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Yes I know Allan Christie is a terrible, horrible, awful man. Yes I already have like 4 fanfics written in my head that diverge from canon (in that one very specific way we all know about 👀) but still keeps him a terrible, horrible, awful man

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Did u ever think about writing the same characters/universe as MM, but with another characher as the main?? Canta wait for the updates!!🩷

Do you mean a character besides Roseanne? Originally I had planned to write it in 2nd person pov but then last minute decided to change it to an actual character. Felix was always gonna be the love interest though. I'm obsessed with his character 😅

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Soooo how mad would yall be about a General Hux forced marriage fanfic?

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Hii! Are there "witches" is mm, like jane & alec kinda were before they were turned? ((Also maybe benjamin fits under witches too))

Yes! My oc Anne is outright stated to be a witch and was during her human life as well. I haven't gotten that far in her story, but she does eventually end up becoming a mentor to Jane and Alec, helping them learn how to use and control their powers.

Benjamin as a witch is interesting and something I hadn't thought about 🤔 I can see it, though maybe he'd be more of a green/nature witch than your sort of text book witch considering his gift?

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Hi! I just wanted to say I'm not a big Thor fan but your last work is so so good I can't stop thinking about it

Thank you! I definitely wasn't expecting much of a response to it lol. Thor isn't necessarily my favorite either (especially when Bucky Barnes is right there) but I just couldn't get that little scene out of my head. I'm so happy you liked it!

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me as a writer

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thinking about bucky calling you a good girl during sex for the first time and when it gets a reaction out of you he’s all like “oh, you like that?”

fuck i’m so horny for him

he’s fucking you missionary and you dont even do anything — you’re just laid there pretty taking his cock like he knew you could when it just slips out.

“good girl baby, there you go,” he praises as he eases his thick cock into your wet pussy, feeling you open up for him and swallow his length hole

you tense at the term, ‘good girl’ and for a second, bucky thinks he’s done something wrong. his hand immediately goes to cup your cheek, worry lacing his gaze. “you okay, doll? does it hurt?”

yes, but no — not in the way you’d think. it hurts in a pleasurable way. no what got you was the praise.

“i’m okay,” you whisper softly, a whimper leaving your throat as his thumb comes to find your bottom lip and traces gently over it, your mouth slightly opening. his eyes keep glued to your mouth opening for his thumb before he slips it in at the same time he pushes his cock fully into you

“good girl,” he praises again and this time he notices the way you melt against his palm and suddenly it clicks. “oh, princess.” he coos, your tongue wrapping around his thumb as you suck on the digit — his hips pulling back before slowly sinking into you again.

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Call me cringe but I have an idea for a Bucky x Reader time travel fic (excerpt below the cut). I just can't decide if it should be multi-chapter or a long one shot

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I will never be convinced that Bucky Barnes does not have the filthiest mouth on him.

He tries to be good, tries to be sweet and nice, but the way you ride him just pulls it out of him. You're so fucking sexy as you bounce on his cock, tits shoved in his face so he can leave bite marks all over them, the crescent shape of his teeth marring your skin in the best way. He tries to be gentle with his praise but can't help the way "ah, fuck, yes, such a good little whore for me. You like riding my dick? Huh? Lemme hear it, doll." slips out of his mouth. You gasp, his words going straight to your already soaked cunt. Bucky grips you tighter and his fingers dig into your hips deliciously. "Yeah, just like that, fuck. God you're so fucking wet..." He shushes you when you let out a low whine. "Shh, need you to be good for me, doll. Lemme listen to how fucking wet this pussy is." Bucky growls. "My pussy. All mine. You belong to me, got it?"

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Congressman Bucky who memorizes your coffee order because he sees you walk in with the same to go cup from the same coffee place every morning.

Congressman Bucky who starts getting your coffee himself, sitting it on your desk every morning even though it should definitely be the other way around.

Congressman Bucky who slowly starts adding flowers and other little gifts- anonymously of course because he's technically your boss and he doesn't want to make it too weird and obvious that he's a grown man with a crush of all things

But he can't stop thinking about you. Your smile, your laugh, the predictability of you. You give him a sense of normalcy and safety and he wants to show you how much he appreciates it

Congressman Bucky who knows you deserve better, deserve to be pampered and worshipped, but can't stop fantasizing about bending you over your desk and fucking into you slow and deep

His cock twitches in his pants as he pictures it, imagines the little moans and whimpers you'd make as his fingers toy with your pretty nipples

He wants to sink his teeth in your neck as your cunt clenches around him, wants to leave you marked and bruised

Bucky, he wants you so bad

Wants your thighs wrapped around his head as he buries his face in your pussy, drinking you up while his mind spins out of control

He imagines the taste of you, sweet and addictive on his tongue

One day he'll have you, he knows he will, but he doesn't know how much longer he can wait

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Thunder Bringer

I haven't decided if I'll make this a multi part thing or just leave it as is but I couldn't get this specific scene out of my head. Enjoy!

