#werewolf!bucky barnes x black!reader

[harryspet]

raised by wolves | b.barnes & y.belova

[Warnings] dark!alpha!bucky x reader, grey!yelena x reader, bucky x reader x yelena, bucky barnes x yelena belova, werewolf au, a/b/o dynamics, beta!reader, wilson!reader, stalking, forced mating/marking, noncon/dubcon, raunchy threesome ahead, polyamory, oral sex (female recieving), dominant/submissive, unprotected sex, hints at breeding, forced orgasms, kidnapping (pretty much), bucky is a dumb alpha, yelena is a good teacher 

A/N: My inspiration for this is basically seeking sister wife meets GoT dany/drogo lol

In which Bucky and Yelena find the mate of their dreams. 

word count: 8k 

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“Sam, you really didn’t have to do this.”

You had rolled your eyes so hard when you saw him pull into the dirt road you called your driveway. He lugged brown paper bags full of groceries into your home despite the fact that you had already budgeted and created a list for what you were going to get on your next trip. Your vegetable plants were already sprouting and that was going to save you even more money. 

“Your idea of a full and satisfying meal is totally different from mine. Mama always made us three meals a day, and snacks, to keep us healthy, and your little vegetable diet is not going to keep you strong.”

“So you think I’m getting weaker?” You followed your older brother into your own kitchen and he began to pile all of the food into your mostly empty cabinets. Your kitchen was built into a small, half square shape with old oak cabinets and an even older, green refrigerator, “Sam, I will continue to run circles around you until we’re old and decrepit.” 

“Hey, I’ll admit you’ve beaten me a few times but you ain't never ran circles around me. Besides that, I know for a fact you couldn’t beat me right now. When is the last time you’ve even shifted? How much do you even exercise when you’re spending all your time reading, going to work, and playing in your little garden?”

Your lips parted in shock, “I shift every week … at least! And I do exercise! I’ve got miles and miles of forest surrounding me, plenty of room to exercise and you know what’s even better about that? I don’t have to wake up to your yapping and I don’t have to fall asleep anywhere near your smelly butt.”

Sam simply smiled and you realized he was getting a kick out of riling you up. You and Sam were always close and it was dumb of you to assume that the he’d be able to give you more space even after moving so far away. He’d traveled five hours just to come and see you. 

“And your sparring skills? You don’t have anyone to practice with.”

“Sam, I’m fine,” His face fell a little and you wondered where his usual light-hearted spirit had gone, “You came up here for a different reason, right?”

He went quiet, piling frozen meat into your small freezer, “Sam?” You pried again, approaching him with your arms crossed, “What’s up?” 

“Bucky escaped. When he got caught by those hunters, we thought they would kill him. Turns out, they’ve just been poking and prodding at him for years.”

“He . . .” The news jarred you and suddenly Sam’s visit made even more sense, “But he doesn’t have a pack.”

“You think Bucky Barnes needs a pack to be strong,” It was sarcastic and you knew Sam was only being blunt because he was serious. And probably scared too, “And we didn’t get news about his escape until this week. He’s been out for months. Plenty of time to form allegiances.”

“But he doesn’t … he doesn’t know where I-”

“Y/N,” He warned, a hint of his alpha tone threatening to escape his mouth, “Me coming here was a risk, I know that, but you staying is even more of a risk.”

Barnes killed his father for a title that was meant to be honorably passed down to him. When his own mother resisted his rule, he killed her too. He expected everyone to bow down to him but most of his pack sought refuge in places like our pack, The Red Wing Pack. 

“And bring chaos back to Red Wing?” You shook your head, “It’s not worth it.”

Sam sighed, and you sensed that he was expecting your answer. He wouldn’t have brought all these groceries if he’d expected you to leave with him.

“He killed every hunter and scientist in the building where they were keeping him. I got word from the Sokovian pack after they cleaned everything up, burned the whole place down. He’s bloodthirsty, little sister. He’s going to want land, he’s going to want power, and he’s going to want mates. Dad had no idea what Bucky would turn out to be when he promised you to him. He also didn’t know you’d present as a Beta.”

Everything about the pack system was archaic. That was the whole reason why you moved far away from your entire family. Bucky Barnes’s father saved your own father’s life years before you were even born. He saved your entire pack and he promised his first born daughter to the first born son of his new ally. The union would create one of the strongest pack allyships on the continent. 

“And no one would ever concede their power to him, let alone marry him!”

“Alpha Romanov has allied with him, she helped him kill Alpha Barton.”

You froze, “Clint is dead? That doesn’t make any sense. Why would Natasha have him killed?”

“She believes in Bucky. That he’s going to come out on top during all of this. That outweighed her loyalty. That’s why you’re just my first stop on my road trip. I’m meeting with lots of packs. We’re gonna need a strong force to combat this and we have to be prepared for anything-”

“Including war?” 

Sam nodded, “Including war.”

“Sam, you know I don’t want any part of that. It’s enough that Dad basically sold me like his most prized horse. I don’t want or need a pack. I want to be … normal.” 

Sam’s face was sullen, “You’ll call me every few days? It’s hard knowing you’re alone out here. And if I don’t hear from you, you know I’ll-”

“Send the whole pack for me? I know,” You sighed. You felt a bit suffocated by the news you’d received. Bucky Barnes was a real reason to panic but you’d already made yourself less of a target and Sam would never reveal where you lived. Besides that, you had no reason to believe that Bucky would come after you. You’d never met him, by the time you were born, he’d already established himself as the troubled son who’d run away from his pack, leading a group of rogues and causing catastrophe in his path. Your Dad passed away when you were still a toddler, and even if he was alive, he’d never allow Bucky near you, “Thank you for the groceries, Sam.”

Sam clapped his hands together, “You’re welcome. I guess that’s my cue to get out of your hair.”

“I’ll call whenever I can.”

Sam pulled you into a hug, leaving a comforting kiss on your forehead. 

Three weeks passed and you’d spoken to Sam at least four times. Every conversation was similar with Sam updating you on his progress, how many packs he’d spoken to, and how many agreed to fight against Bucky if the time came. That if was slowly turning to when. With each pack, Sam was also learning more rumors about Bucky. He’d taken Yelena, Alpha Romanov’s sister as a mate, a symbol for his alliance with the Black Widow pack. He’d also gained alliances with at least two smaller packs by challenging the Alphas and winning their packs through killing them. 

The conversations were turning more gruesome and you began to call Sam less and less. It wasn’t that you weren’t about your big brother but you knew he could take care of himself. Besides that, the more you think about home, the more you were distracted during your new life. There was a small town twenty minutes from your cottage, there were only about ten shops in the downtown area, and you’d manage to get a job at Wagging Pet Grooming. Your boss noted your incredibly unique energy that seemed to calm down any scared dog. 

A blonde woman entered the shop and you greeted her with a smile, expecting a dog to be in tow. You could tell she was shorter from just standing on the other side of the counter from her. She didn’t even have a purse, you noted, her hands in the back pocket of her jeans, “Hi, can I help you with something?”

The fact that you didn’t recognize her as one of the usual customers set off a small alarm in your mind. 

“Hi,” There was a layer of sweat on her forehead and she sounded as if she was out of breath, “I’m sorry to bother you. I’m not from around here, I was just stopping in my car for a second, and it totally pooped out. You wouldn’t happen to be able to jump me, would you?”

Her accent alone was a good indication that she wasn’t from here. You rounded the front counter, “Where’s your car?”

“In front of the hardware store across the street,” She pointed out the glass window.

“Uhm, let me close up the store, and I’ll bring my car around front.”

“Oh, thank you so much …” Her eyes met with your nametag, “Kelly, you’re saving my life.”

It was easier and safer for you to have a new name as well as a completely made up background. 

You did as you said. Bringing your dinged up jeep to the other side of the street where she was waiting. You had your own jumper cables and learning how to use them was one of the first things you learned when you went out on your own. 

You attached the cables the way you remembered, “Okay, I’m gonna turn my car on and then you try to start yours.” Her car was quite nicer than yours, a practically brand new crossover. 

It only takes two tries for her car to turn on. 

When you moved to detach the cables, she got out the car to hug you, “Oh my god, Kelly, you’re amazing,” It catches you off guard and you mostly go stiff though her hugging abilities are quite impressive, “Sorry, I should buy you lunch. Can I buy you lunch?”

You instantly shook your head, “No but thank you. I packed mine. And uhm, you should get driving anyways. You wanna keep the car running for a while.” 

“Oh,” She smiled brightly at you, “Well, I won’t bother you any longer. It was nice to meet you, Kelly. Us single girls have to stick together, right?”

“Right.”

The way she spoke your fake name made your mouth twitch, ruining the facade of the kind look you were giving her. She was beautiful, no doubt, and that made you curious why she was traveling alone. You supposed you could say the same thing about yourself. You said a brief goodbye to her, watching as she pulled away in her car. Her gaze was so intense before that you could almost feel it lingering on you still. 

Sam warned you against shifting as well as making sure you were never being followed when returning from work. In this part of the country, the population was so small that there was rarely any news of crimes being committed. The last controversy you heard while in town was about one deer hunter accidentally shooting another. And you didn’t have to worry about deer hunters either. It would be impossible for a human to catch a Beta werewolf, gun or no gun. 

You could shift anytime you needed but the full moon was nearing and your wolf was aching to escape. You’d stick close by the perimeter of your property and you’d make your way back as soon as your wolf was satisfied. 

You left your work clothes folded by a tree, letting the light of the moon peeking through the trees soak your naked skin for a brief moment. You imagined that if you were a human girl, being naked in the woods at night would be a grave nightmare. For you, this felt like the most normal you could possibly be. 

 When you were in wolf form, there were no to do lists to go over and little to no worries that ever crossed your mind. You only thought of the stretching of your limbs, the wind through your brown fur, the presence of the moon goddess, and the desire to hunt. Your wolf certainly wouldn’t survive on your usual diet for vegetables and you found yourself more hungry for meat than usual. You traveled farther than usual, using a trail that you’d mentally mapped out yourself. 

Hunting was much easier in groups and you knew this. You decided to hunt a much smaller prey, one that didn’t have hooves and antlers that could injure you. You were careful when you spotted a rabbit along the trail. You kept your distance, following it for a long while, until it perked up, realizing that you were there and it was in imminent damage. The rabbit was fast but you were much faster. You pounced on it, immobilizing it with your paws before quickly biting its throat. You bit at it excitedly, starting with the largest internal organs.

Your excitement was short lived, suddenly realizing that you’d just become someone else’s prey. You were distracted long enough for another wolf to enter your vicinity but you wasted no time, deciding to sprint away as fast as you could. By the smell, you could sense lots of wolves, but most importantly, you could sense an Alpha. 

You weren’t weak by any means, but you weren’t as strong as you could be. There wasn’t enough time to think about Sam being right but you were sure that thought would come to haunt you later. You couldn’t lead them back to your cottage but you knew you couldn’t out run them forever. You were weak, and wolves could chase their prey for days on end. 

Suddenly, your chance to panic and plan was interrupted. Whoever had found you, caught up to you much faster than you could even comprehend. You turned up, trying to trip them up or send them tumbling into the base of the tree. They kept their footing despite your attempt, and just like the rabbit, you were pounced on next. 

You rolled together with a mass of muscle and black fur, the only sound in your ears was the Alpha’s deafening growl. Red eyes stared down at you as your body was pinned. You fought back of course, landing some deep bites to his skin, but that only left you open for him to stick his fangs deep into your neck. An Alpha’s bite to the neck served two purposes, to kill or to mate. When the Alpha didn’t immediately rip out your throat, confusion clouded you rather than fear. You were waiting to die and you certainly preferred it to the alternative. 

He slowly removed his teeth, leaving you whimpering loud enough to wake the dead. You were a Beta, you deserved the respect of being courted, of your father’s permission being granted, and your own approval being considered. 

He’d bit into your scent gland, marking you like you were an Omega. Worse than that. He’d marked you like you were less than Omega. 

You didn’t recognize his scent. Only that he smelt similar to those you knew from the Winter Pack. As you put the pieces together, Sam’s voice echoed in your head. 

Blood dripped from his mouth as he admired his word, sniffing the wound, before pressing his snout into your forehead. He was taking in your scent which was rapidly changing into one that would match a mated female. Through the corners of your eyes, you saw several wolves were now surrounding the two of you. They’d keep their because of him but you wish greatly someone would drag your body away or at least finish the job. 

You couldn’t keep your eyes open for much longer with the pain becoming too much. The last thing you saw was a blonde she-wolf, one with shining blue eyes, and you were lulled to sleep as she licked your wounds.

It all happened to be a nightmare. That’s why you awoke in the lavender sheets and polkadot comforter of your own bed. The sun was peeking through your curtains like they always did and you already had your usual craving of a cup of hot coffee. All was fine, except you realized you could barely move your own face. As you turned your head only a little bit, pain shot through your body. 

Tears slipped down your face, from the pain and from the realization that you’d been mated without your consent. You were clothed, at least,  plaid pajamas wrapped your legs and you could tell you were wearing a t-shirt with the name of a state college. You reached to touch your neck, feeling the texture of a gauze. It took all your strength to sit yourself up. 

You noted the way the other side of your bed looked slept in. You closed your eyes, taking a painful breath as you swung your legs over the side of the bed. In the mirror sitting on top of your dresser, you could see your own reflection. You felt like a bus had hit you, but other than the blood soaked gauze on your shoulder, your face was glowing. Your eyes were brighter, your eyelashes longer, and even your plump lips had more color. 

Your phone came to mind. Your instinct was to call him though you didn’t know how’d you be able to face him once he laid eyes on the mark on your neck. You wanted to cry more but you forced yourself to wipe away your tears. He’d invaded your home, violated your body, and you couldn’t let him have one more thing over you. 

Mate bonds could only be broken by death. It was him or you. When your bedroom door opened, a shirtless man appeared, his thick muscles on full display. Instead of burning red eyes, you were looking into blue ones. A sharp contrast from yesterday. His hair was long and dark with facial hair peppering his jaw. What you saw yesterday night was a man of nightmares and you almost felt … underwhelmed by the sight of him. The big, bad Alpha was actually handsome.

Go to him. You are his. 

As he stepped inside the room, you backed yourself into the corner of the room. You winced at your movements, your hand rising to touch your neck. In his hands was a glass plate and you noticed the mountain of scrambled eggs, sausage links and strips of bacon. He lifted the plate, emphasizing it, as if he was saying it was meant for you. 

“Don’t come closer!” You strained to yell, “Don’t.” He took a few steps before kneeling down to place the plate on the ground, sliding it closer to you. 

Alpha wants to feed you. Let Alpha take care of you. 

When did your wolf become so needy?

The only reaction he displayed was annoyance. There was a standoff of looks between you and you didn’t move any closer to the food like he was expecting. You slid down the wall, pulling your knees to your chest, your hand cradling your wound as it ached. You breathed heavily to keep yourself from crying.

Bucky took a seat in front of your bedroom door. If you jumped out the window, you imagined he’d chase you and there was no way you were getting past him inside. The two of you stared at each other for a solid thirty minutes before Bucky moved. He crawled over to grab the plate from the floor and you were forced to watch as he devoured all of the food. 

When he finished, he stood up from his spot and left the room, “Where are you going?” You stood too, speed walking to the door, only to stop at its entrance. You watched from the door frame as he walked into your kitchen and began to scrub the plate. 

You walked to your front door which was adjacent to the small living room. Through the screen door you could see your jeep still out front. Your phone was probably still inside. As soon as you opened the door, a hand reached above you to close it. His scent surrounded you, threatening to suffocate you, and deep down you felt an urge to touch his naked chest. You did but only to push him away from you. He stepped back, not because you had any effect on you, but because he seemed to be granting you the space you wanted. 

You watched as he reached into his shorts, pulling out your phone and you quickly snatched it from his hands. Has he been through all of your stuff? You stepped away from him, feeling his eyes on your back, as you easily found Sam’s contact number. 

“Y/N?”

“Sam, I-I..” You couldn’t stop your voice from choking up, “I’m okay, I’m alive, just a little hurt.”

“What does that mean?” Your older brother rushed out. 

“Sam, don’t say anything. He’s listening,” You could feel his heart dropping to his stomach, “Remember what we talked about the last time you were here. You don’t need to send anyone after me and I don’t want you to see me like this, either. You’re prepared for this. You know the smart thing to do.”

“I’ll kill him.”

Sam rushing into battle after you would only get him killed. You hoped he’d eventually calm down and think clearly about this. 

“I’m sorry,” You told him solemnly, “I love you. Goodbye.” 

When you turned to look at Bucky, his arms were crossed over his chest. Sadness was replaced by pure hatred in your eyes. You didn’t care that he was an Alpha or that he’d staked his claim on you. You could still hurt him.

With all the energy you could muster, you rushed towards him, pelting him with your fists. That same annoyed look crossed his face. He didn’t even bother shielding himself, he took every hit you threw at him, and when he had enough, he yanked you up by your waist. Kicking and screaming, he brought you back to the bedroom. You’re a Beta, you should be able to at least hurt him, but every effort was futile. 

Do not hurt Alpha. Alpha will take care of us. 

He pinned you on the bed with your hands above your head. He straddled your legs as he carefully removed your bandage. With analytical eyes, he looked over your wound, and he did the last thing you were expecting or ready for, “Wait-”

He licked your wound. 

Alpha is healing us. 

You expected a sharp stinging but unbelievable pleasure spread through your body. All the pain was fading as you writhed beneath him. He was careful, cleaning you, and fast forwarding the healing process. This is what being mated was supposed to feel like yet you couldn’t accept this. Couldn’t accept him. 

Your body betrayed you and just from the touch of his lips against your shoulder, you climaxed hard. You hadn’t known your body could even do that but Bucky didn’t seem to be phased by it as he looked down into your drunken daze. 

The pain was gone but that didn’t make you any less frightened. The most dangerous Alpha in the country had you pinned beneath you. And he wasn’t at all finished with you, “Get off!” You begged, feeling as though he was pushing your pride lower and lower. 

He moved his legs from around you and before you could try to wiggle away, he was pulling down your bottoms, “No, no, no–” He let your arms go but quickly grabbed ahold of your waist. He flipped your body over, straddling your legs again. He pushed down on your back, pressing your chest and face into the bed as he pressed himself against your ass. You could feel just how ready he was, and as he pushed your panties to the side, he’d be able to tell how much your body was ready. 

“Bucky, please!” It was a desperate attempt to use his name. He marked you like you were random trash on the street, why would he care how you felt. 

Bucky didn’t waste time teasing you. As soon as his member was free, he was sheathing it deep inside of you. You felt you might melt into your sheets. You were so full of him. He was so much a part of you. Destroying you. He didn’t need to hold you down, only pull your hips back against him, as he did what was natural to him. You gripped the sheets tightly, a gasp forced out your lips with each hard thrust. 

The sounds that left his mouth were animalistic as he grinded his hips into you. The deeper he went, the more it hurt in the best way possible. He tortured you when he pulled himself all the way out of you only to push himself back in. You were crying again, this time from all the hormones being released inside you. You found yourself climaxing again causing your body to shake and your hips to spasm against him. 

Even after he spilled into you, he groaned and thrust himself inside you a few final times. You felt you collapse if he hadn’t held onto you. He turned you on your side, keeping himself inside of you, as he collapsed behind you. 

Bucky had his way with you that exact way four more times that day. It was the same way for the next week. He’d make you food and he’d enter you from behind any chance that he got. You were forced to eat eventually, the constant sex leaving you even weaker than before. You explained to him that you had to go to work or your boss might get suspicious of your absence but he seemed to already know this. How long had he been tailing you and how had you not noticed? 

He drove you to work and picked you up right as your shift ended. Your boss asked about the new, mysterious man and she could hardly believe you had any sort of romantic interest. She didn’t seem to care enough to ask you any further questions and you supposed that there wasn’t anything a human could do to help you anyways. 

He didn’t leave your side much when you weren’t at work and he still hadn’t spoken a word to you. He took care of you, like your wolf had promised, bathing you and cuddling you into the most peaceful sleeps of your life. 

Your wolf was growing comfortable which frightened you close to death. 

