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biteofcherry · 4 months

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Entwined

Leshy!Steve Rogers x female reader; Steve Rogers x female reader

summary: You enter the woods hoping to gain the ancient being's mercy and help. However, you hadn't expected how truly powerful he is, or what price he will ask of you.

*Leshy is a deity of the forests in Slavic mythology. He rules over the forest and hunting.

warnings: sort of monsterfucking (though Leshy isn't exactly a monster, more of an eldritch entity); consensual, with a slight dash of dub-con; tiny bit of manipulation; smut;

Author's Note: This is a story written for Aspen's (@buckets-and-trees) Enchanted Birthday Festival. Early happy birthday, love! ❤️ I've been toying with the idea of Leshy!Steve for a bit and Aspen's challenge was the perfect opportunity to work on it. Especially since she loves forests, plants and all things wild nature 💚 Also a special shout out to @vonalyn who listened to me ramble about the hotness of Leshy!Steve when the idea first came to mind!

“Are you willing to sacrifice?”

His voice echoed with the power of a booming wind, rattling your bones and swishing up your skirts.

The trees surrounding you seemed to grow out their branches, weaving into thick, green walls closing up. Sunlight, just moments ago filtering through the tree crowns, had disappeared; but the dots of luminescent fireflies flickered on, filling the space with a deceptively warm glow.

You looked around, seeking for a path, or entrance through which you might escape, if you chose to. There was none. Within seconds you found yourself trapped in the depths of the ancient forest, with a being whose mercy you came to beg for.

When about an hour ago you stepped into the woods, you were bracing yourself for the sense of being watched, perhaps hunted. You haven’t considered how closely in contact with the powers of nature you’d come.

Your steps never faltered as the soft carpet of juicy grass beneath your feet seemed to grow more resilient the deeper into the woods you went; green straws springing back from being crushed under your shoe. The further you went, however, the dewy emerald grew sparse, shrinking into rich soil scattered with shards of bark, little leaves and pillows of moss.

Rays of sunlight filtered through the branches, casting glowy direction into the sacred altar hidden in the belly of the wilderness. It felt so peaceful, so relaxing, that you’d gladly sink into the shades of green and speckles of gold.

If not for the pounding of your worried heart, which knew that you were searching for more than reprieve.

Had you known what awaited, you’d listen to your heart’s anxious patter and run away.

But you were determined. Though your grandma would probably call it simple stubbornness.

You didn’t enter the woods to forage, nor to roam it to fill your soul with happiness. No, your feet carried you forward to face the greatest of dangers and beg for mercy.

Not only for yourself, but for the village and people who lived in fear, but still refused to abide by the ancient laws. Proud and focused on ways to increase wealth, they forgot there’s more in the world than just gold and war.

Powers mightier than any army. Beings greater and more dangerous than any king.

When wolves ripped to shreds one of the lumberjacks, everyone thought it to be a tragic accident. When two other people disappeared in the woods, never returning, others came up with ideas of them running away. Then a mother was seen screaming as wolves dragged her body into the forest. The child that followed, crying after its mum, disappeared. A day later a small fawn started prancing around the garden by the empty now household.

Still, people refused to bow to the entity that could be behind all of this, or at least held the power to end this madness. Or so you hoped.

Having packed a big wicker basket of offerings - jars of golden honey, cheese wrapped in paper, strings of colorful beads and pearls, folded silk, dried exotic fruit you got from the market - you carried it deep into the woods, to place them on the long forgotten altar where your ancestors paid their respects to the guardian of the forest and nature.

Leshy.

You expected to find the ancient, stone altar, with a deformed statue overgrown with moss. The plan was to lay your offerings there, spend some time bowing down and praying for mercy, then returning to the clueless village.

For a few beats it went like that. The birds still chirped, leaves rustled softly in the wind, your offerings laid motionless on the slab of stone.

Then, suddenly, ivy vines weaved up, covering the stone and your produce in a thick cocoon. The earth rumbled and melted, swallowing the altar whole.

Startled, you took a shaky step back and lost your balance, falling onto your butt. A split of a second when your gaze looked up at the darkening sky and when you returned it forward, he was already standing in front of you.

Whenever you thought of Leshy, no particular image came to mind. You always thought the creature to be an entity beyond human imagination.

He was that, but also… not.

He reminded a human man, but only at first glance.

Much taller, with shoulders broader than the blacksmith’s (whom you always thought to be the biggest man alive). His complexion was fair, but the veins in his arms were jewel green. His hair and beard seemed cast from various shades of gold, intertwined with russet bronze and chestnut reddish. Delicate, tiny vines crawled up his cheeks and along his forehead; like intricate tattoos.

From the thick mane of his silky looking hair sprouted majestic antlers. Thick and sturdy, their dark color with filaments of gold shining through. His eyes, when you met them, were a striking shade of blue-green. Rare and iridescent, like ponds bathed in the light of dawn.

“It’s been a while since a human has come to me.”

