She/Her || Black || 34 || NSFW 18+ || Writer || Avid Reader || Horror Movie Enthusiast || Still fighting the uphill battle to ignore the assholes of the world ~ my life in a nutshell.
AN: Whew! This one took a minute guys. I’m sorry for the delay, but I recently had a birthday and had a few weeks before and after of “omg, what the hell am I doing with my life???” But now, I’m in a slightly better place than what I was and the first thing I wanted to do was write!
This is the promised follow-up to Ari’s story from ‘i dream at night i can only see your face’. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you to @localbookshopfor allowing me to use the pretty girl in the top left corner and @nix-akimbo who is no longer on tumblr, but gave us this beautiful depiction of tattooed Ari.
Warnings: noncon touching, some swearing, and character death mention
Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorize y'alls neighborhood. And whosoever shall be found… Without the soul for getting down, Must stand and face the hounds of Hell… And rot inside a corpse’s shell.
The foulest stench is in the air, the funk of 40,000 years. And grizzly ghouls from every tomb… Are closing in to seal your doom. And, though, you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver,
For no mere mortal can resist the evil of…THE THRILLER. - Vincent Price
Credit to and edited by Mark & Chris Wournell (2008)
Darkness falls across the land, the midnight hour is close at hand. Creatures crawl in search of blood, to terrorize y'alls neighborhood. And whosoever shall be found… Without the soul for getting down, Must stand and face the hounds of Hell… And rot inside a corpse’s shell.
The foulest stench is in the air, the funk of 40,000 years. And grizzly ghouls from every tomb… Are closing in to seal your doom. And, though, you fight to stay alive, your body starts to shiver,
For no mere mortal can resist the evil of…THE THRILLER. - Vincent Price
Credit to and edited by Mark & Chris Wournell (2008)
Summary: You consider ending things with Bucky after seeing a girl come on to him, but it's not that easy, and you get a hard reminder about who he really wants in the clubhouse bathroom.
Pairing: Beefy biker!Bucky x reader
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected rough possessive sex, oral sex (f), fingering, brief exhibitionism/semi-public sex, mirror sex, jealous and angry reader, biker slang/culture, slightly toxic angsty vibes with a happy ending, a lot of swearing, pet names, beefy!bucky (he needs a warning).
Word Count: 1.6k
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summary: a mission gone wrong transfers wanda’s powers to you. now that you can read minds, you find out all sorts of things bucky has been keeping to himself.
words: 2k
a/n: another random fic no one asked for!
It happened so quickly, you didn’t have a chance to stop it.
The villain-of-the-week appeared beside you, grabbing your arm. You flinched, a hand immediately flying out to shove Wanda back and safely out of the way before you kicked this guy’s ass, but—
The second you hand touched her, you felt a wave of power ripple between you, and you hit the ground as everything went black.
—-
“How’s she doin’?”
“Same as yesterday.”
“Yeah? Shit. It’s been, what, a week? What if she—“
“Don’t say it.”
“… Jesus, I didn’t mean—“
“Man, if you’re going to be an ass, just get out of here.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean— she’s gonna be fine.”
“Yeah.”
There was silence for a really long time, your brain registering the voices as Bucky and Sam before it drifted off into sleep again. When you woke again, it was to Bucky’s voice, panicked and scared.
“What if she doesn’t wake up? Fuck, why wasn’t I there? I’m so useless, if I can’t protect her why am I even on the team? Why didn’t I tell her? I should have told her—“
“Buck?” you mumbled, eyes fluttering open as you searched him out. You expected to see him pacing the room, that angry look on his face he always got when he was putting himself down, anxiously running his hands through his hair maybe—
Instead, your eyes met soft slate-blue ones sitting by the side of your bed, a book in his left hand and his right one holding yours. His face was filled with relief for a moment, settling into one of ease.
“Thank fuck. You’re okay.”
You frowned, the light pouring in from the window hurting your head, giving you a headache. “Are you?”
Bucky tilted his head, watching you strangely. “Why are you asking me that? You’re the one that’s been out cold for week.”