Sam would come eventually, whenever he formed a big enough army, and what would he think of what you were turning into. You were below an Alpha’s mate. He didn’t even look at you as he rutted into you. He was only satiating his primal desires. 

One night after your shift, he didn’t lead you back into the cottage. He urged you to follow him to the tree line and you watched, stumbling back, as he shifted into his wolf form. Human you stared back at the six foot tall werewolf, and his eyes were a normal blue, telling you that he was calm. Your heart raced, your mind bringing you back to the mark on your neck, and he clearly felt your hesitancy.

Shift, you finally heard his voice. The word traveled over your skin and you could feel your wolf pushing to the front of your consciousness. It was a painful process, the snapping of your bones, causing you to cry out as you fell to your knees. Don’t fight it, you heard him again. 

Bucky towered over your whimpering figure and he began to press his snout into your neck before licking your face. A sign of affection as well as a sign of dominance. Your wolf was much happier to be with him. She followed him closely as he led her, feeling comfortable enough to even try to play with him. He held his head high, his tail in the air, as you ran around him. 

You traveled only a handful of miles before you reached what you knew was a camp. You stuck by Bucky as you passed a few shifted wolves. They bowed their heads as Bucky passed and moved through the camp. Large tents were set up in a circle, the middle of the camp serving as a place for food to be made, an area to socialize, a market, and stations for tools and weapons to be made. Even those in their human forms, bowed to their Alpha as we passed. Before you reached the largest tent at the end of the camp, Bucky shifted back into his human form and you soon heard the first word he’d actually spoken to you. “Shift,” He commanded, and like before, your wolf was forced to cooperate. 

Instinctively, your hands moved to cover your chest as you rose from the ground. You looked around, sure you looked like a frightened puppy, as your eyes met with a few members of the pack. You weren’t exposed for long as Bucky took your wrists in his hand, dragging you into the tent. You couldn’t note any of the features inside as your eyes immediately connected with a familiar blonde. The woman who needed help with her car. 

She’d clearly mellowed out, no longer having to fake her niceness. She wore a long, black sundress, her blonde hair tied in a bun, and her collarbone showed a mating mark just like yours. She approached you as Bucky walked away from you. For a moment, you were wishing he was holding you again. How was it that you were more frightened of her at that moment?

You still covered your chest, and in the corner of your eyes, you saw Bucky dressing himself. She eyes your neck marking, “That’s gnarly,” She commented. Her mark was much neater than yours, a sign that she had accepted it willingly, “How bad did it hurt?”

“Why?” Yelena knew what you meant by that. Your anger was obvious as you spoke through gritted teeth. 

“Hey, it wasn’t my idea. I’d never voluntarily put suppressants in my system,” That explained why you never smelt her and that meant she knew exactly what you were the entire time she was trying to get close to you, “I still wanted to meet you though. You’re much prettier than we were both expecting. We were expecting a carbon copy of Sam Wilson but you’re quite special.”

Instinctively, you looked to Bucky who was stoic as usual. They both had been watching you. Taking multiple mates was a common practice in the old days. It was rare nowadays as our populations were growing and the negative attitudes toward female shifters had changed. 

Bucky added nothing to the conversation, leaving the tent a moment later, “I’m sure you’ve noticed he’s not much of a talker. It’s always the quiet ones …” Yelena’s voice trailed off, “Let me get you something to wear.”

The dress she chose was a cream color, a contrast to hers, but you were glad to not be so vulnerable in front of her. The tent’s bed was low to the ground, covered in various quilts, and it was quite large in size. There was a bear skin rug to decorate the ground and several wooden baskets made for storage. Other than a small table that sat two, there was a wooden basin you assumed was for bathing. 

“What’s his plan?” You asked, sitting a few inches from Yelena on the edge of his bed. You finally had someone to actually communicate with and you wouldn’t waste the opportunity, “For me, I mean.”

“His evil plan?” She smiled mischievously, “My guess is he’s going to force an alliance with your Alpha Sam. He’d probably do anything for you, right?”

“He wouldn’t give up everything he believes in for me,” You shook your head. 

“Then he’ll die, I suppose,” You scowled at her and she raised her hands in defense, “Sorry, that was harsh. I just mean that everyone will surrender in the end, whether there’s war or not. But, don’t tell him I said this, I have a suspicion that he wants you for much more than an alliance.”

Eyebrows raised, you asked, “What do you mean?”

“He speaks your name in his sleep. I’ve noticed a few times. That’s why I was so curious to meet you.”

That could mean nothing. You hoped it meant nothing. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you were surprised you hadn’t flinched at her touch. You didn’t meet her eyes as her small fingers traveled over your scars. Although you hadn’t sensed she was a wolf when you first met, her scent still felt familiar. You realized you’d seen her on the night you were bitter. The blonde wolf, “I could feel how scared you were,” She spoke absentmindedly, “I didn’t like seeing you like that, but if there’s anything I learned these past months, is that Bucky doesn’t cause pain without a purpose.”

“Why did you choose this? To be with him?”

Your eyes closed as you felt a soft kiss on your shoulder. It was unusual, not feeling the stubble of Bucky’s beard. 

“I think you’ll see soon. I can tell my soul is similar to his, like we’ve been tortured by the same things. Bucky’s not so bad, really,” Her warm breath was gentle against your skin and you wondered how someone who wasn’t your mate could have this effect on you, “And he promised me that if I let him take the lead with me, he’d let me take the lead with someone else. I know you’re fighting much of your nature, but you can let your guard down with me.’

She was a Beta like you, you weren’t meant to follow her, but she wasn’t trying to force the submission out of you. It felt like you had a choice with her, and selfishly, you wanted to feel more of that. When she leaned in to kiss you, you didn’t pull away from her, and with her hand on your cheek, you let her guide you. 

Bucky never kissed your lips like this and you found yourself wanting her so bad that you kissed her until your lips were aching. You leaned back into the bed as she climbed on top of you, parting your legs with her knees. She pressed her knee towards your center, leaving you grinding against her desperately for more friction, “He fucks you like an animal, doesn’t he?” She purred, “You poor thing.”

She moved her leg in the center to your other side before she grabbed your hands. You thought she might pin them above your head but she placed them on her own hips, “He loses control with you. He wants to own you,” She pulled the ribbon from her hair, freeing it before she ran her fingers through it. All the while she was grinding her hips against you, allowing you to fully look at her, how her nipples poked through her thin dress and feel the curves of body, “I’m sure a girl like you needs a rough fucking every now and then but you want someone to make love to you, hmm?”

She held your breast in her hands, massaging them, as she skillfully moved her hips against your crotch. As her fingers tightly squeezed the most sensitive parts of your nipple, you thought you might cum from that alone, “Look at me,” She directed, snapping you from your trance, “I’ll teach you to make love, printcessa.”

She moved your hands to her bottom, encouraging you to squeeze and feel as she leaned down to resume your kissing.

“Go as slow as you want, and you don’t have to bounce. Grinding feels the best. You can control the speed and how deep you want it.” The first time you had sex was a few days ago and yet you had no idea how versatile it could be, “And let him see you. Let him gaze at you, take in all of your beauty. You’re the girl of his dreams. Don’t let him forget you’re the treasure, why else would he work so hard to have you.” 

“I can’t-” You moaned as she kissed your neck.

“You can,” She whispered into her ear. She suddenly stopped her movements, leaving you high and dry, “You will.”

The camp of rogues wasn’t at all what you expected it to be. You couldn’t imagine them as the ones causing death and carnage all around the country. The people were almost friendly. Almost friendly because you were still an outsider to them and someone who was a supporter of modern pack dynamics. They followed Bucky because of his promise to bring back traditional values. They believed in him enough to kill and murder for him. 

You supposed you had no right to judge their sins after you let your moment with Yelena get so heated. Now, you were stuck to her side as she showed you around, “This place is only temporary. We’ve only been here a few weeks. Bucky plans on traveling south soon.”

“And what about everything I have here?”

“You have me now. You have us,” Yelena said matter-of-factly, “Don’t tell me you dream of working your whole life.”

“I dream of having something that’s mine.”

“Hmm,” Yelena carefully connected freshly picked flowers together. The two of you sat together on a picnic bunch, a group of women having gracefully provided her with several baskets of flowers, “Well, maybe if you play house good enough with Bucky, he’ll want to stay. It seems like he was having fun with you.”

“This is fucked,” Yelena giggled at that.

“You’re telling me. Here, let me show you how to make a lei.”

You held up your hand, “I can make a leigh. We used to make them all the time for the mating ceremon–” You turned to her with wide eyes, “A mating ceremony? When?”

“Tonight,” She stated and she scooted closer as she felt you begin to panic, “All the firsts are almost done. This is the last step, I promise, and then you can find your new normal.”

With watering eyes you looked at her, “And what do I say to Sam?”

“That you’re doing your best, printcessa.”

The full moon shone above all of you, a cool breeze caressing you while the large bonfire warmed you simultaneously. There was singing all around you, the lyrics of pagan songs about the moon goddess provided sweet sounds in your ear. It calmed you almost as much as all the red win in your system. 

There was a lot of dancing, even before the ceremony was to take place. Bucky sat alone on a tree stump watching as you and Yelena hopped together around the fire. Every now and again, she’d press her lips to yours, allowing you to taste the wine on her own lips. 

The song was about dancing, dancing around the fire, spirits dancing, the moon goddess dancing, all under the moonlight, “Come,” Yelena suddenly grabbed your hand, dragging you around the circle and you were laughing until suddenly you were chest to chest with him. He grabbed your arms to steady you and you almost saw the hint of a grin on the evil Alpha’s lips, “My beautiful lovers. I could cry just looking at you.”

She joined you and Bucky’s hands together. The singing continued, this time a softer ballad about how the Moon Goddess gave each one of her creatures a soulmate. A lei of red flowers was placed over your head and a lei of white flowers was placed over him. A transfer of innocence. In your case, it was forcefully taken.

Everyone began to surround the two of you, red candles in each of their hands. “Alpha, take Y/N as your lawfully wedded mate. Be faithful to her in times of strife, bring children lovingly from the Goddess’s arms, and honor her for the rest of her life,” It was perfectly recited by every member, and soon, in the eyes of the Moon Goddess, the two of you were wed. 

The celebrations began again and would most likely continue until the early hours of the morning. It was customary to cover the sounds of the bride and groom’s consummation. Bucky kept one of your hands in his and your other was quickly warmed again by Yelena’s as they led you back to the tent. 

Bucky’s face was warm with color and you now knew that this is what he looked like when he was happy. He didn’t waste any time with you, burying his face above your scent gland, as he pulled the sleeves of your dress down. The fabric piled at your feet, leaving you completely exposed, but you weren’t frightened of it like before. 

“Sit,” He told you and you slowly sat down on the bed, “Yelena.” The way he spoke her name was like dripping honey. 

He did the same to her, undressing her slowly, but she had the honor of undressing him next. You watched them kiss and you couldn’t help but imagine her lips on yours, how softly possessive they were. Her hands wandered lower to his manhood, palming the large member. He grunted and he must’ve felt overwhelmed because his hand wrapped around her throat, allowing him more control. 

When they finally pulled away, your legs were crossed over each other, your center beginning to ache. Bucky looked at you with so much hunger and you moved further back on the bed in an attempt to brace yourself. Yelena lingered beside the bed, taking her time to watch the two of you next.

As he crawled on top of you, you held out your hand, pressing against his chest to stop him, “Bucky, wait,” He was confused by your effort to touch him and only responded by pushing your hand away. He used all his strength to grab you by your hips and turn your body over. You gripped the sheets tightly and you could barely take in a deep breath before he was pushing into you. 

His first movements were slow but deep, and you winced at every single one. You tried to keep your balance as you held yourself on all fours even as he began to pound into you. A calming hand ran across the length of your back before it began to play in your hair, “Slow, rodnoy,” She spoke to him, using a pet name in her native tongue, “You’ll break her before she has a chance to pleasure me.”

Bucky was still taking you from behind, this time slower, as she placed a kiss on your shoulder and then leaned down to kiss your cheek. She maneuvered herself in front of you, sitting as she spread her legs before you, “Kiss me here,” She told you, her voice calm and nurturing, “Touch me how you’d like to be touched.”

You did as she said, kissing her thighs and then above her sensitive center. You felt her shudder when you placed a kiss on her sensitive spot. She guided you more, telling you to make long strokes with tongue. You moaned against her, unable to control yourself, but this seemed to amuse her. She encouraged you to tease her, to slowly build things up and you tried your best despite the fact that you were orgasming. When you were finally focusing on her bulb, her legs began to shake, “Right there, don’t stop,” You tried not to change your pressure or your movement, sensing that her climax was near. She cradled your head in her hand, pressing you more into her as she grinded out her orgasm, “Mmmm, good girl.”

As she recovered, she got on her knees, lifting your body and allowing you to lean on her. Your lips met with her, her sweet flavor swirling between you. Bucky increased his pace and you held onto Yelena for support.

“Darling, let her look upon your face,” Yelena said to him gently, “Trust me.”

You thought you might collapse when he pulled out of you but Yelena was there to hold onto you. Her eyes were loving when your eyes connected again. She’d seen you at your most vulnerable but that made her like you more. 

Bucky laid down on the bed, his hands caressing Yelena’s bottom but his eyes were on you. He’d be able to see all of you, truly, and that should’ve frightened you more than it did. You straddled Bucky and Yelena was the one to help guide you inside of him. It was much more intense when you were lowering yourself down at your own speed. 

Bucky’s hands moved to your waist while you held onto his chest. It was almost too much, your senses felt completely invaded, but you remembered how Yelena told you that you could control your own pace. 

You’re the girl of his dreams. 

Yelena looked at you like you were the girl in hers. You slowly let him move in and out of you, your bulb grinding against his pelvis. The way he was looking at you, admiring your movements as much as your face and body, gave you a surge in confidence. You saw him grit his teeth and that made you move faster. You imagined the amount of pleasure he must be in and then your mind wandered to Yelena. 

She noticed your worries, “Don’t worry about me. It’s your wedding night, he should be finishing inside of you,” As she said those words, Bucky suddenly grabbed her hips causing her to yelp. He forced her onto his face, grabbing ahold of her bottom and thighs as he took her into his mouth. Her yelp turned into a giggle and you found yourself smiling too. 

You and Yelena orgasmed together and soon Bucky was spilling into you. 

That night, the three of you were tucked in tightly to each other, Yelena laid against you and Bucky was big enough to hold you both. 

One month later, you sat on top of the bathroom counter, watching curiously as Yelena brought scissors to Bucky’s hair. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, a pink towel wrapped around his neck that made him look silly. 

“How’s it looking to you?” Yelena asked. 

He looked very different but the haircut allowed for more of his face to show. In a way, it made him look less intimidating. 

“I think you could go shorter.”

“No,” Bucky was quick to say. With both you and Yelena around to talk his ear off, it was no wonder that the man was learning to speak more. 

“Hey, who’s the hair stylist here?” The grumpy wolf had no reaction, “I’m almost done, it won’t be too short. You have two beautiful women on your arm, you can’t look like caveman.”

A lot had changed in a month. Both Bucky and Yelena had gotten comfortable in the small cottage and Bucky’s plans to move south were delayed. Just as Sam was building his army, Bucky was doing the same. Unlike Sam, Bucky now had a real family which he was going to use to his advantage when trying to convince other packs to join him. 

There wasn’t anything you could do to remove the mark on your neck. Perhaps you should’ve fought harder or laid your life down on the line. You hadn’t expected to fall for Yelena, and in turn, let her coax you into loving an unlovable man. 

You worried what you would say to Sam. You didn’t want to hurt him but you didn’t want to hurt either. Things were easier when you accepted them. Hopefully he’d understand that.

“I like it,” You said to her, smiling wide. 

Hopefully.

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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕- 𝒐𝒉, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 ft clown damon salvatore x birthday girl reader.

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 ft frankenstein bucky barnes, frankenstein’s monster edward scissorhands x indecisive reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒓 ft wizard maxwell sheffield x student reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 ft witch santana lopez x victim reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚 ft siren rosalie hale x entranced reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏- 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 ft the mummy lara croft x explorer reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ft the invisible man geralt of rivia x unaware reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 ft the wolfman henry cavill x priest's daughter reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓����𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ft black lagoon creature shane walsh x swimmer reader.

೫˚💀❀ *ૢ🔮೫˚🧟‍♂️

𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 ft beetlejuice robert ‘mr freezy’ pronge x troubled reader.

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[eupheme]

MOVIE/TV - 2023 FIC RECS

this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨

ALFRED PENNYWORTH X F!READER

— Dance With Me by @tarrenterror25

You and Alfred move things to a more private area.

— On Display by @viceofdionysus

When Alfred finds you getting carried away on a video call, he asks you to put on a show for him.

— The Gentleman by @stargirlfics

Two chance encounters turn into something quite unexpected the longer you spend around a certain Englishman

— Thoughts No One Asked For But My Mind Had No Mouth And Must Scream by @/tarrenterror

Alfred Pennyworth x Vampire!F!Reader

— When the Night is Over by @/tarrenterror

After the flood, Dulce looks to do her part to help Gotham heal and hopes to bring change to the city.

— When We Met, I Felt My Life Begin by @/tarrenterror

You and Alfred are both trying to organize a special Valentine’s day for each other, but nothing seems to be going quite right! Luckily, young master Bruce is around to help you two get everything in order!

BRUCE WAYNE X F!READER

— Iron by @/stargirlfics

 Battinson + pussy eating

BUCKY BARNES X F!READER

— Anamnesis by @fluffyprettykitty

Transforming to a werewolf for what seems to be the first time with a familiar yet strange man by your side.

CAPRICORN X F!READER

— Take Me Home by @/tarrenterror

You are the second eldest daughter to the Adderhead and not yet married off by some miracle. This leaves room for a budding romance with a certain fire-raiser. The two of you must keep it secret lest your tyrant of a father find out.

DAVID ROBEY X F!READER

— The Devil Makes Us Sin by @tarabyte3

Your life isn't perfect, and you don't enjoy moonlighting as a camgirl for so many repulsive men, but you need the money and at least it's yours. You're getting by just fine. You're content. At least you thought you were. Then you get a strange text message. And you aren't sure if you're horrified or intrigued.

DRUIG X F!READER

— Calling by @redheadspark

You and Druig were meant to be together, and Druig gives you a place to call home because of that.

FRANK CASTLE X F!READER

— Saturday by @/fluffyprettykitty

Instantiable night session with Frank.

JAVI G X GN! READER

— Creation of the Heart by @0celesteisthebest0

Javi comforting you with bouts of insecurity

JAVIER PEÑA X F!READER

— Little Black Dress by @inklore

“you know how good you look in this dress? can’t fuckin’ concentrate on anything but bending you over and ruining it with my come.“ or the one where javi fingers you against a desk at a work conference.

JIM HOPPER X F!READER

— Heatwave by @/viceofdionysus

When Hawkins loses power during a heatwave, Jim does the neighborly thing and invites the pretty librarian out to his cabin on a private lake. But as they try to cool down, things only seem to heat up between them.

MARCUS MORENO X F!READER

— The Dinner by @frannyzooey

Missy invites you home for the weekend, unaware that you’ve actually been sleeping with her father since the semester started.

MATT MURDOCK X F!READER

— Cadence by @she-likesorchids

You're a barista living in New York, but you create erotic audios and sell subscriptions to make extra money. Matt has found a new outlet for his sexual frustration, and it's your voice. What happens when a chance meeting at your coffee shop threatens to blow both of your covers?

OBERYN MARTELL X F!READER

— Breath of Life by @/moonlight-prose

punctured by the arrow of cupid, oberyn is suddenly infatuated with you. you…the very breath in his lungs, the clouds in his sky, the reason the sun shone down on his home. he was in love and yet you couldn’t have felt more different.

PERO TOVAR X F!READER

— Menuet by @psychedelic-ink

you decide to take a swim in a lake that is deep in the middle of the forest. during your swim, pero finds you, and he’s not happy that you went out alone during a full moon.

PETER PARKER X F!READER

— Approach Shift by @psithurista

Peter Parker is a weirdo. A hot, distracting, irritating weirdo. And you can’t afford distractions right now. So there’s only one thing to do.