The entity’s voice was deep and low, both dangerous and soft, like a purr of a bear or a jungle cat.

“Are you Leshy?” You swallowed nervously.

“I’ve been called that, yes.” When he grinned, amused, the filigree vines on his body glowed luminescent.

“And you are?” He asked, courtly.

When you whispered your name, he leaned forward, bending slightly and outstretching his hand for you to take. As you slipped your shaky fingers into his palm, you felt the pulsing warmth seep through you. It reminded you of the sun-heated earth beneath bare feet.

As he helped you stand up, your gaze drifted up his body. You noticed that while most of his skin looked like any human’s flesh, a stripe along his left calf and thigh seemed textured like bark. A combination of moss and vines formed a fitting coverage around his narrow hips; yet you still caught the sight of a green vein slithering down his chiseled abdomen.

More gold-glowing, floral-like tattoos appeared ingrained into the skin along his ribs. Skin on top of his right shoulder looked to be made of bark, just like on his leg.

As much as he looked unworldly, you also found him majestic.

Beautiful, as nature itself.

“Those who know me, call me Steve.” He said, holding your hand in his and not letting you step away. “It's a shortened and funnily deformed version of Svyatobor.”

Lost in his eerie blue eyes, it took you a longer moment to realize what his name meant.

Breath hitched in your chest, your pupils widened as you stared up at him. All this time you believed Leshy is a creature brought to life and given a purpose by a god. That’s what all the legends suggested. It didn’t occur to you, it's a deity itself.

A god of the forest.

After a moment of complete stupor, shock gave way to a flash of fear. You bowed your head and started to fall onto your knees, to pay proper respect. However, his hand still holding yours pulled you up.

“None of that is necessary.” He assured you.

Though when you tipped your head up to look at him, Leshy’s gaze slid down your body in a slow, assessing study.

“At least not in that sense,” he murmured, licking his lips.

His eyes flicked back to yours. The stark blue pulsing with more green specks than before; as if his body came to life the same way nature sprung back as the snow melted away.

You felt a rush of heat through your veins at the suggestive implication of his words.

“What have you come here for, little fern?”

“To beg for mercy for my village.” Once again, you lowered your gaze. “People have been disappearing and being hurt. Swallowed by the forest or its creatures. I plead for no more blood to be spilled.”

Steve’s face betrayed no sign of irritation. For a split of a second you thought you saw a flash of sunlit amusement in his irises, but no mockery followed. He studied you for a long moment, not saying a word.

When he moved, it was slow and nonthreatening. You still startled, though perhaps it was at the loss of contact as his hand gently released your fingers.

He walked over to where the ground swallowed the altar with your offerings. It was only then that you realized a thick carpet of clovers had filled the space where the table had been. Delicate leaves tilted toward Steve’s legs, brushing against him with the softest of rustles, as if they were purring for him.

“You brought me honey, which you poured out of the goodness of your heart. But don’t you know that our wild bees’ honey is sweeter?” Steve asked, walking barefoot through the small field of clovers back toward you.

He stepped even closer this time and you felt the unique warmth radiating from him. A little stifling, like the humidity of the forest soaked in rain that was evaporating in the high summer sun.

It was making you dizzy in a very pleasant way.

“You gave me expensive fabrics, but nothing feels as soft and luxurious as petals of early spring’s flowers.” He circled you, like an animal may circle its prey. “None of your colorful beads shine as bright as drops of dew in the moonlight.”

“I-” What were you supposed to say? You didn’t have much and what you gave away was a big sacrifice in terms of your day to day survival.

You also didn’t think Leshy would be pleased, if you brought seasoned meat. He was, after all, a protector of wild animals. That sort of disrespect may have killed you on the spot.

Suddenly, you felt his hand brush along your waist. A light, fleeting touch, but enough to send a jolt down your spine.

“Moreover, you try to barter a single basket for dozens of lives.” Steve stopped in front of you.

“I’m sorry.” You lowered your head in shame, feeling the burning tears gather beneath your eyelids.

He was right and you didn’t think of that when you were packing your basket. It made you feel helpless, that you had nothing else to offer.

“Don’t be.” Steve tilted your chin up with the pads of his fingertips. His gaze was soft, glinting sincerity.

“You still did more than any other human has for decades. I’m just pointing out that a life can be compared in cost to another life, nothing else. No riches equal a heartbeat.”

You understood the value, agreed with it completely. But it made the situation look unsolvable. The fate of your village was doomed to go through horrors, since there was no other way to barter for it.

Then you registered the warmth of Steve’s fingers still holding your chin. His thumb angled to rub along your lower lip. You were in the hands of a powerful deity. Steve may have appeared nonthreatening, but he was still an ancient entity demanding a sacrifice.

No riches equal a heartbeat. You had a heartbeat. A rapidly fluttering one, at the moment; bouncing against the bars of your ribcage in fear of being ripped from it.

“You mean-” You swallowed a bile rising in your throat. “My life for theirs?”

