I'm Purposely Snoozing My Alarm To Read This. So What If I'm Late.

I don't think I've ever read something so real, so angsty and so beautiful at the same time. I know it's quite literally fanfiction, but I think everyone can learn something from this story; no matter how hard life gets, never give up. There will always be someone there to love and support you every step of the way.

As It Was III: True

Summary:  The last chapter of As It Was, told from your perspective.   

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N:  Thank you for all your support! This is, so far, my favorite (mini) series I’ve ever written. I’m so glad to have done it. I hope you liked it as much as I did!! 5.2k word count. Angst. Healing. A lot of Bucky love. 

You haven’t always been soft.

It used to be hard and fast, scorched and salted earth, with your troublesome heart throwing you headfirst into every fight. In the past, your recklessness was a running joke with the team after they lost you in Alaska and upon the third hour of searching, Steve and Bucky came upon a burning semi with you standing nearby, shuddering in the polar night.

They had rushed forward, grabbed the back of your suit and tore you from the truck before it could explode. In-between clipped and frozen breaths, you screamed, It’s dark as shit! And cold! I had to set that thing on fire! You found me, didn’t you?!

Did you have to? Bucky rolled his eyes as the vehicle burst apart, blazing shrapnel whizzing through the black, or did you want to?

Steve snickered, pulled you in for a sloppy kiss. Baby, you’re a mess.

It used to be a bruising kind of love, raw and open, and all for Steve. He saw and knew every facet of you from every angle, even the ones you hid away. You let him dig inside of your rib cage, wrap himself around your heart, and sleep in your blood until you couldn’t untangle which part was you and which part was him.

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Bucky is so cute wtf.

win you over | bucky barnes

bucky x fem!reader

warnings: adult content minors dni (mxf intercourse, dirty talk, bathroom sex??) swearing, mentions of death, guns, slight mention of ptsd

a/n: special shout-out to @everybirdfellsilent // @kyberblade bc as always u hype me up and now i’m posting this. HOPE U ALL LIKE IT!!

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“Bucky? You nearly ready?” He hears your voice outside his door, and nearly trips over with how fast he moves to let you in. When he swings it open, your eyes take their time, travelling his suited figure up and down. “Damn. You clean up nice.”

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” He manages, seeing the thin material shaping every curve of your body. “Good thing I can throw a punch. Might be beating off more than Hydra agents with you in that dress.”

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Need a man like him

It doesn’t really look like it, but Toji Fushiguro is extremely clingy.

Say you get home from work, that man is actively seeking for you as soon as he hears the front door shut, giving you a bear hug and many kisses that you just can’t refuse.

Toji refuses to go to sleep if he isn’t touching at least some part of your body (hand, breasts, ass, etc.). He’d go as far as to lay his heavy body directly on top of you.

Best believe you aren’t getting up until he’s up, which could take almost half the day (that man is a sleeper, nothing can change my mind). Try wiggling out of his grasp, he’ll just hold on to you tighter, no problem.

Even if you (somehow) get out of his grasp, Toji would just get up and follow you like a lost puppy, mumbling in a low tone, “Ma, come back t’bed..” “Jus’ five more minutes, baby..” “I know y’r still tired doll, jus’ come on..”

Going outside with Toji would require handholding or him grabbing your ass waist to show everyone that you’re his.

He’ll have you sat on his lap whenever you two are watching a movie or show together. Either that or you two are cuddled up and he’s filling your face with kisses.

No matter how much you claim to be “annoyed” with his clinginess, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Could you guys tell I like toji… 👉🏽👈🏽

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Creds to @cafekitsune for the divider!!!

Scarlet Witch!reader?? Yes.

Empty Home || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: after the loss of your husband, you come home for the first time since his death and memories flood back from your relationship. loosing yourself in your grief, you lose control.

a/n: based on that scene from wandavision- you’ll know the one. bucky and sam were never snapped. replies and reblogs are super appreciated!

word count: 3.7k

warnings: bucky died, difficulties dealing with loss, grief, just really sad, angst, mentions of blood, choking

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You felt numb as you twisted the brass knob on your front door. Although the door was no heavier than it had always been, it took every ounce of strength within you just to get it open and once you did, it took even more just to step inside.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bucky asked, grabbing your hand in his and pulling you back towards him.

You laughed as you collided with his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck as you stared up at his smiling face.

“Inside our house,” You said. “to take off these disgusting clothes and relax.”

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au where suguru doesn't defect but brings home nanako and mimiko one night after a wild mission, wanting nothing more than to make sure the small girls are fed, hydrated, and cozy in a warm bed after what they have faced. he arrives and stops in his tracks when he sees satoru, who just brought home little tsumiki and megumi, and you with tiny yuuta, who has been anxiously hiding behind you ever since you brought him home. you and your boyfriends just stare at each other, all thinking the same thing.

