#lunasfist

[scouscr]

happy birthday scruffy con man

"Tahs. If you have time to spare, why not stay for a while, 'ave a pint? The barman's quite obliging tonight." Insomuch as, rather miraculously, he's forgotten that a bar tab should both have a limit, and be paid by the sorry sod stupid enough to run up a bill he could never possibly afford. "Could do with th' company, is all."

[werewolfbynite]

❝ so we should avoid silver then ? ❞ ( he says teasingly whilst wearing silver everything )

an old meme || ACCEPTING

jack's exasperation was naked on his face, in his voice, and in his hands. just being close to all of those silver crescent darts, silver batons, silver trim, was enough to make his ears ring even as his human self. that wasn't to mention who wore them, a man that drove his other half absolutely feral. even now, on a new moon night, his other half at its weakest, he could feel that scratching against some deep recess of his mind. a little voice, beastly and cruel, rattled against its cage. killkillkillDIEDIEDIE. "what is this, spector? you come here, to me, wearing all this shit? what do you want? a rematch?" jack russell, the man, did not hate moon knight. not necessarily. if he was in the committee, he'd want him dead too. it was fair. a lack of hatred was not to be confused with any kind of affection. certainly not a jokey camaraderie. "there's a little voice in my head screaming at me to be let out and rip you in half. take some of that off so it shuts the hell up."

[nockeddown]

@lunasfist  ➲  ❝  i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words .  ❞

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 . to his credit , the words don't make the short trip from his brain to his mouth ‒ he might not have much patience , but he can scrape together a little bit of 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙮 when the situation calls for it .

so , he sits in silence . perched on the countertop while his house guest hunts for 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 to say what he needs to say .

so what if his fingertips drum out a little melody to stop his brain from spinning out in the quiet ? 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 , 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 ?

[billyandhismultiples]

"It’s just rain." 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 || (always accepting) || @lunasfist

"Yeah, well, it's pissin' me off, moon man."

The duplicator rubbed at the lens of the shades framing his face currently being drenched by the torrential downpour. He didn't even know why he bothered, since they were immediately streaked with wet again following the swipe of a gloved hand.

"Ya dunno the struggle. Ya ain't got these as parta' ya getup. Just that fancy lil' cloak n' the full face mask." Fingers jutted out and wiggled towards the other man as Billy mentioned his attire.

"Shoulda gotten ones that were fully water resistant 'r somethin'. Write that down for the upgrade." The clone next to him threw out as he sat on the hood of a random car that lined the city street they were all on.

"I could never have that full-on face mask coverin' the mug up. Feel like I wouldn't be able ta breathe in that thang. Don't it feel weird all up on ya mouth n' such? Aintchu basically gettin' a lil' waterboarded with this rain?" Back to the original, who leaned in slightly and gave the other an exaggerated once over.

[nockeddown]

@lunasfist  ➲  when's the last time you slept ?

❝  do naps count ?  ❞  he gets a feeling before the words leave his mouth that they don't , but you can't blame a guy for trying . he doesn't wear his 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 as a badge of honor anymore , but he wears the 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 like a favorite pair of shoes .

he knows its not a thing to be proud of , to go without sleep ; that kind of 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙩𝙝 has to count for something .

the half - full mug of coffee ( or 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 - 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘆 , depending on your psychological bent ) scrapes lightly over the counter as clint swirls the contents . trying to look busy . trying to look contrite .

trying to look anything besides as knock down , drag out exhausted as he feels .  ❝  probably too much to ask to get the 𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙧𝙠 to coordinate their schedules to give us poor do - gooders a night off , huh ?  ❞

[owinterer]

@lunasfist has decided to become a target – ! || SUGAR & SPICE.

❝ I’m going to fuck you until your legs shake. ❞ :))

Intimacy was something that Bucky always stayed far from unless he knew that the person he was with would treat him just right. With everything that had happened to him, he stayed far from casual hook-ups, stayed even further away from one night stands - though the latter could still happen depending - and simply preferred, most of the time, to just be alone. But he hadn't expected over time that he'd enjoy Marc's company so much, either. There was something about the other, something that the soldier wasn't even sure he could put his finger on what it was but in the moment he couldn't care about it.

