“ fuck sweetheart . ” those are probably the least offending words you ever heard him say . his fingers tightened on your hips , skirt caught up around the circumference of your waist and panties pulled on the side while his dick disappeared in your gummy walls . you could feel the fabric of his costume pants brush against your thighs at each of his thrusts. a few moans spilled from your lips and and you started to wonder how you'd ended up there .

ִ ࣪ ⋆ 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 & 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

their dynamic with eater!reader headcanons.

how would eater!reader fit in the universe of falcon and the winter soldier? what would be her dynamics with bucky and sam?

( +18 ) emotional hurt/comfort headcanons. fem!reader. psychological angst&dark character study. found family dynamics. implied cannibalism. self-loathing. mentions of violence and death. trauma and PTSD themes. panic attacks / emotional breakdowns. graphic intrusive thoughts. internalized shame. recovery themes.

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eater!reader would fit into the world of the falcon and the winter soldier in such a painfully natural way because the entire universe already revolves around people trying to survive what was done to them. people carrying monstrous things inside themselves and reader would be one more secret hidden under human skin.

the difference is that her monstrosity isn’t super-soldier serum or programming or alien power. it’s hunger. old, ugly, deeply human hunger.

sam and bucky would react to that in very different ways.

bucky notices something is wrong with you before sam does. not because sam is oblivious, but because bucky recognizes the look immediately. he knows what it’s like to carry violence in your body like it belongs there. he notices the way your eyes linger too long on injuries after missions, the way you avoid crowded rooms because too many heartbeats make your breathing uneven or the way your hands shake after going too long without eating, not weak but tense, like your body is actively fighting itself. he doesn’t say anything at first because bucky understands silence better than anyone.

sam, meanwhile, treats you normally from the beginning and somehow that almost makes it worse. he teases you during missions, sits too close to you, hands you snacks constantly without realizing how complicated food is for you. he thinks your distance is trust issues, maybe trauma, maybe just personality. he has no idea you’re terrified of yourself around him. because sam feels alive; warm blood, steady pulse, glowing skin, all bright and human and good in ways that make your hunger ache.

MEET… EATER!READER.

midwest girl, ohio raised. sunburnt cornfields. cicadas screaming at dusk. gravel crunching under tired tires. hunger humming low and steady beneath her ribs. metallic taste on her tongue. skin too aware of every brush of warmth. eyes that linger a second too long on pulse points. guilt like a rosary she holds in the dark. lonely men in neon-lit parking lots. soft voice, steady breathing, heart racing anyway. she doesn’t enjoy it—she survives it. quiet as snowfall, dangerous as drought. cries in gas station bathrooms and washes her hands twice.

faded levi's and long dresses. scuffed leather boots. smells like gasoline, ivory soap, and wild honeysuckle. cheap silver cross tucked beneath her shirt. porch-swing posture. drive-in movie glow on her cheekbones. summer night silhouette against endless fields. listens to old country on static radio stations. watches lightning split open the sky and feels understood. flirts soft but leaves fast. never unpacks her bag all the way. barefoot in tall grass. porch lights buzzing. moths hitting the screen door. leaves before the hunger gets loud and never stays long enough to be known.

eater!reader who grew up at the very edge of town, where the cornfields swallowed the road and the house paint peeled in long sunburnt strips. kids at school thought she was just quiet and teachers called her sweet. nobody noticed how she never ate at lunch.

eater!reader who tried to starve it out at first; skipped meals, chewed ice, bit the inside of her cheek until it bled just to focus on something else. she thought maybe if she denied herself enough, whatever lived inside her would shrink but it never did, it just waited.

eater!reader whose aesthetic looks soft but feels untouchable: thrifted cardigans, sun-faded denim, long lace dresses, boots worn thin at the heel, hair that smells like wind and gasoline, a silver cross under her collarbone, a silver ring she twists when the hunger starts creeping up.

eater!reader who loves deeply but carefully. she memorizes the shape of someone’s hands before she memorizes their face, she pays attention to the way they laugh, the way they sigh when they’re tired. she tries to store those details somewhere safe inside her, separate from the hunger.

eater!reader who grew up in a house where love felt fragile: her mother started double-locking doors after the first incident, and her father turned his eyes away from her. he never called her a monster but he looked at her like he didn’t know how to save her.

work for eater!reader . . . bones and all (dean & sam winchester) ♡ the memories (art donaldson) ♡ the dynamics (bucky barnes & sam wilson) ♡ little red thing (peter parker) ♡

request . . . open ﹏ best paired: characters in the tags.

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apologies for being MIA recently... i moved house a couple of weeks ago and whilst this has been an incredibly emotional/overwhelming experience for me, i'd hope to escape all that by writing but our wifi was delayed for over a week ! 💔💔

on top of that i got really busy with work and my brain was absolutely melted by the heatwave so... i got nothing :(

anyway, on a happier note, for the first time in my tumblr career i've actually completed a follower celebration !!!!! thank you to everyone who participated, i had a lot of fun :))

right now, i'm hoping to get a long jack abbot fic posted and out of the way before i debut my new the pitt au !!! i'm super excited about it and hopefully it'll allow me to post more frequently whilst still being really busy

this does unfortunately mean that everything else is delayed atm. hopefully, i'll have more time to publish longer blurbs that everyone's been waiting on... sorry!

Navigating homophobia has been one of the hardest parts of my life, affecting my mental health and being around people who only care when it affects them. The most important part is remembering who I am, identity is deeply sacred and forever will be. Knowing that many LGBTQIA+ individuals have to fight for a seat at their own family tables to this day.

you are loved and seen and i am so proud of you. you belong here, in this universe, just as much as everybody else. you deserve to be happy and to breathe and love and thrive and laugh and smile!

people can be awful and life can feel dark. it won't be forever. so fuck the people who tell you who you're "supposed to be" and go on to live limitlessly, believe in yourself wholeheartedly. you're beautiful, and special, and you belong everywhere.

and a big big hug to my other aromantics and asexuals, who sometimes face a lot of exclusion during this month, you belong in this space just as much as everyone else! so take up said space! you are not lacking anything, you are perfect entirely as you are !! ♡

growing up gay and autistic felt like constantly standing in the wrong room; never quite fitting in anywhere, too much for some people, not enough for others and for a long time, i thought belonging was something everyone else got except me because i couldn't (and still can't really) know who i was.

i spent years trying to figure out where i fit with my gender, who i was supposed to be as a person, and why it always seemed so much easier for everyone else. but with time, i learned that i was never meant to shrink myself just to make other people comfortable.

turns out there was never anything wrong with me, i just hadn't found my people yet.

and if you're reading this, whether you're proudly out, quietly questioning, or still in the closet, i want you to know that you are loved. you are important, you are worthy of taking up space exactly as you are and your journey doesn't have to look like anyone else's.

this month belongs to you, too. 🏳️‍🌈

ׄ   multifandom w. dark themes. ️️️️️️️️️️️️ ️️️️ not suitable for minors

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