You just want to take your son to the park, but the weather has other ideas

Thor Odinson x Reader

It's been a rainy, grey, awful afternoon. The morning started out beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky or in the forecast. So you made a plan to take your son to the park after his nap, but as soon as you got there... a downpour of epic proportions.

"Mama?" His little eyes peer up at you through his choppy bangs (you never claimed to be a world-class hair stylist, just a mom on a single income doing her best). "Lunch?"

He had refused the pb&j you'd made at home, but you're desperate to salvage the ruined trip to the park and you're also pretty sure you have some cash on you, so...

"Sure, baby, we can get lunch."

"Alright!" He claps his hands together and giggles like he's won the lottery. He looks around before pointing a chubby finger at a small diner a little ways down the road. "There, Mama?"

"Yeah, we can go there."

The walk is brief, but your son fills the time with his endless chatter. You don't mind it. Hearing his little voice is soothing in a way you never quite expected. Being a mom was never high on your list of priorities, but then he was here, and every moment became about how to give him the best life. You thought you knew what devotion was before. You didn't know anything.

"Oh!" Your son jumps when there's an extra loud crack of thunder as the two of you walk in the diner. "Loud thunder!"

"Hey, do you know who makes thunder?"

He shakes his head as you direct him to a booth, sliding all the way up against the wall. "Who?"

"Thor!"

You watch the way his face lights up at the mention of his favorite Avenger. The two of you have had this exact conversation millions of times, but he likes having it. He likes showing off how much he knows about Thor.

"Thor has hammer!" He balls up his fist and makes a large swinging motion, hitting a stack of napkins. "He makes rain."

"Yep, he does, good job. Do you remember his dad's name?"

He pretends to think, tapping his chin with his pointer finger. "Mmm... Odin!"

"What about his mom's name?"

Before your son even has a chance to answer, a voice as loud and booming as the thunder outside interrupts.

"I think I am much more interested in the name of this handsome lad's mother."

You don't want to look up, embarrassment flooding your body. You know who it is. Everyone in the diner knows who it is. Your son especially knows who it is. He's up and trying to scramble over the top of the booth to get to Thor before you can so much as blink.

"Thor! Hi!" He's trying to climb up the god's torso, clinging each muscle like a squirrel shimmying up an oak tree.

If you were embarrassed before you're absolutely mortified now.

You grab your son's waist and yank him back down into the booth. He won't sit. He's too excited. The fight wouldn't even be worth it. You would lose and everyone would just look at you and shake their head as if one bad moment defines all of your parenting.

"Hey, no, we don't act like this when we're meeting new people." You do your best to calm your son but it's futile. You don't even think he remembers you exist. He only has eyes for Thor... who keeps sneaking glances at you.

Your eyes accidentally meet and Thor inclines his head to the opposite side of the booth. "May I sit..."

It takes you entirely too long to realize he's asking for your name. You manage to introduce yourself and your son with only slight stuttering. Thor smiles a bright, doting smile as he repeats your names.

"What brings such a lovely mother and her son to this diner?"

"Oh, well, we were supposed to be at the park, but then..." you gesture vaguely to the weather outside.

Thor grins sheepishly, the rain slacking off to a gentle patter. Clouds part just enough for a bit of sun to peek through. "My apologies."

Your son watches the weather in complete wonder, eyes darting from the window to Thor several times. He starts babbling excitedly to the god and Thor does his best to keep up. You have to interrupt their conversation here and there with toddler translations, but the attention he showers your son with is impressive. Even you struggle to be that doting and attentive at times.

Lunch passes in a charmed haze. Thor is so kind, and funny, and he's so good to your son. You were never one for celebrity crushes... but maybe this is one worth having.

Thor glances at your phone as it lights up with a text. "Is it really that late?"

"Huh? Oh." You look at the time. Shit. It is late. You've been here for far too long. "Oh no, we should be getting back home. Your dad will be upset if we're late."

You're so focused on cleaning up your son that you miss the way Thor's eyes darken. You can hear the thunder coming back though, and your head snaps up to look outside.

"This you, big guy?" You tease Thor playfully, expecting a smile back.

It comes.

Eventually.

"Not this time. This is all Mother Nature. Please, allow me to walk you to your car."

"Oh, we didn't drive. We walked. Our apartment isn't very far from here."

"Then allow me to escort you home."

Warning bells go off in your head. If your ex sees you with Thor...

"No, that's alright, thanks."

"Please-"

"I can't." You aren't trying to be rude by cutting him off, but the familiar fear is creeping in. "I'm sorry."

Thor appraises you and you can tell he knows something is off. "Then have my cell phone number. I would like you to have it in case you run into trouble."

That should be fine. It's just a number. Nothing else. "Okay. Yeah."

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Feeling very sad and pathetic today. I keep trying to write but the words won't come, my kids are needing extra love, and I can't seem to properly communicate with my husband for the life of me. Everything is coming out wrong

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The new theme is amaaaaazing!!!! Always a sucker for yellows/golds!!!

