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[harryspet]

keep my baby warm [1] tasm!peter

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS AHEAD

[Warnings] tasm!peter x reader, dark peter parker x reader, mcu!peter x reader, nwh au, age-gap, daddy kink, friends with benefits, daddy!andrew!peter, ddlg/abdl relationship, little!reader, future kidnapping, future blackmail, future DUB-CON, hella angst, future smut, sorry if two peters are confusing to read about READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

A/N: This fic is going to based on this anon idea about “a reader who is dating tom hollands peter parker, but she looks the same in every other universe so she's like spider-man's love interest in every one. and andrew's spider-man just kidnaps her because he loves her so much”. This occurs after No Way Home where everyone forgets who Peter is but the other two spiderman don’t get to return back to their universes. How does that work? No clue. This is simply fan service :)

word count: 2.3k

In which your Daddy loves you very much, every single version of you. 

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y/n’s pov

For as long as you could remember you loved cheesy, romantic, Christmas movies. The first time you slipped into little space while watching one of these movies, your Daddy was so surprised, but he didn’t understand how much these movies helped you feel young again. Of course, in the grand scheme, you were still young but you liked to go back to a time where you didn’t have a worry or care in the world. 

Today wasn’t the best day, you hadn’t heard back from the company you applied to work for, and that’s why you found yourself already regressing before Daddy even returned home. Luckily you found a checklist waiting for you on the refrigerator. 

Text me that you’re home. 

Heat up leftovers in fridge or have a snack. 

Brush teeth.

Wash your face. 

detangle hair.

Tidy up your room.

Tell yourself something nice.

Choose a relaxing activity to do.

After you checked off things from your afternoon routine you began building yourself a fortress in the apartment’s living room and hiding inside for comfort. You brought all the things you liked, your favorite blankets, your favorite stuffed animals including Daisy the elephant, and turned on a Christmas movie. 

You imagined your Daddy cringing very hard at this one. The entire plot involved a woman kidnapping a random man from a diner and bringing him home to meet her parents so she could show her family she wasn’t alone for the holidays. Somehow, once the two main characters fell in love, you could forgive all the movie's flaws and just be happy for the fictional people. The love was always so innocent and an innocent kind of love always left you with butterflies. 

You were surrounded in darkness other than the light from your laptop. When you heard creaking from the window you got an eerie feeling. You turned down the volume on your movie and slowly pulled your blanket away from your body. You got on your hands and knees, crawling through the tent after deciding to check if the coast was clear.

As you pulled back the bed sheet covering your fort, you released a sharp gasp as you came face to face with a masked vigilante. Your Peter was quick to remove his mask as if to not frighten you any further. The dark, fluffy-haired man smiled wide at the sight of you and you couldn’t be mad with him for long. You were just glad he was here. 

“This is impressive, babygirl,” He complimented as you wrapped your arms around him, “And you did this all by yourself.”

He stroked your head and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Incredibly strong, he carried you against him as he crawled inside the fort. He made himself comfortable in the pile of stuffed animals with you now sitting in his lap.

“And guess what, Daddy?”

“What, baby?”

His pet names made you melt and at the same time feel whole again after a stressful day. 

“I did everything on my checklist!”

“Wow,” He gasped, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, “And what nice thing did you tell yourself?”

Your cheeks began to heat up as he gazed at you lovingly, “That I am creative.”

“That’s true,” He agreed, “Not to mention you’re extremely gorgeous and intelligent.”

You breathed out deeply, feeling relieved as you rested against him, “Thank you, I missed you, Daddy.”

“Yeah? Daddy missed you too,” He held your chin in his hand, tipping your face forward so your lips could press together. He must’ve been reading your mind all day because he must’ve known that seeing him in his suit would’ve made you feel better, “And this weekend I’m going absolutely nowhere, we can spend the entire thing together.”

“We can watch Christmas rom coms?” You asked excitedly. 

“We can watch anything you want . . . as long as it's not Holiday in Handcuffs.”

“That’s the best one!” You giggled. 

Peter’s hands fell to your waist, “I guess I should probably change and shower. I want to cuddle all the way up with you since it’s so cold outside.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “But I like you sweaty,” You kissed his cheek, “Can I come with?”

Peter groaned, pretending to be tired, as he lifted you up again, “Okay, hold tight,” He carried you on his hip once he got you out of the tent. It was then that he noticed your pink, cheetah-print onesie, “And where’d you get this get up?”

“May, early Christmas present,” You and May had grown close over the years and she always embraced your light and fun nature. She’d become your shopping partner and oftentimes you’d wake up at five a.m. to catch sales at your favorite places to shop, “It’s cute, isn’t it?”

“Adorable, baby girl. It’ll look even better when I take it off you tonight,” He carried you into the master bedroom and plopped you down onto the bed. He kissed your lips once more. A short goodbye. You crossed your legs as you watched him walk into the bathroom and you heard the shower turn on, “You know, I’m still not exactly sure what I should get her. She’s just so good at giving presents.” He shouted over the sound of the shower. 

“I think it could be fun if we walked around the mall. Maybe you’ll see something that stands out,” You said, looking down at your nails. 

“I know what you really want are cookies from your favorite bakery.”

“Well … yeah. But I want to get May a nice gift too! And, you know, there’s a Santa too.”

“I don’t want you sitting on some creepy guy’s lap,” Peter said and you laughed at his frankness, “I thought I was your Santa!”

“You are, I promise.”

“Because you’re welcome to sit on Daddy’s lap anytime.”

Your cheeks warmed at his words, “We could also go see a real movie.”

You stood up from the bed and approached the bathroom door which was still cracked open, “Yeah, I’d love to, princess,” You heard him say as you peaked inside. Instantly, you perked up as you saw the shower running but Peter wasn’t standing inside. 

He wasn’t in the bathroom at all.

You looked up too, checking to see if he was pulling a prank on you, but the walls were empty. You stepped back out of the room, completely stunned, “Daddy?” You called out his name as you turned yourself in a complete circle. 

“Daddy, it’s not funny. You’re scaring me.”

You checked the entire apartment from top to bottom. He’d vanished into thin air with no goodbye. Tears formed in your eyes.

“Peter?”

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two years later, in another dimension …

peter’s pov

Peter was happy to help the “new” Peter Parker save the entire world. He was glad to have found a group of brothers that had all gone through the exact one in a trillion experience he’d gone through. When it came to the greater good, he was used to sacrificing it all but Peter had no idea that, when the mission was over, he’d never get the chance to go back home. It wasn’t like being stuck in another country or continent, it was like being stuck in a movie and one where everyone understood the plot but you didn’t. 

He was no stranger to loss and he did everything he could to help the new Peter deal with the loss of his Aunt. The new Peter was just a kid so he acted like a mentor and he pushed all his personal feelings down. 

After losing Gwen, he spent years alone just trying to put the emotional pieces together. He’d done it before and he could help the new Peter do the same thing. Then he met you and you showed him a love that he didn’t think he deserved anymore after what he did to Gwen. Now you were on opposite sides of the universe, believing Peter to have abandoned you, and there was no way for him to get you back.

