A/N:Since the trailer for The Bubble dropped, we’ve been reduced to thirsty (gender-neutral) bitches, and there are some good fics out. Dfinitely check out Pleaseby@ezrasbirdie,Extra Whipped Creamby@pettyprocrastinationandStayby@honestly-shite. And like clowns we’re all using the same fucking gifs because this character ain’t even on screen yet. All three fics are brilliant, please go read and shout at them about how good it is.
This fic definitely borders on a crack fic, he’s not a fully rounded character and the action is smutty and with tongue very firmly in cheek. And other places. It’s satire if you squint. I am both amused and deeply ashamed. If I’m going to horny jail, I’m taking you with me. Not beta’d, mistakes mine.
Rating: 18+, no minors
Pairing:Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (fuck, I know ok. I KNOW)
If you want more ficlets in this universe please come shout at me. This was so much fun to write.
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You’re one person in a long line of interviewers. They’re ushering you into the hotel like cattle, but honestly, you would gladly queue for days to meet him. You spent way too many hours engrossed in Dieter’s work, rewatching scenes. You can quote most of his iconic lines. You didn’t even have to do research prior to this interview. Dieter. Mentally you’re on a first name basis with him. You have lost yourself in his work, and you want him to know that.
Sarah lets herself in the back door and nearly drops the package she’s holding when she hears Bucky say, “Hey!”
“What?!” she asks, one hand on her heart in a futile attempt to still its racing.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” he yells in unbridled excitement as he enters the kitchen carrying her gift. “I got you a tree! It’s a fig tree. I love you this much. I got it at, uh, at a flower shop; and I saw it and I was like ‘fuck flowers, guys, she wants a tree!’ It was hell to get in the car, but I did it.”
“Oh my gosh, Bucky! It’s perfect! Can you put it in our bedroom? Right by the window?”
“You got it, doll.”
“Thank you. And, uh, stay there. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
He pauses mid-stride and looks at her over his shoulder, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
She waves the package in her hand at him and says, “I’ve just gotta put your gift on. Shouldn’t take me long… there’s not much to it.”
The video was adorable and I am absolutely in love with this fic. If someone brought me home a tree I would be probably cry.
okay but listen, if someone came home and said they were like “fuck flowers, she wants a tree!” i would die on the spot. because it meant they KNEW me and that would just be too much.
Sarah lets herself in the back door and nearly drops the package she’s holding when she hears Bucky say, “Hey!”
“What?!” she asks, one hand on her heart in a futile attempt to still its racing.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” he yells in unbridled excitement as he enters the kitchen carrying her gift. “I got you a tree! It’s a fig tree. I love you this much. I got it at, uh, at a flower shop; and I saw it and I was like ‘fuck flowers, guys, she wants a tree!’ It was hell to get in the car, but I did it.”
“Oh my gosh, Bucky! It’s perfect! Can you put it in our bedroom? Right by the window?”
“You got it, doll.”
“Thank you. And, uh, stay there. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
He pauses mid-stride and looks at her over his shoulder, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
She waves the package in her hand at him and says, “I’ve just gotta put your gift on. Shouldn’t take me long… there’s not much to it.”
Omfg I love this!!! This is both adorable and comedy gold lol
thank you, leah! those two deserve all the adorable comedic moments they can stand tbh
Sarah lets herself in the back door and nearly drops the package she’s holding when she hears Bucky say, “Hey!”
“What?!” she asks, one hand on her heart in a futile attempt to still its racing.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” he yells in unbridled excitement as he enters the kitchen carrying her gift. “I got you a tree! It’s a fig tree. I love you this much. I got it at, uh, at a flower shop; and I saw it and I was like ‘fuck flowers, guys, she wants a tree!’ It was hell to get in the car, but I did it.”
“Oh my gosh, Bucky! It’s perfect! Can you put it in our bedroom? Right by the window?”
“You got it, doll.”
“Thank you. And, uh, stay there. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
He pauses mid-stride and looks at her over his shoulder, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
She waves the package in her hand at him and says, “I’ve just gotta put your gift on. Shouldn’t take me long… there’s not much to it.”
The video was adorable and I am absolutely in love with this fic. If someone brought me home a tree I would be probably cry.
okay but listen, if someone came home and said they were like “fuck flowers, she wants a tree!” i would die on the spot. because it meant they KNEW me and that would just be too much.
Sarah lets herself in the back door and nearly drops the package she’s holding when she hears Bucky say, “Hey!”
“What?!” she asks, one hand on her heart in a futile attempt to still its racing.
“Happy Valentine’s Day!” he yells in unbridled excitement as he enters the kitchen carrying her gift. “I got you a tree! It’s a fig tree. I love you this much. I got it at, uh, at a flower shop; and I saw it and I was like ‘fuck flowers, guys, she wants a tree!’ It was hell to get in the car, but I did it.”
