#marvel x femme reader
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Wow you’re writing is great! If you’re not busy, would you do a Druig request where he’s in love with his fellow Eternal who’s generally neutral in family fights but one Druig manages to bother her enough that he feels guilty and asks for forgiveness because he can handle everyone else being mad at him but not her? Thank you in advance!
wounding me softly
pairing: druig x fem!eternal!reader
summary: in which druig is increasingly distracted in battle and reader has had enough.
warnings: reader says some slightly not very nice things to druig, sliiiightest angst, brief intimacy
reader pronouns: she/her (by request)
word count: 2.1k
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Druig was getting on your last nerve. Literally.
Arishem had gifted you the ability to heal others, but what you hadn’t told the rest of the Eternals was that this “ability” came with a catch - each time, you had to absorb the injury in order to heal it. Early on in your inception, you’d decided it was some punishment, for what you had no clue, but as you became an integral part of the Eternals and learned from each of them, you’d come to see it as your own private gift - a way to develop untapped empathy and care for others. It made you the beautiful person you were.
Right now, however, Druig was testing your patience. The two of you had spent much time together during the early part of your stay in Babylon, and had grown close enough that Druig had started showboating in battles, leading the two of you to keep a tally of Deviants slain and owing each other various snacks after battle depending on who won. You were happy for the first time in a long, long time. You had even let yourself wonder if there might be more on the horizon between you. Over the last week, however, something had changed. Druig was quieter, withdrawn. You’d find him lost in his thoughts, and, most troublesome was the fact that he seemed to have lost his focus in battle. It was taking its toll.
It had started with slight delays, Druig got where he needed to be but always just a tad too late. At first, you were concerned, checking in on him even though he’d just brush you off. But then you’d begun to get frustrated with the brooding eternal. The battles were becoming more frequent, and as the demand on your abilities grew, so too it seemed did Druig’s wandering mind.
…
Drained and exhausted, you slumped against a wall as Ikaris blasted a Deviant ahead of you on your route to a wounded Kingo.
“Kingo, again?” you sighed as your hands pressed on his abdomen. You felt the deep gash slowly and agonisingly transferring to your own side.
He winced, “It’s not my fault, y/n, I swear-”
“They’re just targeting the weakest link.” Ikaris stated, matter-of-factly.
Kingo scoffed. “Okay, rude.”
Ikaris smirked before responding to Sersi’s summon.
Kingo turned to you, “But seriously, y/n, if Druig showed up every once and a while, maybe these damn Deviants would go down easier.”
You groaned in frustration at the same moment that Kingo sighed in relief. The injury had finished absorbing, but you were severely lightheaded and could barely move. Druig was going to get more than an earful when you got back.
“You’re an angel, y/n.” Kingo announced as he brushed your hair out of your face. “Seriously, I appreciate you so much.”
You grimaced, trying to hide the immense pain you were in. “T-thanks Kingo. Be careful out there, okay?”
He nodded before saluting you. “I won’t let you down, boss.”
…
“Rock, paper, scissors for the last twinkie?”
Druig brushed up against your shoulder playfully in the common space of the Domo, earning him a glare from you, and a chuckle out of Kingo.
“Woah,” Druig began, gesturing to your glare with his twinkie in hand, “Careful with that thing, you could seriously hurt someone!”
You scoffed and walked away, feeling Druig’s confused gaze following your every step. As you walked into your room, you could hear his voice echoing through the walls of the Domo. “Was it something I said?”
“You, my friend, are royally screwed.” Kingo replied, stifling a chuckle.
…
A week had passed since Kingo’s major injury, and you hadn’t spoken a single word to Druig. You knew that the silent treatment was probably a bit immature for an eternal being, but frankly, you couldn’t care less. Being unfocused in battle was one thing, but vanishing when your family needs you the most? That you couldn’t condone.
You knew he’d have an excuse, and part of you was desperate to hear it. You missed him. Of course you did. Your love for him only made your resentment more torturous.
Carefully positioning your still-recovering body against the wall in the meeting room, you watched as the other Eternals filed in with bated breath, wondering how much longer you could keep your secret.
…
Druig’s heart rate spiked as Ajak concluded their meeting, the blood coursing through his veins as he prepared for what he was about to do. He hated confrontation as much as the next person, although the next person was Ikaris...
“Alright, if no one has anything further they wish to present, you’re all dismissed.”
“Actually, Ajak,” Druig began, taking in the eye-rolls from his fellow Eternals as his voice filled the room. “I have something I’d like to discuss.”
Ajak’s patient, loving eyes wandered his face like a warning. “Yes, Druig?”
“Y/n’s been giving me the silent treatment lately, and I’d like to get to the bottom of it.”
“Oh here we go…” muttered Kingo as his eyes met Sprite’s, drawn to the impending drama like a car crash he couldn't tear his eyes from.
“It pains me to bring it up," Druig continued, glaring briefly at Kingo, "but seeing as the Deviants are getting more frequent, I figure we need to gel as a unit, and I don’t feel that we’re doing that.”
“HA,” A voice stirred from the shadowed corner of the meeting room. “You can talk.”
As you emerged from the shadows into the light of the meeting space, Druig took in your appearance - your heavy breathing, the dark bags under your bloodshot eyes, how pale you were. He instinctively moved towards you, resting a featherlight hand on your shoulder. His heart shattered as you winced and pulled away from his usually welcome touch.
“Y/n, you look like crap! What the hell happened?” Then, softly in your ear, “Are you okay?”
Druig felt you tremble the second before you shoved him away from you. “Of course I do! While you’ve been off doing Arishem knows what, we’ve been protecting the humans, and each other, from Deviants. Who, as you so kindly reminded us, are getting more dangerous and more frequent. This is the time that we can’t afford slip-ups, and you’re off with the fairies!”
Druig’s head fell in shame. You hated conflict, least of all with him, and he had driven you to this. He knew it was entirely his fault - he had been distracted lately, and you deserved to know why. “Y/n, I-”
“You’re careless! And you don’t think about anyone but yourself. We can’t afford that, Druig. We’re a team. A family. Act like it.”
He shrunk into himself, every trace of his usual swagger and confidence shattered like the fragile heart he held within. You were right. He had done this to you, left you exhausted and pained - a shell of yourself. The one person he swore he’d never hurt. He mustered the only words he could, hoping they were at least a bandage over your weak frame. At least enough until he could hold you again. “I’m sorry.”
With a deep sigh, he watched as you limped out of the room - step by pained step. Druig looked at the faces of the other Eternals, taking in their disappointment with panicked eyes before rushing out of the room to follow you.
…
“Y/n, wait!”
You groaned as he approached. Every noise you made splintered Druig’s heart a little more. He needed to make this right. Now.
“What, you couldn’t even let me have a badass exit? You’re unbelievable.” You mustered a chuckle to lighten the mood, but Druig saw how it pained you. How you shuddered with each breath.
“Oh my darlin’, you’re not okay.”
You raised an eyebrow, “Obviously, Druig. But great to know you weren’t even listening to my speech-”
“No, I can see it - something’s really wrong.” He lifted an arm above yours and studied your eyes carefully for permission before gently lifting your arm over his shoulder. “Let’s get you to lay down, we can talk when you’re comfortable.”
You winced as Druig lifted your arm, but hummed gratefully at his concern, lifting his hopes ever so slightly that things might just be okay. That he might win his best friend back, if he could muster the courage to be sincere enough.
Druig guided you to your room, and lay you gently on your bed, relishing in the comfortable sigh that emerged from your lips. You looked up at him, guarded but gentle. “Thank you, Druig.”
“You’re welcome, my darlin’.” He softened as he took you in. Then, he eyed your bed. “Mind if I lay with you?”
You hesitated for a moment before nodding your permission.
The silence that followed was full of unspoken emotions. Of feelings too large for the room, but deep enough to create a chasm between you. Until your voice echoed through the dark.
“What’s been going on with you lately? You’re a formidable warrior, unrelenting in battle. What could possibly have you distracted enough that you’d ignore Kingo’s calls for aid?”
Druig sighed. “Look, y/n. It seems we’ve both been keeping secrets. I’ll tell you mine if you promise to tell me yours?”
You eyed his outstretched pinky. “I cannot believe you’re making me pinky swear like our inception was yesterday.”
He laughed gently, “You know you love it.”
Rolling your eyes, you took his pinky in yours. “Fine, pinky swear.”
While your pinkies were still entwined, Druig quickly added, “but you go first!” before letting go.
“You are an actual child, Druig.”
“And you have a secret to tell me…” he replied in a sing-song voice.
The mood was instantly quashed by your serious tone. “I…”
Carefully, Druig took your hand in his. “You know you can tell me anything, my darlin’, I’m not going anywhere.”
You took a deep breath as you looked up at him, meeting his concerned irises.
“My abilities come with a cost. A condition. I can’t heal anyone without taking on their pain first.” Druig searched your eyes, horrified by your words and connecting the dots as you continued, “So, each time I’ve healed the others in battle recently…”
“...you’ve had to take on their injuries yourself and heal from them.” He finished for you.
You nodded sombrely. “Each, and every one. Individually.”
“Oh, my beautiful, beautiful, y/n. Why didn’t you tell us?” Druig looked down sheepishly at your entwined hands before quietly adding, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Your voice was smaller than Druig had ever heard it as you replied, laced with the worries and insecurities you had held inside for an eternity. “I…I didn’t want to burden anyone, to let anyone down, and…I didn’t want you to look down on me for being the only Eternal whose powers are conditional. I was ashamed for a really long time.”
“I could never look down on you, y/n.” Druig began, turning to face you as he gently cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes. “I…I love you.”
Your eyes widened, “You…you do?”
He chuckled sadly, “Of course I do, you beautiful, oblivious fool. I’ve loved you forever.” Druig looked down bashfully before muttering under his breath. “That’s uh, that’s actually why I’ve been so distracted lately.”
“Wait, WHAT?”
“I know, I know, it’s so dumb. I just, I’ve been wanting to ask you if you would ever consider seeing me as more than just the brooding Eternal that boasts in battle for snacks because he’s too shy to ask the girl he loves to be his. I never thought you would ever see me as more and I…I would daydream about us in battle, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. About us. Then, last week I saw these flowers - daisies, I- I know they’re your favourite - when this Deviant shoved me to the ground deep in the forest and I thought they would be perfect for some grand romantic gesture and then I heard about Kingo and- I’m so sorry y/n, I ruined everything, I hurt you, and-”
Druig’s panicked rambling faded into nothingness the second he felt your lips graze his. Gentle, shy at first, and then more deeply, with a passion that he felt at his core. He moaned against your lips, “Y-y/n, I-”
“That is somehow equally the sweetest and dumbest thing I’ve ever heard come out of that beautiful-” kiss, “-beautiful-” kiss, “-mouth.”