There was no way for him to protect you. 

It played over and over in his nightmares, your cries of pain, and the despair you must’ve felt when you realized Peter was never coming back. It was not knowing that was even worse than a loved one perishing. He was in purgatory and he had left you in one as well. 

But the new Peter’s world also needed protection and having three friendly neighborhood Spiderman could only make the city better. All three Peter Parker’s were forced to start from scratch and although they were the same, they were still their own people. Though they could lean on each other they still had to live their own separate lives. 

For his day job, Peter actually got involved with F.E.A.S.T. or Food, Emergency, Aid, Shelter and Training where the new Peter’s May was working before her death. It was rewarding work and Peter found he could make a difference both during the day and at night. Plus, being around the homeless was a great way to learn about men and women who choose to terrorize the city, extort and kill. 

Peter was following a lead about a group trafficking in highly dangerous drugs into the city and was hoping the new Peter’s connections to the Daily Bugle could get him some insight. Although it was one in the morning, Peter didn’t sleep much with all the nightmares and it was always easier to tire himself out through work. 

He knocked on the young vigilante’s dingy apartment door, hoping the kid wasn’t out for the night. It took awhile but eventually a shirtless, young Peter opened the door, “Hey, man, what’s up?”

“You mind if I come in?” Peter was already pushing inside. 

“Hey, hey, I’m actually kind of busy right now,” The young Peter insisted, his cheeks pink like he was embarrassed by something, “Can this wait till tomorrow?”

“I think you might’ve interviewed one of the guys I’m looking into. I just need to see your notes on him.”

“Well, they’re probably in a random file on my computer…” The young Peter probably expected him to get the hint but the older man was persistent. 

“I just need the notes. I’ll be out of your hair, I promise.”

The young Peter’s shoulders shrunk in defeat and Peter simply put his hands in his coat pocket as he waited, paying little mind to his rudeness, “Fine, let me go get my laptop. I’ll email it to you but-”

“Peter?” A female voice called out groggily. Peter completely froze at the familiarity of it. You appeared out of the bedroom wearing one of the young Peter’s sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that probably belonged to him too, “Why do you let strangers skulk into your apartment in the middle of night?”

Peter looked like he saw a ghost and he pretty much had. 

You looked annoyed by the bright light in the kitchen and as you came closer, Peter saw you were holding a black leather purse and black heels. You looked even more annoyed at him, “Who the fuck are you?” You asked him. 

You looked the exact same. It was you. 

Your hair was cut short, decorated with blue streaks, and you’d never wear black heels but it was you. 

“That’s Peter,” The young Peter answered, having retrieved his laptop from his desk, “I know him from the Bugle.”

“Two Peters?” Your eyebrows raised when you looked towards him. The love in his heart was so bittersweet as he stared at you but it was still love. You had no clue who he was and you turned your attention to going through the fridge, “That’s fucking weird.”

“Peter, is it okay if I take this pizza with me?” You asked the younger Peter who had his laptop open on the kitchen bar. 

“Wait, what? You’re leaving? I thought we were gonna get breakfast,” The young Peter was grinning though it was clear that his soul was being crushed.

“Yeah, you woke me up and I much rather be in my own apartment,” You answered too honestly, “And I don’t really like breakfast. We’ll just get lunch sometime.”

“Uhm, okay . . . I had fun.”

You grabbed the cardboard container of pizza and let the fridge slam, “Yeah,” Was all you said before you pushed past Peter and went out the front door. Peter watched you go, still completely taken aback. Not only was he surprised to see you but the version of you in his mind was completely crumbling. 

“That’s Y/N,” The young Peter pressed his lips into a thin smile. 

“I can see …” Peter’s voice trailed off as he thought deeply, “She seems like an asshole.”

“What?” Peter laughed awkwardly, “No way, you just don’t know her yet. She’s really cool.”

“She didn’t even say goodnight and she stole your food.”

“So? We’re doing the friends with benefits thing right now. I don’t know how things worked back when you were young but this is how all great romances begin with my generation,” Peter scoffed, “She’s just playing cool.”

Peter’s heart was panging in his chest as he replayed the sound of your voice in his head. He had to watch you walk out the door and let you leave when all he wanted was to feel you again. In this universe, you weren’t his and your fate was most likely to fall for the young Peter. It felt like he was losing you all over again. 

“Pete, you still want this info, right?” The young Peter asked after sitting in awkward silence. 

Peter nodded, “H-How did you meet her?”

“At this party . . . we go to school together,” the young Peter typed on his computer, “Is something wrong, Pete?”

The Y/N he knew would never go to a party or hookup with a random guy, not even during her college days. But somewhere deep down, they had to have the same soul, didn’t they? He wouldn’t tell the other Peter anything about this yet. Possibly ever. At this point, he was the competition and one of the boundaries standing between having you again. 

“No, uhm, just email me that stuff. Sorry to bother you this late,” Peter grabbed the front door handle, imagining your hands around it for a brief moment, “Night.”

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Ride with me again (2) - Past mistakes

Summary: He used to be the bad boy and you the good girl. Jax would never admit he never forget the girl that got away until you come back to town, your own secrets in your luggage.

Pairing: Jax Teller x fem!Reader

Characters: Tig Trager, Gemma Teller, Clay Morrow, Juice Ortiz

Warnings: angst, protective Jax, implied abuse/abusive relationship, language, hurt reader, hurt & comfort, pining, soft Jax

A/N: Series is not canon compliant.

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<<Part (1)

“There you are,” Tig grumbles. “You went off on your own. We had a meeting, Jax.” Tig tugs at his jacket eyes following Jackson as the biker stops his vehicle next to Opie’s bike.

Jax doesn’t even look at Tig. He holds out his hand to help you get off his bike, smirking at Tig’s pissed expression. “I see, you found a new girl.”

“Tig, just drop it. I needed fresh air and met Y/N on my way. Her car broke down. Here,” handing Tig the keys to your car Jax smirks. “We need to tow her car and bring it here. Stop grumbling and help me.”

“Jax,” you softly say, “I can just call a tow service. Can you recommend me one?” he shakes his head, sighing as you pull away any time he tries to touch your cheek.

“I recommend us,” he says, smirking. “You don’t need to call anyone else. We’ve got this,” head-snapping toward Tig, Jackson furrows his brows. “Right, Tig? We won’t let a girl down.”

“Fine,” Tig shrugs, already regretting he stayed around for longer tonight. “Tell me the part of the road and I’m on my way.”

While Jax tells Tig where your car broke down, you look around the place, drinking every detail in. You smile, as it seems like nothing changed since your father forced you to leave town.

“You okay?” you flinch as Jax carefully places one hand onto your shoulder. “Princess, you look like you wait for a monster to jump at you. What happened?”

“Jackson, I’m not your problem, okay. You should not get involved with me or my problems,” glancing at Tig you knit your brows together. “Let’s say I had to leave.”

