#wanda x bucky

[aprilrudgate]

my winterwitch girlies let's rise

[olstansoul]

WINTERWITCH NATION WE ARE RAISING UP AGAIN!!!!

[deepinthelight]

Infinity War Wanda and Bucky

[morevicethanvirtue]

IT IS FINISHED.

Holy shit.

Wake Up: A WinterWitch fanfic

Wanda Maximoff barely survived her imprisonment on The Raft with the other Rogue Avengers, but living in the aftermath proves to be even more terrifying. On the run, Wanda tries to overcome her trauma with the help of her fellow Rogues, but it’s complicated. For starters, her powers keep pulling other people into her ptsd flashbacks, for some reason she feels safest with a deadly ex-assassin with a metal arm, and Hydra isn’t done with them yet.

When Hydra makes its move, it’s going to take more than the Rogues to defeat them and deal with the aftermath. Can the Avengers reconcile and come together to defeat Hydra and these new threats of prophecies, witches, and magic?

(art was AI generated and edited by me)

[thiscrimsonsoul]

"Happy New Year Wanda!" (from Bucky; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

"Happy New Year to you too, Bucky," she said, smiling at him. "Let's go forward with the idea that this year will be better than previous ones, for both of us... and maybe we can bring it into being with our positive thoughts. What do you say?"

[softly-potter]

Where Do Babies Come From?

Summary: Wanda & Bucky are more over their heads than they originally thought when finding out she’s pregnant. Lightly inspired by "Where Do Babies Come From" by Melanie Martinez

Pairing: Bucky X Wanda

Word Count: 2.5K

Warning: Smut

Find chapter two here: Two Months Out

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Chapter One: Two Months In

Bucky was always tired after missions, but it was different this time. It was a grieving, sticky type of tired, the kind of tired that slid under your skin and soaked into your bones. He couldn’t shake it the entire trip back no matter how hard he tried. It had been two entire weeks of chasing the same end goal, beating up the same bad guys, reopening the same wounds, and as the helicarrier landed, the only ache that truly plagued him was that he had been away from her for so long.

He wasn’t sure when that type of tiredness had started. He used to go weeks at a time on missions and never really needed to sleep until he met her. Red hair blazing just as much as her eyes, Wanda had come into his life like a red hurricane, changing it for the better, and that was even before they got together.

It felt like a string was connecting them at all times. No matter how far his missions took him, he always had something tugging him back to her. The moment the door to their room in the compound came into view, his heart didn’t feel so heavy, as if knowing that she was safely tucked away gave him strength.

The door creaked as he unlocked it and pushed it open, dumping his duffle by the stoop. He needed to fix the hinges, he kept forgetting, and Wanda was too kind to pester him about it. Closing the door quickly, he flicked the light on as he stretched his neck. His skin was practically coated in sweat and grim, but he couldn’t be bothered to care much, his only thoughts on her whereabouts.

“Wanda?” he called, removing the velcro straps. “Where are you?”

“I’m in the shower!” she yelled back, her voice sounding muffled.

He grinned as he entered their bedroom, passing the slightly opened cardboard boxes that littered the floor, and pushed open the bathroom door. The bathroom was slightly steamy, smelling of vanilla, the scent of home. He pulled at the armor quickly, the gear clanging as it hit the floor, then sliding the bathroom door open.

“Bucky!” Wanda shrieked, damp hair sticking to her neck as her hands flew up to cover her breasts. “I’m naked in here!”

“Well, I would hope so,” Bucky retorted, unable to hide the grin that pulls at his face. He reached for her, pulling her body against his chest before his arms wrapped around her wet waist, fingers playing across the skin. He nuzzled into her neck, taking a deep breath before pulling back and gripping her face lightly.

Her green eyes sparkled, crinkling at the corner as she smiled up at him. He lifted his metal hand to tilt her face up until his mouth was plush against hers. His heart instantly felt better, thriving off of the moments in which he could be with her.

“I missed you, doll,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her lips before moving to her cheek, hand dropping to her slightly swollen abdomen. “Missed you as well, little witch.”

“We missed you, too,” she hummed, scrapping her nails up into his scalp, pulling him to her.