With a lovestruck gaze, and an empty mind, Druig’s eyes moved from your lips to your eyes as he took in the sight before him. “Y-you forgive me?”
You smiled then, cupping his face gently before placing another tentative kiss on his waiting lips. “I’ll do you one better. I love you, you sweet, idiotic Eternal. I’d be honoured to be yours.”
The two of you lay there in contented silence, falling asleep entwined in each other's embrace, knowing that everything would be okay. Knowing that you had each other.
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a/n: hi lovely, i’m so very sorry for how long it’s taken me to get around to this request. it was my last druig request for AGES and I was just so nervous that if I wrote my last druig request I wouldn't get any more, so I held onto this baby like my life depended on it. that being said, I tweaked the request a little bit and I ADORED writing this. I hope that it’s everything that you wanted it to be, and please please feel free to request for baby boy again because I love writing for him SO MUCH 🤍
i’m so excited to get back into writing again, i finally finished my honours degree and I have so much creativity it’s not even funny - hoping to really smash out a bunch of your requests and create a writing schedule so i can keep it up because i miss and love writing for you all! thank you so much for your patience and support, you mean the world to me and i’m thankful for you every day
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february fic recs (2/2)
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Ⳋ᧙ hi everyone!! i've read a ton of fics this month, so i hope you all enjoy my faves of february!! Ⳋ᧙ ⑅part 1⑅
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ellie williams
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-your brothers best friend.
❀᧓ in the pale moonlight by @sweetmourninglambie e. williams x fem! reader | weed usage lol, thigh riding, established relationship, clothed sex i guess, high sex (?), reader is a femme, fluff, kinda dom! ellie and sub! reader, and pet names, 2.7k
-the familiar sound of ellie’s lighter flickering to life caught your attention, enough that you turned away from the movie she had put on for the two of you to watch together.
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-“i’m still thinking about you.”
❀᧓ ellie blurb by @moonalumi high sub!top ellie williams x reader | ELLIE BEGGING ELLIE BEGGING GUYS, fingering (r and e receiving) they do it to each other at the same time, reader and ellie also compete for dominance kinda, ma/mama kink
-a puff of smoke invades your nose and a coughing ellie causes you to lift up from your resting place on her chest.
❀᧓ ellie blurb by ^ ellie williams x reader | rough strap on sex from the back (r receiving)
-reader w ellies name tattooed on her lower back and when she surprises ellie w it ellie straps her from the back.
❀᧓ ellie blurb by ^ ellie williams x reader | nsfw 18+, scissoring/tribbing, ellie calling u mama
-messy nasty car sex w sub!top ellie
❀᧓ a dare to stupid by @undressrehearsal ellie williams x reader | nsfw, tlou au, college!ellie/reader, mentions of drugs, alcohol, drunk sex, oral (r receiving), 7.5k
-a drunken game of truth or dare overtakes your study session
❀᧓ ellie fic by @elslvrsworld f1 driver!ellie x girlfriend!reader | men dni, 2.0k words, porn w/ plot (kindof), wlw sex, oral (e!receiving), degradation (pretty vanilla), + praise, pet names (baby, mama, princess, etc;) vulgarity, profanity, dom!ellie, sub!reader, riding (r!receiving), smacking (like a lil tap), ellie refers to strap as her cock, overstimulation, nipple sucking, mating press (r!receiving), black reader, angry!ellie kinda dirtyy hollon
-ellie loses a race just by a second and needs a to place her anger somewhere.
marvel
wanda maximoff
❀᧓ her favorite drug by @scarletlizzard wanda x fem!reader | minors dni, drug use (marijuana), smoking, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, strap on use (r receiving), fluff
-your girlfriend is a stoner. one night, you decide you finally want to try some.
❀᧓ mind games by @wandasverison wanda maximoff x fem!reader | 18+, two second mommy kink, slight electrocution (if that’s even what you’d call it), smut for sure, oh yeah mind reading (major), mind altering? (slight? not really, just trippy Wanda powers)
-gf!wanda maximoff; reader makes a joke about Wanda invading their mind while they have sex, Wanda takes it a little too seriously and y/n makes it up to her with apologies and a little seduction.
natasha romanoff
❀᧓ let's run away by @marvelfilth natasha romanoff x f!reader
-it's your wedding day and you can't be seen with natasha
the bear
carmen berzatto
❀᧓ dad!carmen blurb by @gxtitobxby dad!carmen berzatto x reader
-i’m thinking of his little daughter one night, sitting at the kitchen table with her hair wet from the shower, brushed back and leaving a damp spot on the back of her pyjama shirt, and she’s having some fruit for dessert while you wash dishes and carmen prepares her lunch for school tomorrow, and out of nowhere she asks absentmindedly “daddy could you pack some extra please?”
❀᧓ the feeling by @thebearer carmen berzatto x reader | 18+minors dni. mentions of a gun and alcohol but not in a bad way lol? established relationship. slight mentions of a dom/sub dynamic. language. but really just fluff fluff fluff <3
-a little tipsy, definitely hungry, and missing carmen, you find your way to the restaurant after closing to see him.
❀᧓ cute blurb by ^ carmen berzatto x reader
-carmy’s gf being dropped off at carmy’s restaurant (after closing) after another girls night, and she’s so drunk that she doesn’t recognize carmy for a second
❀᧓ sixth sense by ^ carmen berzatto x reader
-carmy has a sixth sense for when his gf hasn’t eaten. Even on the days where she has no headache, no aching tummy, he just takes one look at her and makes that one face and is like “Are you fucking kidding me?”
❀᧓ treat me tonight by @answer2jeff carmen berzatto x reader | fluffy smut, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), piv sex (unprotected), both reader and carmen have a bit of a praise kink, brief hairpulling, the "L-word," established relationship, gets a little rough towards the end, back scratching, porn with no real plot
-"try it,"
❀᧓ girl dinner by @mayfieldss carmen berzatto x reader
-"what the fuck is girl dinner?"
❀᧓ more, more, more by @atrwriting carmen berzatto x coworker!reader | SMUT!, alcohol consumption, alcohol consumption with sex, smoking, p in v penetration, work relationships, overstimulation, carmen berzatto being an absolute mind blowing fuck
-you didn’t really know how it happened.
❀᧓ a little taste by @caramelberzatto carmen berzatto x reader | 18+, swearing, p in v, etc. afab!reader. no use of pronouns
-he called your name through the dark apartment, but it went unheard from where you laid, face down.
❀᧓ sunshine baby by ^ pre-fatherhood dad!carm x fem!reader | mildy suggestive content, pregnancy. fem!reader, use of fem pronouns
-the temperatures in the past week had sky-rocketed, leaving you sweating with even the slightest amount of movement, and that wasn’t taking into account the hot flashes that came with pregnancy.
❀᧓ yours, cb. by @lovebitters carmen berzatto x reader | fluff, 1.02k
-carmen writes a letter to you the day before he proposes, reflecting on your relationship.
marauders era
sirius black
❀᧓ sirius blurb by @wzrd-wheezes sirius black x reader | smut
-reader who has a hard time cumming and sirius helps with that
❀᧓ little lies by @amiableness sirius black x fem!reader | smut 18+, male masturbation, oral fem receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be so careful!), reader wears a bikini top, and jealousy, 11.4k
-james asks sirius and y/n to pretend to date after he blurts out they are to lily.
james potter
❀᧓ late night snacks by @shiftermia james potter x reader, platonic!peter pettigrew x reader | fluff
-where james catches you and peter in the kitchens
❀᧓ end game by @pretty-little-mind33 james potter x slytherin!fem!reader | fluff/hurt and comfort, rivalry, chaser!captain!james, chaser!captain!reader, secret relationship (previous enemies to lovers), injuries, swearing, protective!james
-playing quidditch against your secret boyfriend is usually fun…
remus lupin
❀᧓ a christmas special by @moonstruckme remus lupin x fem!reader | mentions of alcohol, smut mdni, p in v, oral (fem receiving), praise, inexperienced reader, shy little idiots in love, 11k
-after christmas eve at remus' flat, thick snowfall prevents you from going home. he's more than happy to host you
❀᧓ grumpy x sunshine by @underoospeterparker grumpy!remus lupin x sunshine!fem!reader
-"why the annoyed look, moons?" sirius laughed, nudging his best friend. "problems in paradise?"
poly!marauders
❀᧓ ❝i am half-agony, half-hope. . . i have loved none but you.❞ by @sunnami (1/2) poly!marauders x reader, (james potter x reader, lily evans x reader, remus lupin x reader, and sirius black x reader.) | reader is referred to as she/her and a mother throughout the whole fic[!], reader is a violent gremlin who craves blood but the marauders love you for that, implied child abuse[!], mentions of blood and violence[!], disgustingly sappy poetic fluff, no angst, happy ending, not proofread we die like finnick odair
-how the marauders loved you in their time. featuring harry potter the time-traveller and sixth-wheel.
❀᧓ ❝time will tell.❞ (2/2) by ^ poly!mauraders x reader, (james potter x reader, sirius black x reader, lily evans x reader, and remus lupin x reader.) | reader is referred to mum, with she/her pronouns[!], canon-typical violence [!], canon-typical deaths mentioned[!], very brief marauders as soldiers of the order[!], creepy old men being creepy[!], child abuse[!], pureblood arranged marriages, a minor character expresses wanting to die[!], depressed and traumatized slytherins, the capital is important[!], themes of misogyny [!], teen boys fuck around and find out there are consequences to their actions, THERE IS ACTUALLY A LOT OF FLUFF, angst, 9.5k
-❝you are loved. and harry thinks there is no better description that that.❞
❀᧓ you'd be the love of my life when i was young by ^ poly!marauders x reader (sirius x reader, remus x reader, lily x reader, and james x reader) | slight angst, fluff, lucius malfoy, happy ending
-gryffindors wear their heart on their sleeve when they fall in love. slytherins keep their heart locked far away to keep it from breaking.
❀᧓ possessive by @ellecdc poly!wolfstar x fem!reader | slight injury, nothing major, fluff
-“okay, well the wound is closed but there’s not much i can do about the bruising or the blood on your shirt.”