— Dial Tones by @spiderispunk

Peter gets a much-needed distraction after studying all night.

— Fragments of Tomorrow by @/psychedelic-ink

After a massive ecological disaster, the world is overrun by mutated flora and fauna, along with infected humans that sprout vines and flowers. Nature itself has turned against humanity, and you thought Peter would be by your side. That Spider-Man would protect you and those close to you—you never thought you’d be wrong in both aspects. But now he’s back, and you don’t know how to react.

SANTA (HARBOUR) CLAUS X F!READER

— All is Bright by @lavenderursa

Your husband has a rather bad yet exciting day at work which leads to an unexpected reunion and a much needed reminder of the Christmas spirit.

—Joyful Night by @cinewhore

You comfort your husband after his Christmas night run. 

SER BARRISTAN SELMY X F!READER

— Sometimes, Love is not Enough. by @sermormonts

Your knight of the Kingsguard: sworn to celibacy since he took the whitecloak at age three and twenty, bursting to prove all he knows of passion: not from song or script writ in stained pages, but from the glassy, heady ache you’ve etched into his chest—a heart kept dormant for decades.

STEPHEN GRANT X F!READER

— Love's Train by @moonlight-prose

a box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and the floor.

— To Be Loved by @/moonlight-prose

“you didn’t intend to give up your heart - believing that you could remain one person without severing yourself in two.”

ULYSSES KLAUE X F!READER

— Bringin' Home the Rain by @the-eyes-of-andyserkis

You're no stranger to taking risks, in fact you prefer the unknown, however when you happen to cross paths with a certain black market arms dealer you find it uncharacteristically difficult to find your balance. (aka "Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine.")

— Danger Starts the Sharp Incline by @citrus-moonlight

At your scientific organization the study of demon energy output has become no less mundane than it would at any other research facility. That is until you find yourself trapped with the demon who has recently shifted in your thoughts from an idle curiosity to a distraction.

— I Always Find My Way Back To You by @/tarrenterror

You can always count on Ulysses to return to you, but lately you find yourself wanting more. The new dangers in the world don't make the life of an arms dealer any easier and any day could be his last. Running away and living off the grid with the man you love is the dream. Does he share your feelings and can he be convinced to live a life with you?

— Please Hold… by @/tarrenterror

Klaue is not opposed to mixing business with pleasure.

— Salvation is a Deep Dark Well by @/citrus-moonlight

Memories and fresh desires are intertwined now and you think you might go mad from the waiting, but all you can do is try to keep yourself busy as you count down to Klaue’s return.

— Think I Need a Devil to Help Me Get Things Right by @/the-eyes-of-andy-serkis

After a particularly rough flight you’re suddenly having anxiety for the first time in all of your years in the air, buyou end up finding help in an unexpected place when an enigmatic passenger offers you a distraction.

— Woven by @/citrus-moonlight

As winter begins to settle in, the darkening days are unexpected brightened when you end up with the chance to spend a little more time with Ulysses Klaue.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

[navybrat817]

Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

[rookthorne]

𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘’𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

1/1 ⋮ HAND IN HAND (yhhmsgm FINALE) | @thenhewaswrongaboutme

Bucky Barnes x Reader (x Steve Rogers)

Not Canon Compliant 》 tiny Angst, Fluff

The culmination of arguably the best ever series within the Marvel fanfiction community, and my heart could barely handle it. Many tears of both sadness and joy were shed, I love these two (three) with all my heart. (X)

2/1 ⋮ I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE, I WANNA BE YOUR MASTER | @buckyismybicycle

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rockstar!AU 》 Fluff, implied Smut

I have never felt so pumped reading anything! I was there in the crowd; I could feel everything and everyone around me. The tension was the best part, what a fucking menace Bucky is! 😈 (X)

6/1 ⋮ RAVENOUS | @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Smut

Bucky is such a little shit, and that surprise cameo made me fucking laugh so hard I snorted! (X)

8/1 ⋮ DARK SIDE OF THE MOON | @sgt-seabass

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Werewolf!AU 》 Dark, Smut

I don’t think I survived reading this, a ghost is writing this. This hit almost all of my weaknesses for this trope and I am dying. 🥵 (X)

9/1 - 24/1 ⋮ YOUR EYES OUTSHINE THE TOWN | @duckybarnes1917

Bucky Barnes x Black!F!Reader

Canon Divergent 》 Angst, Fluff, Smut

↳ Chapter 1 ✦ Fluff, Smut

Literally still reeling from the damn sweater paragraph, and I need a cold shower. 🥵 (X)

↳ Chapter 2 ✦ Angst, Fluff

Things are heating up, and not in a spicey way, beginning to get a bit nervous. 👀 (X)

↳ Chapter 3 ✦ Fluff, Smut

I AM WITHERING AWAY - I want to make snow angels and throw snowballs at Bucky but I also wanna do… the other things. 👀 (X)

↳ Chapter 4 ✦ Angst, Fluff

We’re digging into the sads now, but it is perfectly peppered with comfort. 👌🏻(X)

↳ Chapter 5 ✦ Angst, Fluff

THIS ONE WAS A ROLLERCOASTER! I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at most of it and I was on the edge of my seat! (X)

↳ Chapter 6 ✦ Fluff, Smut

You come up with the best punishments, I swear. That was deliciously cruel. 😏 (X)

↳ Chapter 7 ✦ Smut

The fact that you write sub!Bucky so perfectly is hazardous to my health. Seriously. (X)

↳ Chapter 8 ✦ Angst, Fluff

I would say this is the fluffiest chapter yet, they’re so fucking soft and adorable and I love them. 😭 (X)

↳ Chapter 9 ✦ light Angst, Fluff, Smut

I must ask you to leave my brain, this is getting beyond the joke. 🥵 (X)

↳ Chapter 10 ✦ Angst, Fluff

LOOK THAT WAS NOT OKAY! I NEED MY SHOVEL! I swear to god the tension and suspense is not okay, and I’m really fucking glad that I’m reading this when it is finished. (X)

↳ Chapter 11 ✦ Angst

Okay, you have now ripped my heart out, and stomped it into lemon juice with a dash of salt. You absolutely heartless monster. 😭 (X)

↳ Chapter 12 ✦ Angst, Fluff, Smut

You are forgiven. I can’t get over how fucking good you are at writing the conflict, and then the resolution. 💯 (X)

↳ Chapter 13 ✦ Angst, Fluff

Short, sweet, and perfect - just what the two of these idiots needed. (X)

↳ Chapter 14 ✦ Fluff, Smut

OI VEY! okay, okay, okay, I can breathe! *internally screaming* (X)

↳ Chapter 15 ✦ Fluff, Smut

Drunk Bucky is the epitome of chaos, and I love him. A really fun chapter. 🥰 (X)

↳ Chapter 16 ✦ Fluff

The final arc, and my heart is in my throat. I feel like the feels are gonna get a lot more intense! (X)

↳ Chapter 17 ✦ Angst, Fluff

I’m now waiting for the other show to drop and I dunno if I like that… (X)

↳ Chapter 18 ✦ Angst, Fluff

Look, my heart can only take so much. I love Betty! 😭 (X)

↳ Chapter 19 ✦ Angst, Fluff, implied Smut

A perfect ending for these two babies that I have grown to love with all my heart. 😭 (X)

18/1 ⋮ SHATTER | @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Fluff, Smut

Look up the word ‘menace’ in the dictionary, and you will find ‘NavyBrat817’ in BOLD LETTERS. (X)

19/1 ⋮ RED SUN | @sgt-seabass

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hybrid!AU 》 Dark, Smut

Beyond beautifully poetic and scorching hot, literally one of the best smuts I have ever read - ever. (X)

26/1 ⋮ CLOCKWORK AU | @sgt-seabass

Nick Fowler x Reader

Dark, Angst, Smut

↳ Chapter 1 ✦ Dark, Angst, Smut

My mind is blown right now, I cannot believe what I have just read, and I am addicted. I can’t get enough. (X)

↳ Chapter 2 ✦ Dark, Angst, Smut

It just gets even more intense, and it was fascinating to see the dynamics amongst them all. Though, you know my favourites. (X)

HUNT THE WHELP ✦ Dark

This went from super fucked up to being sort of sweet, and I can’t get enough of it. (X)

SIP YOU SLOWLY ✦ Dark, Smut

The cracks are beginning to show… and he is not ready for them at all. I’d say poor baby, but it’s about damn time. (X)

SLEEPLESS ✦ Dark

This is my favourite by far, the dynamics and the tension here is beautiful. It definitely makes what could be coming next very interesting. (X)

PEACE ✦ Dark

Look at him being soft, I love it. 🥹 (X)

18/1 ⋮ DRESS UP | @sgt-seabass

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Dark, Smut

I literally cannot get over how vivid this was in my mind as I read, and that equaled a lot of trouble for me to keep a straight face. (X)

18/1 ⋮ DBF!LEE DRABBLE PT. 1 | @sgt-seabass

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Smut

Please, every one of the points got me, and got me good. 😩 (X)

18/1 ⋮ DBF!LEE DRABBLE PT. 2 | @sgt-seabass

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Smut

THERE ARE NO WORDS. JUST- 😵‍💫 (X)

18/1 ⋮ DARK!JEFFERSON | @sgt-seabass

Jefferson x Reader

Dark

Why do I gotta love the psychos… I’m gonna blame it on how well you write them. (X)

18/1 ⋮ DARK!JEFFERSON | @sgt-seabass

Jefferson x Reader

Dark

I REFER TO MY PREVIOUS STATEMENT. (X)

18/1 ⋮ HEADS WILL ROLL | @sgt-seabass

Steve Kemp x Reader

Dark, Smut

I have nothing more to say than this was a masterpiece. It would have been so easy to delve into some pretty fucked up territory with this one, and you kept it perfectly balanced. 👌🏻 (X)

18/1 ⋮ SLAVE TO PAIN | @sgt-seabass

Steve Kemp x Reader

Dark

If I have said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times. Escape and Steve Kemp do not go together, and you captured the desperation perfectly. (X)

18/1 ⋮ SHATTERED (Sequel to Slave To Pain) | @sgt-seabass

Steve Kemp x Reader

Dark

He is such a sick, twisted sonofabitch but you write him so fucking good he’s addicting. 😩 (X)

18/1 ⋮ THE POSSESSION | @sgt-seabass

Steve Kemp x Reader

Dark, Smut

I am in shock I think - I didn’t expect to like this trope but… damn. 😵‍💫 (X)

18/1 ⋮ MIND GAMES (Sequel to The Possession) | @sgt-seabass

Steve Kemp x Reader

Dark

He is so twisted and I am addicted. (X)

19/1 ⋮ DINNER PLANS | @sgt-seabass

Steve Kemp x Reader

Dark

I DID NOT EXPECT THAT PLOT TWIST! damn! 😳 (X)

19/1 ⋮ STEVE KEMP X READER | @sgt-seabass

Steve Kemp x Reader

Dark

SHORT AND SINISTER - just how I like them. 😌 (X)

1/1 ⋮ STEVE COMFORTING YOU HEADCANONS | @writing-for-marvel

Steve Rogers x GN!Reader

Modern!AU / Not Canon Compliant 》 Angst, Fluff

Literally made me all emotional, I didn’t know I needed this until I read it. Beautiful. 🥹 (X)

6/1 ⋮ AT YOUR SERVICE | @writing-for-marvel

Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Bodyguard!AU / Diplomats Daughter!AU 》 Fluff, Smut

Steve… Steve, Steve, Steve. Mate, you’ve got some grovelling to do. The tension is fucking unreal! (X)

6/1 ⋮ CAUSE THAT’S WHEN I’LL SEE YOU AGAIN | @writing-for-marvel

Ari Levinson x F!Reader

DBF!AU 》 little Angst, Fluff, Smut

I’m in fucking tears over here after this one, I felt it all and it was so melodic and happy and just down right FLUFFY! 😭 (X)

1/1 ⋮ I WILL | @kafkazmlekiem

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (post!TWS)

Canon Divergent 》 Angst, Fluff

my first fic of 2023 and I picked a really good one, the flow, the dynamic, the emotion.

4/1 ⋮ HOME | @buckyismybicycle

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (post!TWS)

A/B/O 》 light Angst, Fluff, Smut

Just the right amount of emotional porn, AND BUCKY COMES HOME?! 😭👌🏻 (X)

5/1 ⋮ SUGAR, SPICE AND EVERYTHING NICE | @buckyismybicycle

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (hinted Clint x Natasha x Steve x Bucky)

Modern!AU 》 Fluff

Extremely fluffy, and now I wanna go to a cat cafe 🥹 (X)

5/1 ⋮ ALWAYS & FOREVER | @buckyismybicycle

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

A/B/O 》 Smut

I literally think I passed out reading this, and it is so cruel how I discover new shit through your works. I swear to fuck. 🤣 (X)

5/1 ⋮ CLEAR AS DAY, THERE WAS NEVER ANY OTHER WAY | @buckyismybicycle

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (all eras)

Canon Divergent / Adjacent 》 Angst, Fluff

The flow and storytelling in this one really stands out for me, feeling Steve’s emotions and then Bucky’s was gut wrenching and I enjoyed being hurt, this time. 😝 (X)

6/1 ⋮ DRAWN TO YOUR BLOOD | @controlofwhatido

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Vampire!AU 》 Fluff, Smut

Literally one of the best vampire fics I have ever read, and the way you write? Just… absolutely fucking captivating. Beautiful. 💗 (X)

7/1 ⋮ HOLDING ONTO YOU | @winteratdusk

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (WWII)

Canon Divergence 》 Angst, Whump, Fluff

This made me cry so hard, it’s been a little while since I’ve read whump so I lost my immunity to it and goddamn 😭 definitely encouraged me to rebuild my immunity again. (X)

7/1 ⋮ FOUR DREAMS IN A ROW (YOU WERE BURNED) | @winteratdusk

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (post!TWS)

Canon Divergence 》 Angst, Whump, Fluff

↳ Chapter 1 ✦ Angst, Whump

I knew what to expect coming into this fic, but wow. I need to find a factory of tissues and move in, I reckon. The emotional rawness and Steve’s desperation were captured perfectly. (X)

↳ Chapter 2 ✦ Angst, Whump

Considering my fear of what goes on in this chapter, it made it all the more impactful. My heart was in my throat the whole time and god, my heart is just breaking for the two of them; Steve’s helplessness and guilt, Bucky’s suffering and confliction. (X)

↳ Chapter 3 ✦ Angst, Whump

Arguably, I feel like this is the most poetic chapter (that I have read so far, anyway, no telling what’s coming but more pain 🤣). Having Bucky still be in there fighting to keep the Soldier alive, even when he didn’t want to be… it’s like he knew. He knew one day something would give. (X)

↳ Chapter 4 ✦ Angst, Whump

Like I said in my comment, you are literally leaving the most emotional stuff for the 4th instalment. I am in literal shock at what I just read and I am in tears, but this time, the end is happy tears. (X)

↳ Chapter 5 ✦ Angst, Whump

I FEEL LIKE I COULDN’T BREATHE READING THIS MY HEART JUST COULDN’T TAKE IT! oh my GOD! I am so glad I’m binging this now when it is complete, I could not handle the cliffhangers! (X)

↳ Chapter 6 ✦ Angst, Whump, Fluff

A perfect end, for a perfect fic. 💗 (X)

24/1 ⋮ LATE NIGHT GOOGLING | @jro616 (roe87)

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Canon Divergence 》 Fluff

Your writing always makes me smile, and this was no exception. I will forever picture this fic in my mind whenever I’m down. 🥰

30/1 ⋮ THE HOUSE ON WINTER LANE | @ClandestineMira / @Duchess_On_Fire

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Modern!AU 》 Angst, Fluff, Smut

↳ Chapter 1 ✦ Smut

Perfect world building and hella captivating, there were bits I had to stop and collect myself after laughing so hard! 🤣 (X)

4/1 ⋮ RIDE | @buckyismybicycle

Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson

Not Canon Compliant 》 Smut

Sam is such a lil’ shit it was a wonder Bucky hadn’t fallen victim sooner - tbqh. (X)

16/1 ⋮ VITA ÆTHELSTANI | @oneiriad

Ragnar Lothbrok x Lagertha x Athelstan

Canon Divergent 》 Angst, Fluff, implied Smut

I loved every single bit of this from start to finish, and it made me really miss all 3 of them so much. 😭

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[kavtsuki]

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 : 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

i write fluff, angst, smut, headcanons ❪ max five characters ❫, drabbles, alternate universes, and short stories ❪ 5k+ words ❫.

i post some taboo content that anyone under the age of eighteen is not allowed to like, reblog, or interact with. those types of posts will have a "minors do not interact" on it.

i also write stuff that may include age gaps, poly/threesome+, dubcon, incest, toy play, light bdsm, breath play, praise and light degradation, supernatural ❪ i.e. omegaverse, werewolf, vampire, etc. may include knotting in certain cases ❫, choking, stepcest, mommy/daddy kink ❪ to an extent ❫, and dacryphilia.

i will not write about cheating ❪ on the reader's behalf ❫, manipulation, abuse, etc. however, i will write about the reader being cheated on ❪ although not explicitly; mostly just mentioned in passing ❫.

i write strictly male!character x fem! or gn!reader !! i do not write character x character pairings.

i highly suggest reading the warnings on every story that i create in case anything included is possibly triggering for you as a reader. do not proceed to read any story of mine before you have safely comprehended what you are about to read.

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HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE . . . harry james potter, ronald weasley, neville longbottom, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, theodore nott, dean thomas, fred weasley, george weasley, bill weasley, cedric diggory, oliver wood, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, sebastian sallow and ominis gaunt.

THE BAD BATCH . . . all of the bad batch members ❪ excluding omega ❫.

DC UNIVERSE . . . bruce wayne ❪ gotham version, battinson version, and comics version ❫, jason todd ❪ red hood, titans, and arkham knight version ❫, dick grayson ❪ nightwing, young justice, and titans version ❫, tim drake ❪ young justice and comics version ❫, damian wayne ❪ comics version ❫, wally west ❪ young justice version ❫, garfield logan ❪ titans version ❫, conner kent ❪ titans and young justice version ❫, and jaime reyes ❪ young justice version ❫.

GOD OF WAR . . . kratos, heimdall, brok, sindri, thor, freyr, mimir ❪ before  beheading ❫ and baldur.

ASSASSIN'S CREED: VALHALLA . . . male!eivor varinsdottir, sigurd styrbjornson, vili hemmingson, hrolfr/rollo, ubba ragnarsson, hytham, basim ibn ishaq, otta sluggason, aelfred the great, and leofrith.

MARVEL UNIVERSE . . . bucky barnes ❪ the winter soldier ❫, stephen strange ❪ doctor strange ❫, peter parker ❪ andrew garfield and tom holland’s versions ❫, and pietro maximoff ❪ quicksilver ❫.

HAIKYUU . . . all of karasuno, all of nekoma, all of aoba johsai, all of date tech, all of shiratorizawa, and all of inarizaki. other characters include takeru nakashima from wakutani south, yuudai hyakuzawa from kakugawa high, suguru daishou, kouji hiroo and isumi sakishima from nohebi academy, and sakusa kiyoomi and motoya komori from itachiyama institute.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA . . . all of class 1-A and all of the league of villains. other characters include mirio togata and tamaki amajiki from the big three, tetsutetsu tetsutetsu, sen kaibara, and neito monoma from class 1-B, hitoshi shinsou from the department of general education, yo shindo from ketsubutsu academy, inasa yoarashi from shiketsu high, and pro heroes shouta aizawa ❪ eraserhead ❫, keigo takami ❪ hawks ❫, taishiro toyomitsu ❪ fatgum ❫, toshinori yagi ❪ all might ❫, enji todoroki ❪ endeavor ❫, tensei iida ❪ original ingenium ❫, and mirai sasaki ❪ sir nighteye ❫.

JUJUTSU KAISEN . . . inumaki toge, gojou satoru, chousou, ryoumen sukuna, kento nanami, junpei yoshino, aoi todo, itadori yuuji, and megumi fushiguro.

