and twigs, their clothes in the same condition. Blue eyes flash in my direction. I take a step back.

It’s a man, enough—so inhumanly beautiful, it’s impossible that he is anything other than otherworldly. One of the fair folk—spirit or fae, as my grandmother once taught me.

He takes a step forward, stride long and smooth over the roots of the old tree, closing the distance between us with graceful, yet intimidating haste. His hands reach toward me, hesitant, before they grip onto the vines of the swing.

I gulp, glancing between them. One hand, smooth like human skin, wraps around the vine to my left. The other, gnarled and chipped, rough like bark, clings to my right. Following the left hand up its arm, the texture covers its entirety—up to his shoulder, disappearing under thick leaves sewn together like leather.

My lips part, wonder flooding my thoughts. This man—who’s not a man—says nothing and stares, boring into me with his crystalline gaze. His jaw ticks. His brow furrows. His chin drops, gesturing with a nod to the seat.

Without thought, I obey, turning my back and sitting on the swing. He hums a brief, pleased noise and my head tilts to catch a glimpse of him over my shoulder. A small twitch lifts his lips into a grin before he begins.

His pushes are stronger, more power behind them than the sluggish kicks of my legs. Words gather, stuck in my throat, thoughts and questions for this creature that refuse to be spoken. My legs tuck up under the swing, keeping them out of the way while I struggle to articulate myself.

Curiosity coaxes me toward a polite inquiry, voice small and hesitant as I finally whisper a timid, “Who are you?”

His hands catch the vines, halting my momentum in an instant. I swivel my gaze over my shoulder, startled and praying I haven’t offended him. Grandmother always used to caution against that.

He steps back, left hand just gracing the vine with his fingertips while his right touches the bark of the oak tree. He holds it there for a moment before moving it to rest over his heart. He repeats the motion twice more before realization dawns upon me.

“You’re the tree?” I ask, head jerking with the shock. My brow sinks heavy over my eyes, lips parting. “You’re the tree,” I repeat, more sure of the words when they leave my lips, their perplexing connotation resolving into a strange sense of acceptance that both soothes my curiosity and sparks it.

The creature—man, tree, spirit—nods once, brusque and affirmative.

“Okay.” My lips purse and I lean to stand. But before I lift a centimeter from the seat, he steps back, ready to continue his task. I return to my seat, cautious as I ask, “Do you have a name?”

In my periphery, his head shakes in denial. My heart pangs with sharp sympathy.

“Oh.”

The swing rocks back and forth, both of us quiet for a moment before my feet skid across the forest floor and I give him my name. Just the first, not the last—too wary from my grandmother’s lessons of tricksters and entrapment.

Yet even as the thought blips through my head, his kind eyes stare back, happy to push me on a swing and share his blanket. And warmth blooms in my heart, a deep fondness assuaging any doubts or fears of this creature.

“Thank you,” I utter, voice quiet and thoughts stunned.

My fingers wrap around the vine, so close to brushing his. Yet that minuscule distance mocks me and the intense longing to close it. To feel the touch of someone—not the flippant direction of a photographer or hasty stylings of a hair or makeup artist—genuine, tender, affectionate touch.

I shake my head, teeth worrying over my lower lip as I try to push aside the swirling cacophony of thoughts and simply enjoy the moment. The rhythm of the swing helps, lulling me with the steady rock. My head falls, resting to the side against my hand, eyes falling shut.

A small smile spreads my lips, heart happy and full. I let him push me for half the afternoon, giving into the desire for peace and his gentle presence.

Only when my stomach rumbles do we stop, his hands holding the swing still as I stand with a sheepish tilt of my head and scrounge around my basket for something to eat.

I share—a piece of bread, a bunch of grapes, some sunflower seeds. He crouches beside me, hunching over himself as he reaches for each offered morsel with hesitant fingers. Akin to a wild animal, extending his trust toward me like a delicate tether, easily broken. I do everything in my power to remain worthy of it.

A smile stays on my face—by no means forced, and so genuine it feels a little foreign after my grandmother’s passing. I fill the silence with soft words, introducing myself and talking about my life, though I don’t know how much he understands.

In return, he regales me with silent amusements, his magic crafting and weaving delicate vines and branches to form small trinkets from thin air—the figure of a dog, a small heart, a replica of his tree. He hands each to me with such insistence, it feels impolite to refuse. They tuck away, safe in my basket, sure to find a prized place upon my grandmother’s mantle.

As the sun dips closer toward the horizon, his brow furrows, eyes glancing over his shoulder toward where it will set. He shakes his head and urges me to stand without a word.