❀᧓ cute fic by ^ poly!WolfStar x fem!reader | territorial boyfriend, slight jealousy, dom/sub dynamics if you squint but SFW
-you weren’t hiding. not really...
but you were also sort of kind of definitely hiding.
❀᧓ funny blurb by @luveline poly!marauders x fem!reader | mdni please!, 1k
-“what is that?”
#tlou#ellie williams x reader#marvel#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#the bear#carmen berzatto x reader#marauders era#sirius black x reader fluff#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#poly!marauders
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Recommendations 💖
I've been wanting to do something with recommendations for ages now, but there's just too many to even know where to begin! Here's a chaos list of past and present faves 🥰
Completed fics
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Sweet and Sour by @sashaisready
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While you're over there you might as well check out ...
Under the Radar by @sashaisready
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The Thrill of the Hunt by @rookthorne
Pairing: Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
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It was there that you found your match.
Cloaked in nothing but black and shrouded in a sense of lethality, you would have to run from this shadow in an adrenaline fuel haze unlike any other. A chase for the ages, the very one you desired.
And if he caught you, your world would end as you knew it.
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Classylo's masterlist
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When your family begs you to come home for the holidays and to bring the new guy you’ve been seeing, you don’t have the heart to tell them your good-for-nothing-ex cheated on you… good thing your roommate is available and will do absolutely anything you ask.
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He was supposed to meet you at the game. He was supposed to be the one you went on a date with. He was the one you were supposed to fall in love with. Yet, here you are three years into a relationship with another… it should’ve been him, not his best friend.
Moral of the Story by @justkending
Summary: From childhood friends, to highschool sweethearts, the two naive, young, and lovestruck teens decided the best way to keep a strong relationship during college would be to marry right out of highschool. No one batted an eye at the idea as everyone knew they were soulmates. However, college is a big step in a person’s life. You learn new things about yourself, you make new friends, find new hobbies… And maybe being newly weds and going to different colleges across the states wasn’t the best plan… After a falling out, a tragic and heartbreaking divorce, the two now despise the other for how the whole thing was handled. Neither not really knowing both sides of the story. 10 years later, and they both get a call from the lawyers office that settled their divorce. Somehow the papers never went through and the divorce was never completed. So now, the exes, or should we say husband and wife, have to meet back up after all these years to settle their failed marriage once and for all.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Everest by @justkending
Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and the battle of a lifetime, she called it quits and distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep, not leaving much room for a no…
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Coming in Hot by @nexusnyx
When your best friend Sarah recommends you a mechanic of her brother’s trust, all you can think about and pray to is that he doesn’t rip you off. Your car is your prized possession and amidst all the worry and concern of your medical studies, drowning in even more debt sounds as suffocating as it would be.
Of course, you never thought of the possibility of the mechanic being the problem.
A hot, polite, gentle, and silent-type of problem.
Drowning in debt would be easier to navigate than the blue of Bucky Barnes’s eyes.
Pairing: Mechanic Bucky x Reader
Though I Have Never Read by @tuiccim
Pairing: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Summary: You had run away from all of your problems and found solitude in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. When a storm blows in, it drags a man with a metal arm through your door. Offering shelter, you spend one night together before he disappears. Years later, you find yourselves together again but does he remember that night or you at all?
Blink Twice by @simmerandwrite
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: It was just an undetermined amount of time in a safehouse with a stranger: Bucky “I didn’t come here to make friends” Barnes himself. Would it really be all that different from your lonely life with your cat in the city? Bucky was basically a cat, anyway. He was quiet on his feet, only really made noise when it was dinner time, and you both seemed to just coexist without acknowledging each other. His mandate was to keep you safe. What could go wrong?
teach me how to love by @buckyismybicycle
Pairing: DAD!BUCKY X TEACHER!READER
Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her.
Sweet by @noceurous
summary: it was something cliche but your fuck buddy fell for you nonetheless, even though you swore you would never do relationships again. But rules are meant to be broken.
call me when you want by @bonky-n-steeb
summary: when you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.
Part 1 & Part 2
Grow Old With Me by @sonderosa
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
...you could wait fifty years if he asked it of you. You’d promised him that, and he’d smiled and kissed you, told you that in fifty years he wanted to be old with you, sitting on a porch in rocking chairs and watching the sunset. You wanted that, too; it was a beautiful dream.
Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x Fem!Personal Assistant!Reader
Summary: It's your first international trip working for bestselling author Tony Stark as his new personal assistant, and you're desperate to prove yourself worthy of such an incredible opportunity. But when things start to go wrong whilst staying in Dublin, and suddenly you're stuck in the middle of the Wicklow Mountains with a flat tire, you're convinced that you'll be fired before the day is over. Luckily, a handsome, blue-eyed mechanic with an accent that makes your insides melt comes just in time to save the day.
Sweeter Than Honey by @foreverindreamlandd
Their other series are also *chefs kiss* -> go read the rest of @foreverindreamlandd's series
Love at First Grade by @buckysimp101
Pairing: Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader; Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader
Summary: When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he's in for a surprise that's sure to change his life.
Teacher's Favorite AU by @suitk0via
Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader
Summary: You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine's favorite teacher and Bucky's just gotta meet you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
The Heart is a Deep Ocean by @dreamlessinparis
Summary: Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.
Pairing: ex-military amputee!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Something Domestic by @fandoms-writings
Summary: Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.
Labyrinth by @frostironfudge
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)
Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?
nostalgia for the new by @real-jane
pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader shield agent
summary: bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn't realize was possible. you create for bucky something he's never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn't happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved.
Ongoing fics
Honey Girl by @violentdelightsandviolentends
Pairing: Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au
Summary: The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.
After all those years by @ziawbarnes
Pairing: AU Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Peggy and Steve's wedding in Mexico takes an unexpected turn when you and Bucky, who initially couldn't attend, end up joining the celebration. With no available rooms, Bucky becomes your roommate for ten days, leading to unexpected adventures and new connections.
Fresh Start by @nicoline1998enilocin (on hiatus but I love)
Pairing: Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Summary: In this universe you can explore the story between Bucky Barnes as a middle school teacher, and Y/N with her son Luca. They just moved to the other side of the country, and have decided to completely start over their lives. On the first day at his new school, Luca quickly befriends his new teacher, and Y/N can't help but take a liking to him as well.
A Past Encounter by @majesty-madness
Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to the 1940's, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.
Neighbors by @writerlyhabits
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Summary: You get to know your neighbor across the hall, James.
Unexpected by @repressedqueen
Paring: SexWorker!Bucky x reader
Summary: After a crazy night out celebrating your birthday, somehow you ended up outside a brothel debating on whether it was time for you to finally have sex or not.
My Little Love by @crazyunsexycool
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Fem! Reader
Dr. Feelgood by @endless-summer-soldier
pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader
summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss
Pairing: Teacher!Reader x Single Dad!Bucky
Untitled Single Dad!Bucky Fic by @angie-likes-to-art
Summary: You made a promise to yourself to not sleep with any parents before starting teaching, little did you know the guy you slept with two days before is the dad of your cutest student.
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marvellous time ruining everything
pedro pascal x reader
tw: none
"Am I fat?"
The compelling, indisputable and unambiguous question left the Chilean actor speechless, his dark eyes darting between you and your reflection in the mirror. Your long skirt billowed around your ankles, swollen belly carrying the bloom of your everlasting love, light glinting on your earrings. Such a glowing and dazzling creature, yet heartless for letting him face a question without a proper, right answer. Femme fatale.
A bomb unleashing a war.
Pedro stopped drinking from the straw, tasting the green juice on his lips. The rays of the Sun filtered through the window curtains of Oscar's house, creating a picture of shadows and lights as if you were a famous painting, a Mona Lisa.
His heart was beating fast both from how charming you looked, glowing and shining with the child inside you and from the question still lingering inside the room, like a dark cloud threatening the weather.
"Pedro?"
"¿Qué?" He pursued his lips and started drinking his juice once again nonchalantly, even if the box was already empty. An image of his mind at that moment, one could say.
"I asked you something."
"Umh."
You swivel around to face him, hands anchored to your hips, stars shining in your eyes. The hair framing your features perfectly fell on your shoulders like Niagara's falls, your painted lips shaping that question once more. Pedro felt like a kid in trouble, his mind processing an excuse to get out of the terrible situation.
Of course you had gained a little bit of weight. It was reasonable and obvious, the opposite would have been weird and left him as a worrying mess. And, of course, it didn't mean that he loved you less. Pedro loved you, the essence of you, the feeling of you. He would have loved you in every shape and form, worshiping you like a goddess. He would have even loved you if you were a worm, as he told you countless times to answer your weird question.
However -
Pedro had learnt the lesson the hard way. A few months back before even knowing you were pregnant- which seemed like years and years ago, he had noticed your little weight gain and roundness when you complained about clothes not fitting in anymore. Inconsolable tears and sobs filled the house for the entire day and more, the ticket for an unwanted concert.
That's why that question weighed a little bit more than others. What was he supposed to do? Lie and make you happy or tell you the truth and face the aftermath of it? It sounded like the stupid games his nieces made him play sometimes, where he always ended up choosing the wrong thing. Like that time he wanted Eric the asshole to be nice and heroic but Pedro eventually let him die while falling into the void.
Your expectant eyes were still looking at him, both hands on your belly. White lies are good ones, like candies, he told himself, and the last thing he wanted was seeing you cry. And unleash a bomb.
That's why he raised his head confidently, acting lessons helping him go through it, a little shaky breath leaving his lips before actually answering. "No."
An unreadable and indecipherable expression portrayed on your face. You were a lock and he was the adventurous archeologist who had to find the code to open it. Pedro felt like Indiana Jones for a brief moment and was ready to flash you a smile to give strength to his statement, when-
Out of nowhere, like the annoying know-it-all first of the class child telling the teachers everything the others did, muppet-like Oscar Isaac appeared behind Pedro's left shoulder, uttering his non-requested opinion. "You hesitated."
The bomb exploded.
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Amazing!! Ok so I’m not sure how this would work, but maybe for the Mira x reader she could be xaden’s older sister or something who was best friends with Mira when they were younger (and maybe they had mutual secret feelings)
Ofc then the whole traitor thing ruined that and Mira didn’t want to associate with her anymore (friends to enemies to lovers anyone?) - though the canon time line might have to be altered😅
And then say if mira spoiler was somehow actually aware of the rebel base and that her brother was alive and she was aiding the rebels bc she’s cool
And reader just so happens to be stationed at the house etc, and they haven’t seen each other in years but mira’s immediately like damn she just got even more beautiful (in her head bc why would a sorrengail expose weakness)
Anyway I picture them as a kind of opposites attract trope, where reader is badass but in a more femme fatale way, where she takes people down because they don’t expect a pretty girl with good hair and style to be a threat you know? Or even if she is a talented healer or something like that!