His hand brushed over the skin of her stomach, relishing in the way her breath shook as he kissed her neck, teeth nipping lightly. They stood under the spray in a tight embrace. Bucky buried his head in her neck as she held him, the water washing away the muck and grime. Silently, Wanda began washing his hair, the clean strands running loosely through her fingers, Bucky humming at the feeling. He was used to being the caretaker, taking on the burden of others, but it was nice to have his girl pamper him at times. As she continued her movements, he placed a kiss to the crown of her head and she smiled. Soon, the water ran cold and the each toweled off, Wanda rinsing her hair out in the drain. Bucky wrapped the towel around his waist as he watched her move. She was practically glowing as their baby grew inside her.

“Your hair’s getting long,” he commented.

She nodded; it was nearly down to her ass, the strands thick and red. “That's all those prenatal vitamins you’re making me take,” she joked, wrapping the towel around her chest.

Bucky gave her a triumphant smile. “I knew they’d be important. Both Pepper and Sarah said vitamins are key during pregnancy,” he replied, reciting what the women had told him. “So good thing you’re taking them.”

Wanda waved away his reply. “Fine fine, you’re right.”

Bucky cocked an eyebrow, raising a hand to his ear. “What? Sorry I didn’t catch that. Did you say I’m right?”

Wanda scoffed, then let out a loud giggle as Bucky picked her up, hands gripping the underside of her thighs and exited the bathroom, depositing her softly on the mattress. Legs still wrapped around his waist, Wanda stared up at him happily as he hovered, hands on either side of her head. Leaning down, he captured her mouth.

“I missed you,” he murmured against her mouth.

“You've mentioned that, I think.”

He could feel the smile on her lips reflecting his own. “Doesn't make it not true.” He kissed her again, hungry this time, and her legs tightened around him. A wanting settled deep in his gut, similar to his exhaustion but a hundred times better. His tongue slipped in her mouth, and he moaned at the taste, the combination of her soap and the taste of her tongue was driving him dizzy.

“Buck,” she moaned, and his cock throbbed between his legs, the fire within him growing stronger. “Buck, please.”

“Gotta taste you, doll,” Bucky murmured across her skin, his lips trailing down her damn body, sucking on her neck and chest and tits, taking a pert nipple into his mouth.

“Mmmm,” she hummed, nails scratching his scalp lightly. “I like how you want me on your tongue.”

He traced his tongue over the outside of her breast, his free hand massaging the other as his thumb teased more hums from her. “Yeah?” he whispered, licking a strip on her ribs.

She nodded, her head falling back as Bucky sucked a mark on her hip bone. He mapped out the expanse of her skin, committing every mark and inch to memory, tenderly kissing the lower swollen part of her abdomen. When he got to her navel, his broad shoulders pushed her legs apart and he sank between them, nipping at her thighs, leaving tiny love marks. Groaning at the sight of her glistening lips, he pressed a kiss to them before burying himself between her thighs. His tongue darted through her folds, licking and sucking at the entrance as he tried to taste as much of her as he could.

Wanda let out a strangled cry, her hips bucking, and he slung an arm over them to keep her still. “Be a good girl and stay still, sweetheart. Gotta get my girl ready for me.”

“B-Buck,” she mumbled, fingers going into his hair. She was close, he could tell by the way her thighs shook around his head.

“I know, doll, I know,” he murmured, the vibrations of his voice against her skin too much and she bucked again, the pleasure coursing through her veins as she came. Bucky hummed with joy, as he loved being able to make her come undone by just his mouth, being able to taste her first hand. “How do you taste so sweet, darlin?” he moaned, giving her kitten licks as she came down from the high, whimpering and shaking from overstimulation.

“Need you, Buck,” she whined, her thighs still quivering, and she felt his hard length against her calf as he moved. Wasting no time, he crawled up her body, claiming her mouth as his, letting her taste herself. “Please. Please fuck me.”

“You're already pregnant,” he pointed out in bravado, and she rolled her eyes, reaching down to grasp him, thumb brushing over the head. He hiccuped at the sensation. Pressing his lips to hers, he gripped his cock at the base to line up with her entrance, moving slowly before bottoming out.

Wanda's head fell back, eyes fluttering, and Bucky thought he’d never seen anything so lovely.

He felt her walls squeeze him and he had to concentrate on not coming, the time away making him extraordinarily sensitive. He pressed his nose into her neck, breathing in her scent as he tried to calm himself. “Fuck. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Wanda looked up at him, her eyes glazed, and all he could do was smile. He was so much larger than her, and he loved feeling her frame pressed against him, heart beat thrumming healthily.