You wanted to help your village, to help people in general. That need to care and nurture have always been so deeply ingrained in you. But you wanted to live! You wanted to experience feelings and wonders, joys and losses. You weren’t ready to meet the end so soon, so unexpectedly. The two needs - to help and to survive - were clashing in violence.

Steve’s hand moved from your chin to cup your cheek. Since he was the only comfort available at the moment, you leaned into his touch. A soothing shush spilled from his lips as he caught your panicked gaze and locked it with his.

“I’m not thirsty for blood, little fern.” He assured you. “I long for company.”

Somehow, looking into his eyes and sinking into the warmth his closeness provided, you felt the fear subsiding. Slowly, still leaving instinctive distrust, but it eased away.

“You want a friend?” You blinked, a little confused.

Of course you understood what he meant the moment he said it, but a voice of reason wouldn’t accept the fact this beautiful, powerful being wanted to bed you. Out of all the things a deity may demand, fucking an unimpressive mortal like you shouldn’t be on the list.

Steve laughed at your question, genuinely amused.

Instantly, choirs of birds joined his mirth in a tinkling melody that carried through the forest.

“No.” Steve shook his head; smile-caused crinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes and the filigree vines along his skin curled.

“I’ve got friends. You would meet them, if you stayed.” It surprised you, teasing your curiosity about what other beings roamed these forests.

Your thoughts didn’t stay focused on the matter for long. Not when Steve’s hand slid down the column of your neck, his other arm weaving around your waist and pulling you close to his body.

Very close. Even through the fabrics of your skirts and corset you felt the hard planes of his muscles against the softness of your body. Your hands landed on his chest, at first in an attempt to brace yourself to perhaps fight him off, but any force to push away dissipated. Instead, your fingertips were tingling.

Steve’s breath teased your skin as he leaned down, trailing his lips along your jaw.

“I want intimacy. Passion. And devotion.” He murmured, gripping the back of your neck as his other hand dipped lower to squeeze the flesh of your bottom.

Abruptly, your whole body tensed and you gasped when something coiled around your ankles. Thin and tickling, possibly an ivy vine. It curled along your legs, reaching upwards. Teasing your skin with a brush of leaves and forcing your legs slightly apart.

Steve’s lips grazed the shell of your ear.

“I wish to splay you on the moss and have it soak up your sweet juices as I play with your pretty cunt.”

You jerked in his embrace, but your core ignited. Heat pooled low in your abdomen, spreading down in a quick wave and filling your folds.

“I want to stretch you on my cock and have you call me your god not out of fear, but the pleasure I give you.” The vines that weaved around your legs didn’t reach far up your thighs, but if they had, your wetness would coat the delicate leaves.

“I want to fill you, until you bloom flowers and berries.”

Breathing became hard as the images filled your head; though you doubted it was a trick of his, more your own imagination eagerly supplying possibilities Steve words enticed.

When Steve unexpectedly released you and took a step back, you shivered as if you were dropped into a cold cave. Deprived of light and warmth.

He appeared more inhuman as he stretched to his full height and loomed over you.

“Are you willing to sacrifice?”

His voice echoed with the power of a booming wind, rattling your bones and swishing up your skirts.

Shaken from the daze Steve’s proximity and dirty words have caused, you faced the deal he was proposing with a clearer mind.

You’d be bound to the forest as long as Steve wanted to keep you, having to abandon your human life and plans. But you would be alive. And so would the villagers, some of whom were your friends.

You chanced one more look at the wall of branches and vines, briefly wondering if he’d let you go had you refused. Probably. But it was uncertain what awaited your village, or any other, if you backed out.

Taking a deep breath, you turned back to Steve. You gripped the fabric of your skirt to cover the nervous shaking of your fingers.

“Yes,” the word rolled out on your tongue like a faint whisper, but he heard it.

His eyes shimmered with tempting joy, like the reflection of sunlight on the rippling sheet of a lake. In a blink of an eye he was right in front of you, his hands on your hips.

“I’ll be good to you, my little fern.” Tip of his nose nudged along yours, warm breath softening your lips into compliance.

When he kissed you, it felt as if berries burst on your tongue, filling your mouth with sweet flavor.

Your hands traveled up his arms, clutching his shoulders. The one covered in bark provided a new, unique sensation. It grazed your fingertips, but also felt grounding. He didn’t have to pull you closer, your body turned pliant on its own volition.

Steve swallowed your gasp, gripping your hips tighter, as thick vines of ivy rapidly wound around you. They covered you whole, like they had that stone altar before. It felt scary and suffocating, but as soon as the cocoon of greenery swallowed your forms fully it burst apart; leaves scattered around in a fountain.

You broke the kiss, tipping your head away and looking around. You were no longer in the same spot. You were in no recognizable place, to be exact.

If you could find a name for it, the heart of the forest would be it.