I follow as he bids, surprised as he starts packing up my belongings. My mouth forms around unspoken syllables as he loops my basket and blanket over my arm and guides me back toward the path. He nudges at my back, sending me off and I turn. An aching fear gnaws at my belly.

“Will I see you next time?” I ask, hands fidgeting with my blanket and smoothing its creases.

He nods, a hand placed over his heart and bows his head.

My head bobs in response as I turn away, glancing every few steps over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of him, standing still, watching my retreat.

With the burn of his gaze at my back, my grandmother’s house doesn’t feel quite as lonely. Walking through the door, my spirits remain bright, a secret smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. That spark of curiosity simmering in my gut.

I grab my phone from the kitchen counter. Swiping away a few inane messages from Grant—a deputy from the sheriff’s department who refuses to take a hint—I pull up my web browser and pause. Teeth worrying over my lower lip, my mind given a second to contemplate the sheer lunacy of what I’m researching. Yet still, my fingers type ‘forest spirits’ into the search bar, hoping to identify my new companion.

The pages that load in the results boast of natural distilleries and homeopathic remedies, but one article lists tree deities.

Though not exactly what I had in mind, I click and continue on, following through links and webpages until I stumble upon a list which bears the exact information I need.

Dryad: a tree nymph or spirit, specifically of oak trees

“Huh,” I mutter to the empty house.

Staring at the screen, incredulity swirls within me. Despite believing my eyes and trusting my experience, the facts of the matter still manage to take me aback. My grandmother always preached her superstitions and rituals, but this is real. Like reallyreal.

I met a dryad today.

Simple as that, and yet so wonderfully not.

As the hours continue on, I start the chores to upkeep my grandmother’s house. Every pass by the back windows catches me glimpsing at the tree line at the end of the property. My thoughts drifting to every minute detail of my dryad while my hands work on routine chores.

I sort laundry and muse upon the clothes adorning his body—thick leaves woven together, pieces of supple bark and moss, his arms exposed and a sliver of his chest. I wash the dishes and get lost in the contemplation of his eyes—a cool, shimmering grayish-blue, glinting in the light and constantly shifting as he observed me with such keen attention. I vacuum the floors and pause in the realization that he spoke not one word—his mannerisms, gestures, and eyes relaying every communicative cue, yet he did not object to my loquacious musings, his subdued yet eager expression brightening at each utterance from my lips.

That night, I lay in my bed, sleep evasive and raucous thoughts keeping me awake. One most prominent and niggling of all.

He has no name.

It sits unsettled in my belly. Every creature must have one—yet he does not. I turn to my side, bunching my hands up in my pillows. An unsteady exhale pushes past my lips. My eyes squeeze shut.

What am I to call him?

Endearments drift through my mind, fantasies of their syllables dripping from my lips like syrupy sap, laced with adoration and falling as gentle as a caress to his face. My darling, my dear, my dryad. His reactions play through my mind’s eye, his gaze softening, his arms reaching out to hold me close. His touch sending shivers of bliss through my body.

“Your grandmother might have been a crazy old coot, but she was right about one thing, you know,” Grant says, following me down the aisle of the grocery store.

My lip curls in a snarl, turning my back and ignoring his attempt for my attention.

“She always thought you needed a good, strong man beside you.” His hand lands on my cart, right beside my own and halting my progression.

“She definitely didn’t mean you,” I growl shoving his hand away and grabbing a packet of rice from the top shelf. My fingers grip vice-like on the bar of the shopping cart, the plastic squeaking under the pressure.

“Come on,” he coaxes. He sidles up far too close, pressing against my arm and hooking his hand around me. The heat from his body invades my space, his cologne strong and repugnant in my nose, down my throat. My teeth grind, biting back a scathing remark and the disgust churning in my belly. “You might be chubby, but you’re still kinda cute. I could be real good to you.”

“No,” I bite, sidestepping away with a sharp thrust of my palm toward his wrist.

He releases me and scoffs, eyes rolling and jaw ticking in irritation. But I pay him no mind as I turn on my heel and stomp away, grabbing a bag of marshmallows and heading for the breakfast aisle for store brand crispy rice cereal.

It was gonna be that kind of day.

I lose track of him once I turn the corner, relieved for the reprieve. The tension eases, muscles relaxing, a sigh blowing past my lips. My shopping continues, each moment spent waiting for—dreading—his inevitable reappearance, but it doesn’t come. No footsteps follow me down each row. No comments jab in my direction. No slimy discomfort crawling up my spine.

It’s enough of a weight lifted from my shoulders that Skye comments on it at the register, regret painting a grimace on her features as she nods toward the glass door.