“How about you wait inside with me. We can have some coffee and you tell me everything I need to know, Y/N. Let’s catch up, shall we?” Jax gives you a disarming smile as he holds out his hand. “I won’t bite. This man is still your Prince Charming.”

“What happened?” Jax doesn’t give up. He brewed you some tea, brought you to his room at the clubhouse, and now, he tries to make you talk to him. “Y/N, you are safe here with me. We were friends so many years ago. I can still be your friend.”

“We were more than friends,” you smile softly. For a moment you feel like the young girl falling in love with the bad guy everyone warned you to not let get close to you. “You were my first kiss.”

“I remember that day,” he gives you a soft smile. “Someone bugged you that day. A girl pushed you against the wall in the hallways.”

“You came along and barked at her, playing the big bad biker,” laughing softly you grasp for his hand to squeeze it tightly. “After the girl ran off, you offered to drive me home.”

“Like the good girl you were, you hesitated. It was hard work to convince you to ride with me,” voice cracking Jax drops his gaze to the drink in his hands. “I drove you home nonetheless.”

“I got home before my dad. You helped me off the bike, took the helmet, and dropped it to cup my face,” Jax leans closer to brush his thumb over your cheek, caressing your bruised face.

“And then I kissed you for the first time,” you nod, forcing a pained smile on your face. “It was the best kiss of my life. Many followed after, but I never forget our first kiss.”

“Now you are lying,” laughing nervously you look at Jax. You admire his features, the roughness of his scruffy chin when you run your hand over his skin and his longer hair. He’s elder now, a grown man, but his eyes are still soft when he looks at you.

“It’s the truth, princess. I never forgot our summer of love,” Jax chuckles as you relax for the first time since he found you again on that road in the dead of the night. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed my old life too, including you,” running your trembling fingers over your bruised face, you feel the tears well-up to your eyes. “Back then I didn’t leave town on free terms. At least not without saying goodbye to you. My father wouldn’t let me.”

“What happened?” Jax presses on. He gently runs his hand over your arm, hoping you will finally tell him what made you come here. “Y/N.”

“He dragged me out of my bed in the middle of the night. I was barely seventeen and he just told me that I must marry the son of one of his business partners. I walked down the aisle one year later,” tears run down your face, and you choke out a sob. “I ran from my husband a week ago. I didn’t know where to go or what to do. All I knew was I must leave before he kills me.”

“What did he do to you, princess? I know he must’ve hit you,” Jax gets up from the chair to run his hand over your hair. “Just tell me everything.”

“Jackson,” you huff, “we are not the kids from back then. You’re a grown man, I’m a broken woman. I don’t think you want to hear my sob story. What happened to me happens to women all over the world and no one gives a shit most of the time.”

“Princess,” he tries as you get up from the chair to limb toward the door. “Where do you want to go?” Jax asks softly.

“A motel, Jax. I need to sleep somewhere.”

“You can sleep here for tonight, Y/N,” he gently places his hand onto your shoulder, frowning as you flinch away once again. “I’ll get your bags and stuff. Tomorrow, we will look for a better place to stay. If you are on the run, this is the best place to hide…”

“Jackson Nathaniel Teller,“ Gemma yells loud enough to draw the club’s attention toward her and Jax. “How dare you bring that girl here! She broke your heart years ago.”

“Mom,” Jax runs one hand down his face, struggling to keep his emotions under control, “she needs help. Y/N didn’t leave town on free terms. Her father forced her to marry some douche and—”

“And?” his mother huffs. “Did he not pay her enough attention, or did she get bored like with you?“

“He’s hitting her,” Jax yells now. “Her face is one dark bruise. Her lip is split, and she can barely walk. Any time I get close to her she flinches away. I’m afraid he did more than hurting her. I—”

“You brought a stray home,” Clay waltzes into the clubhouse, a big smirk on his lips. “The girl from back then? You know, the one stealing your innocence.”

“I know you never liked Y/N but give her a chance. She needs help, and I am the only one able to help her. If you don’t want her here, fine. I’ll bring her to my house then. Just leave her alone,” storming out of the room Jax ignores Gemma calls his name.

“Babe, maybe you should leave the girl be,” kissing his wife roughly Clay smirks against her lips. “Jax needs a distraction. He’s tense lately. A lot is going on in his mind. If the little missy helps him to release some pressure, leave him be…”

“I got your luggage,” Jax watches you flinch as he closes the door a little too loud. “Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry too, Jax. You helped me without asking questions first and I acted like a bitch.”

“Princess, you’re not a bitch. Someone hurt you, and now you are cautious around people. That’s okay. Just let me help you,” he offers.

“I don’t think you can, Prince Charming,” Jax places your luggage onto the floor, laughing at the nickname you gave him years ago. “My father got involved with dangerous people. Years ago, his business went to shit, and he agreed to a deal sealing my fate.”

“Drugs? Weapons?” Jackson asks, watching your eyes grow wide. “Illegal activities are not new to me, Y/N. If your father got involved with the wrong kind of people, it’s easier for me to take them down.”

“A syndicate. They use my father’s business to launder their money. He made a lot of money on my back,” you say bitterly. “I should’ve run away before the wedding. I made the mistake to believe that my father cares for me.”

“Did you tell him that your husband hurts you?” gently cupping your cheek Jackson looks you all over.

“I told him right after it happened for the first time. He didn’t care, Jax. My father told me to go back to my husband and act as a good wife should.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” he doesn’t know how to react. The members of his club are rough, loud, and far from being good people too. But they care for their families and protect the people they love.

“I’m so tired of being a pawn in their game,” you close your eyes to release a shuddery breath. “So tired.”

“I need you to find out everything about Y/N’s father, his business, and her husband. Be careful. I think his business partners are with the mafia. She said they used her father’s business to launder money,” Juice looks at the piece of paper Jackson placed into his hand. “Juice, you can’t tell anyone.”

“He hit your girl, huh? Let me see what I can find about that bastard,” Juice looks at the little information Jax got out of you. “It’ll be our little secret, promised.”

“Good. She’s so scared. Like a wounded animal. You do not know her, but she was the liveliest and happiest girl I ever met. Y/N always smiled and made a not-funny joke. Now she’s just a shadow of herself.”

“I’ll do my best…”

“I got you another blanket,” Jax awkwardly stands in his room to watch you get comfortable on his bed. “I know it’s not much.”

“Better than sleeping in my car, fearing that he might find me again,” you lie down, allow yourself to relax on Jax’s bed. “Much better.”

“Thyne will take care of your car. Meanwhile, you can stay at my house,” sitting on the bed Jax covers you with the spare blanket. “I will stay here and make sure no one will hurt you.”

“Thank you,” it’s the first time in years you feel safe to fall asleep, “for everything. I promise to not bug you for long. I’ll be on my way the moment my car got repaired.”

Jax sits on the bed to watch you fall asleep, smiling when you begin to snore. “I won’t make the same mistake again, princess.” He leans over your body to kiss your hair. “Past mistakes can’t be undone. Now that I got a second chance, I’ll keep you around…”

>> Part 3

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Pairings: bucky barnes x female!reader

Word count: 1,507

Warning: SMUT!! (18+), use of toys, handcuffs, vibrators, mild bondage.