Light green grass spread around in a thick carpet, with patterns of bluebells and lilies of the valley. Graceful, tall birches circled the place, their silvery leaves catching chunks of sun rays. By a spot where wild rose bushes weaved an intricate arch stood a big bed. Easily high at hip height, woven tightly of green moss and periwinkles.

Steve didn’t give you much time to admire. With a firm push of his hand he tilted your head back towards him. Kept cupping your cheek as he kissed you again, more urgently this time. Demanding.

He released you to tug on your clothes, doing a swift job with layers of your skirts, but grumbling a bit when trying to untie your corset.

“Won’t need that anymore here, little fern,” he purred as your breasts spilled out.

Then he was picking you up, big hands gripping the back of your thighs and hoisting you easily. He sat on the bed, slowly easing you down until you were standing between his spread legs.

It was only then that you realized the coverage around his hips was gone, leaving him exposed in all his glory.

You couldn’t help peeking down. Your pussy clenched around nothing as you stared at the impressive size of him. Your mouth filled with the aftertaste of berries and your own saliva as his cock twitched upwards.

Steve’s hands roamed over your body, exploring your curves and lines with utmost fascination. He didn’t hesitate leaning forward to capture a stiff nipple into his mouth, sucking eagerly. His antlers gave you a scare as they brushed so close to your skin, but not once did his movement cause you pain.

Feeling a little bolder, you slipped one of your hands between the roots of his antlers and into his hair. They felt soft and silky. Your other hand gripped the top of his shoulder; the one where bark printed into your palm in a sensation you were finding more and more pleasant.

As Steve pulled back slightly, you slipped your fingers from his hair and across his face, mapping out contours and scratching through his beard. He gripped one of your legs under your knee and pulled it up, placing your foot on the bed and spreading you obscenely. His eyes darkened, something wolfish glinting in them as his gaze settled on your puffed, wet folds.

“Show me how you touch yourself,” he demanded in a raspy voice.

The hand on your calf kept caressing and squeezing your flesh, while his other fisted his cock as your fingers dipped between your thighs.

None of your lovers ever expressed desire to see you pleasure yourself, but Steve’s gaze was so heated you didn’t feel shy. Quite the opposite, somehow it felt so easy and natural; even more arousing as Steve licked his lips in unmasked hunger.

“Let me taste you. I bet you’re sweeter and richer than any honey.”

You moaned, pushing two fingers inside and pumping them in and out a few times. When you brought your glistening digits to his lips, Steve licked them in a broad stroke of his tongue then took them into his mouth. His greedy sucking had your clit pulsing wildly.

“Delicious,” he hummed in delight, “and so ready for me, aren’t you?”

Swiftly, he grabbed your hips and pulled you over his lap. Your gasp at the sudden movement and the feeling of his cock against your inner thigh combined with Steve’s loud groan of pleasure, when you gripped his antlers to steady yourself.

“That’s it. Keep touching them.” He urged you on as he slid you down his shaft. “It’s as if you were gripping my cock.”

“Nghh!” You keened, tightening your desperate hold on the antlers as your walls stretched around Steve’s girth.

“Too big!” You whined, yet your hips followed the command of Steve’s hands as he guided you down.

“Shh, my little fern. Take it. I know you can.” He was mercilessly forcing you down, moaning as your tight, hot walls enveloped him. “All your sweet holes will learn to take all of me.”

By the time he was buried to the root, you were shaking in pleasure. Your cheek was pressed to Steve’s, your breath coming out in jagged, hot puffs. Where your breasts were squished into the hard planes of Steve’s chest, it felt as if the filigree vines pulsing beneath his skin moved to tease your nipples. Steve’s hands were splayed on your hips, holding you in place as he savored the feel of your pussy around him.

After a moment, he began rocking up into you and a few heartbeats later started bouncing you up and down his length. Soon your whimpers stretched into moans. Despite feeling boneless in his powerful hold, you also felt a surge of need to take from him as much as he was taking from your pliant body.

You held Steve’s gaze as you straightened your back and started riding him; your fingers squeezing his antlers.

When your climax hit, it was intense and unworldly.

The first burst of it felt like falling into a cool mountain streak, only for the next tremors to fill you with heat and glow. Your head spinned and your moans and cries intertwined with small gasps of laughter. It was everything at once! Running with the wolves, picking fresh raspberries, twirling around in summer rain.

And when Steve followed soon after, cumming with a loud roar, each spurt of his seed seemed to immerse you in hot springs.

It was a rush of sensations; overwhelming, but addictive.

When you met Steve’s gaze - both of you breathing heavily and still rocking into the continuous rhythm of aftershocks - you had no idea your irises bore first specks of inhuman green. All you knew was that you wanted more.

And so you demanded it.

Steve’s grin at your responsiveness was near predatory. He pinned you beneath him on the soft mossy pillows, placed your ankles over his shoulders and plunged into you in a hard thrust that had your scream echoing through the woods.

Soon you’d be bound to him and the forest with every cell of your changing body.