Grant leans on the hood of his cruiser, arms crossed and stare following my movements, unwavering in its pursuit. A predator waiting for its prey. My gut sinks toward my toes, blood draining from my face and dripping icy through my veins, hands trembling when I hand over my money and complete the transaction.

Thanking Skye for the heads up and the groceries, I shove through the door, aiming for my car. A gaze burns into my back the whole way, though Grant makes no comment. My attention focuses on my task—getting home without any further encounters, a quick but safe drive with no cause to provoke a deputy of the law.

Because, of course, as soon as my engine turns over, he’s ducking into his cruiser and trailing after me at an unhurried pace, like he suspects that once I’m alone I’ll be easy pickings. A shiver races down my spine at the thought.

Glancing in the rear view mirror, my pulse spikes. His cruiser always behind me, creeping and crawling closer and closer, taunting me with such unobtrusive yet threatening proximity. My foot presses on the accelerator, leaden with my terror.

I turn into my grandmother’s driveway and jump out of the car with my bags, slinging them over my arms without a care as glass containers clink and clack. My car locks with a beep, but my feet have already carried me to the front door.

The key jams in the lock and I curse, spitting the words out until the knob turns and I scramble over the threshold. Only to turn and see Grant pulling his car up behind mine.

My heart pounds in my ears, adrenaline buzzing through my veins. Every instinct in my body urges me to flee. And I know just where to go.

The grocery bags fall on the kitchen counter, my feet scurrying toward the back door. A strong wind whips around my face, tugging at my limbs. The path into the forest straight ahead.

“Where’re ya going?” Grant calls from behind, his voice booming. I don’t glance back to see him following, but I know he is. The creak of the side gate and the muted clomp of his shoes over the grass sending my heart rate skyrocketing, my feet flying across the remaining distance toward the property line. “I’m not gonna hurt you! Just listen to me.”

The well-trodden path to my oak tree stretches before me. My breaths fall heavy from my lips. Sweat beads on my brow. My feet stumble over each other. But I keep going until I see the looming tree, branches reaching into the sky.

The hollow sits on the far side and I rush toward it, forcing my body through the opening. The bark scrapes against my back and chest and tummy, too narrow for my ample body. But I fit myself through and glue myself to the shadows.

“Where’d you run off to?” Grant shouts, answered by nothing but the faint sound of distant flapping wings and the silence of the forest.

A whimper works its way up my throat, but I swallow it back. My lips tremble and I still them with a hand, scared to make the slightest sound. It’s only then that tears drip from my eyes.

“You little bitch,” he mutters, under his breath, his voice far too close.

His shadow falls over the hole in the trunk, feet peeking just beside the opening. A branch snaps. A grunt. A whoosh. An expectoration.

“The fuck are you?” Grant asks, a breathy, incredulous chuckle in his tone.

No one responds and my heart begins to slow it’s frantic pace. He’s out there—my dryad—protecting me. Warmth blooms in my chest—relief, hope. My fingers reach out, the smooth walls of the inner trunk grounding me as I strain to listen.

Smacks and pained huffs break the silence. Scuffling feet disturb the underbrush. Muttered curses drift on the air. I wait.

When it stops—punctuated by the heavy thump of a body meeting the forest floor—my breath hitches in my throat. A brief pause. Another low grunt. The sound of a body dragged across the ground catches my ear. The grating, trailing sound softening until it disappears.

All is quiet for some time before steps return, breaking twigs and shuffling through fallen leaves.

My limbs freeze, stilling. From my position, there’s no way to know who triumphed in the confrontation—who will be coming back for me. Hope blooms in my chest, yet my eyes squeeze shut for only a moment, bracing myself for the worst.

A gnarled hand wraps around the opening of the hollow, a head peering in beside it. I swallow thickly. Crystalline eyes gaze in at me, brows tilted in concern and lips twisted toward a frown.

He breathes heavy from exertion, fingers pulverizing the wood in their grip. He crouches down, covering the opening with his wide shoulders until sunlight creates a halo around his form.

And despite seeing my dryad, whole and hearty before me, I cannot move. My muscles locked and frozen in a fear that will not dissipate. His right hand stretches forward, beckoning me toward him.

My eyes flick over his shoulder.

“Grant’s gone?” I question in a voice no louder than a whisper.

He nods with a soft hum, right hand withdrawn to tap his chest—a promise.

He offers it once more and my trembling fingers meet the warmth of his palm. It’s gentle, the way he guides me out of the hollow, the opening widening around my body as I exit. He pulls me close, tipping his forehead to rest against mine, his breath tickling over my cheeks.