“Oh my gosh, Bucky! It’s perfect! Can you put it in our bedroom? Right by the window?”
“You got it, doll.”
“Thank you. And, uh, stay there. I’ll be up in a few minutes.”
He pauses mid-stride and looks at her over his shoulder, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
She waves the package in her hand at him and says, “I’ve just gotta put your gift on. Shouldn’t take me long… there’s not much to it.”
You did the tree thing! and got a little saucy there at the end I see
that tree video would not let me know peace until i wrote something based on it, okay?
i may or may not have decided in my own personal sarahbucky headcanon that sarah likes to wear lingerie for bucky ♀️
Warnings:Language.Smut. Smoking Weed. Typical stuff from me.
A/N: After my last fic of Frank, I’m taking it a bit softer with the emotions. This is a part of a loosely connected compilation of one-shots called Outside the Lines. No need to read other installments before this.
Never did Frank think he’d feel this again. The very notion was shoveled with dirt years ago. It can’t happen, therefore it shouldn’t. Emotions he’s shoved down are fighting for dear life, clawing to the surface.
It starts innocently. Doesn’t it always? Innocuous until time has proven it deadly. Until it’s too late.
He knows your coffee order. You like the swanky stuff and he grabs you an iced whatever when he knows he’s fucked up royally. Think of it as an olive branch because he’s not good with verbal apologies. He’s always harsher than he intends to be. The yuppies make him uncomfortable as he orders it, but he does it for you. He wonders how he’s involved with a hipster.
You accept the coffee and let him eat you out on your dining room table until you’re crying. The drink gets knocked over in the process. He even cleans it for you when he’s done.
Fuck man, you are such a talented storyteller. I wish I had more words, but I also smoked some space weed, and there aren’t enough to accurately express how god damn insanely beautiful your writing is. I love it here Thank you ❤
It brings a tear to my eye knowing there are people who relate to smoking the intergalactic zaza and wanting to fuck Frank Castle.
This was a truly bad date, you were zoning out, only offering a slight nod or hum to his comments in between bites of the meal. For the first half-hour, you had given him the benefit of the doubt, but by the time it got round to the hour mark, you were ready to down your drink and leave. The man-child was obnoxious and self-centred; every time you tried to talk he’d cut you off with another story about himself.
All the stories he told were making him sound like he was the top dog, the boss of Brooklyn, but you knew better. You were dining in one of the King of New York’s finest establishments. You had been intrigued by the man sitting opposite you when you met him in a bar on the Upper East Side, he had oozed charm and confidence. Now, you were only disappointed, stuck with listening to him talk.
Title:Feel it When My Heart Beats Author:Katie@sunlightdances Pairing/characters: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, feat. Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, and Sam Wilson. Rating:PG mostly, but there are a few curse words. Words:3,091. I got a little carried away. This is pretty dialogue-heavy, even for me. Summary:One instance of Bucky helping Peter with his history homework turns into a tiny bit of hero worship. Bucky acts put off, but really he relishes in his visits to Queens, because they mean getting a glimpse of you, Peter’s charming (and pretty) neighbor. Inspired by this post I keep seeing going around! (I just really need Peter and Bucky to interact more, okay) Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, or any of its characters. The plot belongs to me! Please don’t repost my work on any other sites without my permission. Reblogs are okay, appreciated, and encouraged!
Let’s get one thing straight, right off the bat.
It’s not like Bucky doesn’t like Peter Parker. He does, really.
Doesn’t even mind taking him under his wing, sort of.
He only acts put off when Steve basically assigns Peter to Bucky’s charge, insisting that it would be good for Bucky to get to know the kid, and good for the kid to have someone to look up to.
(Bucky still isn’t sure that he’s the best person for anyoneto look up to, but that’s a conversation for another day)
So, yes. It’s not like Bucky doesn’t like Peter Parker.
It’s just– he never planned for you. Peter’s down-the-hall neighbor, the one who is entirely too smart for your own good and subsequently very suspicious of all the comings-and-goings into a fifteen-year-old’s apartment in the early hours of the morning.
You’re also very pretty.
You make Bucky nervous. He stutters over his words, he blushes something fierce… you knock him off center, and you’ve only ever had a small handful of conversations.
Will “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader (of Potions and Myths AU)
Word count 4,2k
Warnings: Werewolf AU, wolf dynamics, established relationship, full moon run, wolf rut, explicit smut, size kink, breeding kink. Minors be gone, this is 18+.
A/N: Ummm… I do feel kind of bad holding onto this fic for so long. I actually started writing this back in October 2021 and it has been sitting completed in my Drive since January. But it just didn’t feel right putting it out there until now.
We are going back to visit Will and his mate from Of Potions and Myths. But I do think this can be read without knowing the full story before this.