#aspensenchantedbday #buckets-and-trees #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Rogers x you #Steve Rogers x female reader #Steve Rogers imagine #Steve Rogers fic #Leshy!Steve Rogers #leshy!Steve Rogers x reader #entwined

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buckets-and-trees · 7 months

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Aspen's Enchanted Birthday Festival Announcement

October first marks one hundred days until my birthday! So from now until my birthday on January 9th I'm hosting a writing festival!

For this fest, I'm interested in seeing some mystical creatures we don't typically see, though you're free to adapt them and their lore however you see fit.

You do not need to follow me to participate (though it's appreciated). Details and guidelines under the keep reading/read more...

REQUIRED: Feature at least one of the creatures from this list:

Leshy/Leshen

Lampago

Lampad

Naiad

Dryad

Drows

Peryton

Tarasque

Skrat

The creature could be the reader, the leading man, or a creature they encounter. You can go with strict mythology, or riff off the elements of the base lore.

REQUIRED: Feature at least one of the characters from this list:

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

Joaquin Torres

Nick Fowler

God the Bounty Hunter

Ari Levinson

Curtis Everett

Lloyd Hansen

OPTIONAL: if you would like some melodic or lyrical inspiration, here are nine songs I'm floating your way:

“A&W” by Lana Del Rey

“Holocene” by Bon Iver

“Never Let Me Go” by Florence + the Machine

“The Lightning Strike” by Snow Patrol

“If I Say” by Mumford & Sons

“Fine Line” by Harry Styles

“Abstract (Psychopomp)” by Hozier

“The Moment I Said It” by Imogen Heap

“Daydreaming” by Rosa Pullman

Writing must be an x reader story.

Minimum 500 words, maximum 9k words.

If part of an existing series, must be able to read as a stand alone piece.

Must be posted on tumblr between October 1, 2023, and January 9, 2024.

I will only read and reblog works that tag @buckets-and-trees and use the tag #aspensenchantedbday.

Stories MUST use a creature and character from the lists provided, but using song inspiration is optional.

All stories must be inclusive in nature.

No DD/lg dynamics, no pet play, no beastiality (if a monster cannot express consent, it is beastiality), no rpf (real person fiction), no scat play, no underage relations of a romantic or sexual nature.

Make sure to tag content and trigger warning appropriately and use a read more/keep reading cut after 300 words.

If you want to create something for THIS event that also aligns with other challenges or events, you can stack/maximize as long as that other event or challenge allows for it (doesn’t demand exclusivity).

I'm not obligated to read or reblog any works that fail to adhere to the requirements listed above.

If you're familiar with my library, you'll know I write a range of light to dark, fluff to smut, and so entries across the board are welcome as long as they meet the stipulated requirements.

May these creatures haunt your muse in the best way between now and January 9th!

#aspensenchantedbday #writing challenge #writing fest

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polyam-ship-showdown · 1 year

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Polyam Ship Showdown Round 1!

So I have combed through the 200+ submissions, combed through it and come up with the final bracket that you will see right here.

Feel free to have a bit of fun! You can download this picture and make your predictions or even just present it as how it would go down if it was all your choice.

Round 1 will start at 6:00 PM EST on February 18th. Polls will roll out every minute until done. Then it's showtime!

The brackets are as follows:

Sasha Waybright/Anne Boonchuy/Marcy Wu (Amphibia) vs Batman/Superman/Wonder Woman (DC Comics)

Willow Park/Luz Noceda/Amity Blight (The Owl House) vs Jaune Arc/Nora Valkyrie/Pyrrha Nikos/Lie Ren (RWBY)

Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: The Last Airbender) vs Mafuyu Asahina/Kanade Yoisaki/Ena Shinonome/Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai)

Annalise Obrien/Gabriel Boutin/Nathan Byrne (The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself) vs Leonard McCoy/Spock/James T. Kirk (Star Trek: The Original Series)

Megaera/Thanatos/Zagreus (Hades) vs Monika/Sayori/Yuri/Natsuki (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Koutarou Bokuto/Keiji Akaashi/Tetsurou Kuroo/Kenma Kozume (Haikyuu!!) vs Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who)

Leshy/Grimora/Magnificus/P03 (Inscryption) vs Red Son/MK/Mei Dragon (LEGO Monkie Kid)

Sonic the Hedgehog/Shadow the Hedgehog/Silver the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs The Mane 6 Polycule (My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic)

Lewis Pepper/Vivi Yukino/Arthur Kingsmen (Mystery Skulls Animated) vs Quanxi/Cosmo/Pingtsi/Long/Tsugihagi (Chainsaw Man)

Donald Duck/Panchito Pistoles/Jose Carioca (The Three Caballeros) vs Miguel/Tulio/Chel (The Road To El Dorado)

Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler/Jonathan Byers (Stranger Things) vs Kathy Selden/Don Lockwood/Cosmo Brown (Singin’ In The Rain)

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) vs Velma Dinkley/Daphne Blake/Fred Jones/Norville "Shaggy" Rogers (Scooby-Doo)