Summary: written for @celestialbarnes' 4k writing challenge with the prompt 'handcuffs'. congrats raachel! you deserve it love ♡. bucky came home from a mission and found a toy in your drawer that kept you satisfied while he was away. he decided to take advantage of it.

a/n: it's been awhile since i wrote a filthy one shot. enjoy! please leave a like, comment and reblog! :)

You stood in the middle of the room, anticipating his return. “Stay here and don’t move,” he whispered in your left ear, awakening the chills that ran down your spine. You only nodded in response and obeyed him. Your thoughts were racing, eager to find out what he had in store for you. Bucky had always had a way to keep things exciting in the bedroom, but this time, he took it to another level and you didn’t know whether you should be nervous or thrilled. (Thrilled, you were mostly thrilled.)

Since you began dating him, you learned that Bucky could be intense and passionate in making love. He tended to be more dominant, but he always had his limits and he’d never let himself hurt you. Until one night, you were reading an erotic novel while he was away on a mission and you needed something to relieve yourself, so you utilized that buzzing toy you kept in your drawer but never had the chance to play with (why would you when you have the sexiest and most generous lover?) and lost yourself in the fantasy of you and Bucky doing the scenario that the two characters were doing in that page.

Bucky found that toy a few days later once he came home and he was looking for his key and he had you pinned on the mattress that night for three hours. The next day, you and he were cuddling on the couch only in your underwear and you nervously told him about a fantasy you had while he was gone. Bucky was initially ambivalent about it, but the more he thought about it and the more you assured him that you were okay with it, that you wanted it, the more interested he was in the idea.

So here you were, staring at the wall, bare and cold from the air conditioner of the room, waiting in the dark, the only thing that illuminated your view was the city lights and the moon from the window. You were worried that Bucky changed his mind but Bucky was a man of his words and he was willing to try new things with you. Including- no, no, especially sexual activities.

You heard his footsteps from behind you and you couldn’t help but tingle from his presence. You wanted to turn your head to look at him but you didn’t want to disobey him. He stopped in front of you, his darkened eyes looked into yours as he took one of your hands and locked something around it. You looked down and saw that a pair of old prisoner handcuffs hung from both of your wrists now.

Bucky slightly pushed you back until the back of your legs hit the bottom of the bed, and he brought your hands up so he could attach the chains of the handcuffs to the wooden rod that was part of the bedframe. Once the chains were securely attached, Bucky stared into your eyes and kissed you deeply, his mouth devouring yours, tangling both of your tongues.

He backed away to admire the work of art in front of him, exposed and vulnerable just for him. His heart swelled with pride to know that only he could touch and see you this way. Bucky walked closer to you again and he pulled down the one last item that was still clothing your body and it was the black lace thong you bought a month ago at Victoria’s Secret.

Your legs stepped out of the thong once it hits the floor and Bucky brought it to his nose, inhaling your scent that intoxicated him. Watching him smell your underwear made you breathless, it was so lewd yes so fucking sexy. Bucky put it in the pocket of his sweatpants, then he reached for something on the bed and it was the vibrator that led to this moment. You were flustered and your eyes dilated, you truly never expected Bucky to ever use it on you.

You could see the smirk on his face at your reaction, oh how you wanted to wipe that smug sneer off his face but it only turns you on even more. The hold this man had on you…

Bucky turned on the magic wand and the sound of buzzing made you dizzy. He pressed it to your clit, making you whimper at the way it stimulates your cunt. He pushed it further into you and moved it up and down in your vagina, making you squirm. You tried to shut your legs but he slapped your butt, not too hard but just enough to alert you. “I didn’t tell you to close them,” he warned.

You could only mewl in response, you closed your eyes and let him toy your arousal as your thighs began to shake. He dialled up the speed, bringing you closer to the edge. “Look at you, I’ve barely even touched you yet you’re already a shaking mess,” he chuckled. “Now I understand why you love this thing. Seems like I can make you wet without even laying a finger on you, huh?”

“Oh, fuck, Bucky please…”

“Are you close, baby?” he sultrily whispered in your ear as he trailed kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, making you gasp. “Does my baby wanna cum already?”

“Yes, I’m so close, Buck…” you pathetically whined.

He chuckled, then he dialled up the speed to maximum and his other flesh hand made its way into your hair, grabbing it and pulling it back, allowing him to have easier access into your throat. He bit your sensitive spot, leaving a small bruise there as you cried out from your orgasm. The vibrator was still buzzing between your legs as you began to come down from your high, then Bucky turned it off and threw it on the bed.

“Now it’s my turn to make you cum,” he stripped himself out of the sweatpants and his boxer and kicked them aside on the floor. His thick cock sprung free, glistening with pre-cum that always made you want to wrap your lips around it. He stroked his cock a few times and then kissed you slovenly, leaving you breathless once again. He didn’t waste any time in hosting your thighs and wrapped them around his waist.

He used your wetness as lube to make it easier for him to slide in. When he was slick enough from your juices, Bucky lined his cock to your entrance, then he pushed inside until he was fully sheathed by your walls. He groaned in your ear, giving you time to adjust to his size. Bucky started with a slow pace, moving his hips back and forth in shallow thrusts. Once your moans grew louder, Bucky grabbed a fistful of your hair and kissed you as he fucked you harder.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good around me,” you wailed as his cock brushed your sweet spot, causing your head to spin. You looked down to see where your bodies were connected, watching the way his cock disappeared in and out of you. You could feel the bulge in your stomach, making the knot in your abdomen tight. His metal arm that was on your hip made its way to your front, finding your clit and he rubbed it in circles furiously, making you clench around him.

Bucky groaned as he kept dominating your mouth and you could feel your heartbeat pounded against your ribcage, unable to think of anything else but him. Your thighs shook and your toes curled, the echoes of your cries were music to his ears. A few more hard pounds, and you felt your climax approaching, making you feel hazy. “Cum for me, baby, c’mon,” his voice, his touch and his cock drove you off the edge, the tightening coil in your stomach shattered as you screamed in pleasure, your orgasm hits you like waves of ecstasy, making you see stars.

Bucky snapped his hips vigorously and then he followed you to a place of euphoria, spilling himself deep in your womb, painting your walls in white. You both panted as he was still buried in you, Bucky kissed you once again to calm you down but this time, it was soft and sensual, instead of dominating. Once you began to regain composure from the aftershocks of pleasure, Bucky retreated himself out of you and he unchained the cuffs from the wooden bar and unlocked them off you.

“Are you okay?” he huskily questioned as he held you close to his chest, kissing your temple.

“More than okay.” you smiled, weary yet satisfied. Feeling safe in the arms of your lover who was glistening from sweat as you were. The warmth of his body soothed you.

“Let’s clean you up, hm?”

“Yeah, but afterwards… Maybe some tacos? That really drained me but now I’m famished,” you looked up at him, smiling contently at the man who just made you writhe.