It’s so wonderful to be back with them and to get more into their relationship and dynamic. They are so so in love and in tune with one another that it has me just head over heels for this universe. Truly I love this so so much
Will “Ironhead” Miller x f!reader (of Potions and Myths AU)
Word count 4,2k
Warnings: Werewolf AU, wolf dynamics, established relationship, full moon run, wolf rut, explicit smut, size kink, breeding kink. Minors be gone, this is 18+.
A/N: Ummm… I do feel kind of bad holding onto this fic for so long. I actually started writing this back in October 2021 and it has been sitting completed in my Drive since January. But it just didn’t feel right putting it out there until now.
We are going back to visit Will and his mate from Of Potions and Myths. But I do think this can be read without knowing the full story before this.
It’s so wonderful to be back with them and to get more into their relationship and dynamic. They are so so in love and in tune with one another that it has me just head over heels for this universe. Truly I love this so so much
Thank you for bringing us back to them.
I’ve missed these two too! ❤️
It makes me so happy to know the love these two share comes off the words. This little universe is so close to my heart.
Warnings Some flight anxiety, fluff, pining. Teeny tiny spoilers for the ending of the movie, so please be warned if you haven’t seen it yet. Not edted, all mistakes are mine. I took some minor liberties in making Javi nervous about flying, though he very much enjoys it at the same time.
Warnings Some flight anxiety, fluff, pining. Teeny tiny spoilers for the ending of the movie, so please be warned if you haven’t seen it yet. Not edted, all mistakes are mine. I took some minor liberties in making Javi nervous about flying, though he very much enjoys it at the same time.
Warnings Some flight anxiety, fluff, pining. Teeny tiny spoilers for the ending of the movie, so please be warned if you haven’t seen it yet. Not edted, all mistakes are mine. I took some minor liberties in making Javi nervous about flying, though he very much enjoys it at the same time.
Summary: When an old acquaintance reemerges in your life with a offer too good to refuse, you find yourself trekking through the woods with a pack of werewolves, one of which has an undeniable pull. Skilled and trained in pack handling, you somehow find yourself in over your head.
Warnings: (in this chapter) Werewolf AU, A/B/O au, Brief mentions of military things, Canonical events, Frankie is single, Frankie is a grump, She/Her pronouns for RC, Masturbation (m and f)
Wordcount: 2.8k
Notes: It’s week one of The Moon in May writing challenge and I’m super stoked to be doing this! What an unexpected little series and I’m going to kind of apologize for the world building but not.
I loved everything about this. This story is so amazing and the way you worked the events of the movie into the fic and the amount of werewolf lore, is just incredible. Love love love!
When he felt the soft flat of your palm, he lingered there curiously. Skin pressed to skin, breaths hitching in unison. Without thinking, his hand snaked further up until his thumb pressed into the plush point on your wrist, long thick fingers wrapping to hold your hand in place. Softly yet firmly he circled his thumb against your skin, pressing into the hollow before you pulled away. Tugging your hand free from his with a small gasp. Eyes dark and intense, he watched you, searching for the connection he felt. Your chest heaved as you watched him back. You must have felt it too.
This part had me squealing! Perfection! And holy forking shitballs, that ending! I can’t wait for next chapter! ❤️
Thank you so so much! I hope I do this AU justice with weaving it in. I truly truly do, I’m glad that so far it’s paying off!
Thank you so so much for taking the time to read and share your thoughts. it truly means the world.
Summary: When an old acquaintance reemerges in your life with a offer too good to refuse, you find yourself trekking through the woods with a pack of werewolves, one of which has an undeniable pull. Skilled and trained in pack handling, you somehow find yourself in over your head.
Warnings: (in this chapter) Werewolf AU, A/B/O au, Brief mentions of military things, Canonical events, Frankie is single, Frankie is a grump, She/Her pronouns for RC, Masturbation (m and f)
Wordcount: 2.8k
Notes: It’s week one of The Moon in May writing challenge and I’m super stoked to be doing this! What an unexpected little series and I’m going to kind of apologize for the world building but not.
The gruff of his voice, shielding you away, and then…
“The idea of being possessed and claimed by them a fantasy that most indulged in as they released their pheromones into the air. The idea of being worshiped and cared for by a person who would turn feral for you had mundanes on their knees, eager to please”……yeah I get that. I understand that thought very well!
And then we get Frankie’s point of view, “cut though the scents it was hiding. Trying to find you.”… “He held it close to nose as he preened a puffed,”…. “Eyes dark and intense, he watched you, searching for the connection he felt.”
Love it all! Love the neither one of them can quite place what is going on, but are both “secretly” leaning into these feelings! And now Frankie in a rut!?!? Can’t wait to see what happens next!
Oh my goodness! Thank you so so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed it, especially the passages you shared.