The murky, oozing panic and fear and terror slowly drips away. A watery smile cracks my lips, eyes sparkling with tears as I gaze upon the face of my guardian.

“Thank you,” I whisper with a crack in my voice.

His brow pinches, head shaking, though staying pressed to mine. His delicate hands cradle my face, both smooth and rough against my skin, holding me as though he fears the slightest pressure might mar my flesh.

His chest heaves with a deep breath, lips parting on the exhale, tongue flicking over dry lips. He draws back, holding me in place even as I lean to follow him and keep our intimate proximity.

He swallows, clears his throat.

“I wanna…take care of you.”

His voice, raspy and low, sends pleasant shivers skittering down my spine. My feet roll onto my tiptoes, indulging yet fighting the urge to press my body closer to his. Those words, such precious treasures bestowed upon me. I revel for a moment in their sound, eyes blinking slow and a bit dazed.

The request registers in my head, bobbing in a deliberate affirmation. Grappling to find the right response, I draw blank—welling joy and incredulity replacing any verbal sentiment I might utter. Gazing at him once more, his eyes soften, flicking toward my lips before meeting mine.

And speech is unnecessary as he tilts his head, meeting me in a chaste kiss sweeter than any culinary delicacy. His feet shuffle forward, the taut muscles of his form pressing against my softness. Again our lips meet—and again and again. Though his movements continue to meld our bodies as if they might merge into one, his affections remain restrained. To the most frustrating degree.

He breaks away from me. A whine crackles in my throat, fingers wrapping around his wrists. Every nerve in me aches, craving more.

“Please.” The word drips off my tongue, syrupy and thick with unbearable need.

Glinting eyes darken, stormy as they appraise the desire growing in mine. He nods once and steps away.

Confused shock surges through me, overtaking my body in an instant. A ready protest jumps on my tongue before he kneels, grasping my hand to direct me down.

The soil meets my knees first, his hands reaching for my hips and adjusting my position until I recline upon a bed of foliage, so dense and comfortable it cushions every inch of my figure.

My dryad covers my body with his, pinning me to the forest floor and blanketing me in his presence, his warmth, his scent. And I melt, pliant beneath him.

He traces every dimple and crease of my face, drinking me in, locking away every detail, devoted adoration in his gaze. It pierces deep, past my bones and viscera, right to my soul. Even in my line of work where every flaw is subject to scrutiny, his glance leaves me open, bare, vulnerable.

Heat floods my cheeks, heart fluttering in my chest. I swallow, nerves rising with every second which passes without a continuation of his passion.

Then, his fingers reach out, trailing over my cheek, tender kisses following in their wake. My whole body blooms with delicate desire as he continues lavishing me with soft touches and gentle caresses. Quiet hums of appreciation vibrate his lips, and I preen.

My back arches beneath him, the brush of our bodies heated yet inadequate, far too much preventing the sensual connection of our skin. Layer by layer he strips away my clothes, mirrored by his own falling to the forest floor. Until we are bare and breathless, still stealing kisses as we drink each other in.

Stunned by his beauty, the entirety of his form exposed to my eye. I gasp. The cut of his muscles, a solid chest and powerful limbs. Patches of rough skin, like scars, littering his flesh. A smattering of soft hair across his chest and leading down toward the juncture of his thighs and the hard, heavy heat of him which bobs in the shred of space between us.

His left hand supports his position over me, refusing to crush me with his weight, gnarly fingers digging into the soil beside my head. With a tilt of my chin, my lips meet his wrist in a loving buss. Curling forward, I continue up his knotted and twisted arm, generous in my affection, even when my lips catch on a particularly coarse patch of his wooden brawn.

His body freezes at my ministrations, gaze locked on the movement of my lips. Confounded by my attentiveness. A final kiss presses to the juncture where his shoulder meets his neck, cracks and splinters meeting smooth flesh. I let my head fall back to rest on the floor, smile wide and satisfied.

He remains still for another beat or two. But when his gaze clears, he slants his lips over mine, urgent and wild—abandoning his previous restraint in favor of devouring the pleased and needy sounds that crawl up my throat.

My head spins with each kiss, a heady dance of our tongues, our breaths mingling together. It’s intoxicating and addictive. Utterly sublime. His very presence seeps through my veins, igniting a burning passion that pools in my belly.

His body slots against mine, finding home in the cradle between my thighs, his weight such a welcome comfort tears spring to my eyes. It’s overwhelming yet not enough, desire and desperation swirling through my mind in a cacophony as our lips connect.