Anyway, feel free to ignore all of this, I’m just so excited that you’re writing for fourth wing!!! I can’t wait to see what you come up with☺️
*wipes dust off this request* I apologize for taking so long... needed more pain from Iron Flame apparently to get to this... I hope this will find the person who requested it. ✨🤍
Interlinked
Mira's head was spinning. Too much. It was all too much. Too many things to bring to life... quite literally. She flew fearing for her sister. Only to find a whole rebellion clan squirming right beneath her nose. Then there was her brother who she had wept for years. Who's death had ripped the last bit of Mira's caring heart out. Burnt it with all the things that had belonged to Brennan. She had morn all of it. Over and over again blaming herself for it.
Mira had hit her older brother when she first saw him. She felt his nose brake right beneath her knuckles but nothing had prepared her for what appeared right behind him. Mira had staggered back. Her face paling of last bits of color. She quickly reached for a necklace she never took off. Two iron rings interlinked together. The part of her she had kept hidden away from everyone's praying eyes. "YN", she barely breathed out. Because there was no way. You too have died. Your name was on the scroll. Right after the fight you both had. Right after the next that hunted Mira even now. "No", Mira shook her head. "I'm alright", Brennon said even with the blood dripping through his palm, his good hand squeezing your arm. "Yn", Mira staggered forward but you backed away quickly. An ache in her heart only grew as you spoke, "I'm still dead to you, lieutenant", your words were like poison. Seeping deep into Mira's skin.
That had been a couple of weeks ago. Ever since you had done a marvelous job at avoiding Mira. She only caught a glimpse of you in some of the meetings. Saw you mounting your dragon. Or up in the sky. You were lethal. So graceful one would not expect such power to be rooted in you. But... but that was what had always drawn Mira to you. While you two were little she thought that her job was to protect you. How wrong had she been? It was you who Mira should have listened to. You who she shouldn't have rushed to judge.
Mira's body collided with another person right as she turned the corner. She reached to steady the frame in front of her but the moment her fingers brushed over the skin... Mira blinked as you came into her full vision. Wind-swept hair, rosy cheeks, still in your flying leathers. "Watch where you're going, Sorrengail", you huffed, turned to outstep her but Mira quickly caught your hand, "Y/n, you can't run from me forever", there was a light plea in her tone. One that you knew didn't come easy.
"I have nothing to say to you", you yanked your hand out of her grip. "I do", Mira breathed, "There hasn't been a day that I haven't been thinking of you", she breathed and you couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, "Oh, please...". You turned to face her, "You said it yourself back then in the courtyard. I don't belong in your world". Guilt rippled through Mira. She had been so naive back then. Eager to play by the books. Knowing only black-and-white truths. Rebellion mark had been a deal breaker then but now...
"Don't bother with it, Sorrengail", you hissed, "Don't call me that, you never called me that", Mira stepped closer to you, her eye's blazing. "That was before you gave up on us", you were inches away from her, nearly reaching for the dagger. "Do it", Mira urged you, "Stab me, slit my throat, jab it into my heart, because it will never come close to the pain I felt when I made the biggest mistake in my life". You took a sharp breath in, you didn't want to show your emotions, but you knew that she had caught that glimpse of emotions that shined in your eyes.
Mira reached for the necklace beneath her flying leathers, "I never took it off", she shook her head, "I never let go of you". You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to not break. To not let the years of anger chip away so easily. But this was Mira. Your Mira. The girl you had fallen in love with slowly even if you two were painfully aware that you might never have a chance to truly be together. Your chest heaved as you two stood there staring at each other. Your hand moved towards your neck, tugging away the same two interlinked loops. A soft cry slipped through Mira's lips as his eyes landed on the familiar metal. One that she had made for you.
But the moment of hope lasted only for a heartbeat as you backed away from her, shaking your head, "This changes nothing", you said quietly. "We can try. Let me prove it to you", Mira pleaded, trying to reach for you. "Prove yourself to my people first", you said bitterly, before turning away and rushing up the stairs.
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A/N: So the Sandman has me in a chokehold. And I make no apologies. I have so many WIP glaring at me and I’m like “but this new blorbo…”. Hate me if you will but I follow the dopamine. If you would like to be tagged in any further Morpheus shenanigans please send me an ask or reply to this 🥰
Warnings: Do not tag Neil Gaiman in any of my work or he will block me and I do enjoy his page. This fic is an 18+ sloooow burn. I am taking huge artistic license with the world because I am going by the TV series alone. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Tags will be updated per chapter but if you know how the series goes then you know where the tags are heading. This shit is unbeta’d. Reader is femme and I will always be respectful of characters pronouns throughout the fic. If I do slip up please feel free to message me and it shall be corrected.
Pairing: Morpheus x F!Reader/OC insert
Chapter 1: The Waking Realm
Summary: Brought to life by the power of the Dreaming, you were tasked with a single purpose. Find Lord Morpheus. However, once your purpose is completed will he find it in his heart to keep you around or was your purpose the only reason you were brought into being. Multichapter fuckery.
Word Count: 1.5k
Tagging: @a-bang-for-your-bucky
Prelude: Creation
To be created, you must first exist.
It was unfathomable. A darkness so encompassing you felt it possess every crack and crevice or your soul. You tried to take a deep breath, to ease the oppressive feel of the silence clawing at your mind, but you had no lungs. No body, nothing to see, touch and taste with.
You should feel panicked but emotions didn’t exist in such a void. It was empty, enduring, suffocating.
Timeless.
A nothing so deep the only thing you could perceive was it had no beginning, no middle and no end…
“Wake up.” The voice was soft, almost recognisable. “You need to wake up.” Your eyes opened. A soft breeze rippled across your back, the rich rustle of feathers filled your ears. Light struck the back of your eyes making you inhale sharply from the sting. Your fingers curled for the first time, sinking into the black sand with which you were upon. Watching with fascination as it devoured your hand, only to willingly release you, dripping down like fine black rain.
“We have a need of you.” A figure blocked out the weak light, curled pointy ears and round glasses drew into focus as you pushed yourself up. Drawing your knees under you, splaying your hands out to get a good look at them. Brushing the black sand delicately off your skin, marvelling in the way your fingertips felt the fabric of your dress. It hugged your body, flowing out from all sides. The silver was metallic, a splash of brightness against all the dark. Flexing your shoulders you sighed, tipping your head back and glimpsing the deep, inky wings that spread either side of you.
The light was muted, almost grey as it reflected on the shine of the feathers. Your hands quivered, stretching to feel them with the tip of your middle finger. Watching them jostle, feeling the pull on your muscles. They were your wings.
“I am Lucienne.”
“I don’t have a name.” Your hand reached up and your eyes widened. The words came from you, vibrating in your throat, the thin skin of your neck warm to touch. Lucienne smiled slightly, her hand suspended in the space between you.
“Come. I’ll tell you what you need to do.” Her grip was sturdy. A support you needed as you stood on your feet for the first time, your wings flaring to stop you from falling. Looking up you could see you were in some sort of hole. A crater, where sand had exploded outwards in all directions.
“Wh-what happened?” Your tongue tied over the familiar but strange words.
“You, my dear.” One hand held tightly onto Lucienne and the other lifted the tendrils of your dress. Your toes dug into the sand as you both made your way up and out of the crater. Immediately before you were a pair of colossal gates. Intricately carved with all sorts of depictions; it would have taken months to see them all and your wings spread slightly as though you were going to fly up to the top. They were so tall your spine curved as you tilted your head up to get a good look at them.
“What is this place?” Your voice was still so new, the words scratching slightly on their way out.
“The gates of horn and ivory. The King of Dreams carved them himself.” The sound of them opening rendered the air. Creaks and moans of hinges not used in an age until they came to an abrupt stop and you stepped through the gap with Lucienne at your side.
The landscape seemed to stretch from your toes out into the distance as far as the eye could see. Mountains stood tall and squat, but nothing grabbed your gaze as much as the decaying palace before you. You could tell it had once been a castle of great stature. A creation that would have stolen your breath with its beauty and intricacy, now lay in crumbled ruins.
“It’s not much, anymore,” Lucienne told you dryly. A lake, grey and lifeless covered the ground to the right, what was once a bridge now broken and shattered, clouds heavy and angry roiled in the sky but your companion just sighed and began to walk towards it all. The palace was falling down, even now as you approached parts broke away to tumble to the ground. Grass and weeds covered the debris and a sense of immense sadness gathered in your chest.
“It shouldn’t be like this,” you whispered. Wrongness twisted in your swirling depths as you looked around. “Why is it dying?”
“In his absence I can only do so much to keep the realm together.”
“Whose absence?”
“You are in the Dreaming,” Lucienne said with undisguised pride. Frowning you crouched beside a chunk of the palace, putting your hand on the worn stone as you tried to grasp streams of information that seemed just out of reach.
“Where is the King of Dreams?” You asked, not fully understanding the question yourself.
“Ah. I see He has gifted you with some knowledge then. Let me see if I can fill in the gaps.” She strode off leaving you no choice but to pick your way after her down the broken path.
Debris was everywhere. Littering the floor of what was once a huge chamber, covered in dust and dead leaves. A tall staircase wound up to a platform but steps were missing. What was once a grand throne still stands proud in front of the empty windows but even that was damaged seemingly beyond repair. Cracks filtered through the whole place, some deep fissures that you had to almost jump over. Your gaze was captivated by the shards of coloured glass strewn beneath your feet. Colours that were once whole and vibrant were now jaded and shattered. Your wings flared as you bent down to pick up a piece of green glass, marvelling at how it tried to capture the essence of light that was strong enough to filter into the chamber.
“I did try to keep it tidy. But I gave up quite a few years ago. It’s like the palace wants to be in this state and no matter what I do, it has no effect.��� Breathing in, your chest expanded rapidly. The air in the Realm was heavy, settling inside you as an extra burden. You wanted to fix this, to stop this place from feeling so erroneous. Something was missing, the very fabric of this Realm was tearing apart, drifting in the unseen winds of the Endless.
“Why did he leave?” Your voice carried more than you expected in the large space.
“He left to retrieve a rogue nightmare but then, he didn’t come back.” You never thought weariness could affect a being in such a magical place, but Lucienne’s eyes were coloured with it. “Something has happened to him and that is why you are here.”