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS . . . all of the armed detective agency and all of the port mafia. other characters include edgar allan poe and mark twain from the guild, and fyodor dostoevsky from the decay of angels.

DEMON SLAYER . . . tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, and giyuu tomioka. other characters include kyoujurou rengoku from the hashira group, genya shinazugawa also from the demon slayer corp, and yushiro the demon.

KUROKO NO BASKET. . . all of seirin high school. all of the generation of miracles, yukio kasamatsu from kaijou high school, takao kazunari from shuutoku high school, tatsuya himuro from yousen high school, and reo mibuchi and kotarou hayama from rakuzan high school.

ATTACK ON TITAN . . . all of the scout regiment. other characters include marco bodt, moblit berner, and reiner braun and bertholdt hoover from the marleyan warriors.

TOKYO REVENGERS . . . manjiro sano ( mikey ), takashi mitsuya, shinichiro sano, naoto tachibana, ken ryuguji ❪ draken ❫, atsushi sendo, chifuyu matsuno, baji kaisuke, kazutora hanemiya, ran haitani, rindou haitani, nahoya kawata ❪ smiley ❫, hajime kokonoi, wakasa imaushi, and souya kawata ❪ angry ❫.

OBEY ME . . . lucifer, mammon, leviathan, beelzebub, belphegor, simeon and diavolo.

VOLTRON: LEGENDARY DEFENDERS . . . keith kogane, lance mcclain, and lotor.

MYSTIC MESSENGER . . . hyun ryu ❪ zen ❫, yoosung kim, jumin han, saeyoung choi ❪ seven/707 ❫, jihyun kim ❪ v ❫, and saeran choi ❪ ray/unknown ❫.

OTHERS . . . leon kennedy + chris redfield + carlos oliveira + ethan winters ❪ resident evil ❫,  joel miller + tommy miller ❪ the last of us - video game version only ❫, steve harrington + eddie munson ❪ stranger things ❫, rick grimes + daryl dixon ❪ the walking dead ❫.

[atlasscrumpit]

Worshipping!Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x modern!reader who treats him like a pet(?) He has his own kennel,he can get whiny when not enough attention is shown to him which makes the reader get him a collar so he can remind himself that he is owned by the reader though they didn't really want to own him, they just helped him when he was hurt and he had a bit of a cut on his tail but then the big werewolf sorta claimed them as their owner;and the reader just went with it<3

Bucky would let Steve Rogers also worship the reader and let him also be their pet but Bucky would prep him to be the perfect,sweet,pretty boy and fill him in on what to wear and do and what not to do,ect to be acceptable to worship the reader :)

Bucky x reader

Werewolf

You were heading home from your part time job, it was dark and loving in this world you knew you had to be careful, not just because of men but people of the supernatural creatures that lived among humans.

You threw your hood over your head before you heard a loud yelp and cry.

You paused for a moment, your breath hitching in your throat. It could be a helpless puppy, or a werewolf.

But either way it was a living creature. You groaned and trudged into the woods behind the path you’d been walking on.

It was beginning to rain and you cursed out the sky as you went in further.

You followed the crying and whimpering that you heard before you were met with a large black and white wolf with its tail caught under a rock.

The creature saw you and cried out to you as you secured your backpack onto your back and slowly approached him.

“Easy there, if you don’t bite my hand off will you let me help you?” You asked holding your hand out cautiously as he nodded and whimpered.

You came forward to the rock to examine it.

“Alright, this might hurt.” You muttered before using all of your strength to push the rock away from his tail.

You successfully removed it and fell back groaning softly.

He quickly ran up to you and licked your face.

“Alright, it’s okay. You’re free, go.” You said before he sat and starred at you.

He whined again and gave you what you could only assume was an attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, I’ll help you. I have some things at my apartment that can help.” You said standing up and brushing yourself off as he stood up and ran forward.

You groaned and followed him back to the path you were on where he was waiting for you.

He looked so excited. You walked beside him making your way back to your apartment.

You did feel a little safer with a giant werewolf walking beside you. You finally made it back to your apartment complex and walked up to the top floor (which was only three floors up) and opened the door for the wolf.

He immediately ran inside and began sniffing everything he could, you locked your door behind you and stepped inside your apartment.

“I just need to get the medical supplies.” You let him know going into the bathroom where he quickly followed you.

“You’re very clingy.” You chuckled softly as he nuzzling into your hip.

You led him out to the living room and sat down on the floor.

“Here, sit with your back to me so I can see your tail.” You said as he obeyed immediately.

“You’re very obedient.” You muttered about to go grab his tail but he began to wag his tail at the praise.

You chuckled softly and gently held onto his tail.

“Stay still, pup.” You said inspecting his tail.

It was pretty bruised and battered but nothing too serious, you grabbed out some antiseptic.

“This will hurt a bit.” You warned him before dabbing the liquid onto his wound, you noticed he barely even flinched.

After you had made sure it was clean you wrapped it in gauze.

“Alright, I’m all done. I need to have a bath, especially after falling in the forest.” You muttered standing up as he went to follow you again.

“No, pup. You stay here.” You said as he pouted and whined softly as if to say ‘but what if I die while you’re in there?’

“Fine, but when you turn back to your human form don’t mention it.” You said as he wagged his tail again.

You went into the bathroom and began to fill up the tub as you groaned and rubbed your neck.

One the bath had filled up enough you put in some bath salts before stripping off your wet clothes and stepping in.

You noticed the wolf looked away while you undressed. At least you knew the man under the wolf was a gentleman in some way or another.

When you were in the tub he laid on the floor, you realised he didn’t want to see you naked he just wanted to be near you.

You sighed and let your body relax in the tub.

You finally finished and dried off before going to your room and getting changed.

“Do you want to leave now?” You asked the wolf as he sat and stared at you, you took that as a no.

“Alright, but you can’t sleep in my room. You’re filthy.” You said as he pouted once more.

“I’ll set up a bed outside my door, okay?” You bargained with him as he nodded.

You grabbed as many blankets and pillows as you could and set up a make shift bed outside of your door before yawning and collapsing onto your bed.

You cuddled into the sheets and switched off the light.

“Goodnight, pup.”

—

You woke up in the morning feeling a warm body against your back and an arm around your waist. You took you a moment to process and then when you did you screamed and backed away.

The stranger woke up and looked down at you.

“No, it’s okay! It’s me, the wolf.” He said as you looked at him in shock.

Seeing him in human form was definitely something. He was quite handsome too.

Just then you realised he was naked.

“Do you want some clothes?” You asked as he nodded making you chuckle.

You grabbed out some oversized hoodies and tracksuit pants and gave them to him before he got changed in front of you making you shield your eyes.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You muttered before looking back at him when he was dressed.

He suddenly lunged forward and wrapped his arms around you making you yelp in surprise.

“I’m Bucky and you’re my owner now.” He said as your eyes widened and you pushed him off you.

“I’m your what now!?” You said as he pouted when you shouted.

“You saved me and took care of me so I want you to own me.” He replied casually as you looked at him in shock.

“B-But humans owning werewolves is usually like a slavery thing, I didn’t think werewolves wanted to be owned.” You commented as he wrapped his arms around you again and nuzzled into your neck.

“When we find a human we really like we can make them our owners and I want you.” He said as you stood frozen still while he showered you in affection.

Maybe it wouldn’t be entirely bad to have a werewolf around, after all this was a bit of a rough neighbourhood and you also had some crazy exes.

“I’ll think it over today, but I have to get to work.” You said but he wouldn’t let you go.

“I don’t want you to go.” He muttered as you managed to wrestle yourself out of his grip.

“I know, but I need to earn money so I can eat and live in an apartment.” You said as he pouted again but nodded.

“You can just stay here today if you want, my shift is only four hours. I know you’ll survive, there’s food in the kitchen you can eat anything.” You said rushing around to grab some food and your uniform.

“What if you get into trouble and I’m not there.” He said as you smiled at him.

“I’ve survived this long, after last night you still need to rest.” You said as he pouted but nodded.

After you’d gotten changed and bid the werewolf goodbye you made your way to work, trying to process everything that was happening.

—

Your shift was finally over and you groaned walking outside to see Bucky waiting for you in his human form.

He ran up and hugged you tightly as you groaned again.

“I missed you so much.” He said as you sighed and chuckled softly.

“I missed you too, pup. Come on, let’s get home.” You said grabbing his hand and pulling him along.

He asked you every single tiny detail about your day and then moved onto a skin questions about your life.

By the time you reached your apartment you were exhausted.

“I think I need a nap.” You muttered beginning to strip of your sweaty uniform.

“I’m just going to have a shower then take a nap.” You said as he nodded, you took a shower and came out to get changed to see Bucky had piled blankets up onto your bed creating what looked like a nest.

You smiled softly and saw him perk up when his eyes met you.

“I made sure it was perfect for you to nap!” He said making you chuckle.

“Thanks, Bucky.” You said before collapsing onto the bed and cuddling into the blankets.

Bucky laid beside you, nuzzling himself into your chest and wrapping his arm around your waist.

Maybe having this werewolf around would turn out to be a good thing.

“Sleep well, Buck.” You whispered running your hand through his hair.

“Goodnight, Y/N”

[thedarkplume]

AN: We've reached the first chapter on Unchain Me, Sister. Thank you everyone for your likes, reblogs, and kind words for the prologue. So, let's jump right in!!

As always, thank you to my Beta @georgiapeach30513 for all her support and encouragement, and a special thanks to @maysdigitalarts for the banners.

CH ~ 1

“Many people both through social media and interviews believe that your magazine, Melanin, is racist. How do you respond to that?”

“I don’t see how anyone could say Melanin is racist,” you hear yourself say during your latest virtual interview with Gayle King on CBS Mornings. You would’ve rather made an appearance on the Today Show with Hoda Kotb and Jenna Hager. At least then you could’ve had the luxury of sipping on Mimosas. You knew the second Gayle greeted you with her plastic smile she was really picking you apart from your Bantu knots and braids to your black matte lipstick and sleeveless wine red jumpsuit with the embellished flounce on your left shoulder to the dog tags you never take off, dangling around your neck.

“So you don’t believe your exclusion of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson in last February’s issue containing the article African Americans and their Impact in Wrestling, is considered racist?”

You knew that this was basically what the entirety if this bullshit interview was about. The Rock, who you were and still are a major fan, was excluded from your article was Dwayne Johnson pulled a Tiger Woods. He even had the nerve to drop a couple alligator tears about it on Good Morning America. The jackass.

“No, I do not. For one, I did not exclude Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. He excluded himself when he publicly stated that he identifies himself as Samoan, not Black.” You stopped to take a sip from your iced coffee, heeding Asia’s hand signals to calm down. It made perfect sense that when he father died, he would retract and the world would pretend that his ‘slip of the tongue’ never happened. “I respect Dwayne Johnson’s chosen identity and when we feature Samoan wrestlers impact on the industry he will have a place on that list.”

Not all bad publicity was harmful. While the social media Karen’s had called for canceling you and Melanin (one particularly foolish person went as far as to suggest that your degrees should be taken from you), your magazine sold more copies and subscriptions than ever.

After a poignant pause, Gayle gathered herself. “From one editor to another, the goal of magazine journalism is to reach everyone, not exclude a single group of people.”

“That’s yours and your magazine’s creator’s goal. From the very first issue to the issue my team is currently putting together at this moment, I have stated in no uncertain terms that Melanin’s mission is to promote black excellence and to give others a glimpse of what it means to be a black woman, a black man, a black transgender, a black nonbinary, and a black member of the LGBTQ+ in a world ruled by non-people of color. There’s a full dating section because that’s something we’ve never had with Cosmopolitan. There’s a full recipe section because that’s nonexistent in the Food Network.”

“And what about Essence? Are you saying taht the number one magazine for African Americans does not uphold your standards of black excellence?” her condescending lilt irked your nerves.

“No. In my opinion, Essence Magazine’s definition of black standards means pandering to the actors, something that in no way whatsoever affects the black communities.”

You clicked off the tv, rolling your eyes. Essence Magazine was not at all happy with your response. Sure, you could have printed a retraction, but you never wavered on your beliefs. You refused to start with the competition.

You turned back to your mirror with a sigh. There was a time when you hated the sight of your own reflection. For you, looking in the mirror used to mean seeing the glaring physical differences between yourself, your mother, and your fraternal twin sister Faith. You didn't have your mother's flowing platinum white hair. You didn't have her mysterious seagrass green eyes, but the most defining, discouraging difference between your mother, your sister, and yourself is your lack of magical prowess. Your birth marked the first nonmagical child in your family's history since the 19th century when your ancestor conceived a son through rape.

Being a witch was a staple of the physiology of the women of your family's bloodline. Being witches forged this unbreakable bond between your mother and Faith while creating a deeply hurtful distance between you and them. A distance that grew worse with time. Once Faith experienced her first menstrual cycle, she and your mother left you and your daddy so that Faith could experience life within the coven...or that was the excuse your mother gave.

When you were fifteen, your daddy took you to your favorite restaurant and let you pick whatever DVDs you wanted from Blockbuster. It was his go-to whenever he had to give you bad news. He decided it was time to divorce your mother. Since she and Faith left, your mother had been subsequently expelled from the coven for engaging in an affair with the king of vampires. You can still remember the pain in your daddy's voice. You were hurt and disgusted.

After they left, you spent your summers reading your family's journals. Grandma Althea never spoke to you directly about vampires or her hatred of them, but in one journal written by her sister, Aunt Sheila, she recounted the night Grandpa Cecil was murdered by Robert, the vampire king's father. Your grandma raped and tortured by the ruthless abomination barely left alive. The thought of your mother leaving your daddy for the son of the monster who hurt her own mother and murdered her father sickened you. You don't exactly hate your mother, but you are as close to it as a person can be.

But there was a silver lining. Through your mother's treachery and abandonment, you developed a close, loving relationship with your daddy and grandma. Grandma Althea was crazy about your daddy and graciously opened her home to him when he and your mother married. Grandma Althea was born blind and after Grandpa Cecil's murder, the responsibility of her care fell to your mother as she was the only child. Even to this day, with your daddy remarried and your mother in the wind, Grandma Althea still lives with him.

You inherited everything from your daddy. From your gaptoothed smile to your darker curls. It took years of positive affirmations from your daddy and weekly visits to your therapist to help you see that being different from your mother and sister in both looks and abilities was okay. Now, you held your head high and you were proud to be Sam Wilson's daughter.

Usually, you thought of your mother and sister as little as possible, but those old feelings of resentment and hurt began to stir when your daddy mentioned that your mother was trying to reach out to you for some reason.

You were beyond pissed that she thought she had the right to ask anything of you, especially after the last twenty years of radio silence. Your daddy's eyes held nothing but patience and understanding as you vented your frustrations. "You're allowed to feel angry, but no matter what she's done, she's always going to be your mother, baby."

You shook your head, resolving to think about what you were going to do about your mother and by extension, your sister, another time. Right now you had better things to do. Like getting ready for date night. You patiently unraveled your twists, thrilled over the visible changes in your hair from switching products. You put the finishing touches on your hair and used your Denman brush, giving your curls lift and volume.

With your hair done, you pulled off your robe and set to lotioning your skin with your favorite body butter. Or rather, Bucky’s favorite body butter. He could barely keep his hands off you as it was, but he practically tries to gobble you up whenever he smells the chocolaty scent on your skin. You slipped on your bra and panties thinking over your weekend plans. Bucky and the pack were having another one of their Friday night barbecues. He told you not to worry about bringing anything, but of course, Jensen nixed that thought, texting you earlier in the week. He begged you to bring your homemade mac and cheese and a red velvet cake. You could never say no to Jensen.

You pulled a botanical print blue minidress from your closet. You were going to wear jeans and a flowery blouse, but then Darcy texted you, saying all the ladies were dressing up tonight because it was the first official barbecue of the midway point of the spring season. You were sure Darcy was making that up as a cover for something else, but you went with it anyway because loved the pack barbecues.

You reached for your shoes when you heard the tap tap outside your window. You turn with a grin, happy to see your little friend.

“Alpine!” you hurriedly opened the latch. The snow-white pygmy owl with the oddest blue eyes hooted in greeting. “Where have you been hiding? I missed you.” The little owl cooed against your fingers letting you stroke the top of his head. Alpine adopted you a year ago and normally visited every few weeks, but this last time, he stayed away for almost two months. You were a little worried he might have been eaten by a hawk or something. “You’ve been gone for so long. I don’t have any treats for you today.” Alpine didn’t seem to mind. He was content with just sitting in the palm of your hand. You kept your hand on the windowsill. The few times you first tried pulling your hand inside, Alpine would do a strange little hop and fly back to the windowsill. “I would love to catch you up on everything you’ve missed, but I’m going out.” As if Alpine understood you, Alpine hopped out of your hand and watched you slip on your white Gucci sandals. You glanced back to the window, unsurprised to find Alpine already gone.

You grabbed your purse rooting through it making sure you had your keys, cellphone and charger, and your wallet. You grabbed your small overnight bag, intending to spend the entire weekend on the colony with Bucky. You could pack as less as possible. After the first couple of months of dating, Bucky bought duplicates of your favorite body wash, deodorant, perfumes, body creams, and the sparse cosmetics you used. He even kept his bathroom stocked for your monthly sanitary needs so that you would always feel comfortable. You checked your bedroom one last time for anything you might forget before shutting off the lights.

In the kitchen, you carefully boxed up the double-layer red velvet sheet cake. The macaroni and cheese, well, that was going to be an issue in itself. There were exactly thirteen wolves who all had mates, and dozens of children running around. The men and the children had appetites like literal wolves, so instead of one pan, you ended up making six. You were going to have to call Bucky and tell him even with the cute wicker basket he begrudgingly installed on the front of his motorcycle, just for you, you would probably need to drive your car.

There was a single knock on your door, making you smile. “Baby doll?” he called to you, using his key to open the door.

“In the kitchen!”

Bucky stepped into your kitchen looking like a biker’s wet dream. He wore his tight jeans, dark blue Henley, and leather jacket and boots. “Hey, baby doll,” he grinned, catching you as you launched yourself in his arms. Bucky pressed his nose into your curls, breathing in your scent. “I missed you,” he mumbled against your neck, the touch of his lips had you shivering.

It was only a few hours since you last saw each other, but you felt the same way. Embracing his warmth, inhaling the scent of sandalwood, aged leather, the trees after a rainstorm, and something that was simply Bucky, you felt whole. His strong hands swept under your thighs, lifting you so you could koala hug him, and kicked the door closed behind.

“We may have a slight problem,” you said with your lips still against his neck.

“You mean a problem like you letting Jensen talk you into cooking for the entire pack and now we can’t take my bike?”

You froze, pulling back to look at him. His eyes glittered and his mouth twitched in amusement. Jensen never could keep a secret. “When did he tell you?” you asked with a sigh.

Bucky snorted. “He was antsy the whole day at the site, going on and on about the barbecue and how he should break it to Luci that she didn’t need to cook anything without her taking it personally.” Bucky shook his head. “And we all know Jensen will only risk her giving him the silent treatment if your cooking is involved.” He walked you closer to the counter as he explained, holding you up with his metal hand, and letting the other gently rub your back. “Oh, baby, you didn’t need to do all this.” Bucky opened the smaller Tupperware bowl, looking down at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“You know how much Darcy loves my deviled eggs.” Bucky looked at you with soft eyes, making you squirm in his arms. “What is it?”

“That’s one of the things I love about you. You’re always taking care of everyone around you.” Your face felt hot. Even after three years of being together, you were still not used to being loved and wanted wholly and unconditionally. “After Jensen finally confessed to coercing you--”

“You know that’s not what happened.”

“--he surrendered the keys to his jeep.”

“Jensen let you drive the Blackbird?” the man loved his comics.

“After ten minutes of following me around explaining that she prefers to be handled this way and not that way and that I should thank her after every stop. I swear to God I was this close to putting him in a headlock.”

“Be nice to Jensen. She’s his pride and joy.”

Bucky’s response was to kiss you long and slow until your toes curled in your shoes. You almost considered skipping the barbecue and making it up to the pack tomorrow, but Bucky had other plans. He lowered you down, gathering all the boxes. “Do you have everything?”

