Thinking about beefy Bucky being domestic 😛😛

Buckle up folks, this is kinda long

Imagine feeling needy and sad when Bucky pays more attention to your very round, pregnant tummy instead of you. I mean he doesn't actually. You're his entire world and you come first no matter what but currently, you feel like the little super soldier you're carrying is getting much more love than you.

"How's my little plum" Bucky cooed, peppering kisses all over your tummy, snuggling against your skin after coming back from a mission. 2 weeks had never felt longer and you were craving your husband more than ever. As soon as you heard the rumble of the jet, you waddled from your room as best as you could, panting out of breath by the time you reached the living room.

Shrek (2001) dir. Andrew Adamson & Vicky Jenson

The Kingmaker's Daughter

Lucius Verus x reader

Lucius finds himself becoming emperor when all he wanted to do was liberate Rome into a free republic. Things get in the way and become more complicated when you get involved.

I intended this to be a two parter but I didnt feel like i want to lose the momentum so here's 6k words not proofread, we die like Macrinus. Also this is quite dialogue-driven, I'm still crawling back to writing after being gone for a year uwu

Warnings: Arranged marriage, drinking, cheating allegations, mild brat behavior from you, allusions to sex but not explicit, people (not Lucius) being an ass to you, childbirth, mention of rot, mention of an angry mob eating the rich, a sick child, ANGST WITH HAPPY ENDING

The sun is high over Rome. The imperial building gleams proudly as the gods grace another day for its citizens. Inside, Lucius Verus Aurelius finds himself among the senators all yelling over each other, some agreeing to his proposition of turning Rome into a republic, the other faction wanting to crown him as emperor and remain as an empire, mostly for personal gain.

Agrippa, your father and one of the senators, assumes the position of first consul as soon as the people of Rome cheer Lucius's name. You watch him from the window of the grand palace as he passionately urges the senate to remain as an empire while the former gladiator sits on his humble seat, quietly observing each one of them.

"Your majesty, if I may propose an offer..." Agrippa addresses the gladiator, effectively silencing the rest of the senate. He continues.

"We can agree to a republic..." a faction of the senate groans. "If you will become an emperor first, guide us on how it should be, in order to serve Rome and its people." The consul's eyes gleam with hope as the former gladiator considers this offer.

"A year or two. We may be old men but we can be taught..." He continues, jesting at his own expense. You wonder what he is planning. "After so, we'll send you off peacefully. Did you want a farm villa? We can give you that. We can bring peace not only to you but to all of Rome, once and for all."

This seems to appease the senate, waiting for Lucius' answer.

"One year. We will liberate the cities, reduce the tax, and focus our efforts on infrastructure, rather than the militia." The former gladiator declares. You watch him agree to your father's deal and hope he is smart enough to escape whatever your father was planning.

And hence the gladiator is crowned Emperor. His distaste for lavish parties and revelries dampen the celebration. You watched him in his robes, and the golden crown of laurels upon his head. He seemed uneasy.

For me, being hyperfixated on a piece of fiction is like an itch. I can scratch at it until I lose all track of time. Initially, the scratching provides a sense of thrill and comfort. Lots of it. But it's only a matter of time before the irritation and bleeding kicks in. Still, I go on scratching the itch until I can't do so anymore. Time flies. The wound eventually heals. The scars, however, remain forever and I am tremendously fond of them. Then, there are times when some scars begin to itch all over again and I just can't resist it.

"nobody likes a complainer" you say, like an idiot, as if thriving ecosystems of friendships aren't blossoming every day based solely on people vocally disliking the same things in similar ways

What’s that fic series where reader is an omega but she was kinda made by hydra like she was given omega stuff ig and they only did that so she will mate with the winter soldier. Well sam and Steve was wondering why bucky never got with anyone during his ruts and they researched it and found out about reader and went to the cafe where she works/own(can’t remember and some woman complaining about how reader ain’t a real omega and they see that Bucky has a kid( i think that’s how it goes)

It’s winters mate by @maggyme13

Give Me Shelter, For My Heart | Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader | One Shot? 3k

Things are missing around the Avengers' compound and a newly returned Bucky is acting weirder than normal...Steve and Sam go to investigate and discover more than they bargained for.

Warnings: 18+ for language and suggestion of Hydra violence/torture/experimentation, omegaverse themes including alpha & omega, suggestion of pregnancy/pups, wolf shifting Rated F for Fluff and G for good friends

Challenges & Prompts: @buckybarnesevents Alpha Bucky April with extra prompts - word count, nesting, purring, beta characters, (I'll let mods decide if this hits the breeding/baby fever prompt). And @fandom-free-bingo 'forehead kisses'

Graphic by me and Canva, dividers by @firefly-graphics & @reveriesources

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

“Hmm,” Steve looked around the supply room, surveying the gaps and empty shelves, normally well stocked with blankets and provisions. It was the third time this week he’d found himself at a loss, not just for words but his things too. Everything seemed to be going missing. 

First it was a few plates and mugs from the galley kitchen by his office, then it’d been the lunch he’d left for him and Bucky in the fridge. Last night he’d gone into Bucky’s room to make sure he was okay and found the man sleeping on a bare mattress, all the sheets, pillows and blankets were gone and the newly revived Bucky refused to explain what had happened to them or even acknowledge that there was anything wrong at all. He hadn’t even addressed that fact that the window was wide open and it looked as if he was sleeping in his shoes. 

Telemachus strode purposefully through the sprawling palace, the polished marble floors reflecting the flickering light of ornate paintings above. He kept his head held high, a surge of confidence swelling within him, largely inspired by the enchantment of his beloved nymph. His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened slightly. He took a moment to adjust his robes, ensuring they concealed the lingering evidence of his erection, before stepping into the grand hall.

As he entered, the sheer scale of the hall enveloped him. Towering columns reached toward the richly painted ceiling. Expansive arches framed breathtaking views of the glistening sea beyond, where the sunlight danced upon the waves like scattered jewels. At the far end of the hall sat the king on his ornate throne, an imposing figure carved from dark mahogany, adorned with gilded accents that gleamed with authority. The king's expression was one of impatience, his brow furrowed, as if he had been anticipating Telemachus’s arrival and was growing weary of waiting.

Telemachus walked across the throne room, stopping at a respectable distance to bow. “King Cesmen,”

"why can't they just be friends" not in the homophobic way but in the "their platonic relationship in the source material is far more dynamic and complex than the sanitized personalities they gain as a result of shipping" way

why is there so much smut on the platform? sometimes i just want to read some fluff or angsty fanfic to pass the time and all i find is a bunch of posts full of dicks and pussies everywhere. fuck, not everything is about fucking is okay

what do you mean reading fanfics on tumblr instead of sleeping isn’t healthy

Revisiting the festival - Part 1 of 6

Revisiting the festival - Part 2 of 6

By Blood and Empire

Lucius Verus x Reader

Summary: As the wife of Rome’s future Emperor, your pregnancy is seen as a political weapon, with nobles plotting to control your child before they are even born.

The whispers began the moment you showed the first signs of carrying Lucius’ child.

It was a secret you and your husband had kept for as long as possible, savouring those early months when only he knew when he alone could place his hand against your stomach.