The length of his beautiful cock rests against my lower lips, his hips rolling as he continues to kiss me. My knees press into his sides, fingers gripping at his back. But he does not comply with my unspoken enticement.

Instead, his lips travel down my throat, sweet and soft. My head tilts back, reveling in the delicious treatment as he explores the expanse of my body. His rough stubble scratches in a delightful burn. His greedy fingers dig just enough into my pillowy flesh. His mouth sucks and tongue licks until my legs quiver. No sliver of skin left safe from his touch or his kiss. And it’s heaven.

My fingers find occupation wherever they can reach—clutching the muscles of his arms, of his back, burying themselves in the length of his hair. I tug at the roots and weave through strands, finding prickly soft burrs, broken twigs, and velvety leaves amongst the tresses.

When I can take no more of his teasing touches, my hands cup his cheeks and crash our lips together, whining into his mouth as my legs hook behind his.

“Please,” I implore, ever closer to the brink, wanton and wanting.

His eyes swirl with deep lust, watching me, captivated. He shifts, so subtle, notching at my entrance and descends, fingers cradling my neck as he sinks into me.

My breath catches in my throat, heart jumping to join it. Eyes widening, I glance down, only for his fingers to tilt my gaze back to his with a gentle nudge. He fills me completely, hips flush to mine, and pauses.

The world melts away, the thrall of our coupling capturing us. Heartbeat thumping in my chest, I roll my hips, grinding on his cock, craving that delicious friction that will slake the burning lust in my core. And he indulges me, rocking in tandem, a deep pulsing rhythm.

We move together, chasing that precious climax. We drink each other in, tongues flicking over lips as mewls and grunts and moans permeate the air. The fever builds. Yet I cannot care even as sweat drips from my temple and creates a sheen on my skin.

It consumes us, our pleasure. My dryad’s eyelids flutter, fighting to remain open and focused on the bliss splashed across my features. And I have long given up the fight. Dazed and lost in the heady onslaught of sensation, I float. Each thrust and grind of his cock another decadent spark of pleasure twisting in my belly.

His grunts transform, indistinct sounds morphing into an approximation of one word, a repetitious chant, spilling over his lips as he presses kisses across my cheeks and down my throat, “Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.”

The sounds dripping from my tongue, incoherent and nonsensical, accept and praise the creature above me, this beautiful being who protects me, claims me.

My pleasure reaches its zenith, crashing over me and swallowing me whole. A wordless cry parts my lips. My thighs tremble and I clutch at his shoulders, our slick bodies sliding against one another in our erotic dance.

His eyes shine, gazing down at me in wonder, smooth fingers brushing across my face. My lips seek them out, small kisses pressed to each tip before they return to my neck.

“I,” my voice breaks off in a whimper, sensitive as our bodies meet again and again, climbing toward another peak so soon after my first. “I love you,” I gasp out, back arching beneath him, even as his weight pins me down.

My mind flurries, the confession a surprise even to myself—yet no less true. Swallowing down the spike of trepidation in my throat, I wrap my arms around my dryad, clinging to his well-defined muscles and drawing him impossibly closer until his heavy weight crushes me.

A noise rumbles in his chest, his nose tracing over my cheek and lips split in a smile. His left hand shifts from the ground, weaving his fingers with mine, scraping my skin with the roughness of his palm.

His pace accelerates, rutting into me with tantalizing abandon. My breath hitches, spurred toward another incredible rush. His lips descend, capturing mine and stifling my voice, rising in octave as I climb higher. A growl rolls in his throat, his eyes flashing, stronger thrusts dragging his cock against my walls.

And all at once, we plummet into euphoria. His release, the warm ropes of his seed painting my walls and triggering my own ecstasy. Our breaths mingle as we ride out our rapture, basking in the connection.

Cool vines creep across my throat, tickling and tingling as they wrap and weave. Too lost in the syrupy sweetness of my orgasm, my curiosity remains dormant. No thought acknowledging the sensation other than to shiver at the touch. They soon harden to rigid wood encircling my neck, an inflexible choker. Small leaves and acorns bloom along the twists, brushing against my skin and settling as pretty adornments.

My dryad gazes down, fingers laced with mine and kisses me, languid and loving. He settles atop me. His heavy weight comforting, welcome, warm. My free hand wraps around his back, thoughts flickering to life as my pulse calms and I regain my wits.

He shifts, resting his head on my breasts, eyes falling shut. My fingers trace the length of his spine, relishing the intimacy of the moment. A purr like wind rustling through leaves vibrates his chest, a steady rumble that pulses under my skin. Sighing into the hush of the forest, I relax. Content and whole and home.

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