"wow," you say first to break the tension-filled silence, then start laughing. behind you, yuuta relaxes a bit, his shoulders slumping in what you're certain is relief. it's gonna be alright now. i'll be okay.

suguru shrugs with a sheepish smile. "well then." next to him, nanako and mimiko also smile. exhausted, but soft and genuine. no more danger. we're safe here.

"okay!" satoru grins as he claps his hands together. "we'll make things work for now, but it looks like we're going to need a bigger house, yeah?" one of his hands pats tsumiki's shoulder, and the other ruffles megumi's spiky hair. both of them exhale, allowing the tension to leave their bodies. he's a bit crazy, but he won't let anything happen to us. things are finally looking up.

three became eight that night. it's busy and chaotic most days, but you, satoru, and suguru wouldn't change a single thing.

Thinking of nightly, intimate moments with Toji...

You're freshly showered, donning just some shorts and a bra to beat the unbearable heat. As you're brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in the mirror, you see Toji coming up behind you.

"Hey, you almost done in here?" He asks, looking at you through the mirror. You can feel his bare chest against your back, his forearms coming up to circle around your waist.

"Mhm," you hum, muffled by your toothbrush and the foam that fills your mouth.

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"Y'know I can't sleep without you, doll," he murmurs into your neck, pressing a kiss to it and trailing his lips down your shoulder. He rubs your stomach, the gesture eliciting goosebumps on your skin as his hands move higher and higher up your torso. He feels up your breasts through the cups of your bra, squeezing them in his enormous hands. His right hand goes higher up until it reaches your shoulder, his fingers hooking around the strap of your bra and dragging it down, enough to expose the skin beneath it. He kisses it, allowing his hand to roam towards your chest again, this time dipping into the right cup of your bra. You almost spit out the toothpaste in your mouth when his fingertips start brushing your nipple.

"You like when I feel you up like this?" He asks, voice low against your shoulder. He can tell you do from the abrupt pauses you make while brushing your teeth and the sighs you let out through your nose. You nod silently, looking at his dark gaze and the sly smirk playing on his lips through the mirror. "Good, 'cause I like touching you."

He places a couple more kisses onto your shoulder and your neck before dragging his hand out of your bra and pulling the thin strap back up your shoulder. "Come to bed," he murmurs into your ear, pressing one last kiss to your temple before releasing you and heading back to the room.

May this love find me

(minors / ageless / blank blogs dni) ok but do you know how quick sukuna would fold in an argument if he ever made you cry?

we know he can get there. we know he can be difficult to communicate. but picture this:

he barks another reply, his responses always so sharp. the frustration gets you riled up and you can’t help but sniffle, can’t help but let the welling tears finally fall. you turn your back to him, your shoulders slump and miss the moment where the realization strikes him, where all the irritation and anger inside him evaporates.

“you…you can be such an ass…” you murmur, choking out a sob as you wipe your tears.

you don’t want him to see you.

two arms are around your waist then, “I’m sorry,” he huffs, “fuck, angel, I’m sorry, please don’t cry…”

and you turn to his embrace, because you love him. because his apologies are incredibly sincere towards you, and you alone. his voice is suddenly so gentle, his words chosen ever carefully.

yes, he can be vicious and rabid - but not towards you. never towards you. the guilt eats him up alive.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, keeping you firmly against him. his chin resting atop your head, one hand massaging the back of your neck.

people say he’s incapable of this, but his love towards you is immeasurable regardless of their opinion. they don’t understand and they never will. but in a moment like this he will always hold himself accountable, reminding himself never to cross this particular line with you.

you should never taste his cruelty, no matter how natural it exists within him.

so, when he cups your cheek in his palm, his eyes drooping in regret, you know that he recognizes his mistake. his thumb wipes away the tears, his lips pressing to the apple of your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, “I lost my temper”

you squeeze your hand around the fabric of his clothing, another shaky breath leaving you. but when you gaze up at him from underneath your lashes, you know you’ve already forgiven him.

he rests his forehead against yours, another kiss follows but it’s a peck to your lips.

“you need to work on that,” you pout, your hands reaching for his jaw and he melts between your fingers like butter.

“I’m trying,” he exhales, mostly disappointed in himself. “I’m trying…”

Venom isn't scary at all. He's just a bus fluff gooey slime ball that needs attention

So, I’ve found myself in a wormhole of Venom smut lately… using Morsel as a term of endearment is DOING THINGS to me. 🥴😵‍💫

Giggling bucky got ME blushing too... Damn.

Baby

MASTERLIST

Characters: Bucky x reader

Summary: After you spend the night at Bucky’s for the first time, you drop a nickname that turns the ex Winter Soldier into a blushing and stuttering mess.