“What can I do?”
“You can find him. Help him. I haven’t heard from Jessamy in years and I can’t…leave the Realm unattended.” She peered at you over the top of her glasses. “But you can.”
“What could possibly be keeping the Lord of all this in the waking realm?”
“I have no idea,” she answered mournfully. “But first we must turn you into a raven. Mortals will not take kindly to you just walking in their realm with these.” Lucienne’s gaze drifted purposely to your wings making you drag them into yourself, the soft rustle echoing against the destroyed stone. “And I’m fairly sure Lord Morpheus won’t accept help from you in this form.”
“Tell me what I must do.” She approached, held within her hand was a necklace. At first glance it didn’t look like much, a simple silver chain dangled from her fingers but what hung on it was an amulet depicting a raven's head. As black as the night sky but it shimmered with an otherworldliness that had you reaching out for a closer look.
“Usually a raven is not chosen this way. They enter the Dreaming in the form but you are something quite different.” Your brow furrowed a little, eyes searching hers for answers but all Lucienne did was subtly cock an eyebrow at your unspoken question.
“What am I?”
“I did what Lord Morpheus cannot. I asked for help and I was gifted, you. True, you’re not what I expected…” she explained, slowly walking round you to get a good look at you. “And I think you’re more than what I bargained for but we don’t question the Creator here. You’re certainly not like the others.”
“Others?”
“Never mind. Now. This amulet will help you find him, it is part of the Dreaming and it will seek him out so trust it. You must bring him home.”
“Ok,” you breathed out. The raven's head settled just below your clavicle, an unusual weight against your skin making you reach for it automatically.
Nothing happened. Your feet were still firmly planted on the broken floor of the palace and you threw a worried look at Lucienne.
“You need to go to the waking realm. It will take you, you just have to let go.” Closing your eyes you blocked out everything around you. A pinprick of light glowed in your mind's eye so you headed towards it, thoughts filled of the waking realm and a being named Morpheus…
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i keep thinking about the idea of jinyoung being really into edging and overstimulation he would be so into it and he’s edge his partner and then once they finally cum he’d overstimulate them <333 i need someone to write something for that
I didn't proofread this well. I literally read this, brainrotted, and wrote this when I finally had time. I hope this is what you wanted nonny 😭 tysm for the request. can't guarantee I can fulfill requests fast, but pls!! I don't mind answering hard or soft thoughts/asks. My asks are always open.
Reunion
Pairing: Bae Jinyoung x Femme Reader | [Y/N]
18+ Only!!! Minors DNI!!!!! Fiction, not real!!
Rating/Warnings: Erotica/ PWP, Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Overstimulation, Edging, Fingering (F Receiving), Rough Sex, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, Impact Play, Squirting
The front door was unlocked. You roll your eyes, knowing full well it was your boyfriend’s carelessness. Kicking your shoes off, you slam the door shut. Clicking the locks into place, you’re assured that your home is secure.
“BaeBae!” you shout. Running up the stairs, fingers gliding against the polished wooden railing as you hopped with every step. “How long have you been home?”
His jet black shone, back facing you from the open balcony he stood on. The familiar broad shoulders, slim waist, perky ass. Your boyfriend’s beautiful body was covered, but the loose knit vest left openings on his arm holes to show off his perfect muscles.
“I just arrived.” He turned around, standing up straight. Pouty lips, big round eyes. Perfectly sharp jawline. “Hi baby.”
You rush into his arms. Not a word between you. His giant palms slip over your hips, eyes hooded as you lock gazes.
He kisses you. So much deeper than he’s ever kissed you before. Your chest feels tight as he sucks the life out of you. Arms pressing you against him, sweet luscious lips firmly against yours.
Your fingers curl, grasping the soft cotton of his top. His tongue is parting your lips and you breathe in the cool elevated air. He grunts - hips bucking against yours - when you give out an involuntary whine onto his tongue.
Breaking the kiss, he has one hand on your chin before his forehead rests against yours. His concentrated stare - dark irises locked on you, pouty downward curved lips, stuns you. You’re at a loss for words or thought as you marvel at the beautiful Bae Jinyoung.
Your Beautiful Bae Jinyoung.
“You can’t be this cute when I just wanted to kiss you.” You shut your eyes, fire igniting up your chest as his fingertips trail down the front of your throat. “Do you remember the last time you kept making those noises?”
His thumb presses at the center of your mouth. His eyes scan your face. Lips, nose, eyes, toward your ears and neck. Back to your lips. Thumb stroking across your bottom lip.
You had a final morning together before departing for your separate jobs. Weeks ago. He’d pulled you into his arms and kissed you, body over yours.
The more you tried to get air in to breathe, the harder he kissed. The harder he’d pushed his hips against you. All that was afforded to you was a quick 2 minute fuck.
But now, you have all evening to be with him. To tease him. To fuck him.
“I missed you BaeBae.” You suck on his thumb, shutting your eyes.
“Fuck.” He barely breathes it out. “You’re asking for it.”
His lips are over yours. The cold metal bars from the gate dig into your back as he presses his body up against you. You hum against his lips when his hand touches your neck, fingers caressing your skin.
You lose sense of gravity as you yelp. BaeJin has you in his arms, carrying you bridal style back into the flat.
You groan onto his tongue. His lips are devouring yours as he walks you to the bed, paying no mind to the wild winds slamming the French doors open, balcony curtains flapping loudly.
“BaeBae.” His warmth is gone as he sets you down on the bed. The curves on his broad shoulders illuminate under the moonlight. Black hair contrasting his milky skin - creating a wavering halo over his head with the glow of the moon behind him. “I missed you. Missed your kisses. Your lovely voice. Your-”
“-everything.” Hot breath against your lips, he kisses you aggressively. Tongue parting your mouth open. Hand between your legs, his grunts into your mouth before nipping your bottom lip. “I missed you too, babe.”
His rash disrobing is matched by you. Your fingers unfastening the front zipper to his jeans. His hand up in the air with your panties intertwined between his fingers, other hand palming your tit. Long digits pressing against your sensitive nub.
“I need you.” His tongue glides back and forth against the front of your throat, tips of his fingers pushing against the folds of your labia. “You’re mine.”
“Always yours.”
You gag, two thick fingers in your mouth, pressing against the center of your tongue. Shivers down your shoulder blades. Spine. Bursting heat deep in your core. Warm lips sucking your earlobe.
“I missed you.” His soft whisper sends chills down your spine, deep into your core. “How much do you want me, babe?”
“Don’t leave me, Bae.” Your fingers caress his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. Sweet moan into his lips as his strong thrust weighs down on you.
“Why so formal? Am I just a hookup?”
His body is gone. Cool air unleashing goosebumps all over your body.
“BaeBae?” You stand on your knees, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His back facing you. “Babe? Did I upset you?”
You yelp, his hands on your arms. You’re on your back, he’s over you. Lips crashing together, sucking air out of you.
“Jinyoung! BaeBae! I want you, babe.” His chuckles against you burn you up, his kisses peppering across your chest, down to your tits. “You’re the one who treats me like a hookup. Like a whore.”
“You like it.”
Your moans shake the walls. His long fingers trace around your labia, tips drawing small circles into your pubes. Your pussy shakes, cunt growing wet. You want him to ruin your insides, grind on your clit.
“BaeBae!” You cry. He’s sitting up. Hands pulling you up.
You’re on your knees, hands planting against the pillows, legs spread out.
“Need you.” His tip glides over your wet heat. You moan together as he pokes at your entrance. You whimper as his cock slides up against your slit, barely brushing over your throbbing clitoris. “All I think about - you, all day.”
“BaeJin.” Your hips thrust back as his cock slides against you. You mewl as his tip prods at your cunt. “Jinyoung, I want you.”
Your hip aches as his grip tightens, nails digging into your flesh. Cock pushing into you. Your parting lips ache, clit writhing as your hot slick pools toward it.
Both hands on your hips he pounds your ass against his hips. Your insides are being pushed around, stomach full and warming up.
“My fucking whore-so-fucking-hot.” His pants are growing erratic. Your cries are pathetic, burning up your vocal cords. Ass numbing up like your knees, but your pussy is ecstatic. Sweet ache, ripples of pleasure tighten the coil at your center. “Babe-pussy so good.”
“Perverted” - you cry out, knees buckling, as he pulls out of you - “BaeBae!”
“You’re mine,” he says softly, hands massaging your hips, turning you around.
You kiss, affection growing as he palms your thighs. You moan onto his tongue when his thumbs meet at your clit, pressing up against your sensitive nerves.
“BaeBae!” One thumb is flicking your wet bundle of nerves, middle finger from his other hand pushing into your wet heat. “I’m going to-”
“-So fucking needy!” He hisses against your throat. Fingers gone from your throbbing pussy. You yelp, head throwing back as a hard slap against your pussy shoves air out of your lungs. He chuckles, fingers caressing your folds. He slaps you again - your hips buck up hard. “I love your shaking little pussy.”
You moan, eyes shut tight, fingers intertwined into your own tresses. Two of his fingers are back inside, shallow ruts making your pussy quiver.
You’re flat on your back, his massive thighs weighing over yours. His beautiful hard rod is sliding into your wet pussy. Shaking hips you thrust against each other.
Mouth open - taking in erratic breaths - you refuse to be the first to moan. He picks up on your resolve, chuckle at the back of his throat. Hot kisses at your throat.
His thrusts are hard. Heavy with his powerful hips. Knee planting down on the mattress to lift your thigh up higher.
“BaeBae!” You cry out, arms wrapping around his neck as he plows into you. Each push cutting you open. Hot tip poking your g-spot. “Cumming!”
His heavy exhaled breath hits your chin when he pulls out of you. You whine against his lips, the coil at your core loosening away from an orgasm. Eyebrows furrowed, you yelp into his mouth when he pushes his throbbing cock back into your dripping cunt.
“Not so easy, babe.” Hands keeping your biceps down against the mattress, he’s on his knees - keeping your legs spread wide open. “You’re mine.”
You cry out, eyes focused on his concentrated face. Teeth biting his bottom lip. Eyebrows furrowed. Scrunched up nose. His thrusts are long. Thick long cock letting your walls feel every motion he makes.
When your hips buck hard against him, he grips you there. Deep shallow ruts as his balls slap your ass. He’s calling you his fucking whore.
And with the way you cry out his name - fingers weakly curling against his muscular arms - you are. He needn’t feed you, ask you how you are. He just needed to fuck you into a mindless hole, ready for his use.