“Yep,” you answered, trying to shake off that breathless feeling you get whenever he kissed you. You grabbed your overnight bag, purse, and laptop case, looking back at the stove one last time to check that it was off. “Let’s go.”

Bucky loaded the pans along with your bags into the backseat of Jensen’s Jeep Gladiator, while you climbed in the passenger seat. You spent a great deal of your time in the colony, but a few members of the pack still weren’t overly thrilled that you not only knew their secret, but that you were dating their Alpha. Crimson hair and prying eyes came to mind. Wanda Maximoff never outright expressed her displeasure of your presence in the colony, but you could feel it in the way she looked at you. Whether it was because you didn’t share in their curse or because your ancestors created the curse, you often felt like Wanda hated you. You mentioned it to Bucky once, wondering if Wanda was a spurned ex-lover or a hopeful potential that never quite had the chance to grow into something more. It was not his story to tell, but Bucky assured you there was nothing remotely romantic between them. Wanda was just a grieving woman who lost her husband, sons, and brother in the same year.

You glanced over at Bucky as he drove you out of the Parish and away from civilization. You thought about how much your life would change when you inevitably moved in with him. You knew you would miss New Orleans city life. You would miss the tourists arriving in droves every year to gorge themselves on liquor and gumbo, explore the haunted plantations, and get lost in the music and revelry of the town. But there was a lot to look forward to in living in the colony. They had a community of their own set deep in the woods. There was a school, a grocery store, a drive-in theater, a bar that was kid-friendly between 2 and 4 pm every day and all day on weekends, a baseball field, and your absolute favorite thing of all, the little market and swap meet opened every Sunday.

Bucky noticed your dreamy stare. “What?” he laughed.

“Just thinking.”

“Must be something good with the way you’re looking at me.”

You bite your lip and say it out loud. “I was thinking about how much I’m looking forward to settling into the colony with you.”

His eyes widened and if you weren’t so sure of the love between the two of you, you would have felt discouraged by the sheer panic on his face. “Did Jensen say something to you?”

Your eyebrows rose. “Was he supposed to?” Jake did tell you everything, but if there was something he knew about you and Bucky that he was supposed to keep to himself, nothing and no one could pry it out of him. You took in Bucky’s body language. The way he shifted in the seat. How his eyes flickered from you to the road. The way his hand twitched and flexed atop your bare thigh. “Whenever you’re ready to tell me, I’ll be there to listen.”

His shoulders sagged as he took your hand, kissing the back of it. “Thank you, baby doll.”

A comfortable silence settled between you with Jensen’s eclectic mix of one-hit wonders playing and Bucky humming softly to Level 42’s Something About You. “Um, what?”

Your face felt inflamed when The Weather Girls began to play. Jensen hacked your playlist last year to get ideas for your birthday party and discovered that you listened to It’s Raining Men 10,981 times. “Hey, these ladies had two of the most powerful voices, even better than ninety percent of the ‘artists’ putting out albums now.”

“I’m not saying they don’t,” Bucky placated you with a poorly concealed smirk. “I just didn’t think Jensen listened to disco.”

“You could argue it’s post-disco since it’s 1982,” you shrugged. “Besides, Jensen is pretty open to just about anything.”

“Hmm.” Before you could ask what that one-worded response meant, Bucky said, “I miss hearing you sing.”

“Uh-uh. I don’t sing. You know that.”

“Are you forgetting karaoke night in the Obsidian Arrow?”

“Oh, that doesn’t count! You know Darcy got me drunk off my ass that night.”

“Come on, sing for me, baby doll,” Bucky fought completely unfairly, flashing you those beautiful blue eyes, begging you like he did whenever he wanted you to scream his name.

“Fine, but I want reciprocals.”

His hand inched a little higher up your thigh, his pinkie slipping underneath the hem of your dress. “Since when have you ever had to ask me to reciprocate? If it was up to me, I would spend day and night with my face between those soft thighs.”

“Bucky,” you whined, feeling both embarrassed and aroused. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled. “You sing this and I will sing something for you.”

You hid your knowing smile. Bucky was so eager to agree that he forgot his only stipulation when you asked him to sing. No Mötley Crüe. Bucky starts the track over and you begin to sing, focusing primarily on Martha Wash’s unforgettable lyrical cadence. Partially forgotten memories of Sunday mornings in the kitchen, singing with your mother as she cooks, come to you unwillingly, and in that moment, you don’t hate it.

“That was beautiful,” Bucky complimented sincerely. “ I wish you would sing more often.”

You skip songs on Jensen’s playlist looking for that one you’ve been dying to hear Bucky sing. “Singing is not for me. Faith is the one with the voice.”

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” Bucky sighed.

“Do what?”

“Make everything about your sister. Immediately expect everyone to favor her because she’s a witch.” Bucky had never met your mother and sister, and given his comments which bordered more aggressive than passive, a small perverse part of you looked forward to the day it inevitably happened. “You’re not a witch, but you’re magical regardless. Will you remember that for me?”

You swallowed the sudden lump in your throat, nodding. “I promise.” Finally, that familiar piano rift you searched for filled the car, and Bucky made a face. “Reciprocals.”

“No, no, no, no, babe, I’m begging you. Anything else!”

“Re-cip-ro-cals,” you repeated.

“You’re killing me, Smalls,” he groaned.

“Need I remind you, the night we met, you literally jumped on the bar and sang Hungry Eyes a cappella just to get my attention?”

“That song is a classic!” he defended, sticking his pretty lips in a full pout. “Besides, it was either I sing Hungry Eyes or Da Ya Think I’m Sexy with the full gyrating hips dance, and there’s no way the pack would ever let me live that down.”

Your mind went blank a little imaging Bucky doing Rod Stewart’s sex dance just for you. “Stop trying to distract me. You promised reciprocals and THIS is the song I want to hear you sing.”

Bucky huffed, shaking his head. “Fine. One time and time only.”

You had been a part of many heated discussions between Bucky and various members of the pack, including Jensen, as to why he hated rock, specifically rock music of the 1980s. You came to learn it was not the music itself, but the bands he hated. He hated the way they squandered their talents on drugs and alcohol, but most of all, he was completely disgusted by the way they used and in many cases, abused, women. It made you love him even more.

But as Bucky started to sing, your eyes misted over. His voice, Jesus, his voice. Bucky singing Home Sweet Home had to be the single most beautiful experience of your life so far. You were never a fan of the band and Home Sweet Home was the only song of theirs with a permanent place in your playlist.

When the song ended, Bucky glanced over at you. His cheeks tinged pink as you gazed at him with your chin in your palm. “Come on, baby doll, don’t look at me like that.”

“But that was so beautiful, Buck!  I could listen to you sing that for the rest of my life.”

“I’ll sing it for you every day,” he promised. “We’re going to have some visitors this weekend.”

“Oh? Who’s visiting?”

“T’Challa, Shuri, Ayo, and Okoye.”

“Really? I’ve missed them!” the Wakanda Pack was Bucky’s biggest ally. In the supernatural world, it was considered an anomaly for a pack of shifters to align themselves with werewolves, but the Wakandans couldn’t care less what anyone thought of them. They even gave Bucky a nickname. The White Wolf. “I wonder if Shuri will have time to braid my hair,” you mused, thinking how the local hairdressers sucked in comparison to the young genius.

“She will if you ask. They’re going to be hanging around for a while.”

“Oh, really? What’s the occasion?”

“Well, we’ve been planning a visit for a while. Either with us coming to them or them coming to us.”

It was a plausible explanation, but you still felt like Bucky was holding something back from you. You could not gauge whether or not it was something bad. You trusted him, though. You always had and you always would.

The moment you crossed over into the colony, you felt an immense sense of ease. You never felt unsafe in your apartment, but the sheer peace and joy you felt being around Bucky’s pack were only equal to being back home with your daddy and Grandma Althea. You could see children riding in the streets, eager to enjoy the last; hour before sunset. Some of the kids even rode up alongside the Blackbird waving at you and Bucky.

You passed the library Bucky, Jensen, and a few of the others were still building. “Oh, Bucky, the library looks amazing.” Bucky showed you the designs months ago, but you were unprepared for the magical, cottage core look. The exterior looked nothing like a traditional library. It was more like a two-story Victorian cottage with Bucky’s special Hobbit front door. “The kids are going to love it.”

“You have no idea. Davey keeps asking me when will we be done so Ms. Wilson can finish reading them The Boxcar Children.” You laughed, remembering the last time the pack threw a weekend barbecue and all of the little children surrounded you on your blanket as you read little Monica the first in the nineteen book series. “We’ll be finished with it by the end of the month.”

To no great surprise, Jensen was waiting for the two of you when you pulled up. “Is she okay? Did anything happen? You remembered how I told you to handle her, right?” he asked Bucky, barely pausing to take a breath.

Bucky opened the door for you, helping you climb down. You turned away from the two wolves grabbing your bags from the backseat. “Jensen, if you don’t the hell out of here about this damn Jeep--”

“Hey, that’s my girl you’re taking in vain like that!” Jensen yelped.

“I wouldn’t have had to touch your girl had you not roped my girl into cooking for you.”

“Oh, like I’m really the only one who begs for Rogue’s cooking!”

Bucky rolled his eyes, hard, at Jensen’s nickname for you. “You know what--?”

“Okay, okay,” you stepped between them knowing that Jensen would keep poking and prodding at Bucky until they were both on the ground wrestling like rambunctious pups. “Jensen, will you please grab the food out of the Blackbird and put it with everything else so we can drop my bags off?”

“Of course,” Jensen smiled sweetly, pecking you on the cheek, ducking smoothly when Bucky went to cuff him on the back of the head. “OOH, do I smell deviled eggs?”

You smacked his hands away as he was reaching to open the tray. “Don’t you dare. Those are for Darcy.”

“Aww, but there’s so many! Can’t I have just one?” he pouted at you.

“You can have one,” you shrugged, watching his eyes light up. “But ask yourself this, is being turned into a throw rug at the hands of a hormonal eight months pregnant mom-to-be because you got in the way of her cravings really the way you wish to leave this earth?”

Jensen paled. Darcy was as sweet as can be, but these last few months she was a complete lioness. “Fine. I’ll leave them alone.”

“Smart man,” the familiar gruff voice spoke up behind Jensen. Brock Rumlow, Darcy’s husband, and the next in command after Jensen, reached past the both of you. “I’ll take these. If Darcy rips your head off I’m not lifting a finger to stop her. Rumlow’s eyes flickered to Bucky with indifference. “Barnes.”

“Rumlow.”

You never quite understood how Bucky and Rumlow could be in a pack together. They seemed a breath away from mutual hatred, perhaps even enemies in another life, but it always tickled you to see this 5’3 woman make the towering, perpetually angry man quit being an asshole long enough to respect the man that offered them safety and sanctuary.

“Thanks for making these for, Darce,” Rumlow said, taking you by surprise. You’re pretty sure he’s only ever spoken to you once and that was when Bucky first introduced you to the pack. Three years ago. “I’ve tried, but she only likes yours.”

Even something as simple as not getting a deviled egg recipe quite right was taken as a failure in Rumlow’s eyes. You normally hoarded your recipes like a dragon collecting gold, but… “I’ll give you a copy of the recipe tomorrow.”

If you blinked, you would have missed the smile brightening Rumlow’s face giving you an inkling as to what Darcy saw in the man. “Thank you.” He cut his eyes to Barnes, his expression going blank once more. “Barnes.”

“Rumlow.”

He stalked away with his wife’s deviled eggs without bothering to speak another word to Jensen. “So, that happened,” he mumbled, watching Rumlow’s retreating form. “I’m going to go and get the steaks on the grill. Hurry and bring her back, Jimmy, everyone’s been dying to see her.”

Bucky carried your bags up the steps to his cabin. You could already smell the grill and hear the faint sounds of children’s laughter from the lake. The first time you realized all the cookouts and parties were held down by the lake, your anxiety spiked to one hundred. Bucky, love and pride swelling in his eyes, took your hand and let you watch the kids, some no older than four-years-old swim like Olympic medalists.

You stepped inside Bucky’s cabin blinking slowly. Your boyfriend had been busy since your last visit. It was already beautifully built, and the biggest in the colony in cases of attacks, but now the stairwell leading to the top floor was carpeted. The pillars were no longer wood, but cobblestone. The wood was now varnished and looked more red than brown. He replaced the leather furniture with the softest, plushest couches and chairs you’ve ever touched. Fresh flowers were placed on end tables and there were three realistic-looking trees placed around the living room that you’ve never seen before.

You turn to Bucky. He stood at your side brushing his hands down his jeans and looking anxious. “I thought maybe it was time to leave behind the rustic look. If there’s anything you don’t like or want me to bring in just tell me and I’ll--”

“Baby,” you put your hands on his chest, bringing them to his shoulders. “You don’t have to change anything for me. I love the way it looks, and I love the way it looked before. I’m happy when you are.”

Bucky closed his eyes, gently pressing his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I really don’t.”

“Bucky, you’ve been odd all night. Is something wrong?”

Instead of answering you, Bucky gestured for you to take a seat on the couch. You did, taking off your shoes, and watching him start a fire in the fireplace. Warmth quickly spread through the room. You could have dozed off if you weren’t so concerned about what Bucky could be holding back from you.

He sat beside you, taking off his jacket. “I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

“Bucky, if this is the part where you confess to me that Jensen’s famous steaks come from the two-legged variety rather than four, I should tell you that I already figured that out.  We don’t have to talk about it.” It was obvious to you when you realized the steadily declining crime rates while missing person cases of violent criminals were on the rise around New Orleans.

Bucky’s lips twitched. “Glad to know our choice of beef is Wilson Approved.” His smile dropped along with his shoulders. “But that’s not what I have to tell you.”

You take Bucky’s metal hand between yours waiting patiently for whatever it is he wants to confess. He keeps his gaze on your hands. Your soft brown skin entwined with the cool black and gold vibranium gives him strength.

“How much do you know about wolves and werewolves?”

You think back to the summers when you were a child and would visit Grand Aunt Sheila and Bonnie. While you couldn’t perform magic, she still thought it was vital that you learn everything about the supernatural world hidden from the eyes of mundanes.

“Wolves are more like shifters. They’re born. They can transform whenever they want, but it’s mostly during full moons. Werewolves are wolves that have activated an ancient curse by…” you hesitated.

“…by killing a human.” You would give anything in the world to never see Bucky smile that way again. “You can say it.”

“The war?”

“No, incidentally, war is considered a necessary evil in means of protection. All of us—Rumlow, Jensen, Barton—had our own packs. Until we activated the curse.” Bucky reached up to fiddle with his dog tags dangling around your neck. “I should’ve never gone to the army. I always thought that this power of the wolf, this gift, should be used to help those weaker than us. I served two tours before they discharged me due to a severe head injury. By all medical prognoses, I should have fallen into a coma. When I came home, things had changed within my pack. The pack leader formed an alliance with the king of vampires for more territory.” Your hand tightened around Bucky’s as a sick feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. “It was unnatural. We’re enemies. We fight and we kill each other. But Pierce was greedy. He wanted his hand in everything. It made him feel powerful. Somehow or another, my youngest sister Rebecca got mixed up with the vampire king’s son. Bryce.”

For a second, Bucky’s eyes flashed yellow and little ripples flowed over his skin as his emotions threatened to unleash his inner beast. You moved closer unafraid of the wolf clawing to the surface because of whatever horrors Bryce’s memory invoked. You dreaded the ending to this tale. You remembered that Bryce had his own section in your family’s journals. He was Steve’s son born to his human mother Margaret. Bryce was known for two things, his ethereal beauty, and his savage nature.

“I had other sisters, but Becca was my baby. I was the only one who could get her to stop crying when she was teething. She took her first steps toward me and my name was her first word. She was devastated when I left. My parents hated the idea of Rebecca being anywhere near Bryce and the other vampires in his nest, but Pierce encouraged it. He said that factional integration was good for future generations.”

“From what little the witches kept in recorded entries about Bryce, he was nothing more than a depraved monster hiding behind a beautiful face.”

“But Becca didn’t realize any of that until it was too late. She always saw the good in everyone, even when there was never any good to begin with. Bryce had more than his share of lovers in humans and even a rumored witch or two. It became a running joke that my sister was his pet puppy to play with when he was bored.” And just like that Bucky’s fury gave way to crushing sadness. “She grew tired of his games and disrespect. She ended up meeting someone else, an orphan runt who was more human than wolf. His name was Johnny and he was smitten by Rebecca from day one.”

“Smitten?” you teased, sort of delaying the inevitable.

Bucky scoffed playfully. “Yeah, just like I’m smitten with you.”

You bit your lip dreading the answer when you asked, “what did Bryce do?”

“Pierce,” Bucky growled. “I don’t know all the details, but Pierce somehow got Johnny far enough out of our territory for Bryce’s goons to grab him. He used Johnny to lure her away. I…” Bucky trembled, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I could feel her. Her fear, her agony.” Your chin trembled as you struggled to hold yourself together for Bucky. You knew exactly what he meant. Even after all this time apart, you could still feel when Faith was immensely happy and when she was unimaginably sad. “We found her in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of their territory. She was naked and beaten so badly that she was almost unrecognizable. Her body was covered in bite marks. Our blood tastes like shit to them. Her being bitten was not even about feeding, it was only to hurt her more than she already was. We brought her to Dr. Banner, the only doctor we trust with our people. Even with our advanced healing, her injuries were too severe. There was nothing he could do. Dad brought her home so that in her last moments, she would be surrounded by everyone who loves her. I didn’t want to let her go. Dr. Banner told us that she was already gone, but…I didn’t want to let her go. She died in my arms.” You quickly climbed onto Bucky’s lap, his arms encircling your waist as he sobbed into your shoulder. You slipped your hand under the back of his shirt, stroking up and down the length of his spine, and used your other to scratch his scalp. You held him close, comforting him as long as he needed. “After we buried, Rebecca, Pierce Alpha commanded me to not seek retaliation against Steve’s little bastard. That was the final straw. My dad snapped and challenged him for leadership of the pack. It was a long, brutal battle. The rest of us could only sit and watch as the two strongest people in our pack fought to the death. But in the end, dad got his teeth into Pierce’s throat forcing him to surrender. We all felt the power shift and I didn’t wait. I took off searching for Bryce.” Bucky looked at you, his eyes bloodshot and his voice heavy with grief. “I was so angry. I didn’t stop to think what the consequences of pursuing Bryce might mean for my pack.”

“How long did it take you to find him?”

“Three days. He was in what looked like an abandoned warehouse on the outside. Inside he made his own nest with gold pillows and red silk sheets. There were six other vampires with him and dozens of humans. The place reeked of sex and blood. He had another victim with him. Some kid. Couldn’t have been older than fifteen.” Bucky’s lips curled in disgust as the memory seemed to replay before his eyes. “He told me his name was Finn. He smirked at me and said, ‘he’s not as good as Rebecca was, but I played too hard with that toy.’ I lost it. I shifted before I realized that I was exposing myself to a room full of humans. There was screaming and running.  His little posse kept us apart long enough for him to get away, but that arrogant little shit thought he was untouchable. He was still lounging on his throw pillows watching me slaughter his friends.” Bucky shook his head. “I don’t remember much about the rest of the night. I attacked him, but the kid either got in the way or Bryce forced him between us. The moment his heart stopped beating, I felt it. I felt it because I was the one who killed him.”

“Bucky,” you whispered, hating the pain and anger he was still suffering under. “You didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident.”

“That’s the thing though. I’m not so sure it was an accident. I saw any and everyone associated with that piece of shit as a contributor to my sister’s death. It didn’t matter whether or not it was an accident anyways. I killed a human and that was enough to activate the curse.”

“Did the change happen right away?”

“No, but I could feel something getting ready to boil over inside me. Steve and his nest mates made it just in time to see me rip Bryce’s throat out.” That was a painful way for a vampire to die. Wolf and werewolf bites were lethal. With a vampire’s rapid healing, you could only imagine how many times the wound tried to heal itself just to rip open again and again until he died for the final time. “I knew they would kill me. I didn’t care about living or dying then. I wanted justice for my sister and I got it. I just didn’t expect the retribution.”