“Sure. Anything for you, baby doll.”

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[messy-nonbinary]

Hi hi!! I was wondering if you have any suggestions for a smutty fic that’s with Bucky, Steve or Nat (or some combination lmao) with an innocent/virgin reader? Maybe even some little!reader? Dub-con or non-con/dark is fine, but something a lil soft? Thanks ;)

And/or if you’re taking requests, this would be mine XP

Here are some recommendations(all of these writers are amazing by the way. Be sure and check out their work!!)

The Wolf, The Widow, and Their Angel by @buckybarnesplumwhore​ - Dark!BuckyNat x little!reader(Dark!steve is in this too and it’s more on the fluffy side and less smut)

Dear Diary by @mariessecretfantasies - Dark!stucky x innocent!reader

Special Lessons by @nastybuckybarnes - Dark!Stepdad!Steve x naive!Innocent!Reader

That’s all I have for recommendations! But I’m so down to write this!!

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Nothing to be Afraid of

TW: dd/lg dynamics, slight non-con, forced age regression, unprotected sex, oral(m recieving), daddy/mommy kink, fingering

Paring: Soft!Dark!Daddy!Bucky x Soft!Dark!Mommy!Natasha x Soft!Dark!Daddy!Steve x innocent/virgin!female!Reader

Summary: The three of them are done waiting for you to be ready. They just have to show you that there is nothing to be afraid of.

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The three of them have always been patient with you. Well- as patient as they can be. They still toyed with you; fingering you, eating you out, placing a vibrator up against your clit until you had passed out from your orgasms or were begging you to stop. But they were getting impatient.

“It’s been almost a year! How is she still not ready?” Bucky asked. He was the one who was the most ready slam himself into you, but Steve had convinced him to wait. But he wasn’t waiting anymore.

“Buck, we all know that she’s still a virgin. She’s probably scared.” Steve said. He’s always the softer one of the three and he’s always taken it slow with you.

“Then let’s show her there’s nothing to be afraid of!” Bucky said, standing from his seat. “Bucky is right, Steve. She’s only prolonging it.” Natasha said. She wasn’t super rough with you, but that didn’t mean she was super soft with you either.

Steve sighed as he watched Bucky and Natasha walk to your playroom. He decided it was best he followed along.

You were laying on the floor, coloring in one of the coloring books they gave you. Even after a year of being stuck with them, you refused to play with any of the ‘kid toys.’ When you saw them enter, you looked at them with a small smile. One that made each of their hearts flutter.

“Lovebug, can you come here, please?” Nat asked, sitting on the bed that was kept in your playroom. Quietly, you stood and sat in Natasha’s lap, with Bucky and Steve sitting on either side of her.

“We know you’re scared but only we know what best for you. So you’ve got to listen to us, okay?” Natasha said softly. You were slightly confused as to what she was talking about but you nodded. “Good girl, now lie on the bed.” She said, letting you go and you did as you were told, lying on your back.

In a matter of seconds, Bucky was towered over you, Natasha had your head straddled in her lap and Steve was to the right of you. “Daddy what are you-” Natasha shushed you as Bucky moved his hands to your skirt, taking it off.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel good, doll.” Bucky said, taking off the pull-up you were wearing and immediately shoving a finger into your warmth.

It didn’t take long till Bucky had three fingers in you and you were a moaning mess. But before you could reach your climax, Bucky pulled his fingers out of you and you whined at the lack of contact. “Don’t worry baby, just had to get you ready.” He said as he began to undo his pants, taking his cock out of his boxers. Your eyes widened and you tried to get away, but you only ended up closer to Natasha.

“No, Lovebug, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Natasha soothed. “‘M not ready, Mommy-” You whined as Bucky lined himself up with your entrance. “Hush, little girl. We know what’s best for you, and if we say you’re ready, you’re ready.” Bucky said, sliding himself into you. You looked to Steve with pleading eyes as tears fell down your cheeks. Steve only looked at you with a reassuring smile as you screamed at the fullness. “See, baby? You take Daddy so well.” Bucky praised, giving you time to adjust. You had never felt this full before, and the pain was unbearable. You squirmed underneath Bucky as Nat reached down and toyed with your clit, trying to distract you from the pain.

Bucky couldn’t take it anymore and he began thrusting intensely.

“No! Daddy stop!!” You yelled, but you were ignored. “Here, how about you suck Dada’s cock. Keep that pretty little mouth quiet, hmm?” Natasha suggested and Steve nodded, already taking out his cock. He gave up on being the nice guy. He was going to fuck your throat hard, and then when Bucky was finished, he was gonna fuck your pussy even harder.

Steve was quick to shove himself into your mouth, groaning when you whined around him. He shoved his whole length down your throat and you thought you were going to die. “Breath through your nose, baby.” Steve said, locking his hands in your hair in order to force your head up and down with intense speed.

Being full from two different ends made your head fuzzy and your core tingle. Especially after the pain mixed with pleasure. It didn’t take long for you to cum around Bucky’s member, moaning around Steve’s cock, sending vibrations through his dick, effectively making him fill your throat with his spend. That didn’t mean he stopped thrust, though.

Bucky felt your already tight walls tighten around him, causing him to moan in pleasure as he reached closer to his edge. “Fuck- You’re so fucking tight, Doll. Feels so good-” Bucky continued fucking into you with great swiftness, his hands grasping your hips tightly. In a matter of seconds, Bucky was filling you with his seed.

He continued thrusting for a while, riding out his high, before switching places with Steve, who fucked your absolute brains out. He wasn’t holding back anymore. Natasha continued to toy with your clit with one hand, and your nipples with the other. All while whispering praises in your ear as you reached another climax.

You had came at least twice around Steve’s member before he filled you up with his own semen.

Your entire body was sore and your brain was dizzy. You could barely focus on things that were happening.

“Good job, babygirl. You did so well.” Steve praised, picking you up and taking you to the bathroom where Bucky was already filling up the tub. “See, Lovebug? Nothing to be afraid of.” Natasha said, planting a kiss on your forehead before Steve placed you in the warm water. Natasha got in behind you as the boys left, leaving the two of you alone. “Now, it’s Mommy’s turn to have some fun.”

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[sunflowersteves]

feel your touch || g.r.

summary || Geralt wasn’t used to your gentle and soft touches, but he never wanted them to stop either. 

author’s note || ok this is dedicated to @borkingbarnes​ because it’s v much inspired by this post and bee u are a wonderful amazing human being for thinking of touch starved geralt. hope you all enjoy!!

warnings || so much fluff, insecurity, touch starvation, soft!geralt, some angst, NC-17, not edited (oops)

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Geralt of Rivia was a plethora of things. He was a warrior, a tracker, a magic holder, a skilled fighter, and a monster hunter. But, he wasn’t a passionate lover. In fact, he wasn’t a lover at all. In the one-hundred years he has been alive, he’s never had a lover.

He’s had little nightly adventures with many women to cease any tensions he had. They were one singular night, the sheets pooled around him, and whoever was in bed with him. And every single time, there was always a mutual agreement that there would be no attachments except that of sweaty bodies. 