When your center’s coil is ready to break, he pulls out - loosening the pull. Keeping your desperate orgasm so close yet so far away.
Throbbing cock back into your puffy hole, his hips shake as he sinks balls deep into you. His massive palms glide up your calves, pulling your legs together and over your head.
“BaeBae!” You gasp. You feel every pulse of his cock rippling through your center, tingling your clit. Your chest feels heavy, making the blood rushing to your head waver your vision. “Fuck!”
His powerful thrusts shake your entire body. Bottom of your spine prickling as his hips punish your ass. Palms glide down your calves and thighs before pulling your legs apart.
“BaeBae!”
Your pussy feels like his cock is slicing you open. Heat at your g-spot like his tip is branding you. Over and Over. His body is over yours, mouth sucking yours.
You’re silent, tongues fighting to push into each other’s mouths. Hands entangled in each other’s hair. His hips pushing up into yours; yours trying to match his.
Eyebrows furrowed, your claws hook over his ears as his hands grab your hips. His thrusts are fast, your walls constricting so hard your center’s coil having melted, your insides coming undone.
Wetness is shooting out of you. Your mind is gone. Your focus is what you feel.
BaeJin’s teeth grazing against the front of your throat. Your pussy walls squeezing his aching rod. His thrusts continue fast, shallow - strong - against you.
Stuttering whimpers, you can barely hold onto him. His mouth is sucking on your tit, tongue flicking your nipple. Arms wrapped around your waist, he cums into you - pushes so hard your head is hitting the headboard. Hot tears blinding your vision. Drooling pooling at the corners of your lips.
*thump*
*thump*
*thump*
“BaeBae!”
His cum is deep inside you. A fever building up as he dumps more hot cum into you. His gravelly groan shakes your chest, teeth clamped down on your tit. Your body is hot. Cum all over your insides.
The world is spinning. Continual pushes as his cock writhes. Your walls keep constricting. You’re both lost in each other’s kisses. Limbs entangling.
You whine. A gentle *pop* when he breaks the kiss. The sexy grunt he gives makes your pussy quiver. Fucked out, you remain still as he pulls out, head resting on your sweaty stomach.
As much as you want to confess your undying love for him, all you can manage is a gentle grin. Eyes shut you fall asleep, feeling his warm muscular arms hold you close to him.
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Thank you for reading!
Love, CC ♣️
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Welcome to my blog!
Hi! I’d like to welcome you to my blog! Have a great day/night!
About myself: I enjoy reading/writing, watching movies, and the outdoors! I will spend all night eating cookie dough and reading fanfics so that’s that! When writing for a character I will try my best to keep them in character. Also, I’m kinda new at all of this so apologies in advance♡
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I will write fluff and angst. i will not write smut because a) i have no experience writing it and b) i don't want to :)
My list of writings so far:
Black Cat- Darry Curtis x reader
Falling Leaves- Optimus Prime x bot!reader
Pumpkin Spice- Darry Curtis x reader
tfa Prowl x Cybertronian femme reader pt1?
tbb-hcs
Who i write for:
Star Wars
Tbb
clones
jedi
the mandalorian
Transformers
G1
tfp
tfa
MTMTE (working on finishing)
RID
Top Gun + Maverick
Maverick (young & older)
Iceman
Goose
Rooster
Hangman
Bob
The Outsiders
Darry
Soda
Two-bit
Dally
Steve
Pony (but prob only platonic sry)
Other Fandoms/ characters:
Marvel
Dc
Gojo & Nanami
Kakashi & Iruka from naruto
Harry potter
The Maze Runner
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Heart of Winter
by BragisRunes
BUCKY X PLUS SIZE FEMME!READER X HVITSERK -> Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes AKA The Winter Soldier had once been tasked with the job of training more super soldiers for HYDRA. Perhaps it was a desperate need to feel safe or perhaps it was love; either way something bloomed between him and one of the soldiers under his tutelage. Who's to say what will happen when they find each other again?
Words: 5687, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Vikings (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Hvitserk (Vikings)
Relationships: Hvitserk (Vikings)/You, Hvitserk (Vikings)/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis
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Venus in Blue Jeans
(Shitty) Summary: After the events of stopping the Emergence, Druig decides to take some time for himself like the others allowed themselves to do only to find Venus. The only exciting thing about Venus was her name, otherwise she was just another waitress in a diner somewhere that was really in the middle of nowhere. Yet, everything she does is mesmerizing in the eyes of the eye-glowing eternal (whether he realizes it or not).
(This is ignoring the actual end of the movie)
Pairing: Druig x POC!femme oc
Word Count: 1.9k?
A/N: I had this idea the MINUTE I saw Druig in a leather jacket, like 50s/60s Greaser vibes, but not actually (moder au? idk man, I ran with it). It was supposed to stay in the drafts, but oop here it is because there aren’t enough Druig x POC characters out. But check out @wickeddruig ‘s master list for some Druig x POC!
(First time writing in third person, be kind plz)
Part II
"Irish, right?"
"Hm?" The blue-eyed boy hummed as his waitress topped off his coffee, a few drops falling on her shoes as she pulled the pot back towards her chest.
In all honesty in all of his years alive Druig's only been to Ireland a handful of times and never for pleasure. He wasn't sure why he'd come out talking the way he had, but all could be credited to the celestial that had made him the way he was. He never gave much thought to it as his family all had their own intonations. It was just the way it was. He was also never questioned about it. Looking at the person in front of him, he let his thoughts take place of his answer, leaving her only a blank expression as a response.
"Sorry, I've never been good with accents," She smiled softly, not embarrassed at the assumption, but confused at her own blurt-out. Her shift was never-ending, dull, and predictable. The diner was full of truckers from all over the states as their mandatory breaks led them here just as the sun was beginning to rise, "We don't get a lot of diversity around here."
"Born and bred, actually" Druig answered politely.
She was never one for small talk with the people who came in, she left that for the others. So now, awkwardly, she added, "You're a far way from home..."
"You don't know the half of it," He laughed lightly, bringing the black cup of coffee to his lips.
"What are you doing here?" She couldn't help but question. He stuck out like a sore thumb. He had a smart-looking haircut and a leather jacket to match. It contrasted the burly men with barn jackets who watched him carefully. But before she could hear his answer, her boss pulled her back to work, reprimanding her for the lingering chit-chat.
Druig hadn't meant to be here, but he couldn't bring himself to go back to his compound if there was even a compound left. Trying to avoid the question in its entirety, he decided to travel north. He thought about settling somewhere new, but nothing felt right and he kept moving. He was going to move until something felt right. And now he was looking for this so-called 'right' in El Paso, Texas. Or well, some small, forgotten town with its closest city being El Paso.
He didn't know what drew him to the dingy diner with the broken neon lights. But he knew he needed a moment to think, a moment where his thoughts could be his own, a moment to figure out his next steps, a moment to finally breathe. However, he hadn't expected it to be busy as dawn broke. Druig thought about using his powers to clear the unusually busy diner, but the men that occupied it looked like they needed a break of their own.
"For when you're ready," the waitress came back, placing the handwritten receipt in front of him and flittering off to the next person who needed her attention.
Druig watched her for a moment. She too looked out of place. Too deserving to be in a place like this. Yet, she moved elegantly around the place. While he sipped on his burnt coffee, he couldn’t help but notice how she added breath to the stagnant seeming environment. It was like she was floating. Her hair was in locs that were tied expertly into a bun. But it was clear she intentionally left two out to frame her face. Something that only added to the charm the other men gravitated towards.
He looked down at her handwriting, the numbers very round looking, a rushed scribble showing a quantity he didn't have on him. He had no money, he had no home, he had no life created like the others. Nothing to offer to the waitress. He was next on her rounds of collection, circling around the place swiftly. He was the last obstacle between her and the end of her shift.
When did coffee become so expensive, Druig thought to himself. He didn't want to use his powers at the moment, he needed a break from that too. But he didn't have much of a choice as she looked down at him expectantly.
Druig could feel the natural surge of his energy flow through his eyes as he tried to tap into her mind and have her work to his advantage. But she only blinked her dark eyes, her eyebrows furrowing as she watched him look back at her with confusion. Never before had his power not-
"Please don't tell me you're about to dine and dash over terrible coffee," She joked with nervous laughter, hopeful she was wrong. He didn't look like someone who didn't have money, especially with the expensive-looking leather jacket he had on.
He was too stunned to even lie to her and try to get out of it, "I'm...sorry, I just-
"You know what," She said, pulling from the small number of tips she collected in her apron and counted out enough for a coffee, "Think of it as a welcome to town."
—-
It was day three of Druig staying in a ratty motel with itchy sheets and damp ceilings. He contemplated moving on to his next destination, but his mind was plagued with guilt.
He thought maybe it had to do with the fact that this would be his second self-exiling experience or the fact that for centuries he had held people captive. He thought hard and long on the subjects, and others, only to realize they felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. But it was the damned coffee that weighed him down. It was pocket change, it was nothing, but it was everything that kept him up at night. So much so, it forced him to return to that dingy diner.
"I'll be right with you," Her voice rang softly as she heard the door chime, "Sit wherever you'd like."
Druig watched as her finger followed the words of the text she was reading as if finishing the last line. Her nails were different than last time. They were longer and more colorful. There was a design on them, but he wasn't close enough to make it out quite yet, but from where he stood he could see how each color paired beautifully with her rich umber skin.
It took him a minute to pull his eyes away to follow her initial instructions and find a seat. It was the same as last time, the booth in the smallest corner of the place that was slightly hidden and secluded. Once she looked up, it took her a moment to find Druig's newly familiar face.
"Nice to see you again, Irish,” She smiled pulling her pen and pad out routinely to take his order, "What can I get you?"
He hadn't thought he'd get himself this far. He wasn't supposed to be here, he was interfering, again.
"What do you recommend?"
She didn't. Each plate was hard to distinguish from the next from all the grease. The same grease that's smell was almost impossible to wash out of her hair and clothes after each shift. She thought about telling him how most of it was frozen and microwaved or how the desserts were bought premade. But she plastered on the service smile and said, "Can't go wrong with a burger, right?"
He nodded his head in agreement and waited for her to take his order to the back before letting out a deep breath. He had gotten his initial wish of being one of the only people in the diner. There were two other men on the complete opposite end who were close to finishing their mean, chattering about human politics, something that wouldn't touch Druig the way it would them.