Sure, Marc wasn't just Marc - sometimes he was Steven, sometimes he was Jake, but that didn't bother Bucky at all. Then there was Khonshu, ever watching, but the Egyptian god of the moon didn't matter either to the Winter Soldier. Gods in general didn't matter to him, but that was a long story for another day.

There was attraction, that was for sure, and not only that, it seemed mutual, too, considering how it had went from just hanging out from times to times, to ending up in bed with the other - it wasn't something that Bucky would allow to happen easily, his own agency when it comes to wanting things was incredibly important to him and he would push away if that boundary was ever crossed. And he made sure that Marc was well aware of it, too.

So when those words reached his ears as Marc slowed down on a particularly deep thrust, Bucky groaned, eyes squinting over as his breath was heavy as it left his mouth. Teasing as always, not that he minded that, but he did mind how torturous that almost a pause in the rhythm was. A fang barely dug against his lower lip as he slightly shifted, legs that were hooked around Marc's waist tightening their hold as the soldier pressed a heel against his lower back with a soft sound escaping his throat.

"Yeah?" He breathed out, brown eyes giving a challenging gaze as they looked up. "You think that'll stop me from doing anything after?" Those words were added as fingers clawed against the mattress, shortly followed by a small chuckle.

“Come on, Marc, you know that won't do it.. Fuckin' me until my legs shake? Psh. You should fuck me until I'm unable to walk.” That challenging look soon was paired with a smirk, flashing pointed canines in a taunt. That was just an invitation for even more trouble, but Bucky was no stranger to that, really. Plus, it'd give him an excuse, should he need it, too, but he knew well enough that the other man would pick up on that quite easily.

Such was the life of someone that was needed at the worst times possible.

“Or are you going to back out of that, huh?” 

[poind3x]

the moon haunts those tiddies 👅👅👅

do marc, steven, and jake won’t him

[owinterer]

@lunasfist has decided to become a target – ! || random dialogue. Always accepting!

❛  here, you look like you need this more than me right now.  ❜

Funny, how out of all people to actually find him, it was Marc.

Never had he thought that someone would see him after he ate shit after fighting someone that could easily overpower him, but there he was, sitting there, jaw and arm broken, shoulder probably dislocated, domino mask held firmly in his left hand. Moon Knight's words made the soldier blink, before he gazed up, face somewhat void of any emotion before he sighed. Yeah, he must look like shit, didn't he? Brows were furrowed as he waved his left hand, dismissing the offer.

" 's fine, I'll live." He half mumbled, leaning back against the brick wall before brown eyes looked once more toward the other. A miracle that he could still talk despite a broken jaw - his regenerative abilities sure were working over time for that, he was no Wolverine after all. 

“What I need right now is a beer, maybe. Fuck.” He winced, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as a pang of pain ran through him. Okay, maybe he should actually drag himself somewhere where he could at least get his shit sorted. He shifted, leaning away from white clothed man as he tried to get back up on his feet - which, it was obvious that he was struggling to do but he wasn't one to whine about and give up. He would eventually get up, pressing his back once more against the wall as he glanced down toward his right arm for just a moment, before he raised his metal hand up, placing his mask back upon his face. Yeah, it'll help, maybe, maybe not, he didn't fucking know anymore, he just didn't want to be stuck on this shitty street anymore.

Metal digits would reach over to his right arm, holding onto it gently as he turned to face the other once more.

“It's not as bad as it looks, okay, I just got choke-slammed by a giant motherfucker, nothing new.” Was he mad about it? Yes, a hundred percent. Did he actually deserve it? Also a hundred percent. James should've known better than stick his nose in business that had nothing to do with him but at least he didn't really walk empty handed, that was what was truly important.

“Just.. don't give me some kind of speech about it or whatever, I don't need it right now.”