Thank you! I thought it was time for an update

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18+ predator/prey vibes with some name calling and degradation if you squint. Kinda cnc-ish? everything is consensual

It was your idea to do this. You’re the one who suggested it in some misguided attempt at… well, you’re really not sure. All you know is Bucky just looked so big and so strong earlier this week it made you feel insatiably horny.

“Come on out, sweetheart,” Bucky calls from the shadows of the training room. “You’re the one who wanted to play. Let’s play.”

You’re crouched down behind a stack of floor mats towards the back of the room, hands covering your mouth in the hope Bucky can’t hear you breathe. It’s ultimately useless. He can hear the thrum of the blood pumping in your veins, the quick and uneven beat of your heart. Hell, he can smell you even. Smell how wet and ready you are.

“I know you’re in here.” His voice comes out in a low growl. “Might as well make it easy on yourself and come out now. Maybe I’ll be nice and let you cum before I bend you over and take what I want.”

Part of you wants to peek over the mats and see exactly where Bucky is, but you can’t risk it. He’ll spot you in a second. Long before your eyes ever find him. So instead you track the heavy thunk of his combat boots as he walks around the room. You know he’s toying with you. And you can’t deny the way it sends a fresh wave of arousal through you.

Suddenly the sound of his footsteps are gone. The room falls eerily silent.

You’re about to sneak a look anyway, consequences be damned, when you see a flash of silver out of the corner of your eye. Bucky’s metal hand grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back. His lips ghost across your ear.

“Found you, sweetheart.”

There’s a hungry look in his eyes when you finally meet his gaze. The blue of his eyes is all but swallowed up by the black of his pupils.

“I’ll give it to you, though. You lasted longer than I thought you would.” Bucky trails his lips over the pulse point in your neck making you shiver. “But you should’ve taken advantage of when I said I would be nice. I’m not feeling all that generous anymore.”

You whimper, the sound echoing around the room. “B-Bucky…”

He shushes you gently as his flesh hand pulls up the hem of your shirt. His touch is searing hot against your skin. You can’t help but press further back against his chest while his fingers tease your nipples, pinching and rolling them in the most delicious way.

“Be a good girl and take my cock like you were made to. Okay, doll?” Bucky kisses your cheek, the role of predator temporarily slipping away.

You nod wordlessly but feel the urge to cry out when his hand disappears from your breasts. He smacks your ass before tugging your leggings and underwear down to your knees, his touch sending goosebumps all over your body.

“Bend over and touch your toes,” he commands harshly. His own breaths are coming in ragged pants. “Show me how pretty that pussy is.”

You follow his orders, almost moaning when you hear him groan at the sight of your glistening folds. You’re absolutely soaked and Bucky wants nothing more than to bury his face between your thighs. But he stops himself. That’s not what you asked for.

“Is this for me?” Bucky plunges two fingers inside you, cock twitching at the way you scream his name as you’re knocked off balance. He lets go of your hair so he can wrap an arm around your stomach to keep you in place.

“Mhmm…” you whine out the answer, practically drooling from the way his fingers touch every sensitive spot inside you.

Bucky laughs at your pathetic attempt to answer. “Haven’t even properly fucked you and you’ve gone stupid just from my fingers. Pathetic.”

And it is pathetic.

You’re completely aware of that.

But you’re also aware there’s nothing you can do to stop the way he makes you feel.

Especially right now.

The metallic sound of a zipper being undone fills the space between you and you hold your breath as the tip of Bucky’s cock sinks into your entrance. He growls before slamming in the rest of the way. Your body jerks against the intrusion and Bucky holds you impossibly closer, tighter, harder. His thrusts are sloppy- he’s been waiting for this all day after all. Waiting to track you down, hunt you like the prey you begged to be. So of course he takes his reward however he wants.

But he’s not a total monster.

No, he’ll let you cum around his cock before he fills you up real good.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re nice and tight like this.” Bucky’s chest heaves with the effort it takes not to cum but the way you whimper and moan while he fucks your pretty little pussy has his brain going fuzzy with need. “Should make you bend over and take it more often.”

“Oh, yes, please!” You clench around him, your own orgasm building with each of his thrusts. He’s just so big and stretches you just right. You want to turn around, watch the pretty expressions cross his face as he cums, but Bucky holds you in place.

“Ah, what a good little slut for me.” Bucky’s thrusts turn sloppy and his breathing grows ragged as he spills inside you, coating your walls with thick, white cum.

It’s not often the two of you cum at the same time, but you can’t help clenching around him, practically sobbing through the high of your orgasm. Your body goes limp, leaving Bucky to scoop you up in his arms.

“Was it everything you wanted, doll?”

You hum softly, eyes falling shut. “Could’ve gone harder.”

You fall asleep to the sound of his laugh in your ears.

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My son discovered the word toot a couple of months ago and we haven’t known peace since 😂

Sam would 100% do that and probably did it for his sister’s kids too. As any good uncle would lol

So, lovelies, a leprechaun left this for my kiddos this week (yes, I made up a leprechaun just for my kiddos who sneaks in and leaves them presents 😂), and @writing-for-marvel and I agree Sam would give a book like this to Bucky's kid.

What do we think?