He had previously thought that emotions got in the way of things. Feelings and sentiments always get him in some type of trouble, so he vowed never to let them get to him. He always chooses to hold people at least five feet away from him at all times, even close friends like Yennefer and Jaskier. 

That is until you came along. 

You were like a breath of fresh air, light and flowing in the sunny breeze, but you were also a force that crashed up against rocks during a storm against the ocean shore. It had shocked the stone cold Witcher that you had held such an effect on him. 

It struck him so suddenly, like lightning; it was fast and hard. He thought of things he had never done so before. His mutated heart beat faster and faster when all you did was grin at him underneath the sunlight. 

He suddenly wanted to be a good lover for you, and Geralt had no clue how to deal with such feelings. He had never dealt with such desperation to be near you, such wanting that surrounded him constantly. He wanted to hold your hand when you walked along a market, laughing and talking casually. He wanted to press his face against your thighs as you fiddled with his long hair. He wanted to feel your warmth radiate onto his cool body while you read a book with your back pressed up against his chest. 

He wanted to feel your warm skin against his, basking in the sweet sensations of you. He wanted to give you everything; the desire to please you struck deep within his soul. 

Due to the lack of experience in such longing touches, he had struggled quite a bit. He struggled not to let his muscles tense when you lay a hand on his shoulder in comfort. His lungs restricting the air in them at the sensation of your lips peppering faint kisses on his chest. The strange phenomenon, however, was the fact that he loved your touches.

He loved the way the pads of your fingers ran down his spine. He loved the way your heat seeped into his skin. He loved the way your softness caressing his rough skin. Despite all of the times his body had betrayed him, he loved it.

You were reading some of your spells, trying to memorize every detail about them. For a short while, you didn’t even notice the Witcher make his way to bed. However, Geralt never got comfortable and only sat on the edge of the bed with his back turned towards you. 

Your sweet, honey-filled voice interrupted his intruding thoughts. “Why are you so tense, my love?”

He let out a long sigh, eyes flickering towards yours before fluttering down to his lap. You could tell that he wanted to say something, but his mind was betraying him leaving him with a blank stare as he twiddled his thumbs. 

“Lay down.” 

There were a few beats of silence, his back still shining before your eyes. You knew he must’ve had something troubling him even further if his ears ignored your presence. He rarely would ignore you of all people. It was as though he was incapable of it; his mind was constantly filled with thoughts of you. 

“Lay down, Geralt.”

Your tone was much sharper than before, the hints becoming more of a demand than a question. He blinked before doing as he was told and laid on his stomach. His eyes fluttered close when he felt you lay on top of him, your legs meeting the end of his back. 

His mutated heart starts to beat a little faster, your lips gently kissing the nape of his neck. He felt vulnerable as his cheeks scrunched up against the feathered bedding while your lips skated across his skin.

Your finger mindlessly started to trace a large scar, and his body immediately reacted by shivering from your delicate touches. He couldn’t help but let out a whimper as your hands caress his back, rubbing back and forth. 

Your body lifts itself at the sound. Your mouth hung open slightly in surprise. You weren’t expecting such a sound to erupt from him, more or less from the massive stoic Witcher. For a split second, you could have sworn there was a hint of blush that rested on his cheeks, most likely from the embarrassment of the sound he had made.

Nonetheless, you ignored it and continued to poke and prod at his tense muscles. Your hands worked their way from the top of his shoulders—grinding and digging to elevate the stress he was so clearly under. 

A moan escapes his lips, and you giggle, trying to dig even further into his muscles. You could tell that he felt good; his lips curled into a small smile. 

“Your hands are wonders, little dove.”

You laugh slightly, warmth spreading in your chest as a groan slips past his lips. Your hands kneading the sore battle-scarred muscles had felt like heaven. His skin burned with each touch you gave. 

You stop for a second before prompting him to roll over. He looks at you teasingly, watching as you try to lift him. He was like four men in one, so it was hard to get him to budge. Finally, he turns over and shares a couple of giggles with you. 

He lets out a small gasp as you immediately go to kiss down his chest, his hair slightly tickling your lips. On days like these, Geralt would normally wrap his arms around you and pepper kisses along your body. However, he just stared at the thatched ceiling while his breaths became shallow. 

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“I just… I feel as though you deserve more.” Your heart broke a little at the sullen look on his face; the furrowed eyebrows and teary eyes told you everything. All you could do was softly smile and take his large hands into yours. 

“You are stubborn, yes. You lack emotion more than anyone I’ve ever met, you’re thick-headed, and you have the worst of tempers.” You pull his head up to look at you. His eyes slightly widened at the burst of adoration that flowed between your glistening eyes. His stomach churned with pure glee while you squeezed his hands, “But those qualities that you always deem as negative are what I love about you. My love for you isn’t as simple as a want or desire. My love for you is by what you do and how you live. You are my life, my love. You are my stars and my sea.”

He just stared at your face. His eyes flickered between the crease of your brows, the hollows of your cheeks, and the plumpness of your lips. At first, you thought he was going to kiss you passionately, but he just held your face in his hands.

“I’m never letting you go, dove, ever. Anyone will feel my wrath if they disagree otherwise.”

“Hmm, that better be a promise, my love.”

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[widowsofchaos]

Cabin Fever - Masterlist (Ongoing)*

summary: A mysterious drifter waltz into your homey life, asking for help. He seems kind, and generous. But what if he’s more than he lets on?

pairing: dark!Stucky x black!Reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat: Prophetic dreams, kidnapping, dub-non con, smut (f/m/m), slight body horror, stockholm syndrome, murder. Bearded lumberjack Steve and Bucky (a warning itself, WOOF.)

a/n: Submission for @imanuglywombat & @nellblazer ‘s Lumberjack Challenge. Title by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor <3

ao3 // Lumberjack Au

i. Cabin Fever

#Cabin Fever masterlist #buckybarnesplumwhore wrote this #dark stucky x reader #stucky x reader

[notyetneedcoffee]

Old Fashion Christmas

Just a little drabble full of fluff

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Steve loves the idea of a traditional Christmas, so he was excited to help pick out a tree and decorate the house for your first Christmas together. However, when you went shopping for decorations, he was quick to drag you out of the aisle when you picked out twenty-dollar ornaments. “Nope. No way. I have a better idea.”

Instead, to your utter bewilderment, you leave the store with flour, salt, paint and ribbon. The whole way home he refused to discuss his plan. You let it lie, though, finding the smirk on his face irresistible. 

To your complete surprise, when you get home he mixes up this simple dough and rolls it flat. While you sit on the counter, sipping hot chocolate, Steve cuts out stars, circles, and bells. After he slips them in the oven, he nestled between your knees to pull you close and kiss you. “You’ll love this, I promise.”

And again, he was right. 

A few hours later, the two of you sat and the kitchen table laughing. Christmas music played. You both enjoyed a glass of red wine while you painted the hard dough ornaments with paints of reds, greens and golds. His painting was detailed and beautiful. You cringed a little at your attempts, but he kissed your neck and laughed. “I love them.”