“What happened?”

“They kept me hostage for, I don’t know, weeks months, torturing me with silver chains and wolf’s bane. Eventually, Steve dragged me from his dungeon. I thought this was it, I’m finally going to get to see my sister again. But death was not his plan for me. He brought me back to my territory. My pack, my family, were laid out on the grass, tortured, mutilated. Barely alive. Steve forced me down on my knees so I couldn’t turn away. He said, ‘you took my son from me, now I will take everything from you.’ He…he pulled a lighter from his pocket and…I can still hear their screams. Still smell the burning flesh. He grabbed my arm and twisted and pulled until it was only hanging on by a piece of skin.”

You didn’t mean to cry. You wanted to be strong for Bucky,  but as you envisioned in your mind’s eye, King Steven’s cruel blue eyes, glaring emptily at Bucky, enjoying the physical anguish he was inflicting, you broke down. Bucky held you tightly, shushing the heavy sobs wracking your body.

“What? What is it?”

You tried to calm down enough to get the words out. “How? How can you stand being with me knowing my mother is his mistress?” you hiccuped. “He—he took everything from you! How can you look at me and not hate—?”

“Never,” he said, firmly, his eyes hard and unwavering. “Your mother destroyed your family because she thought she deserved better than what she had. That’s on her, not you. I love you more than anything in this world. I want you by my side always.” You started crying more when Bucky reached in his pocket and pulled out a ring box. “I pictured this moment with fewer tears from both of us,” you shared watery laughs. “But I wanted you to know everything about me before I ask. Will you marry me, baby doll?” he opened the box revealing a beautiful diamond-encrusted rose gold, opal engagement ring with green moss splintering across the opal.

You glanced at it for a split second. “Yes, Bucky! Yes, I’ll marry you!” you kissed him hard, barely giving him any time to slip the ring on your finger. Bucky picked you up in his arms, still kissing you as he carried you upstairs.

Outside you heard a chorus of baying howls and small yips as the pack, who were apparently eavesdropping all the way from the lake, celebrated.

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his to claim | bucky barnes

[Warnings] dark!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader, a/b/o dynamics, werewolf au, fury!reader, monica is a fury too, sam wilson x monica, virgin!innocent!reader, hint of ddlg dynamic, noncon sex, noncon marking, soulmates au, oral sex (female recieving), kidnapping

A/N: enjoy this long (long for me at least) one-shot! 

In which you befriend a lonely Alpha.

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Sam knew Bucky was in one of his moods. One of his moods where he’d disappear for five days, not give a clue to where he was going, and return covered in blood. Although Bucky’s closest friend and Beta to his pack, Sam, was getting married this week, Bucky was stuck in his ways. Bucky knew that a wedding meant that another pack would be invading his land, filling the pack house with strangers, and two packs meant there would be two Alphas. Although he respected Alpha Fury, Bucky wasn’t the type to get along nicely with others, especially other Alphas. 

It was one in the morning when the white wolf passed through the tree line, the packhouse coming into view. The three-story cabin fit many of the high-ranking families and was the center of most pack activities. Meetings, gatherings, and celebrations for the Winter’s Shield pack were all held here. 

Bucky shifted, each one of his bones cracking roughly back into place as if they’d forgotten they were half-human. As he expected, there was a pair of shorts waiting for him on the porch. Nat always hated when he’d show up naked in the middle of the night. This is my house, he’d say. Save it for your mate, she’d say back. Bucky would always scoff at that. Not many Alphas make it to their thirties without a mate and Bucky was quite willing to keep his single streak going. 

The house was heated, comforting him after losing the warmth of his coat. Still, he was covered in elk blood and could use a shower along with a twelve-hour nap. He walked towards the winding stairs, only to hear rumbling in the kitchen, and deciding to investigate. He was the only night owl around here, or at least that’s what he thought. 

He could already smell that there were foreigners around and prayed this week would go by fast. Flicking on the kitchen light, he found you sitting on the island counter. You looked up from your carton of chocolate ice cream with wide eyes. He expected you to freak out at the sight of him but it seemed you were more embarrassed on your behalf rather than frightened. 

“Sorry … I was just gonna have one bowl and then that turned into two. And then  …” You emphasized the spoon that was sitting in the mostly eaten carton. Omega, his wolf said. There was a strange omega sitting on his kitchen counter in oversized pajamas and hair rollers. His eyes fell to something sitting behind her which she instantly pushed further behind her back in panic, “There’s a little left if you want some.”

“Who are you?” Bucky asked, a little more harshly than he intended. 

“Y/N,” You answered, a bit flustered, “I’m Monica’s sister … also her maid of honor. I know there isn’t usually a maid of honor in our wedding ceremonies but there’s always a maid of honor in the movies. I’m gonna throw her such a cool bachelorette party, Natasha said we could have it in the living room-”

Bucky felt suffocated by your excitement. Feeling overwhelmed by the bright lights and whatever his wolf was feeling for you, he said, “Stop,” He raised a hand, confused by your comfortableness with the situation. You talked to him, an Alpha, so casually and you didn’t seem at all frightened by his bloody appearance,  “Do you know who I am?”’

“Alpha Barnes,” You hopped down from the counter, making sure to keep whatever you were hiding behind your back, “Sam said you’d be back at some point. They made a bet on whether or not you’d get back before or after my dad left. Everyone said you’d skip the wedding.” 

Alpha Fury’s second daughter. An Omega. An annoying, little, ice-cream stealing Omega. 

“Well here I am,” Bucky stepped closer to you and was surprised when you didn’t even blink at that. An omega raised by an Alpha, you were something Bucky had never encountered, “Why are you raiding my kitchen so late at night, Omega.”

There was a flash of sadness in your eyes, “I had a nightmare … ice cream always makes me feel better. You ever get nightmares, Alpha Barnes?” Bucky’s brows furrowed. 

“No,” Bucky spoke coldy, confused about what was pulling him closer to you. 

“Nuh-uh, no way,” Bucky thought you were challenging him but there was an innocent smile on your face, “My Dad said you’ve fought in lots of battles, challenged a lot of other Alphas, you must see a lot of terrible stuff. You never even get a little bit scared?”

Bucky ignored your pressing question, the look on his face frustrated, “What’s behind your back?”

“Uhm … what’s behind yours?” You tried distracting him but Bucky knew there was nothing behind him. 

“Show me,” He commanded, knowing that Omega inside of you wouldn’t want to disobey him. 

You huffed. 

Stupid alphas, Bucky heard your voice but your lips didn’t move. 

You pulled an old, stuffed bear from behind your back, “It’s Mr. Cuddlebear …. he also helps with the nightmares,” In his eyes, you were definitely too old to have a stuffed animal but his wolf found it endearing. He hated that, “You never got scared even when you were a little? No monsters under the bed? Boogeyman in the closet?”

“It’s late,” Bucky changed the subject, “I’m sure we have a long week ahead of us. I’d take … that-”

“Mr. Cuddlebear,” You interrupted, reminding him of your teddy bear’s name. 

“Go to bed, little wolf.”

Stupid Alpha voice. 

You rolled your eyes as your feet began to move before your brain began to register, “Goodnight, Alpha Barnes,” You left the kitchen, carrying the teddy bear with you, “Sleep tight, don’t let the vampires bite.” He heard your little giggle as you climbed up the stairs. 

Bucky placed his hands on the counter, staring at the ice cream. Did he ever have nightmares? No one had ever asked him that before. 

Bucky cleaned up nice, you thought as you looked at him across the room. No one expected him to even come, let alone put on a nice suit jacket. The rehearsal dinner was loud with both Winter’s Shield and the Daystar pack mingling together for the first time. Sam seemed to be having the time of his life, your father was being much lighter than usual, and Monica was …. well, Monica. 

You were talking with a bunch of people, giving out the sugar cookies you’d made when you made eye contact with him. He drank from his glass of wine and you noticed he was standing with Sam and Monica. She was in the prettiest yellow dress and you could tell Sam was happy to find a mate so beautiful. 

You’d looked away, focusing on meeting everyone when Monica started to walk towards you. 

“Stay away from him, please,” She stepped in front of you.

“Stay away from who?”

“Alpha Barnes,” She spoke lowly. 

“He’ll be your Alpha soon, you know.”

“You don’t think I know that?”

“I already met him, Monica,” You smiled, “He was nice to me in like a weird, cold way.”

She shook her head, your words seeming to worry her more, “That’s what I’m worried about,” She grabbed your hand, leading you away to one of the tables in the corner. You had a plate of sugar cookies in your hands, some you’d made especially for the party to give out, “You have a tendency to make people like you but you don’t want him to like you, trust me. All that stuff Daddy taught us still stands, it doesn’t matter that we know him now. So just sit here, and do nothing, please.”

“But what about my cookies? I have to give them out!” You whined as she fenced you in, forcing you to sit down.

“I’ll do it,” She smiled, taking the plate from your hands, “You’ve socialized enough I think so just … relax.”

“But-” She was already walking away. You loved your sister, she was your best friend, but she was still a Beta. She had no idea what it was like to be you, surrounded by jerks who thought they were better than you. Maybe that’s why you liked talking with people so much, to prove that maybe you were more fragile than them but you weren’t invisible. Right now, you felt invisible. 

You could only watch everyone have fun without you for so long and you got out of the seat about ten minutes later. You left the large white tent, where it was much cooler, and you didn’t mind being alone as much. 

You told yourself to cheer up, trying not to frown. A week from now, you’ll be home, you’ll be on house arrest again but without Monica. You were going to savor this small vacation no matter the obstacles. 

Bucky found you outside sitting in the grass as you stared up at the moon. He got that feeling again, his wolf wanting to be closer to yours, and wished he felt differently. You looked back at him as you felt him approaching, and you heard Monica’s voice in your head telling you to stay away. 

“Did you try my cookies?” Your lips pulled into a smile that, like everything about you, confused him. 

“I didn’t … I watched Sam eat six of them though,” The tall Alpha responded, sticking his hands into his pants pocket. 

“Watching your perfect, Alpha-physique?”

Bucky actually felt the need to smile though he kept himself controlled, “Something of that nature, yes.”

“Awe, a few cookies won’t hurt,” You stood up from the ground, dusting off your dress. Bucky noticed your mary jane’s and the little butterfly clips in your curls, “Let me guess, you only prey on innocent animals.”

The Alpha smirked, “I’ll make sure to try your cookies next time, little wolf.”

“Sadly, there won’t be a next time,” You stepped past him and he followed after you, as you walked towards the tree line, “My father will probably find me a mate that lives across the country so he doesn’t have to deal with me.”

“Ah, that’s right,” Both Monica and Fury wanted to make it clear to him that you were practically claimed. You didn’t know yet but Peter Parker of the Stark pack was waiting for you. Fury was planning a quick, summer wedding, “I can’t imagine the poor fool who will have to deal with your kitchen raids and Mr. Cuddlebear.”

You grinned, “You remembered his name?” Bucky remembered and he’d been watching you ever since that late night, “I thought you might laugh at me, Monica does.”

Bucky was quiet for a long moment and, as you looked at him, it seemed that his mind was racing with thoughts, “I’ve had nightmares before,” He stated and you waited for him to elaborate. 

“What happened in them?” You prodded softly. 

Another long pause, “When was the last time you shifted?”

You figured that’s all you were going to get out of him. You thought for a moment, “I can’t even remember. Not since the winter solstice at least.”

“Let’s go on a run,” Bucky said, not waiting for you to agree. He picked up his pace, walking past the tree line and expecting you to follow. You hurried after him, your heart suddenly beginning to pound in your chest. 

“Alpha Bucky, Monica will kill me. Literally. She threw a hairdryer at me once,” You said, sounding panicked, though you got deeper and deeper into the woods, “And what about my dress?”

He turned around suddenly and you almost ran into his broad chest, “Take it off,” He ordered. Your hand instinctively reached up to the strap and you panicked, “Go behind a tree, I mean.”

“But Monica-”

“You’re an adult, right?”

You shrugged, “I try to be-”

“Then you can decide. Besides that, I’ll be Monica’s Alpha soon enough.”

You imagined her throwing a fit but you still conceded, walking to find a tree to hide behind, “It might take me a second, I think I’m a shy shifter.”

“Take your time, little wolf,” His words were more comforting than you expected. 

You stripped from your clothes behind the tree, trying not to imagine what Monica would think of you. An unmated female getting naked in the forest with an unmated male in the middle of the forest? There were all types of moral codes you had to be breaking. 

Standing in the cold, you shut your eyes tightly. Monica taught you the counting method when you were younger. You tried to tune out the rest of your thoughts, focusing on the nature around you, as you counted down from ten over and over again. It was instinct after that, the Moon Goddess taking over and unleashing your inner wolf. You didn’t feel the pain as your bones molded into their new positions and you became the second version of yourself. 

When you stepped from behind the tree, the white wolf was towering over your small, grey figure. 

His head tilted down towards you and you could already tell his wolf wanted to be more friendly with you than his human self. He smelled you, biting at your neck but you were even more playful in wolf form. You walked between his legs, confusing him, until you ran in the opposite direction. He chased after you and you didn’t expect to outrun him but you planned to give him a run for his money. 

He couldn’t sleep with you so close by. He tried going on another run to clear his head but his mind was full with you. He’d lived a long life yet this feeling in his soul was brand new. Never had Bucky desired anyone to be anything but a casual fling. His wolf wanted more than to just conquer you which was territory Bucky found hard to navigate. What would it say for his legacy if he took an Omega as his mate? How empty would he feel if he let you go tomorrow? What relationships would he throw away in order to claim you as his?

Covered in sweat, he pulled the sheets from his body, sitting up in his bed. 

Nightmare, his wolf echoed in his mind. Bucky rubbed his temples. That wasn’t a nightmare to him, he was just an overthinking mess. He was going to ignore that feeling until he sensed something was truly wrong. 

She dreams of pain and suffering.  

Go to her. 

Bucky stood up from his bed, filing out of his room, and down the long hallways of the packhouse. He pressed his ear to your door, his hand lightly touching the doorknob. He heard soft whimpers from the inside and, for a moment, he resisted you. He would turn around and try to go back to sleep. Instead, his wolf took control. 

Bucky opened the door, your whimpering continuing and you stirred although it wasn’t because of him. He closed the door gently, moving towards your bed, crossing a boundary that he was sure would be frowned upon. Your cheeks were stained with tears and you seemed to be grabbing Mr. Cuddlebear for dear life. 

He sat carefully at the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch you, “Y/N,” He whispered, trying to suppress the anger that he felt over the pain you were in. 

“No, no,” You whispered over and over again. 

“Little wolf,” He whispered again, his hand on your arm. The Alpha’s touch startled you out of your sleep and your eyes were wide with fear as you came back to consciousness. You weren’t sure why he was in your room or why your nightmares were getting so bad, “It’s just a bad dream-”

You sat up from your position and wrapped your arms around the Alpha. He seemed to freeze at your touch but you hugged him tighter for comfort. He wrapped his arms around you, his hand tentatively rubbing at your back and you heavily breathed against his chest. 

“I’m sorry, I just … you were crying.”

“I-I woke you up?”

“No,” Bucky lied, “I was just walking by and I heard you.”

“Alpha Bucky?”

“Yes?”

“Everything’s going to change tomorrow. My wolf, she senses something bad coming, and she’s scared.”

Bucky stiffened again, his wolf beginning to worry.  “Something bad? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know but the dreams are getting worse.”

“What do you see in your dreams?”

“I’m … I’m walking in his field, there’s so much sunshine and flowers a-and I’m walking towards the sun. I’m walking and walking and I’m happy and then I just start to sink into the ground. And I’m drowning and it feels like someone is holding me, pulling down further and further. I can’t breathe and there’s just this darkness a-and I-I-”

“Hey, hey,” He shushed you, sensing you were about to hyperventilate,  “It’s okay. Nothing is going to take you away. No one, do you understand?”

He felt you nodding and he grabbed you tighter, deciding he was going to hold you for as long as you needed him to. 

“I didn’t tell you because of this reason-”

The pen in Bucky’s hand snapped in half and his fists balled up tightly, “Sam, today is your wedding, I understand that but this is my territory. I decide who comes in and out of it. That’s final.”

“They’re already here-”

“Then send them away. Fury is trying to push me and this is the final straw.”

“He’s already married the first daughter off, he’s just trying to do the same with Y/N. And he knows that this is a chance for three alphas to sit down and discuss what we’re going to do about the rogue situation.”

Feeling that he was drawing blood from clenching his fist so hard, he moved them under his desk.  “I can handle problems that concern my own pack. Tony is even more arrogant than Fury, we’ll never agree.”

“You have to at least try, Alpha,” Sam sighed, “You haven’t found one woman you’d consider having little Buckys with. Maybe Stark will bring someone that will pique your interest?”

Bucky ignored him, “When Stark arrives-” Sam let out a triumphant cheer, “-Bring him and Fury to my office. I won’t need you here, I’m sure you’ll have much to prepare for this evening.”

“You won't regret this.”

Bucky followed Peter’s line of sight. There you were, standing in a beautiful periwinkle dress, waiting for your sister to walk down the aisle and join an anxious Sam. The birds were singing, a violin was being played, and everyone was collectively ready to celebrate the joyous moment. Everyone except Bucky.

Of course, Peter wanted to look at you, a beautiful creature, an unmated female, he'd be lucky to call you his mate. He was young like you, he'd be able to get all your references, keep up with your energetic ramblings, you'd get to go far away from your father and you'd be so happy. You'd forget all about Monica. You’d forget all about the week you spend in Winter’s Shield. 

The wedding went off without a hitch and Bucky watched you have the time of your life. Peter targeted you, of course, that was the entire reason was her, to woo you and it was working. You were dancing together, laughing when Peter made a silly misstep.

Bucky shooed away every Stark girl who tried to approach him, even denying a Beta, until he was standing alone in the corner. 

The festivities calmed down late into the night, you had to say goodbye to Peter, Monica was whisked away to a “private cabin” and everyone else returned to their rooms. Your father reminded you to pack your things as you’d be leaving early in the morning. 

Looking at Mr. Cuddlebear sitting on your bed, you were reminded of the events of last night. You didn’t expect so much kindness from the cold Alpha but, as Monica warned you, he seemed to like you. You still thought she was being dramatic with her warning and that she would grow to like her new Alpha. 

You never did really get to thank him and he also never tried your cookies. You had an amazing idea and late-night baking always led to amazing things. 

Bucky was pacing the length of his room when there was a knock at his door. His wolf knew instantly that it was with you like the Moon Goddess had answered his prayers. He was fighting every natural urge in his body and he planned to hide away until everyone was gone tomorrow. Now, he had no idea what he was going to do. 

When Bucky opened the door, you were standing with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, and a kind smile on your face, “A thank you for last night,” You offered, “I figured you’d like a plain chocolate chip cookie. I’m not sure though-”

“Come in,” Bucky said quickly, closing the door behind you. You noted that he was still wearing his dress pants though he was only wearing a sleeveless undershirt at his top. Though you’d seen him shirtless before, this time felt more intimate. 

“Try one,” You insisted, “Please.”

Bucky was hesitant, his diet not usually including such human pleasures, but he was quite surprised with the first bite. You seemed nervous, expecting a good reaction which Bucky found adorable, “They’re good,” Bucky nodded, “I mean, they’re great. Here, come sit down.”

As you took a seat on the edge of the giant bed, Bucky grabbed the glass and plate from your hands, moving to set it on the nightstand, “Your room is … big.”

You grew a bit nervous as the bed dipped beside you and Bucky took a seat. You always felt his strong energy, even last night, but now it was a bit overpowering. You blamed it on the approaching full moon and tried to ignore it, “You don’t like it?”

“No, no, I like it. It’s … simple,” Bucky tried his best to register your mood. Were you nervous? That was the last feeling he expected to feel from you. You were always rambling or talking about something you were annoyingly passionate about. 

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, his head turned to you. 

You didn’t answer him, “What do you know about the Stark pack?”

Bucky’s hands folded together and his jaw clenched as reality set in, “I sense you know of your father’s plans.”

“I had a suspicion,” You sighed.

“And … you’re unhappy with his decision?” 