Warnings: Fluff to a shameless extent, blushy!bucky, implied smut but nothing major

Words: 904 (short but sweet bc writers block is a biotch)

A/N: I’m getting a toothache from all of the sweetness. I’ve always pictured Bucky using petnames so often with his SO that when they call him one back he gets all cute and shy about it because he’s not used to it.

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If gumi wants uppies, he'll get his uppies 😤🖐

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲

Toji Fushiguro

Summary: Megumi is insanely jealous of the new addition to the household.

Warnings: Fluff, Jealous!Megumi

*Didn't have anything bigger for Toji for father's day but I had to celebrate it one way or another sfjosjf. Enjoy my lovelies!

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“Papa, up!” Megumi yells, hoping to get his father’s attention when he sees Toji holding the new addition to the family. Megumi has reached the age where he claims to be independent, after all, four is such a big age. He’d cry if you or Toji held him, but he’s changed his mind.

“Your baby sister is crying, give me a minute.” Toji sounds annoyed, knowing that Megumi does it out of jealousy. Jealous of a baby that can’t even hold her own head, kids are so dumb. Megumi lets out a cry before yelling again,

“Papa, up!” He wants attention now. He doesn’t want to wait until Toji is done with some stinky baby. Toji lets out an exasperated sigh as tears begin to stream down Megumi’s face– Crocodile tears, but tears nonetheless. He extends his arms and opens and closes his tiny fists repeatedly, yelling, “Up!”

“Megumi, you don’t want to wake up mommy, do you?” Toji asks, trying his best to calm down the crying baby in his arms while also handling Megumi. Toji goes unheard as Megumi begins to cry his little heart out. 

Toji takes a deep breath, trying to remain collected in this situation. Megumi is only four and getting adjusted to the presence of his little sister. Toji decides that it’s best to walk away, going to the kitchen to get the baby’s bottle and deal with her first since Megumi’s issue isn’t easily resolved. 

“Papa!” Megumi yells, following around Toji as he gets a bottle in the baby’s mouth. 

“Megumi, wait for me in the living room.” Toji says, but Megumi isn’t listening. Daddy isn’t like mommy, whatever mommy says goes but when Toji speaks he goes ignored; Toji’s is far scarier and intimidating than you are, he doesn’t understand why Megumi doesn’t take him seriously. “Megumi, go away!”

“I’m running away!” Megumi stomps his little feet before finally leaving Toji to deal with the baby. Toji breathes in relief, his pesky little bug finally giving him a moment alone. He’s able to go to the living room and sit down comfortably as he finishes feeding his daughter. 

“He’ll come around, princess. He hasn’t witnessed just how cute you are.” Toji coos, as if the baby can understand or care. She finishes her bottle, and Toji burps her before setting her down in her crib. He usually chooses to hold her whenever he can, but right now he has bigger fish to fry.

Toji walks into Megumi’s room, watching how his son tries to fit his most valuable toys into a backpack. Toji is trying his best to not chuckle, knowing that Megumi is deeply hurt. Toji takes a seat on Megumi’s tiny bed, clearing his throat before asking, “Need help packing?”

“You hate me!” Megumi cries, and Toji rolls his eyes. Was he that dramatic when he was Megumi’s age? “Mommy and you don’t love me anymore.”

“Oh c’mon, why do you say that, urchin?” Toji tries to see the little guy’s point of view before attempting to comfort him. The last thing Toji needs is attempting to explain to you why Megumi is packing up all his toys– You leave him alone with the kids for a two hour nap and Megumi’s already moving out. 

“You only care for the new baby.” Megumi angrily muffles, and Toji could’ve guessed as much. 

“C’mere, baby. Let me carry you now.” Toji opens his arms for Megumi, and Megumi glares at his father. He wipes away his tears before deciding that he does want to be carried by his father, after all, the tantrum is simply because of this. Toji picks him up, setting him down on his lap before kissing his forehead. “Is this why you’ve been so sensitive? Because of the new baby?”

“Yeah…” Megumi pouts, and it takes everything in Toji to not laugh.

“I will tell you something but don’t tell mommy, okay?” Toji begins, almost whispering to Megumi. Megumi’s eyes perk up, and Toji is fighting back a smirk. “We… Don’t like the new baby that much. I mean, we just met her. But you, urchin? You’re our favorite.”

“Really?” Megumi’s voice is full of hope, and Toji prays that this means Megumi will stop being so jealous about his baby sister. Toji doesn’t hesitate before nodding. It reminds Megumi that he doesn’t like being held anymore, which makes him get off Toji’s lap.

“Will you behave around her, now?” Toji asks, and Megumi takes a moment to think about it.

“Can we sell her?” Megumi responds, which makes Toji’s jaw drop. Did his cute little urchin seriously just say that?

“Okay, new rule: you’re not allowed near her room.” Toji stands up from the tiny bed, his knees cracking. He leans down and kisses the top of Megumi’s head, “Now unpack all of your toys before mommy wakes up.”