Shiver/Frye/Big Man (Splatoon 3) vs Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts)

Star Butterfly/Marco Diaz/Tom Lucitor (Star vs The Forces of Evil) vs Parker/Alec Hardison/Eliot Spencer (Leverage)

Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier/Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher) vs Eugene/Rapunzel/Cassandra (Tangled: The Series)

Finn/Rey/Poe Dameron (Star Wars) vs Trevor Belmont/Sypha Belnades/Alucard (Castlevania)

#polyamshipshowdown2023 #tumblr polls #round 1 #polyam #ot3

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transbuckaroo · 2 years

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WITCHER SEASON 2 SPOILERS

this is a copy and paste of the thread i made on twitter because OH BOY AM I ANGRY

i have a fucking BONE TO PICK with episode two of #TheWitcher it is FILLED with lazy writing and SPITS on eskel’s character for no reason whatsoever. the absolute DISRESPECT for one of the franchises MOST IMPORTANT CHARACTERS is disgusting. you had infinite source material. fuck.

#TheWitcher had SO MUCH to work with for him and then INSTANTLY erased who he was and the kind of brother he is. i’ve NEVER been more angry at a piece of media. i couldn’t even start the next episode for nearly 15 minutes because i had to calm down and process the MESS i watched.

what’s even more fucked up is that you know it’s lazy writing and bad story telling from #TheWitcher because we all CALLED IT the moment we realized basil wasn’t being interviewed and we barely saw eskel in the trailers and teasers. basil could have done so much for eskel. wow.

i was so excited. my darling boy. the big brother. the mentor. the lover. the caretaker. the goat dad. one of the main wolf trio. #TheWitcher shouldn’t have done this to him. i hope they’re embarrassed about this colossal fuck-up and live in it for years to come. love you basil.

and to add to this,

i have not sat here since season 1 and consumed every fucking kind of material i could about this franchise for nothing. fan work, the books, the games, i watched the other live action things, i deep dove into the lore and the stories, i got a medallion, i bought merch, i made my own bestiary, i have the swords TATTOOED ON MY BODY FOREVER. these writers didn’t know what to do with this amazing character and they fucking killed him. they used him as a plot device and that’s it.

NOT TO MENTION the way they made him lazy in a fight against A LESHY???? eskel is THE SIGNS EXPERT. THAT IS HIS SPECIAL SKILL. HES THE BEST AT THEM. AND HE DIDNT KNOW YOU HAD TO KILL A LESHY WITH FIRE TO THE HEART???? HE FORGOT IGNI????? i’m so mad. because WHAT EVEN IS THAT? eskel had so much potential and basil eidenbenz could have absolutely rocked it. he could have done such amazing things and he didn’t even get a full episode to try and show us that. the writers destroyed eskel for nothing. for absolutely nothing. to move along other characters. it’s bullshit.

i am more angry now than when i watched steve rogers’ character get destroyed in endgame. and i’ve been up marvel’s ass since 2016 and had to watch that movie on my birthday. the witcher took one of the best characters, one of the main trio, and killed him off instantaneously. they made him an asshole and made him swing at geralt and then killed him. it was lazy writing and it is unforgivable. i will die on this hill right next to him if i have to. what the fuck.

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mitsususu · 3 years

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I just wanna be by your side (if these wings could fly) for the rest of our lives. Magical Realism! Below are my Top 5 Favorite stories:

“Sunshine's Gifts” (E, 52k) by Quarra, wearing_tearing

“Who are you?” Steve asks, eyes bright with anger and cheeks flushed with heat.

Bucky laughs.

His warrior, his Steve, is as brave and as incredible as Bucky thought him to be.

“Is this how you offer me thanks for saving your life?” Bucky grins, delight making him giddy and playful. “Pinning me to the ground without even a proper courtship first?”

Or: Bucky is Horny. Steve likes his big rack.

+ Alt Avengers. Fae Bucky leads the Wild Hunt and gets a crush on Captain America. Courting, flying horses, space dogs, and everyone is happy

-☆-

“The Leshy's Prey” (E, 5k) by DeamonSlayer576, exclamation

Steve is just a small woodland fairy, but when he hears that the Leshy, a powerful forest spirit, has stolen a child, he can't let this injustice stand. He takes it upon himself to confront the Leshy. The confrontation... doesn't go as planned.

When the confrontation goes in a more sexual direction than Steve had intended, he's not certain he minds, and maybe the Leshy isn't as bad as he'd first thought.

+ Fantasy AU. Fairy Steve helps the local village find lost items, and gets more than he bargained for when he looks for a lost child.

-☆-

“Runaways” (T, 4k) by crinklefries

“Do you believe in magic?” Bucky asks, sitting back on his haunches.

Bucky’s too old to believe in that kind of thing. He graduates in a year with a Bachelor of Science in Engineering from the Columbia University. He believes in what he can see, in what he can touch and feel.

He can’t believe in magic.

But.