Once everything was on the tree you had to admit, you liked the tree way more than any amount of fancy ornaments could ever make it. Leaning into his side and wrapping your arms around his waist, you nuzzled his chest. “You’re right. This is perfect.”

His lips pressed against your forehead as he squeezed you tight. “Sure is, sweetheart. Merry Christmas.”

HAPPY HOLIDAYS - NO MATTER WHAT OR HOW YOU CELEBRATE! LOVE GOES OUT TO EVERYONE!

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[harryspet]

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.

taglist: @cherienymphe @lovelynerdytraveler @buckysbunny @hollandsdream @micki-smiles @buckybarnesplumwhore @arts-ismything​ @saharzek @what-is-your-wish @brattypeony @hermayone @buckysugar @mischiefmanaged011​ @visintaes​  @watercoolerpaint​ @disaster-rose​ @slutforsebstan

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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.

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You were restless. You pulled the sleeves of your oversized sweater as if you were trying to hold onto something so you wouldn't fall apart. Therapy was an entirely foreign concept to you. You never had the chance to talk to someone, let alone an expert about the things you had done. How could you? The life you were forced to live wasn't exactly a lenient one. But you were fortunate enough to be here, to get the help you didn't think you deserve and without Natasha, God knows what the government could do to you. You'd probably never be free... At least as free as you could ever be.

The ticking clock shows a few minutes had passed by with only you and your thoughts. It was also approaching the number when you are supposed to meet your therapist. Dr. Raynor... You kept repeating her name in mind, worried that you might forget her name too. You didn't wanna make a first bad impression, when you were pardoned, they gave you a few conditions that you must fulfil and one of them was to make sure that Dr. Raynor can help you recover. Forgetting her name would seem like you are not making any progress. You didn't really care what Dr. Raynor would think because she was practically a stranger,  however, you owed it to Natasha.

Your mind recalled the dreams you had last night, one of the many nightmares you couldn't escape every night. The perplexion you felt when you were first in that room, the strange faces you felt and the unfamiliar language they spoke. You remember how scared and cold you were and you couldn't run. Then the needle in your skin and how they did not only puncture your flesh but how the injection burned your veins, a man with a sinister face loomed over you and whispered, "you're going to help us finish our work." And that's when you woke up, with sweat all over your skin and the uncontrollable speed of your beating heart.

Then a figure walked past by you, with his hands in his pockets and he sat across you. He reclined his head on the wall, looking anywhere else but you. Something about him called out to you, it was as if you had run into him before but you couldn't figure out when and where... With the serum running in your veins, you were able to smell his musky cologne and detect the colour of his eyes. You could also hear his steady breathing but what drew you most into him was the chaos in his thoughts. You could sense how dark and mysterious it was... Like the ocean, something that resembled the windows to his soul too. You stared at him longer than you intended to, you didn't realize until he caught you and you quickly directed your gaze somewhere else. You swore the corner of your eyes caught that tiny smirk of his.

You wanted to look at him again but you didn't wanna creep him off. So you looked down at the sleeves of your sweater and pretended that you weren't embarrassed by being caught staring. "Is this your first time?" a gentle voice alerted you.

"Sorry?" you looked up at him. My God, you had never seen a man so beautiful in the long years you had lived.

"Is this your first session with Dr. Raynor?"

"Uh, yes. So I'm a little nervous." you shyly replied.

"Don't be, she can be a little passive-aggressive and cynical sometimes but as long as you answer her questions, she can be nice."

You nodded, "thank you," you politely smiled at him. "I'm y/n, by the way."

"Bucky."

"Bucky..." something about that name felt oddly familiar. You repeated his name as if it could refresh your memory.

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A Mere Mortal - Epilogue

A/N: Officially the last part of my first ever series!

Warnings: 18+ Smut, fluff!

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Your bottom lip took the brunt willingly as your teeth sunk into them to keep yourself from screaming as Bucky’s head dipped between your legs. Sniffing your arousal, the primal act making your cheeks warm.

Small licks along the skin on your inner thighs while his hands had you pinned down roughly to keep your hips from rising off the bed. Steel-blue eyes visibly darkened from the sight of your glistening core, he took a few deep breaths to keep himself from losing control.

Noticing your muffled sighs he stopped, making you whine at the loss of contact.

“Don’t you dare doll, I want your screams to echo into the night.” He whispered, lust-blown eyes boring into yours, licking his lips seductively before lowering his head again.

Gripping the sheets tightly by your sides you threw your head back, a heavy sigh escaping your lips as Bucky’s tongue met your folds. He relished in your moans while delving his tongue into your pussy, nose brushing lightly against your clit, his facial hair brushed along your skin bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

His hands slid up your body to knead your breasts making your own hands cover his in encouragement, clouding your thoughts.

“I-I’m close.”

“I know baby.”

Without warning, he plunged a finger inside all while latching onto your clit, tongue swirling in circles, enough to make you see stars. The added stimulation pushed you over the edge and you came screaming profanities, walls fluttering around his finger making him groan in pleasure watching you fall apart, your face contorted in a look he wanted to keep in memory forever.

Bucky continued lapping your juices up, riding out your orgasm while your legs quivered, heaving chest as your breath slowly returned to normal.

Kissing his way up your body, his lips caught yours in a searing kiss, your taste lingering on them as you pulled him closer, fingers sliding into his hair while he hummed, rolling his clothed erection against your sensitive core.

“Quit teasing Bucky.” Your voice needy as you pulled his hips over yours using your legs, earning a chuckle from Bucky.

Not wasting any time, he lowered his boxers down to his ankles, never breaking the kiss. Bucky slid his cock between your folds a few times, gathering your slick before stopping at your entrance, darkened eyes meeting yours pleading permission.

“Please…”

That was all he needed to drive home, your welcoming warmth eliciting a grunt, the sound sinfully delicious to your ears as you held onto his shoulders, the feeling of being so stretched out overwhelming. He gave you time to adjust to his size and to calm his nerves, not wanting to hurt you, before you clenched your walls around his cock, silently begging him to start moving.

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Insistent scratching against the bedroom door roused you and Bucky from your post-coital nap. His firm grip on your waist and faint breath against the back of your neck made you smile.

“Looks like our Bear needs some attention.”

Our Bear.

That made your heart swell as Bucky’s lips traced the expanse of your shoulder up your neck and ear where he placed soft kisses, his stubble tickling your skin.

Covering your nakedness with his shirt without actually bothering to button it, you padded down the stairs, Bucky having picked up the puppy to bring him down to the living room. Your morning activities left you famished, reminding you that you were sans proper food. 

Bucky promised to make you breakfast while you quickly showered and returned to hop onto the counter to watch the still half-naked man flip pancakes, hair ruffled in the best way making him appear like one of those models posing for Men’s Fitness or an equivalent. You shamelessly checked him out earning a smirk from him as he began preparing a plate for you. 