You were quiet for a moment, “What if it isn’t a good idea?”

“I’m sure … I’m sure your father wouldn’t lead you astray. The man infuriates me but he’s usually quite wise …”

“You’re right …” You said, staring back at the Alpha who seemed to be experiencing a whirlwind of emotions behind his eyes, “My nightmares, they just make me nervous for the future-”

“You could stay,” Bucky stated quickly, sure of himself. His hand touched your thigh and your eyes began to widen, “With me, I mean. And, of course, Monica would be here too.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “You don’t mean … I’m an Omega, Alpha Bucky.”

A thin smile pulled at his lips, “I’ve noticed that, yes. Believe me, my offer does not come from a place of ignorance. I’ve been thinking about this, I promise, and it could be good for both of us. You could stay near your sister and I could …”

It took everything in you to push away from that bed, “My Dad would be livid. Beyond livid, actually. And Peter. The treaty. It would throw everything off balance, Alpha Bucky.” He stood, his shadow draping over you as you took a hesitant step back. 

“Who needs balance if there is a connection here. My wolf feels yours, they’re drawn to each other, I know you can sense that.”

“Bucky-”

“Listen, little wolf, please,” He insisted, stepping closer, “I’ve never been sure before, not in my entire life. This, I am sure about.”

You shook your head, “Well, I am not,” Bucky’s eyes seemed to darken, “I like you and there’s a connection, yes, but as my father’s daughter, I have responsibilities. I respect him too much to go behind his back. You have to understand that.” 

“You came here tonight. That night in the forest. You didn’t know it but you called me to your room last night. What am I supposed to make of your advances-”

“Advances? I thought you were a friend-”

“Stop,” He commanded, leaving your body frigid from the power of his voice, “Don’t move.”

He took your face into his hands and you whimpered, “Bucky, I gave you the wrong impression.”

“No, you may not know it yet but this is what your wolf wants. We’re animals, underneath it all, and there’s only so much we can control our own desires,” You pushed against his chest when he smashed his lips on yours. You bit down on your bottom lip, wishing your feet would push you further away from him. When he pulled away, he was grinning, blood on his lips, “Biting, huh? I’m happy to play along with your game.”

You opened your mouth but he was too quick, “Don’t scream, little wolf. The screaming is the next part.”

His hands move to your waist, pulling you into his muscular body. He kissed you again, kissing the sides of your mouth and chin.  Your hands pulled into small fists as he held you, his touch sending foreign feelings through your body. You felt an overwhelming warmth, more than his body heat, but the warmth of the bond his own wolf felt for yours. His mouth met with your neck and that's when your lips parted and moans escaped your lips. 

“Please,” Was all you could manage. “Please stop.”

Your mouth was saying one thing but it was clear to him that you enjoyed his touch, “Don’t think of me like the bad guy, Omega. When I’m your Alpha, I won’t be like Fury. I’ll let you be who you are, you won’t be just an object to pawn off for power. You’ll be my Omega but you’ll stand beside me, not behind. You’ll be happy with me. I can take the nightmares aways, remember?”

“No, no,” You resisted, knowing deep down that he was that darkness in your dream. You were right to be scared but you hadn’t suspected that you should be scared of me, “M-My father will challenge you a-and you’ll lose any respect you once had.”

He grabbed you roughly by your chin, his forehead pressed against yours as he held your body, “I’ve never cared much for puritanical pack society … why should I care now, Omega?”

You sniffled, “Because you care about me?”

“You’re young, little wolf. I don’t expect you to fully understand but it's because I care that I have to do this. It will only hurt for a little while, okay?” He wasn’t asking for permission and as he pulled his face from yours, his eyes went black, and you were already screaming as his sharp canines protruded from his mouth. 

He pulled your head to the side, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. As you collapsed, he kept you in his arms, and you both went down to your knees. It was an indescribable pain, paralyzing, until it wasn’t. Your vision blurred as it felt like the strongest drug rushed through your body. It was not the way you imagined you’d be marked, you surely weren’t in love, and the man who’d claimed you was unhinged. 

As you slipped into the darkness, you heard someone screaming your name. You felt a little hope that you’d be saved but you couldn’t hold on longer. 

You grabbed your shoulder instantly as your eyes shot open, roughly pulling yourself from slumber. You winced, your hand running over the bandaged skin, as you realized the magnitude of the situation. Taking a moment to look around your surroundings, you found that you were somewhere that you didn’t recognize. 

It was a small, one-room cabin, the living room, kitchen and the bed you were on were all in the same room. A tear slipped down your face as you threw your legs over the side of the bed. Your legs were bare, your bridesmaid dress gone, and a large t-shirt was the only thing that you were wearing. He’d undressed you all the way and had no problem with it, probably due to the fact that he’d bonded you together for life. 

He’d even made sure to bring Mr. Cuddlebear along though you weren’t sure anything could calm you now. 

As you were about to push yourself off the bed, the cabin door opened, and a shirtless, freshly-shifted Bucky appeared. He took one look at you and his jaw clenched. 

“W-Where are we?”

“Couple miles off of my territory,” He stated, shutting the door and walking to the kitchen. As he turned his back, you got up from the bed, moving cautiously towards the fireplace which was closer to the door, “So no one can bother us.”

“My Father, where is he? How did you … without him knowing …” 

He reached into the cabinet, grabbing a glass to fill with tap water. You were eyeing the door, wondering if he was just pretending to be distracted by his task, “Oh, he knew,” Bucky chuckled, “He was livid, like you said, but he couldn’t do anything. He can’t touch you anymore now that you’re bitten. No one can.”

Your face fell, “But-” Bucky turned around and it hit you. The bite reshaped your chemistry and now any Alpha wouldn’t be able to get near you until you were fully mated. Alpha Fury wasn’t coming for you. 

But Monica-

“Monica isn’t coming either, little wolf. Remember, I’m her Alpha now too,” Bucky moved forward, the glass in hand, “You should drink, you lost a good amount of blood.”

You stepped to the side, moving away as he approached, “You knew you’d only hurt me, even when I thought you were my friend.”

His lips pressed into a thin line as he moved closer, “I know that’s how you feel now-” You climbed onto the couch and over it as he moved closer, “Y/N, come here. Now.” You eyed the door, now closer to it than he was. 

“You’re a monster.”

“Little mate, if you continue to not listen to me, I’m going to come over there, throw you over my shoulder, and tie you down to that bed for the next few days because that's just the type of mood I’m in right now.”

“I’ll never. Be. Your mate-”

 The sound of breaking glass made you jump and you watched the cup crumble in his grasp. Almost falling, you made a sprint for the door. As soon as you’d gotten it open, a hand was above you, slamming it closed. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you back towards the bed. 

He pushed you down onto it, making sure not to put any pressure on your bite, before climbing on top of you. He pinned down your kicking legs, saying, “You’ll hurt yourself, little mate,” He tried to console you, shushing you as you began to whimper, “Please don’t fight it anymore…” But you panicked even more as he lifted your shirt. 

He gripped your thighs tightly, pulling your exposed sex to his mouth. One hand you could barely move because of the bite, the other gripped the comforter tightly, as he kissed between your thighs. Of course you’d never been touched so Bucky would be as gentle as he could manage. He also knew that your new bite would heighten every feeling he gave you and it wasn’t long before you’d be a mewling mess. 

You thought that maybe you’d gone into heat, that’s why his touch felt so good, but you were very wrong. You could only imagine what it would feel like when your body craved to be pregnant. He cooled your fire, and within thirty seconds you were already having your first orgasm. He kept his mouth on you as you rode out the pleasure, not letting you take any breaks as he began to kiss up your body, moving the shirt further and further up your body. 

He kissed over your mark which sent waves of pleasure through you, making him growl, “You’re mine, little mate,” Then he kissed your lips as you moaned against them. As he positioned himself between your legs, you knew what was coming. 

“Bucky, please. I-I’m scared.”

“It’ll hurt just for a little while,” He assured you, reaching above you to grab Mr. Cuddlebear, “Hold on to your bear, little wolf.”

You held the stuffed bear tightly against your chest as he positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel how big he was even as you tried to avoid eye contact with him. Looking away didn’t last long as he grabbed your chin, making sure he could see your face as he slid each inch inside of you. He stretched you open, taking the air from your lungs, as you tried to adjust to the feeling. 

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” He grunted, leaning down to kiss your chin. He’d slowly pull in and out of you, letting you get used to him. He kissed over your mark again, easing the pain, and turning your whimpers into moans, “Good girl, my good girl.”

“Please,” You started to wish for him to push you over the edge, to give you another orgasm, not for him to let you go. He kissed you, using his hand to rub your sensitive bulb as he pushed in and out of you, “Please, please - ah!”

Your back arched and your senses were delighted as an orgasm ripped through you. He didn’t slow, speeding up his pace, as he went back to kissing over your bite. He reached below you, pulling you further down onto his member. He was animalistic, every natural instinct in his body telling him to pleasure you until you couldn’t walk anymore and to round your belly. 

You came again, this time at the same time as him, your bodies melting together as he released within you. As he laid against you, catching his breath, you could see the setting sun shining through the window. He wasn’t anything like you feared and maybe that's why you trusted him so easily.

“You’ll be happy with me one day, I promise,” He kissed your wet cheeks. 

Part of you hoped you could trust him again because, after all, that mark was forever.

[boxofbonesfic]

I keep having seriously dirty thots about Bucky and his little Bunny 🥵

Like just imagine how fucking hot they get for each other. There's something seriously arousing about that wild, feral, bloody fucking.

Shit. I done fucked myself up again.

god, and you just know he loves to bite.

Bucky doesn’t like to stay in one place, that much you’ve learned in the uncountable days since you saw the moon for the first time. Really looked, really saw her cold, bright fury as Bucky sliced your soul to ribbons and sewed it back up again.

“Time to go, bunny.” His voice is soft and dark like the blankets he’s wrapped you in. You’re on the floor in front of the fireplace, and it’s not even morning yet. You can feel the rasp of his beard against your skin as he peppers your bare back with kisses. “No,” You murmur in protest, turning back towards the heat blazing in the hearth. Sharp, sweet, stinging pain makes you whine—your blood is coppery on the air, and you feel his tongue bathe the broken skin at your hip. His teeth find you again, sinking into the meaty flesh of your ass as you feel his cock pulse hard against your leg. “No, rabbit?” He repeats, dragging his canines over the curve of your ass. You’re not sure if you’re still wet from the last time he took you, or if this slick is new and fresh, but your core pulses hungrily all the same. And when he seats himself inside of you, his teeth locked into your throat, your “no” becomes a cacophony of yes, yes, yes.

[heavenlyhandscribbles]

Red and (presumed) Dead

Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, A\B\O aspects heavily used, mentions of abuse in a past relationship, sexual content, slower burn, but not the slowest, mentions of dom reader, domination and submission aspects, Shibari, werewolf au, hypothermia mentions.

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Summary: After finding a body on his porch, Bucky has a proposition...

Word count: 1.7k roughly

AN: First upload on the new writing tumblr, lets see if I still go it.

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Bucky woke up slowly like he did most mornings, his hands sliding over the comforter as he sighed, and his back cracking as he stretched with a groan. He reached over for his phone, noticing the lack of messages from Steve, but one message from Sam that was asking if he wanted to get coffee that morning. He shot back a thumbs up and moved to go shower, his hand sliding through his hair as he yawned lazily.

The haze of tiredness followed him to the tiled bathroom as a shiver filled his ribs and spine, forcing a shudder out of him as he looked out the window to his side, smiling at the sunrise that heaved through the clouds before he opened the shower and turned it on. Steam filled the area around him as he stripped from the simple boxers he slept in. He stepped in without hesitation, the cold temperature of the outside from the snow of the night before disappearing as he did. He went through the motions of washing himself as he looked down, his cheeks flustering as he thought back on the conversation Steve forced him through last night.

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“Buck, doesn’t it get lonely out here?” Steve asked, raising a brow as he poked the food Bucky had made for them both.

“I have you and Sam, it’s not all bad.” He said, taking a bite of the steak he’d made.

“That’s not what I meant, Bucky.” He muttered, adding in, “Sam settled with this cute beta from the coffee shop you two go to, and I’m interested in the omega that works at the art store I buy from, but what about you punk?” He asked, not meaning any harm.

Bucky sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, “Steve I can’t get into a relationship right now, or even think about mates. I wanna be here.”

“Who’s to say the person you find doesn’t wanna live in the desolate woods with no contact to anyone ever again.” Steve smirked, glaring him down, “Come on Buck, you can’t just stay here and fuck your fist forever.”

“Who says so?” He snapped back, flushing a bright red at the terminology Steve was using.

Bucky didn’t need a partner. He was just fine in his cabin by himself.

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Bucky slid out of the shower with quiet motions, wiping himself down with a towel quickly as he moved back to his bedroom, going to his closet to grab clothing for his coffee run. He slid on a black t-shirt and a flannel jacket to follow, pairing it with jeans as he moved back to his kitchen, smiling at the slowly starting snowfall. He would stay home and read after his coffee run to stay warm.

He took a step closer to his front door, pausing as his body tensed up, the smell of a fire and chocolate filling his nose as he stepped closer, throwing it open with a cocked brow.

There was a body on his porch.

There was a woman’s body on his porch.

There was a woman’s body, who was clad in a red sweatshirt only despite it being twenty below zero outside on his porch.

Panic filled his body with ice, even on the outside he knew that this was to blame as he let out a shuddered noise. He pulled out his phone, calling Sam quickly as he muttered as soon as he heard the phone click signifying he picked up, “Can’t come to coffee, something came up.”

Sam didn’t get to say anything as he hung up too quickly, immediately throwing his phone somewhere else as he picked up the body, moving quickly to the guest bathroom that actually had a tub as he set her down onto the guest bed gently. He took her pulse , sighing in relief that it was still there, although very faint.

He didn’t think as he went through the motions of filling the tub with room temp water halfway, moving to his living room next and starting the fire quickly. Days in the cold winters of the ditches and the German freeze’s taught him enough about how to deal with hypothermia or freeze victims. He moved back into the bedroom, picking up the body as he frowned, but he quickly pulled out his hunting knife, cutting off the red sweatshirt and jeans she wore as he picked her up, moving her into the bathtub slowly and gingerly, “Easy…”

He sat back, turning the water on as he began to slowly make the temperature more warm, holding himself accountable as he kept his eyes on the faucet and her face. She was pretty, without a doubt, her hair darkened by the water as her flesh gave the implication of being soft and pliable.

There was a flinch in the water as it reached a normal bath water temperature as she woke quickly, gasping out as she sat up in the water suddenly. Bucky was quick to grab her shoulder with his flesh hand, pushing her back down quickly, “Hey hey- easy.”

She looked up, her eyes wide as she yelled out, “WHO ARE YOU?”

He flinched back at the loud noise, his eyes narrowing, before he inhaled, muttering softly, “I’m Bucky, I found you on my porch. I brought you inside cause it’s below zero and I didn’t want you dying.”

She frowned, realization hitting her as she realized she was naked save for a bra and some thin underwear, “What did you do to me?”

“I had to cut your clothes off of you cause your things were frozen solid. If I was gonna save you from hypothermia or dying I had to.” He sighed, tucking his metal hand into his pocket as he spoke, “Hold on.”

He stood, moving to grab some spare clothes as he came into the bathroom, setting them on the counter, “What were you doing on my porch?”

“I was passing by and got cold.” She answered quickly, covering herself in the tub as she glared up at him, noticing his metal arm with a gasp. He paid no mind to the noise, ignoring her shocked expression as he took out towels from above the toilet, setting them down as he stood, “I’ll let you change, sorry I don’t have any… undergarments that are dry, but please don’t continue wearing them- you’ll get cold again.”

She tensed up as he stood, closing the door behind him as he moved to the living room, poking at the fire to keep it alive as he moved outside, going to grab firewood for it in preparation of the upcoming day or longer.

As he collected firewood, she moved out of the tub and removed her clothing, grabbing the things he’d brought for her as she slid them on quickly, already starting to shiver. She walked out, shifting in the clothing that smelt of oranges and vanilla, a smell that would otherwise be commonly seen in omegas, but now filled her head with the heavy word of Alpha. He returned, setting down the firewood on the red brick of the fireplace, moving into the guest bedroom, and as he passed her in the room, her body tensed up as the hefty smell of his scent filled her body with warmth. He didn’t notice, instead grabbing the sheets off the bed and moving into the living room again, “Come on, I gotta keep you warm.”

Bucky, as she now knew him, was helping her, which she assumed was just out of the good of his heart, but the back of her head screamed that all of this was bad. He set the blankets on the couch in front of the fire and moved to the kitchen, “Get comfortable, and most importantly, warm.”

She nodded, shifting on her feet anxiously before she stepped closer to the couch, settling down on the cushions as she grabbed the blankets for herself. Bucky was moving around the kitchen, making what she assumed was tea before setting it in front of her and settling on the ground in front of her, “What were you actually doing on my porch? You were wearing nothing but a hoodie and some jeans, and I know for a fact that if my-.” He cut himself off, biting the word omega back, “If someone I loved stepped out of the house while it’s nearly 20 below zero in just a hoodie I’d drag them back inside. So why were you really on my porch?”

She frowned, shifting uncomfortably, “I was running away from someone okay? Simple as that.”

Now it was his turn to frown, sitting back to keep his back to the fire, muttering slowly, “Well, you can stay here as long as you’d like, and I can… I don’t know, let you room here till you feel safe to go out into town again.”

She looked shocked at the very proposition, an alpha offering to let a very obviously unmated omega room with them was beyond shocking, even with the adjusted societal standards that were held today. So when she, to her own surprise, said yes, it sent a similar shock to Bucky. She was accepting his offer to stay in his home, to live with him so she was safe. This was appeasing a part of him he’d forgotten a long time ago, when hydra kept putting him into the ice until his brain was the equivalent of a slushy. He could let out a purr if he knew who she was, but at this point, she was nothing but a stranger. Instead he gave a curt nod and stood, moving into the kitchen, “You're awake just in time for breakfast anyways, what do you want?”

She looked back, the very homey sense of all of this situation filling her with content as she muttered, “Whatever you do, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” She smiled back at him, hunkering down into the blankets as she watched the fire crackle and curl into itself, her chest filling the the feeling of ice, despite the warmth around her, and she suddenly shuddered with distaste at the feeling. After all, being presumed dead in the snow implies you’ll hate it afterwards, right?

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[pinkykitten]

marvel masterlist

✰menu✰ cakes: one-shot macaroons: blurb/drabble or imagine with less than 1,000 cupcakes: headcanons baguette: preferences pies: chapter or series

✰ — cakes:

“trust” | bucky barnes x frankie winchester (oc)

“vegetarian life” | m’baku x fem! reader

“traveler” | erik killmonger x calantha morrison (oc)

“tour of wakanda” | t’challa udaku x fem! reader

“short tickles” | james howlett x short! fem reader 

“heaven’s light” | kurt wagner x fem! reader

“safe and sound” | loki laufeyson x fem! reader

“the gala” | tony stark x plus size! fem reader

“come back to you” | stephen strange x wizard! fem reader

“make you feel loved” | matt murdock x plus size! fem reader

“we can be the greatest” | yon-rogg x fem! reader

“due date” | steve rogers x pregnant! fem reader

“inhaler” | peter parker x asthmatic! fem reader 

“the bracelet” | hank mccoy x fem! reader

“sun rise and mangoes” | bucky barnes x wakandan! fem reader

“sacrifice for wakanda” | t’challa udaku x wolf powers! fem reader

“inconsolable window” | tony stark x gn! reader (platonic)

“i can be loved” | stephen strange x plus size and fire power! fem reader

“dressed up” | yon-rogg x fem! reader

“i’ll walk you home” | peter parker x fem! reader

“the unspoken story” | bucky barnes x raina zeller (oc)

“are you acting jealous?” | tony stark x fem! reader

“mission fail” | yon-rogg x starforce! fem reader

“we’ll be okay” | peter parker x lia stark (oc)

“self conscious” | bucky barnes x fem! reader

“melted laughter” | bucky barnes x fem! reader

✰ — macaroons:

“icy kisses” | m’baku x fem! reader

“comfort” | kurt wagner x fem! reader

“based on a gif” | loki laufeyson x little girl! fem reader (platonic)

“based on a gif” | thor odinson x werewolf! fem reader

“lost friend” | yon-rogg x fem! reader

“based on a gif” | clint barton x fem! reader

“based on a gif” | steve rogers x smoke abilities! fem reader

“based on a gif” | peter parker x villain and angel! fem reader

“attention seeker” | thor odinson x fem! reader

“to the future” | yon-rogg x pregnant! fem reader

“based on a gif” | steve rogers x fem! reader

“the truth” | yon-rogg x starforce! fem reader

“tease of a friend” | yon-rogg x fem! reader

✰ — cupcakes:

“being taken care of when you are sick” | scott lang x fem! reader

“black panther headcanons” | t’challa udaku, erik killmonger, m’baku, w’kabi, okoye, nakia, shuri x fem! & male! reader 

✰ — baguettes:

“having a relationship with erik” | erik killmonger x fem! reader

[mrsstruggle]

The Lost Child - Chapter 8 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Being Attacked, Mentions of Being Experimented On, Mentions of Alcoholism and Unhealthy Coping, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is any more)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 2.3k

Note: I am posting new chapters every 2-3 days! I am trying to get on a consistent schedule! I am clearly not doing a good job of that!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story. This also loosely follows Teen Wolf Season 4.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so that more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment only.***

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Y/N, Peter, and Stiles are driving along the road of Beacon Hills. They just left Beacon Hills Animal Clinic and are heading towards Y/N and Derek’s apartment so she can clean up. While her bullet wound is now healed, she still has blood all over her leg and clothes.