I’m having by a little too much fun getting these two together and I’m happy to drag us all through it.
Thank you so so much for reading and taking a moment to share your thoughts
Summary: When an old acquaintance reemerges in your life with a offer too good to refuse, you find yourself trekking through the woods with a pack of werewolves, one of which has an undeniable pull. Skilled and trained in pack handling, you somehow find yourself in over your head.
Warnings: (in this chapter) Werewolf AU, A/B/O au, Brief mentions of military things, Canonical events, Frankie is single, Frankie is a grump, She/Her pronouns for RC, Masturbation (m and f)
Wordcount: 2.8k
Notes: It’s week one of The Moon in May writing challenge and I’m super stoked to be doing this! What an unexpected little series and I’m going to kind of apologize for the world building but not.
Arte!!! Thank you so so much! I’m so glad you’re enjoying this fic. I’m really getting lost in it the best way possible so truly I’m so glad I’m not alone on this ride
Thank you for taking a moment to read and share your thoughts. I really appreciate it!
Summary: A little liquid courage reveals some big secrets.
A/N: So I was tagged in a post with a possible prompt idea and I couldn’t let it go so here’s my little twist on it. (Prompt will be in red yall!) Thank you @kteagueand@icanbeyourjedi both for your endless support, ilysm! Likes, reblogs, any love appreciated. Enjoy!!
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“Has anyone seen Frankie?”
“Upstairs in Ben’s room I think. That liquor is finally starting to hit him.” Will snickers as he throws a few more beer cans into the trash bag.
Tonight was all about celebrating Benny’s huge win during his latest fight. A total underdog going in, he had crushed the competition which ultimately called for a celebration. Everyone had stopped by at various times throughout the night except one person. The only person Frankie longed to see and talk to. They all knew your work had been hectic lately and the chances of you coming out were slim, but Frankie held on to that slight glimmer of hope with every passing guest through the door.
This was so sweet Frankie being a smush when he’s drunk and staring at pics of ‘his girl’ my heart can’t take it ❤️
“ …so amazing. wanna marry you one day, make all the babies. We’d have fun with that part travel the world I CAN FLY US and just everything with you…” Frankie slightly slurs out as he types away.
This right here I mean if he sent that to me I’d be in my car fast as lightning
Where is my Frankie cause this is all I want in life!! Girl you and me both as soon as I got that text I’m GONE. WE DOING THIS TONIGHT LOL thank you so much for reading Char!!
Word Count: 8.5 K Rating:E | Some very light smut/smut-adjacent activities and talk. Heavy themes. My blog is 18+ only! Warnings: Some (interrupted) almost-sex and allusions to sex. CWfor - A very brief (not at all descriptive) mention of infertility/miscarriage. Other warnings include: very brief grief/loss mentions, adults having adult conversations, language, food mentions, very brief alcohol mentions.
Word Count: 11.9K. LISTEN. This installment contains a large portion of what originally would’ve been a one-shot when I was in the early planning stages of this fic. And then, as per usual, I couldn’t control myself, and well, here we all are.
Rating:E | Semi-explicit PiV smut; drug & alcohol use; references to canon-related drug OD; language. My blog is 18+ only!
Warnings: PiV sex & sexual situations, alcohol & drug use, food mentions, pining & yearning, self-doubt, a little angst, feelings, some fluff… honestly, this has a little bit of everything.
A/N: All my love to @radiowalletand@astroboots who both allowed me to throw several tantrums while writing this. Sometimes it takes a village, and I’m so blessed to have you both with me on this ride.
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Redding, California | May 2022
Without fail, the first day of filming always made her nervous.
It didn’t matter how much she prepared, how many deep breathing exercises she did, or how long she spent reviewing her lines—nerves bubbled in her belly like a pot simmering on a stove, creating a thick haze she had to act through.
Word Count: 11.9K. LISTEN. This installment contains a large portion of what originally would’ve been a one-shot when I was in the early planning stages of this fic. And then, as per usual, I couldn’t control myself, and well, here we all are.
Rating:E | Semi-explicit PiV smut; drug & alcohol use; references to canon-related drug OD; language. My blog is 18+ only!
Warnings: PiV sex & sexual situations, alcohol & drug use, food mentions, pining & yearning, self-doubt, a little angst, feelings, some fluff… honestly, this has a little bit of everything.
A/N: All my love to @radiowalletand@astroboots who both allowed me to throw several tantrums while writing this. Sometimes it takes a village, and I’m so blessed to have you both with me on this ride.
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Redding, California | May 2022
Without fail, the first day of filming always made her nervous.
It didn’t matter how much she prepared, how many deep breathing exercises she did, or how long she spent reviewing her lines—nerves bubbled in her belly like a pot simmering on a stove, creating a thick haze she had to act through.