“Not subtle Miss (Y/L/N)” Bucky laughed, handing you the food plate loaded with pancakes, scrambled eggs and toast before standing between your legs.

“Can you blame me Mr Landlord?” You bit your lip as your legs locked behind his torso, caging him in before capturing his lips in a kiss. His tongue traced your bottom lip as you happily obliged and opened your mouth to deepen it. 

A loud and embarrassing grumble from your stomach interrupted the moment making you both laugh as you parted. 

“Okay food first.” 

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Your body was on fire yet again. Every touch, every kiss made your head spin. He was leaving a trail of hot kisses down your jaw and neck before reaching the spot that made you moan loudly as he sucked hard.

You rolled over and straddled his hips placing your hands over his toned chest. You leaned down to kiss him and he sighed opening his mouth to allow your tongue to explore it further. The fight for dominance continued as his hands tugged your hair. You slid your own in his raven black hair.

You rolled your hips against his clothed erection earning another grunt from him. You were placing wet kisses down his torso almost reaching the waistband of his underwear when he grabbed you and spoke in that deep honey dripping voice,

“We still  have plenty of time for that later darling. Allow me to taste you first.” Your eyes flew open as you stared at Loki’s lust filled face.

Gasping out loud, you bolted upright, sheets gathered at your feet and sweat gathered on your forehead. This wasn’t happening for the first time, you knew that. This dream had tormented you long enough to know it wasn’t random. That recurring dream could only mean one thing. 

Loki was back in town.

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1, 32, 41 with my mans bucky in case you’re still taking the prompt requests my love!!!!

ily poppy thank u for sending these in ;) idk what this is but it’s hella horny i’ll tell you that 

smut prompts: "do you think of me when you touch yourself?" "are you jealous?" "call me that again."

warnings: smut!! so 18+ only, afab!reader, daddy!bucky, jealousy, voyeurism, brat!reader, squirting, fingering, minors do not interact

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You didn’t mean to be a brat today, not at all. You actually woke up happily in Bucky’s arms, snuggling together as the sun shined through your thin curtains. You watched him make breakfast and pressed small kisses to his shoulder blade. It was a lovely morning, to be honest. 

But then the two of you had to go to work, and that made you fussy, to begin with. And to top it all off, Bucky’s assistant started to be extra flirty with him. At first, you didn’t give a fuck. Bucky was absolutely in love with you, and she probably just didn’t know you were his. However, once she lifted her hand to touch his bulging arms, that’s when you snapped.

You had been an utter brat ever since. Bucky had asked you to give a file over to Fury, and you had refused, stomping your foot on the ground and yelling at him to do it himself. Once lunch came around, and the Avengers were all hanging out, you didn’t sit next to him. And you always sat next to him. 

You would even ignore any questions he sent your way, work-related or not. You could tell that Bucky’s patience was being tested too. A scowl would rest on his face every single time you refused to talk to him. 

“That’s it, princess, what on earth has been going on with you today?!” You were currently sitting in his office chair: arms crossed over your chest and lips curled into a pout. You didn’t say a word, still wanting to ignore him when his assistant walked by, and you immediately frowned. 

It was like a lightbulb had sprung into his head as he watched. He knew exactly what was going on. “Are you jealous?”

You gasped, “I am not jealous! How could you think that?” 

He just chuckled and closed the door behind him. “Is that why you’ve been actin’ like a brat? Have I not given you enough attention, baby?”

You wanted to give in to his honey-laced voice, but you bit your tongue and held your head high. 

“Touch yourself. Now.”

Your eyes practically popped out of your sockets at his demand. You were in the middle of work, and his office had pretty open glass windows. The tower had been quite busy today too. With the mess of the city, anyone could catch you two. 

“Are you serious? I’m not going to do that here.”

He rolled his eyes before stalking over to you, his large frame towering over you. “You’ve been a fucking brat all day, yeah? I want you to touch yourself right on my desk, so everyone will know who I belong to.” 

You could feel your heart rapidly beat against your chest at his words. He lifted you onto the deep mahogany desk and then plopped himself right into his own office chair. He rested his elbow on the armrest and watched you with those piercing eyes. He raised an eyebrow as you continued to stare at him, your whole body suddenly becoming shy. 

“Spread those pretty legs for me, hmm?” He tapped the inner thigh and smirked, watching as you unfolded before him. Your skirt flowed around you but allowed him a view of your panties—a wet patch already gathered. 

You slipped a hand in your panties and started to rub on your sensitive nub. You softly moaned, your head leaning back as you pressed just a bit harder. You could feel his eyes burning onto your body; he didn’t dare to blink just in case he missed your sweet little show. 

You scooted your skirt and panties down, prompting them to plop onto the floor. You gasped as you entered a finger and teasing yourself with only a little bit of pressure. 

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

You nod, “I only think of you, Bucky. I-I think about your big cock stuffing me full. I wish they were your fingers instead, Buck.”

Your body was squirming around on the desk. You slowly enter another finger, a long moan leaving your mouth. Bucky had a large smirk on his face, but he still just watched. You looked utterly divine like that, legs spread out and pussy on display. 

He could eat you right up, his hot tongue resting on your wet lips. But you were a brat today, and he wanted you to earn his touch. He continued to watch with a smug grin while you started to falter. You begged and pleaded for Bucky, your moans loud and echoing around the office.

“You’re mine, sweetheart. Don’t ever fucking forget that. Fuckin’ mine.”

Your fingers were hitting each and every spot, clouding your mind as you wished they were Buckys. The sound was obscene—absolutely horrendous. Your cunt was wet and gushing, your legs were shaking, and your mouth hung open. You pleaded, begged, and whined for the only man you could ever want. 

“D-daddy, please, I can’t-” Your eyes widened as the words left your mouth, your body completely frozen. You hadn’t talked about this before, but it felt so natural to say them out loud. You opened your mouth to apologize, but the look on his face said otherwise. 

He leaned closer towards you, his face as serious as he had ever been. “Call me that again.” He moved your hands away and teased your entrance with his fingers. 

“Daddy! Please, daddy, I need you.” He didn’t waste a single second as he plunged his fingers inside you. You mewled loudly into the air, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. 

His fingers are fucking you at a rapid pace. You watched as his fingers disappeared inside you with each thrust. You couldn’t do much but focus on the feeling, his long thick fingers pushing you towards the edge. He growled as he felt your walls clench around him.

“I feel you’re close, baby. Are you gonna cum for daddy? That’s it, pretty baby. Cum for daddy.”

“Mr. Barnes? Mr. Stark wanted you to-”

You couldn’t hold it in longer as the coil snapped, your high hitting you all at once and flowing through every part of your body. You screamed his name over and over, your juices flying out of you and all over your hand. You didn’t even notice the shocked expression of his assistant as she just stood there in surprise.

You looked up to see that some of your slick had reached even on Bucky’s expensive suit. Your heart was pounding in your ears, and you could barely hear his next words. All you could see was his dashing smirk and gleaming eyes. 

“I’ll be right there, thank you. I’ve got to take care of my princess first.”

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