“So, Peter,” Stiles leans forward in the backseat of the black Camaro, “you still haven’t answered my question as to why you were in the woods.”

“You might as well answer him. He’s never going to stop asking,” Y/N mumbles from her spot in the driver’s seat.

“I was, um, I was out for a, uh, run,” Peter answers Stiles, looking at him from the passenger seat.

“Mhm, sure,” Stiles looks at him disbelievingly, “How do you two know each other? This doesn’t seem like the first time you've met.”

“He was a patient of mine the other day,” Y/N replies.

“Why were you at the hospital? Don’t you have super healing?”

“Me? No…” Peter looks away from Stiles.

“Are you sure? Spiderm–”

“What are you exactly?” Peter interrupts, “If she’s a werewolf, what are you?”

“Abominable snowman. It’s more of a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal.” Stiles replies.

“Seriously!” Peter looks at him with a shocked look.

“Don’t listen to him. He’s lying to you.” Y/N mumbles, turning down the street toward her apartment.

“What are you really then?”

“For a little while, I was possessed by an evil spirit. It was very evil.” Stiles answers.

“What are you now?” Peter watches him skeptically.

“Better,” Stiles mumbles out, looking at Y/N with a look of disbelief and ridicule.

“He’s 100% human,” Y/N informs Peter.

“What about the vet who just saved your life? What is he?” Peters asks.

“He’s an Emissary. He’s like a pack advisor.” Y/N pulls into the parking garage of her building.

“What about the other guy? The good-looking one.”

“Hey!” Stiles lightly hits Peter’s arm, “First my sister, and now my best friend?”

“Why?” Y/N asks, parking the car in Derek’s designated spot.

“Why what?” Stiles looks at her with a confused look on his face.

“Why did I have to be dropped off at your door? Why couldn’t I have been given to another family?” She’s internally cursing whoever made Stiles her brother.

“Like you’d ever want a different brother!” Stiles exclaims.

“Keep telling yourself that,” Y/N mumbles, stepping out of the Camaro before moving her seat forward to let Stiles out of the backseat.

She locks the car as they walk to the elevator in silence. The elevator creaks as they step inside it. It jerks awake as it takes them to the top floor.

As they step off the elevator, Peter notices there is only one apartment on the top floor, “Are you the only person on this floor?”

“Yeah, my boyfriend kinda owns the building,” Y/N replies, opening the apartment door.

They step into the large apartment to see Lydia sitting alone on the large, gray couch as Derek paces back and forth behind her. His head whips towards the door as Y/N, Peter, and Stiles walk in.

“Where the hell have you been?” Derek exclaims, running over to Y/N after seeing the blood on her, “What happened?”

“I went out for a run to clear my head and hunters decided to shoot at us.” Y/N explains, “Why aren’t you at work? I thought you didn’t get off until later?”

“We left early after some guy came in and grabbed your picture and ran,” Lydia informs her.

“What do you mean some guy grabbed her picture and ran?” Stiles asks.

“He came in for an oil change. He saw a picture of Y/N on our board and asked me who she was. I told him her name and he grabbed the picture and drove off.”

“You just told him her name? No questions asked?” Stiles looks at her with a confused look on his face.

“What? Was I supposed to question him first before answering him?” Lydia stands up from her spot on the couch.

“Yes!”

“Why did he take my picture? Do you think he’s a hunter or something?” Y/N questions.

“No,” Lydia states, “If he was a hunter, he would’ve recognized me or he would’ve been there for Derek. I mean it’s called Hale Garage. I don’t know why he took your picture or what was so special about it.”

“What did he look like?” Stiles asks her.

“Um, he had brown hair, blue eyes, and he seemed to have like a metal arm or something.”

“You’re talking about Bucky,” Peter speaks up from his position by the door.

Derek’s eyes flash red as he growls at Peter and pulls Y/N behind him in a protective manner, “Who the hell are you?”

“I-I’m, uh, I’m Peter.” Peter stutters out, backing up against the door, “Please, don’t eat me!”

“Calm down sourwolf!” Stiles exclaims, stepping in front of Peter, “He’s with us.”

“He was with me when I was attacked in the woods,” Y/N grabs Derek’s hand as he turns to look at her, “He saved my life.”

“Where’s his shirt?” Derek asks.

“I used it to stop the wolfsbane from getting to my heart.”

“I’m going to let this go for now, but we will be discussing this later.”

“Deal.” She smiles at him before leaning in for a kiss, ignoring Stiles’s “ew” from behind Derek.

“Why would Bucky take her photo?” Stiles turns to Peter.

Peter shrugs his shoulders, “I don’t know. Maybe he–”

“Guys!” Lydia interrupts Peter, “Something’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asks, watching Lydia intensely listening to something.

“I don’t know,” Lydia mumbles, moving closer to the shut-off tv, “I can’t understand what they’re saying. I think it’s a name.”

“What name?” Stiles questions.

“I don’t know. Their voices sound muffled…Almost as if they’re underwater.”

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Bucky speedily pulls up to the front door of the lake house. He throws the car in park before hurriedly jumping out, forgetting to turn the car off and grab the keys.

He runs inside the house, yelling for Tony, “Tony! Tony!”

“Buck, what’s wrong?” Natasha asks. She’s laid out on the couch with a book in her hand as Bruce and Wanda are doing a puzzle on the coffee table next to her.

“Where’s Tony? Tony!”

“What?! Why are you yelling?!” Tony exclaims, walking down the stairs towards Bucky with Steve right behind him.

“Look at this.” Bucky shoves the photo of the girl holding the bear toward Tony, “Look at what she’s holding.”

Tony grabs the photo from Bucky, his eyes widening at the sight of the bear he hasn’t seen in years, “Where the hell did you get this and why is she holding my daughter’s bear.”

At Tony’s question, Steve, Natasha, Bruce, and Wanda rush over to look at the picture themselves. They all gather around Tony, staring at the photo that has him and Bucky so shaken.

“When I went to go get the oil changed, they had a board full of pictures,” Bucky starts to explain, “This photo was on there. The girl that was working at the front said it’s her friend in the picture.”

“She was Peter’s nurse when he fell through the deck. She said her name was Y/N…” Steve trails off, staring at the girl in the photo.

“That’s impossible.” Natasha whispers in shock, “Y/N’s dead. She’s been dead for years. I found her body!”

“What’s going on?” They turn to see Sam and Thor entering from the backyard in their swim trunks. Both of them are still slightly wet from their time in the lake after lunch.

Tony silently shows them the photo in his hand. They can tell by his hard grip that they won’t be taking it from him, just looking at it.

“Impossible,” Thor mumbles, trying to get as close to the photo as possible to make sure he isn’t seeing things.

“Her name’s Y/N.” Steve states.

“What does this mean?” Sam looks to Tony.

Tony looks over to Bruce, “Call Fury. Tell him to get his ass here. Now.”

Bruce runs off to grab his phone as Tony walks over to sit on the couch with the picture still clutched in his hand.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Natasha sits next to Tony and continues to stare at the photo, “Is the girl in the photo our Y/N, or is her name just a coincidence?”

“It has to be a coincidence,” Sam states, sitting on the coffee table. He doesn’t notice the unfinished puzzle on top of it.

“Then how did she get the bear?” Bucky asks, sitting next to Tony on the side Natasha isn’t occupying.

“If that is our Y/N, how did we not know? Why was she never brought back to us?” Steve questions, taking a seat next to Bucky and grabbing his hand for comfort, “Her picture was everywhere. Her information was sent to every police station. Her disappearance was known worldwide.”

“And she has no idea who we are.” Tony mumbles sadly, “When we brought Peter in, she said she knew who we were because of her brother.”

“Brother?” Wanda sits down next to Sam.

“His name is Biles or something.”

“She doesn’t remember us?” Bucky turns to look at Steve.

“I don’t know,” Steve mumbles back.

“Fury is on his way,” Bruce announces, walking back into the living room, “I told him it’s an emergency.”

“Peter asked me the other day if I thought she was still alive,” Tony states, “Do you think he knows something we don’t?”

“I think he knows a lot of things we don’t,” Sam replies.

“If this is Y/N, our Y/N, then whose body did they identify as her? Did they make a mistake or was it on purpose?” Natasha asks.

“Fury will tell us everything when he gets here.” Bruce squeezes Natasha’s shoulder for comfort.

“What if he doesn’t?” Wanda questions.

“We’ll make him.” Tony states.

They sit in silence for twenty more minutes until Fury shows up. They watch as the quinjet lands in the backyard and Fury and Maria exit from it, walking towards the house. All eyes are on them as they walk into the house.

“What happened?” Fury asks, scanning the room to see what the emergency is.

“She’s alive, isn’t she?” Tony asks as small tears run down his face as he looks at Fury with a questioning look.

“What are you talking about?” Maria looks around at the hurt and confused faces in the room.

“Whose body did you really find? Whose body did we bury in the ground?” Tony stands up and stares at Fury and Maria with anger in his eyes.

Fury and Maria give each other a look before silently deciding they were done telling lies. The rest of the Avengers stand up to stand with Tony. Each one trying to mentally prepare themselves for whatever information they are told.

“We don’t know whose body is in her grave, but we know it isn’t Y/N.” Fury states.

“We don’t even know if she’s still alive,” Maria starts, “We’ve looked but we’ve never been able to find her.”

“Why should we believe you?” Steve asks angrily.

“We know who took her.” Fury informs them.

“It was Hydra.” Maria states, “They were the ones that took her.”

“How do you know that?” Bucky questions.

“The Hydra base where Natasha found the bracelet,” Fury points to the bracelet Nat was clutching in her hand, “That’s where they held her and that’s where they experimented on her for their project.”

“Oh my god,” Wanda mumbles under her breath, sitting back down on the coffee table.

“We know this because of the files and videos they kept of her. However, she was only there for a year.”

“What happened after a year?” Sam asks.

“She was taken by someone.” Maria states, “The base was attacked and she was taken. We have a video of the attack, but we’ve never been able to identify the people who took her.”

“Why did you lie? Why did you say that she was dead?!” Tony exclaims.

“We knew that by telling you she was dead, you would stop looking for her.” Fury informs him, “Her disappearance killed you. You were drinking your meals. Steve was unfocused. Bucky was in the training room every day, hurting himself more and more. Wanda was losing control. Natasha was too focused on finding her than her own safety. Thor rarely came back to Earth and Sam started sleeping with every girl he saw so he wouldn’t have to even think about Y/N. I needed focused and healthy Avengers. The world needed focused and healthy Avengers!”

“Y/N needed us!” Tony yells, walking over to Fury, “You think I actually care more about the Avengers or Iron Man than my own daughter? I’d give it all up to get back the last fifteen years I’ve missed from my daughter’s life. I’d give it all up to spend the rest of my life making up for the fact she got taken right from under me.”

“What was the project named?” Bucky quietly asks.

“What?” Fury questions.

“You said they experimented on her for one of their projects. I was the Winter Soldier project. What was her project named?” Bucky looks directly at Fury.

“Project Shadow Wolf.”

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“Abominable snowman. It’s more of a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal.” - Teen Wolf, Season 2 Episode 10: 24:06

“For a little while, I was possessed by an evil spirit. It was very evil.” Stiles answers.

“What are you now?” Peter watches him skeptically.

“Better,” Stiles mumbles out, looking at Y/N with a look of disbelief and ridicule. - Teen Wolf, Season 4 Episode 4: 25:28

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Hey! I posted this yesterday but there was a glitch so I was shadowbanned for about half a day. It's fixed now so I hope you like this!

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It’s monster fucking season!! Got any good fic recs?

Why yes yes I do. 😏😏😏

Henry Cavill + Co

Black and white by @buckyownsmylife features a Vampire Henry

Crimson Limerance by @blavikennbutcher features Vampire Henry

Rip You Apart Part 1 by @littlefreya features Werewolf Henry. Part 2

Prince of Darkness by @littlefreya features Demon August Walker

Bark at the Moon by @littlefreya features Werewolf Walter Marshall

Bat-Winged Rose Part 1 by @blakerogue features Vampire Mike. Part 2

Chris Evans + Co

Lack of Choice by @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms features Merman Andy Barber

Mating Rituals by @giorno-plays-piano feature Orc Steve Rogers

Love Bites by @cherienymphe features Vampire Steve Rogers

Hungry Like The Wolf Series by @imanuglywombat features Werewolf Steve Rogers

So Close by @syntheticavenger features Werewolf Steve Rogers

Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader by @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms features Werewolf Steve

The Morning After by @slothspaghettiwrites features Satyr Ransom Drysdale

Sebastian Stan + Co

Heathens by @cryptidcasanova features Demon Bucky Barnes

Playing With Knives by @slothspaghettiwrites features Orc Bucky Barnes

Kinktober fic #1: Blood kink by @multi-stann features Vampire Bucky Barnes

In His Claws by @stuckysdumbbitch features Werewolf Bucky Barnes

God's Gonna Cut You Down by @boxofbonesfic features Demon Lee Bodecker

Dark Moon by @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy features Demon Lee Bodecker

Settling in Devil Creek: Chased By The Pale Moonlight by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork features Werewolf Lee Bodecker. Part 2

*this list is not exhaustive but the first ones that popped in my head/search of my blog*

[onegayastronaut]

Masterlist 2

Part 2, maybe part 3 coming soon

Imagines:

TVD/Legacies/The Originals

Hope Mikaelson Having A Crush On You Would Include…

Hope Mikaelson Feeding Off You Would Include…

Being a Heretic and Dating Hope Mikaelson Would Include…

Being Hope Mikaelson’s Best Friend and the Saltzman Twins Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Being a New Werewolf and Dating Lizzie Saltzman Would Include….

Being Cupid and Dating Penelope Park Would Include…

Penelope Crush Having a Crush On You Would Include…

Being Penelope’s Friend and Having Her Fall For You Would Include…

Being Caroline’s Heretic Girlfriend and Lizzie Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Sex With Caroline Forbes Would Include…

Being Best Friends With Katherine Pierce Would Include…

Dating Rebekah Mikaelson Would Include…

BDSM Sex With Dom!Freya Mikaelson Would Include…

Arrowverse

Being in Team Arrow and Falling for E2!Laurel Would Include…

Kara and Alex Danvers Both Falling For You Would Include…

Being an Avenger and Dating Sanvers Would Include…

Dating Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer Would Include…

Being in the Navy and Dating Alex Danvers Would Include…

Dating Nia Nal Would Include…

Dating Nia Nal and Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Maggie Sawyer and Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Alex Danvers Would Include…

Being Lena Luthor’s Sister and dating Maggie Sawyer Would Include…

Being a member of the Legends of Tomorrow and meeting and falling for Nora Darkh Would Include…

Dating Ava Sharpe and Getting Injured Would Include…

Sara Lance Helping You Accept Your Bisexuality Would Include…

Dating Nora West Allen Would Include…

Adopting a Child With Dinah Drake Would Include…

Twilight

Dating Alice Cullen Would Include…

Alice Cullen x wolf!Reader

Being Alice Cullen’s Mate and Getting Hurt Would Include…

Jealous Sex With Rosalie Cullen Would Include…

Rosalie Cullen x Wolf!Reader

Going to Harvard With Rosalie Hale Would Include…

Rosalie Hale Saving Human Reader Would Include…

Being Rosalie Hale’s Adoptive Daughter Would Include…

Being a Werewolf and Dating Rosalie Cullen Would Include…

Esme Cullen Saving You Would Include…

Being Esme Cullen’s Long Lost Daughter Would Include…

Being Adopted By the Cullen Family and Imprinting on Kate Would Include…

Kate Denali x Wolf!Reader

Tanya Denali x wolf!Reader

Being a Werewolf and Imprinting On Tanya Would Include…

Carmen Denali Saving You Would Include…

Dating Bella Swan Would Include…

Being Jacob Black’s Sister and Imprinting On Alice Cullen Would Include…

MCU

Being Bucky Barnes’ Sister and Falling For Peggy Carter Would Include…

Dating Carol Danvers Would Include….

Carol Danvers Realizing You’re Abused Would Include…

Dom!May Parker Being Jealous Would Include…

Dating May Parker Would Include…

Being Okoye’s Sister and Falling For Ramonda Would Include…

DCEU

Teen Wolf

Going From Best Friends to Lovers With Lydia Martin Would Include…

Lydia Martin Having a Crush on You Would Include…

Dating Allison Argent Would Include…

Choices (Game)

Dating Hana Would Include…

Dating Kamilah Sayeed Would Include…

Being in a Secret Relationship With Ina Kingsley Would Include…

Westworld

Dating Dolores Abernathy Would Include…

Other

Being Daenarys Targaryen’s Sister and Ruling Together Would Include…

Meeting Catelyn Stark and Falling In Love Would Include…

Having a Crush on Elizabeth Keene Would Include…

Dating Love Quinn Would Include…

Dating Peach Salinger Would Include…

Dating Jamie Moriarty Would Include…

First Time With Adena El Amin Would Include…

Kat Edison Hearing You Sing For the First Time Would Include…

Dating Rosa Diaz and Getting Shot Would Include…

Rachel Berry Introducing You to Her Mom Would Include…

Fics:

MCU

Lost Light (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Moving In (Carol Danvers x Reader)

Glass Castle (Maria Hill x Reader)

The Avengers Meeting (Maria Hill x Reader fic)

Best Laid Plans (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Worry (Carol Danvers x Kara Danvers x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Hope Van Dyne)

DCEU

A Jealous Goddess (Diana Prince x Reader)

Criminal Minds

Arrowverse

Thorn At My Side (Leslie Willis aka “Livewire” x Reader)

Giving In (Laurel Lance x Reader)

Holiday Present (Laurel Lance x Dinah Drake)

NSFW Alphabet List (Dinah Drake)

Telling the Truth (Dinah Drake x Reader)

Telling the Truth (Part 2)

NSFW Alphabet List (Laurel Lance)

Couch Date (Kara Danvers x Emma Swan)

TVD/The Originals/Legacies

First Kiss (Hope Mikaelson x Reader)

Westworld

A Trip To the Park (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

Quick, Kiss Me! (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Dolores Abernathy)

A Trip To the Park (Dolores Abernathy x Reader)

Other

Back To You (Erica Reyes x Reader)

Ten Minutes and Thirty Years (Shirley Crain x Reader)

The Protector (Vinda Rosier x Reader)

A New Beginning (Rosalie Cullen x Reader)

NSFW Alphabet List (Theo Crain)

Buried Emotions (Nell Crain x Theo Crain x Reader)

Old Friends (Chuck Bartowski x Reader)