After pausing for a moment, Bucky slowly dragged himself out, shivering as her walls attempted to keep him inside. A part of him wanted to drop to basic instincts, to pound in her quickly and chance his own orgasm. But she was pregnant, and he had waited this long to have her under him again. He didn’t mind being a little more gentle.

Setting at a slow rhythm, Wanda became breathless, a moaning mess as his hands were firm on her hips, forehead pressed to hers, leaning down every so often to kiss her. She buried one hand in his hair and the other scraped down his back, and before long Bucky felt his body becoming ridged with his on coming orgasm.

Fingers gripping her hip tighter, Wanda tugged his hair, pulling him to her. “Come in me, Buck.” Her voice was small but had monumental consequences.

Bucky groaned as he jerked, finishing inside her, slotting his mouth over hers. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Fuck.”

Wanda laughed at his profanity, kissing him again. “No cursing like that around the baby.”

Bucky gave her an incredulous look. “It’s not my fault you’ve got heaven between your legs.”

She laughed again, shaking her head in mock disbelief as he tugs her to his chest, settling them. She smiled against his chest, kissing the skin gently, and Bucky placed a light kiss to her forehead before inhaling her scent once again.

[muffinwalloper]

[earnmysong]

Director’s cut: it's a sugar date (what if spring is late)

FRIEND. i must say, i doubted you'd read any of my ao3 library, so. seeing this came as a very pleasant surprise!

'it's a sugar date (what if spring is late)'! literally everythingggg my brain offers is self-indulgent, as should be the case, but. perhaps no one piece more so than this. well, maybe my other winterwitch foray.

usually, for me to write a pairing, i need to have a concrete basis to build from - most often, this means at the very least canonically shared physical space. with wanda maximoff and bucky barnes, this exists solely in a three-second shot at tony stark's funeral. which, i guess was all i needed.

i sat for three hours and made a vast list of holiday-themed winterwitch headcanons and, somehow, they turned themselves into a reasonably cohesive narrative.

WILL MY HEART EVER CEASE SHATTERING OVER THE CURRENT STATE OF WANDA'S AFFAIRS? NOPE. i shall continue residing in my wonderful, blissful bubble!

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[caffeinefafnir]

brushes and vectors by Cody Vondell and Obsidian Dawn

header made by me, do not repost

I've finally finished something, yaaaay (?)

I hope you enjoy it and give it love (comments and kudos)

There's more on the way, with their respective translations.

The least I can do

Canon divergency

Pairing: Winterwitch

TW: drowning, medical stuff, mention of hospitals and needles, cardiac condition

Angst and Fluff

Bucky stayed with the Avengers after the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier and now they work hand in hand in chasing down and dismantling HYDRA, until a mission goes awfuly wrong and they're forced to flee. Amidst a tense rescue in the seashore, fates will twist and more than one member of the team will be in grave danger

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[olstansoul]

IN MY WINTERWITCH FEELINGS

[deepinthelight]

Civil War Wanda and Bucky

[morevicethanvirtue]

Wake Up: A WinterWitch Story

Wanda Maximoff barely survived her imprisonment on The Raft with the other Rogue Avengers, but living in the aftermath proves to be even more terrifying. On the run, Wanda tries to overcome her trauma with the help of her fellow Rogues, but it’s complicated. For starters, her powers keep pulling other people into her ptsd flashbacks, for some reason she feels safest with a deadly ex-assassin with a metal arm, and Hydra isn’t done with them yet.

When Hydra makes its move, it’s going to take more than the Rogues to defeat them and deal with the aftermath. Can the Avengers reconcile and come together to defeat Hydra and these new threats of prophecies, witches, and magic?

- Chapter 22 Inspiration -

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42406668

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14130539/1/Wake-Up

[thiscrimsonsoul]

‘Because I love you!’ (Bucky; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

Wanda didn't know what to say to that. Maybe she'd been a little bit defensive when Bucky said he wanted to stick around and make sure she was okay, but she just didn't see what was in it for him. He had his own problems, serious ones, and she didn't want to make them worse. Because he didn't deserve that, and she liked him a lot. She... loved him too. And she'd learned over the years that the best way for her to love someone was to... not. Everyone she loved ended up dead.

"I'm... I'm not..." she stammered, not knowing how best to say this. "People always die around me... and... I don't want you to become one of them. I'm not sure it's worth it... for you... to um..." ...love me. "I'll only complicate your life and make it worse." It hurt to push him away, but she was doing it for his own good.