He took small bites of the food the waitress dropped off fluidly, eyes focused out the window looking out at the plain scenery. It was various shades of browns and tans for miles. The stereotypical tumbleweeds that could barely be made out in the distance were the most exciting things happening.
Druig's focus was shot and his energy felt different. The was something off. He wanted to find out what it was, maybe that would be the thing he was desperately looking for. He knew it would be a boding excuse for a distraction from what was truly bothering him. But he struggled to even think about that as his eyes shifted back to the increasingly rowdy men that were interrupting his brooding.
They were up from their booth and talking with the waitress, getting more combative by the moment. Druig wanted to roll his eyes at the older men and their utter incompetence. He tuned into the argument now. The men resorted to primitive insults all because they couldn't do simple math. He was watching it all unfold right in front of him. He didn't need to step in, he didn't need to intervene.
Instead, he pulled the crumpled money he had been able to scrounge up and placed it on his table. He had gotten as far as his newly acquired car before he stopped. He could still see her struggling with the two men through the window panes. He could see her getting more upset by the second. Druig's had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the key that was one turn away from his freedom.
"Excuse me," Druig's voice was loud as he pulled the door open, placing as much attention as he could get onto himself, "Do either of you men have jumper cables, my car doesn’t seem to want to start.”
Easily taken from their previous conversation, the two men were more than happy to talk shop and follow the Eternal outside. Druig didn't care what they had to say and he didn't give it a second thought before his eyes glowed, making the men forget the diner, leave, and never come back. The same thing he thought he'd be doing. He wanted to do more damage, wanted his control back again, but he knew better.
Druig could leave now, get back in his car, and never look back. Again, something that would be the obviously smarter choice. Yet again, his body was drawn back inside the ever-so-dingy diner. There was no one but him and the waitress now, something that sparked an almost imperceptible sliver of excitement in him.
"I had that handled," She said in hushed tones as she pulled open the cash register, clearly frustrated by the entire situation, "I didn't need your help."
"I was helping them," Druig started, which made her eyes flash up in utter annoyance. But Druig hadn't finished as he added smartly, but kindly “If I waited any longer, you would have ripped them to shreds."
Her expression diffused slightly at his comment, but it wasn't enough to shake all of her upset, "Well you're all set."
Druig thought she wanted him to leave too, adding to the original guilt he had come in with. He could only deal with one source of guilt at a time. Once again digging through his jacket's pocket, he pulled out enough change and then some to hand to her. He counted out his money carefully, not really caring about the value, but taking every second he could to prolong the interaction.
"For the coffee..." Druig explained as she eyed him suspiciously, "Thank you...," He added as his eyes glanced at her plastic name tag, "Venus."
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You ever look at a tweet and say “now how tf you come up with this?😭”
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me omw 2 bl*cking every user who writes x reader content 😔✌️
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Rise
Summary: Whispered promises from ghosts of the past come back without leaving footprints in the snow.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1200
Warnings: None that I can think of, if you read this and think I need to add any please let me know so I can put it here!
Masterlist || Femme Fatale Masterlist
The familiar blue eyes met her steel, blank stare.
“It’s time to go. You kept your promise, now help me keep mine.”
You stumbled out of the cell you’d been kept in. The lock easily broken by a glare of sunlight and arms around your waist. Your feet stuck to the red floor as you were dragged one agonizing step after another toward the blinding light the figure came out of.
Could this be Heaven’s light and this man an angel?
It seemed unlikely. With the countless sins you committed this would be the first taunt that waited at Hell’s throne.
“C’mon doll. Stay with me.”
You looked up, squinting through the light, finding blue eyes. Demons didn’t have eyes that fair did they?
You pitched forward, your blood staining the white that caught you. Striking cold jolted your sense into focus.
You stood. Straight, fighting the urge to shiver and cover yourself. “Ready to comply.”
The angel came to stand in front of you. He studied you, sadness in his eyes. Why was he sad? What was the target?
“At ease,” he said, not expecting you to move. He circled you, seeming to examine you. The blood dripped down your clenched fist. The stark contrast in temperatures almost made you shiver again, almost.
“This is an extraction mission. Target classified” He pulled few mismatched clothes out of the small duffel at his side. “Put these on.”
You took the black sweater and pants, obedient to the end. They covered your small, malnourished frame hanging off you to make you look sicker than you already were. You ignored the pangs in your abdomen for something not liquid and force-fed to you. Boots were thrown at you and you quickly covered your feet, the immediate warmth flooding your system.
The man took your arm, tearing some excess fabric from your hem and wrapping your arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
Watching him tightly wrap your wrist up brought ghosts from beneath the untouched snow. You squinted, confused at the deep brown eyes that met yours with concern.
Careful with that thing, you might cut someone’s finger off.
You shook your head, willing the ghost away. Willing the pang in your heart away.
“On the move, Soldier.”
You followed the fair eyed angel. Surrounded by the blinding snow, he now looked like a shadow now, more than an angel. The edge of the dense forest neared with every painful, heavy step. As the evergreen bristles neared, so did the blackened edges in your peripheral. Deep breaths and gritted teeth did nothing to stop it. It crept forward, your vision becoming a pinprick.
It’s alright darling. It’s alright.
The words echoed in your head as you blacked out, falling back onto the carpet of your home, screams echoing in your ears.
You screamed, swinging the knife in your hand. You frantically looked around the kitchen, clearing it. Checked the next rooms, the dining room, the living room. All seemed normal. Then the breeze hit your arms, the cool summer breeze pricking at your arms.
You surveyed the window sill, scuff marks that weren’t there before seemed to be leading into your home.
They were here again. Those people that followed you. Those men that watched you at the supermarket, at the school, and now, it seemed, in your own home.
A hand touched your arm, holding tight. You screamed again, swinging the kitchen knife toward the body that stood near you.
You stopped, just short of sheathing the knife into your husband.
He chuckled nervously, “careful with that thing, darling, you might cut someone’s finger off. Or worse.”
You dropped the knife, flinging your arms around him. “James,” you sobbed. “I-I’m sorry. I just heard something and it scared me half to death.”
Your husband held you close, his hands soothing the tension in your back. “Are you seeing them again? Him again?”
You pulled back, feeling nauseous. “I’m not imagining them. There’s a group of them. They just watch me.”
“I believe that you think you see them. Maybe you need to see some-”
“I’m not crazy James!” you took a deep breath, not wanting to have this argument again. “I have to go. Baby girl gets out of school soon.”
He sighed, “Would you like me to come with you?”
“No. No, thank you.”
You grabbed your bag and the keys to the car. With a glance over your shoulder at your husband and the fear in his deep eyes, you almost regretted the cold shoulder.
“Hey, hey, hey,” you opened your eyes, again seeing the angel above you. His eyes were surprisingly soft. “I know you’re exhausted. I know your body is weak and wants to give out, but I also know you can do make it. We’re almost there. You’ve been through so much worse and with so much less to look forward to.”
You blinked, your body aching, shivering, brain playing catch up to your body. You pushed yourself up, fingers nearly blue from the cold. Teeth chattering, you took each slow step forward, pushing through the darkness that again wanted to take over. His words echoed around you. They bounced off the trees, echoed deep in the mountain’s valley, rang in your ears, led your footsteps to keep from stumbling; You been through so much worse.
You couldn’t help but wonder what worse could mean. The man you’d seen, James, was he the worse? The people that seemed to be following the woman in your head? Him?
Your never-ending questions seemed to add up with every step you took.
The wind whipped around you, pushing and pulling you in the directions of your mind. A child’s laugh echoed from behind you, causing another pang in your chest. But still, you pressed on.
A child’s cry stopped you in your tracks. At this point, too numb to anything but moving forward and the ghosts that seemed to haunt you. This was the first cry you’d heard, and you turned. An instinct you didn’t know you’d had kicking in.
You were met with the empty footsteps you had left. No brown-eyed little girl carrying a beloved toy.
Confused you took a step back. And tripped over your own feet.
You landed with a grunt.
You were ready to lay down, become part of the forest floor. With the state that you were in, it wouldn’t take long.
An engine stirred you from your thoughts. You slowly turned and saw the small aircraft preparing for take-off. Snow rose with you as if the propellers lifted you up and into its body.
“Target acquired.”
“Who is the target?”
The angel strapped you into the co-pilot seat next to him, fitting you with a headset and checking the various gauges.
He didn’t respond, making you think you’d stepped out of line, asked the wrong question, asked too many questions.
The craft rose into the blue skies and you started to drift off, just before you let the darkness overtake you, a single word floated into your ears.
Soft and broken, you.
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A/N: Posting and running because I am exhausted! The excitement from the extra episode sent me on a frenzy. I’ve been struggling a lot with myself, imposter syndrome and perfectionism but I am trying everyday to push through it. The interaction I get is really humbling for someone like me and I am so grateful. Also, go watch the new episode, it’s amazing.
Warnings: Do not tag Neil Gaiman in any of my work or he will block me and I do enjoy his page. This fic is an 18+ sloooow burn. I am taking huge artistic license with the world because I am going by the TV series alone. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Tags will be updated per chapter but if you know how the series goes then you know where the tags are heading. This shit is unbeta’d. Reader is femme and I will always be respectful of characters pronouns throughout the fic. If I do slip up please feel free to message me and it shall be corrected.
Pairing: Dream of the Endless/ Morpheus x F!reader/oc insert.
Summary: Brought to life by the power of the Dreaming, you were tasked with a single purpose. Find Lord Morpheus. However, once your purpose is completed will he find it in his heart to keep you around or was your purpose the only reason you were brought into being. Multichapter fuckery.
Prelude
Word Count: 2.2k+
Tagging: @a-bang-for-your-bucky @lu123sworld @leighanne03 (if you’d like to be tagged or taken off just let me know.)
Chapter 1: The Waking Realm
The sunlight was searing as it broke out all around you. Warmth pillowed beneath you, caressing with the softest of tendrils. Comfort blossomed in your chest as the aching sadness of the Dreaming released its hold on you.
Prying your eyes open the light struck deeply and you cried out trying to cover them only to find you didn’t have hands anymore. The abrupt change in your movement meant your wing wasn’t outstretched and your entire form dipped alarmingly.
Colours of blue and green whipped across your vision as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Nausea clawed at your stomach forcing you to take control. Pushing your wing back out you managed to steady yourself, rising once more on the pillow of warmth and you let out a gasp.