+ Modern AU. Bucky finds interesting trinkets all around New York and falls in love with Steve along the way

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“Going Through” (G, 2k) by Taste_is_Sweet

Bucky wasn't quite sure what to do with the extremely angry fairy he rescued from the group of Make Humanity Great Again! assholes who'd been trying to suffocate him in a jar.

+ Fantasy AU. Steve gets saved, nursed back to heath, and gets a crush.

-☆-

“Under the Hawthorn Tree” (E, 57k) by odetteandodile

There is a faerie tale of sorts, though it’s one known only by the Fair Folk themselves and a few others who know that they can’t tell it.

It goes like this.

A young man wanders into the woods one night, and wanders until he isn't a young man anymore—but something else.

Seventy years later, another man follows him. Inside of a magic ring, they meet.

(or, Bucky is a faerie—amongst other things—and Steve Rogers, as always, is helpless but to love him from the start)

+ Modern AU. Environmental Consultant Steve gets sent to check out a forest before it gets bulldozed. He finds a mushroom circle, Bucky, and the fae court.

-☆-

-☆- And a freebie where fae are involved! -☆-

“Thyme and Tide” (T, 21k) by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen), seleneheart

Bucky might be only a one-armed ex-mercenary who'd washed up, half-drowned, on the shores of Sciatha with nothing and nowhere—never mind how hard Captain Rogers, head of Sciatha's Royal Guard, was trying to change that—but even he knew better than to get involved with the fae.

Unfortunately, that wisdom had somehow bypassed Sciatha's ancient kings…and fae bargains always came due.

+ Fantasy AU. The kingdom has a deal with the fae, and they’ve taken Steve. Bucky holds faith that Steve will return.

-☆-

+ More fic recs here

#stucky #stucky fic #fic rec #Top 5 Favs #Quarra #wearing_tearing #DaemonSlayer576 #exclamation #crinklefries #taste_is_sweet #odetteandodile #leveragehunters #seleneheart

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biteofcherry · 8 days

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Can you please share a filthy (but maybe also soft!!) thought about Entwined!Steve?! 🥺 Does he have a favorite kink? Or maybe is there something random that has him going from zero to feral real fast?

As an ancient being an actual god, Entwined Steve has a weakness for rituals and celebrations of old traditions. Like summer solstice, or autumn equinox. There's mysterious atmosphere to it, full of temptation. He used to watch lovers wander into the woods on summer solstice night in search of mythical fern's flower, but ending up fucking on the forest floor.

Now he has you to join him on the strolls through the moonlight streaked forest, watching through the magical veil that separates you from the human world.

He teases you, asking if you ever wanted to find the nonexistent flower. When you shrug, saying you preferred dancing around the bonfire, Steve gives you a wicked grin.

He gives you his hand and offers to search for it with you. As with the humans, the search is a foreplay that ends with Steve fucking your brains out.

Taking you raw on the dirty ground as you moan and giggle is perhaps his greatest kink.

The fern flower never existed, but Steve creates it for you; letting a unique single bloom open its luminous petals as you lay in the afterglow on the ground, your pussy still stretched around his cock.

The other thing that has him going both smitten and feral is seeing you so simply free and happy:

when you stretch your limbs after waking up, your naked body soaked in the morning glow and the changes in your body prominent;

when you laugh and run through the forest as rain patters through the branches, running toward him;

when a sapling grows toward your fingers for the first time as your blooming power tickles it.

Well, seeing you happy and free and growing into your potential gives him a kick, but it's also the knowledge that it's all due to his power. His power and essence filling you, changing you. Marking you as his.

#Siri #stargazingfangirl18 #Leshy!Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #Entwined #Steve Rogers x you

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buckets-and-trees · 4 months

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Aspen's Enchanted Birthday Masterlist

Small but mighty list - but the contributing authors are two of my all-time favorites and showed up for this fest with some of their most incredible work! Seriously, I could not be more honored to have these stories written for this humble little fest.

Works contributed for my Enchanted Birthday writing festival:

↠ LAMPAD offer me my deathless death by @witchywithwhiskey Ancient Greek Hero!Steve Rogers x Underworld Nymph!Female Reader

↠ LESHY Entwined by @biteofcherry Leshy!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

The Only Way of Knowing You by @buckets-and-trees Leshy!Nick Fowler x Female Reader

#steve rogers #monster fucking #nick fowler #aspensenchantedbday #my talented friends are so talented #aspen wrote something

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ao3-spideypool · 7 years

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Tell Me I'm Nothing, Call Me A Something, Treat Me Cruel

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2j0HNnZ

by xx_my_veins_are_made_of_icexx

“Who are you, girl?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“How can you not know who you are, brat?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know that either, sir?”

Yes, the title is from We Don't Belong Here by Black Veil Brides, the release of The Outsider has me all het up so blame BVB and tumblr and my own desire for a daddy/mommy dom.