Trees of every green you could imagine lay out beneath you. You had never seen such a cacophony of colours before and all you could think about was how beautiful everything was. The landscape rolled away from you, peaking and troughing hills dotted with multicoloured flowers all crowned with the glory of sunshine. It was nothing like the realm you had just left and that made you realise a balance had been tipped. One that shouldn’t have been messed with.
Turning your head slowly you saw your own outstretched wings, black but shimmering with a blue/purple highlight.
Clacking your beak you began to get a feel for your new physique. Your feet were tucked into your underside, nestled in your downy feathers. The weight of the amulet was evident around your neck even though it wasn’t visible, but you felt the pull.
Carefully you shifted in the air, marvelling at the way you tipped in that direction, hoping it would lead you to the elusive Lord Morpheus.
It felt like hours you’d been travelling in the same direction. Drinking in the buildings that you drifted by, seeing humans for the first time and hearing all their noise and scenting their smells. You’d give anything to explore this chaotic world, to walk among the people and learn their ways. Maybe as a reward, this Lord would set you free once he was found.
Everything was so loud where the buildings were but when you hit greenery again it provided a natural barrier and the world was peaceful once more. You came across other birds following you on different legs of your journey before peeling off when they reached their own destinations.
You watched the sky turn from a bright blue to the deepest of navy, the golden light of the sun casting its last rays wildly into the sky with hues of range and pink. The sight was so breathtaking you almost missed the pull of the amulet as you flew over a lone house.
Circling lazily you made sure the amulet was telling you this was where you needed to be and the pull was unmistakable.
With a rapid flap of your wings you tried to land but you misjudged the edge of the chimney and ended up rather ungracefully slamming into the side of the roof. Scrabbling wildly you managed to push off again and find somewhere better to land. You lay there, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your wings spread as the last light of day fully left this world. You felt exhausted but the need to rest was overshadowed by the constant tingling of the amulet. Gingerly you moved yourself into an upright position, taking a moment to admire the star studded sky that was as glorious now as it was in the daytime.
There was no doubt in your mind that this, Lord Morpheus was in this house. Why would a being such as he, want to reside here while his kingdom fell apart? It made no sense.
You weren’t here to make sense of it, you were here to find out what had happened to him. That was your purpose. Dragging yourself upright you fluttered across the roof, hopping until you reached the edge. There was a light on near a large door and you guessed that was the main entrance. A gravel driveway swept away from the house disappearing into the dark of the trees but you didn’t care where it went. You had to get inside this house. Raising your tired wings and letting go of the perch you flew round the whole place until you happened upon an open window. It took a couple of attempts before you finally rested on the sill and peered into the gloomy interior.
Silence greeted you. A single lamp was on, illuminating a hallway filled with glass cabinets and pointless human trinkets. With a rustle you fluttered down to a chair, flaring your wings when your legs seemed to collapse under your weight. It happened so suddenly, the hallway tipped and your entire body flopped with drastic exhaustion. You couldn’t stop the fall, your raven form melting and to your horror you could catch yourself with your hands. At first it was a relief to release the energy it took to disguise yourself but when footsteps sounded on the stairs all you could think about was somewhere to hide.
Your bare feet were silent as you raced down the hall only to dive into a room at the end and hope no one came in. Your heart was pounding, the palms of your hands becoming slippery and shaking; all sensations you’d never experienced before.
After you’d determined you were safe you looked around the room. The first thing you noticed was how much stuff was in here; a wooden rocking horse, an empty cot, a book shelf with worn titles on. An old rocking chair sat at the back, plumes of dust rose up from the pillow when you swept a hand over the threadbare fabric. For some reason it made you sad. Why keep all these objects only to shut them in a room? Did they hold no value to the owner anymore? It was already something you knew you’d never understand.
Gingerly you sat down and grabbed at the ravens head that rested on your chest. The tingling was driving you a little crazy, the pulling sensation almost making you feel queasy as it tugged you down.
As exhausted as you were you knew you didn’t need sleep. It was merely you trying to get used to your new body and learning it’s limits. Your wings hadn’t made an appearance, maybe they didn’t show in the Waking Realm.
Looking out the window, marvelling in the beauty of the half moon as it glowed amongst the stars you began to notice whispers. They were quiet to start with, just tickling the edges of your mind until they grew in strength. You couldn’t hear what was being said but intrigue pulled you from your hiding place. If you closed your eyes you could almost touch the whispers, muted colours danced just beyond your fingertips and you drew closer.
You ended up in a bedroom. The bed itself was a four-poster, dark wooded monster of grandeur. The man that lay in it was small, frail. His hair was grey and wrinkles lined his face. Bending down you inspected him closely, taking this moment to marvel in being close proximity to a human, feeling the uneven breath on your own face. It was then you realised the whispers were coming from him. You were hearing the echo of his dreams.
Bare feet padded with no noise against the rugs and wooden floorboards. Tentatively you descended the staircase, your hand sweeping down the bannister as the delicate fabric of your dress gently parted with each step. The house was dark with everyone asleep so you could explore in peace.
You found a room of books, so many books that rested unread from floor to ceiling. A drawing room lit by the dying embers of a fire, with hard leather back chairs and a grand desk. Another room you came across was filled with a long table and many chairs, far too many for the occupants of the house. Everything was tidy, in its place but you couldn’t help touching. Fingertips explored a large vase that sat on a sideboard, your hand trailed along a shelf of books feeling each bump as you moved from one spine to the next; even the leather chairs beckoned you to swipe them. It was all so fascinating but none of it helped you find Lord Morpheus.
Clutching the raven once again you frowned at the pulling sensation seemingly trying to pull you below the house. Carefully you walked in the dark, hands caressing the wooden panels in the hope you might find something you’d missed. There, another door. This one had a handle of metal and a hefty lock that drew your eye.
Shock cascaded through you as the handle moved, twisting with the clunk of the lock and a man came out, soft light spilling all over the carpet. You watched from your hiding place, crouched behind a huge sideboard as he lumbered towards the kitchen. Taking the opportunity you slipped through the open door and began to descend down the cold stone steps.
A soft orange light guided your way as you tentatively took each step as silently as possible. You happened upon a metal gate which the guard had thankfully left open and you slipped inside with the barest of whispers. Crouching in the corner you watched for any sign that you’d been noticed but the female guard carried on staring at her book.
Your gaze wandered, taking in the many pillars that split the room only to rest on a huge contraption in the very centre. It was round, huge bars of metal folded and melded around a glass bubble. Strange golden lettering encompassed the whole device, the magic was old with a feeling of wrongness to it. The same wrongness you’d felt within the Dreaming. You had to get closer. Carefully manoeuvring yourself across the stone slabs you quickly made your way to the device, avoiding touching the gold symbols incase they rendered you useless.
Your breath hitched at the sight of a pale form laying on the bottom. He was completely bare, his hair as dark as the night sky outside and his skin as bright as the stars that littered it. He seemed to be sleeping, his face partly hidden by his arm as he clearly tried to make himself comfortable. You couldn’t help but study him, taking in each line of his chisled body and you wondered what it felt like to touch such skin. Was he hard like marble? Smooth like ivory or did he feel just like a human. For human, he was not.
Cautiously you crouched down so you could see your own face reflected in the dirty glass but you were level with him. His eyes were shut, shoulders rising and falling in a steady rhythm to indicate he was fast asleep. The amulet was almost burning now, wanting to pull you closer to the man in the glass trap but you couldn’t cross the golden barrier.
Unfettered rage bloomed from somewhere deep within you. Fists curled tightly at the idea of these morals keeping the King of Dreams locked up for their own personal gain. This was why he hadn’t come home, why Lucienne had been left all those years and why his kingdom was dying. Because he was cut off from everything.
Resting a hand on the glass you wanted to tell him you’d be back, to let him know that help was here but then you remembered what Lucienne had said. Retreating back into the shadows you made your way back through the gate and up the steps until you reached the door. As you exited the male guard was coming out of the kitchen but there wasn’t time or anywhere for you to hide. Instinct told you to freeze and for a few nerve wracking heartbeats the pair of you stared at each other.
“Knew I forgot something,” he muttered to himself before turning back towards the kitchen. The raven amulet pulsed on your skin and you knew it was doing far more than you were aware. Without anymore hesitation you raced up the stairs, following the whispers once more. They sounded far off and muted, dull and grey just like the Dreaming. How humans had not noticed anything was wrong astounded you as you crouched beside his bed, leaning gently on the covers near his head. You closed your eyes, delving into the whispers, desperately trying to catch a slip of information when you heard a name. The human’s name.
“Paul…” with the barest whisper you infiltrated his nighttime thoughts. Weaving between the threads you coloured his visions showing him as well as telling him. “It’s time he was freed, Paul.” The man snuffled in his sleep, a frown deepening on his brow. “You cannot keep him here.”
“What must I do?” He mumbled.
“Break the binding circle. Cut through the magic and he will leave.” Your voice was light but commanding, the whispers burying into his subconscious like the seeds of an oak tree. Growing and entwining roots into the very reaches of his mind until he wouldn’t be able to think about anything else except breaking the binding circle.
Retreating into the darkness all you could do now was wait.
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Hey!! Could you do a small Peter Parker imagine where he’s sharing earbuds with the reader? Thank you! 💕
𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐬 | p. parker
summary - r wonders what Peter is listening to at lunch
Peter Parker x gn!reader
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You threw your books into your locker and practically slammed it shut. It was finally lunch period. This morning, your teachers had been extra cruel to you with two tests, an essay, and one pop quiz.
You were being dragged through the mud. All you wanted was one break. At least you had lunch, after that, only a few more classes and then you can go home and take a bubble bath or some shit like that.
Once inside the cafeteria, you bought your lunch and headed for the table at which all your friends were sitting.
“Hey guys,” you greeted Ned, Mj, and Peter. Also setting your lunch tray on the table and bag beside you.
They gave you a small wave and a smile, except for Peter. You looked to your right to see him listening to music through some earbuds while he scribbled down notes on a piece of line paper.
“Hey,” you nudged him in the forearm, causing him to pull out one of his earbuds, look at you, and smile. “Whatcha listenin’ to?”
“Oh, nothing. Jus’ some music,” he said.
“Can I listen?” you asked.
“Sure,” Peter said and proceeded to hand you the left bud. You placed it in your ear and were immediately met with the chill sound of Blister in the Sun by Violent Femmes.
Peter's eyes caught yours and you giggled as the song carried through your ears and to your brain.
You nodded your head slightly and picked up your sandwich, taking a small bite while Peter went back to taking notes.
Meanwhile, both of you were oblivious to Mj and Ned on the other side of the table, who were shaking their heads at you.
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