Words: 1091, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Motionless in White (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Peter Parker, Wade Wilson, Chris "Motionless" Cerulli, Angelo Parente, Ricky "Horror" Olson, Ryan Sitkowski, Vinny Mauro, Devin "Ghost" Sola, Joshua Balz, Ryan Ashley Malarkey, Toronto and Pia, Phil Coulson, Nick Fury, Thanos (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Original Female Character(s), Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor, James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, All of the Avengers/All of the Avengers, Peter Parker/Wade Wilson, T'Challa/Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Pietro Maximoff/Everyone, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Chris "Motionless" Cerulli/Angelo Parente, Ricky "Horror" Olson/Ryan Sitkowski, Vinny Mauro/Devin "Ghost" Sola, Joshua Balz/Ryan Ashley Malarkey, Everyone in MIW/Everyone in MIW/Ryan Ashley Malarkey

Additional Tags: Everyone Is Poly Because Avengers, Everyone in MIW is polyamorous, Basically Most People Are Gay, Kinky Loki, Gay Sex, Lesbian Sex, Bisexual Loki, Pansexual OFC, Daddy Kink, Daddy Dom Loki, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Odin's A+ Parenting, Little OFC, Magical Tattoos, The fucking tree is a better parent than Howard Stark or Odin, Ombric (the tree) is a good parent, Past Child Abuse, The Avengers Are Good Bros, Hybrid Original Female Character, Ice Powers, Old Magic, Runes, Rune Magic, THE TREE CAN TALK, Tags Are Fun, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Darcy is the fandom bicycle and I love it, BAMF Darcy Lewis, Not Canon Compliant, like at all, I have no idea where this came from, Just Roll With It, Don't say I didn't warn you, Vampire!Chris Motionless, Gargoyle!Angelo Parente, Vampire!Ricky Horror, Neko!Ryan Sitkowski, Fae!Devin "Ghost" Sola, Leshy!Vinny Mauro, Demon!Josh Balz, No one knows what species the OFC is, Mystery Creature

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2j0HNnZ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #spideypool

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 7 years

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Tell Me I'm Nothing, Call Me A Something, Treat Me Cruel

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2j0HNnZ

by xx_my_veins_are_made_of_icexx

“Who are you, girl?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“How can you not know who you are, brat?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know that either, sir?”

Yes, the title is from We Don't Belong Here by Black Veil Brides, the release of The Outsider has me all het up so blame BVB and tumblr and my own desire for a daddy/mommy dom.

Words: 1091, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Motionless in White (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2j0HNnZ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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fy-dr-janefoster · 7 years

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by xx_my_veins_are_made_of_icexx

“Who are you, girl?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“How can you not know who you are, brat?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know that either, sir?”

Yes, the title is from We Don't Belong Here by Black Veil Brides, the release of The Outsider has me all het up so blame BVB and tumblr and my own desire for a daddy/mommy dom.

Words: 1091, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Motionless in White (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Thane Fosterson via AO3 works tagged 'Jane Foster/Thor'

#IFTTT #Feedly

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brucebannerxtonystark · 7 years

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AO3 - Bruce Banner x Tony Stark

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2j0HNnZ

by xx_my_veins_are_made_of_icexx

“Who are you, girl?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“How can you not know who you are, brat?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know that either, sir?”

Yes, the title is from We Don't Belong Here by Black Veil Brides, the release of The Outsider has me all het up so blame BVB and tumblr and my own desire for a daddy/mommy dom.

Words: 1091, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Motionless in White (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2j0HNnZ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bruce banner x tony stark #avengers

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ao3feed-janefoster · 7 years

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Tell Me I'm Nothing, Call Me A Something, Treat Me Cruel

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by xx_my_veins_are_made_of_icexx

“Who are you, girl?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“How can you not know who you are, brat?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know that either, sir?”

Yes, the title is from We Don't Belong Here by Black Veil Brides, the release of The Outsider has me all het up so blame BVB and tumblr and my own desire for a daddy/mommy dom.

Words: 1091, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Motionless in White (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2j0HNnZ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jane foster

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ao3feed-clintxnat · 7 years

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Tell Me I'm Nothing, Call Me A Something, Treat Me Cruel

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by xx_my_veins_are_made_of_icexx

“Who are you, girl?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“How can you not know who you are, brat?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know that either, sir?”

Yes, the title is from We Don't Belong Here by Black Veil Brides, the release of The Outsider has me all het up so blame BVB and tumblr and my own desire for a daddy/mommy dom.

Words: 1091, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Motionless in White (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2j0HNnZ

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #avengers #clint/natasha

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ao3feed-buckybarnes · 7 years

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Tell Me I'm Nothing, Call Me A Something, Treat Me Cruel

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by xx_my_veins_are_made_of_icexx

“Who are you, girl?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“How can you not know who you are, brat?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know that either, sir?”

Yes, the title is from We Don't Belong Here by Black Veil Brides, the release of The Outsider has me all het up so blame BVB and tumblr and my own desire for a daddy/mommy dom.

Words: 1091, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Motionless in White (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2j0HNnZ

#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

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