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navybrat817 · 4 months

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Navy. We got to cuddle with our florist. Are we also going to cuddle with our tattoo artist? 🥺

Of course, nonnie.

Traditions and Innovation

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to kiss you under the mistletoe, but it doesn't happen in the traditional sense.

Word Count: Over 1.7k

Warnings: Kissing, humor, tension, teasing, inner monologue, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

Previous Part of AU: Rules and Chaos

A/N: Sorry, lovelies. I'm only capable of ficlets lately, but enjoy some Hottie and Sugar. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics and Bucky edit by the amazing @nixakimbo .Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“My poor, shivering Sugar. Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up in no time,” Bucky said as he curled a hand around your hip, feeling him smile when he brushed a kiss against your temple. “It’s a tough job, but I’ll do it.”

An icy breeze crept into your bones through your coat when you rushed over to the tattoo parlor minutes ago, earning a sympathetic gaze from Jake when you walked through the door. It was one of the coldest days you could remember and you couldn’t get rid of the chill until Bucky offered to cuddle with you on the couch in the break room. You weren’t about to turn down his generous offer.

Especially since the guys made the room bright and cozy for the holidays with twinkling lights.

“Yeah, I really had to twist your arm to snuggle with me,” you teased, your heart thudding as you tilted your head back and let his lips skim along the column of your neck. It was almost criminal how soft his kisses were. “And I have no doubt in your abilities, Hottie.”

The man was built like a furnace, his firm body seeping warmth into yours as he held you in his embrace. Heat continued to pulse through your veins as he chuckled low and deep. “If you ever doubt my abilities in anything, I won’t hesitate to tie you to my bed and prove you wrong,” he promised, his voice even lower as it slipped into something more intimate.

You shivered for an entirely different reason now, threading your fingers through his hair and gripping them before his mouth could reach your chest. It earned you a throaty groan in response, one that nearly had you crawling in his lap. Somehow you managed to stop yourself.

“We can’t get too carried away,” you said, as much as you wanted to. You had to get back to your shop and he had a client coming in for a touch-up shortly. “Don’t give me that look,” you half begged, trying to ignore how your insides clenched when he lifted his head and gave you a glimpse of his darkened eyes.

How could you ever feel cold under that heated stare?

“But I want some sugar, Sugar,” he purred, one hand coming up to gently grasp your chin. Warm breath ghosted across your lips as he leaned in. “Just a little taste.”

Oh, how I want him to properly taste me. Make me see stars. Make me cry his name.

It was almost chaste in the beginning, his lips gently brushing against yours before he pulled back and leaned back in. Your lips parted first, silently begging for him to deepen the kiss. He still had his hand on your chin as he took his time, as if he truly wanted to taste what your mouth had to offer.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he murmured when he pulled back, his gaze dropping to your lips as you caught your breath. That look alone made your toes curl. “I should put mistletoe everywhere just to find more excuses to kiss you.”

“That would be a first for me,” you said before you could stop yourself.

“What would be a first?”

“Being kissed under mistletoe. I’ve never done that,” you admitted with heated cheeks though there was no need to feel embarrassed.

Bucky pulled back a bit further as his eyebrows shot up, taking some of the warmth with him. “No one has kissed you under mistletoe? How is that possible?”

“I guess I haven’t had the opportunity,” you answered carefully.

A lump formed in your throat when he continued to stare and you weren’t quite sure why. Maybe it was because he treated you as if the sun, moon, and stars hung in the sky because of you. Not everyone saw you as anything special the way he did.

No one ever loved or cared enough about you before to try.

He slowly shook his head as if he refused to believe you. “Well, I’m fixing that right now,” he said more to himself than you before he gently put his hands over your ears. “Jensen!”

You smiled at his muffled shout before he put his arms back around you. His voice carried when he wanted it to. “Yeah?” Jake yelled back before he rushed to the break room and stuck his head in through the doorway. “What’s up?”

“Do we have any mistletoe around here?” Bucky asked.

“Bucky, what are you doing?” You whispered.

“Finding mistletoe before you go back to the shop. And, no, I’m not letting you leave until we find some,” he whispered back, waiting for Jake to give him an answer.

“I don’t think we do. Steve mentioned buying some,” he said, fiddling with his glasses before his eyes widened. “Wait! I think Hal has something that should work.”

“Of fucking course, he does,” your boyfriend mumbled affectionately as Jake went to get him.

“You really don’t have to do anything, Bucky,” you told him, turning his face back toward you. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he wanted to. He was a romantic at heart and you secretly enjoyed that he wanted to find some. “I appreciate it, but we don’t need something hanging over our heads for us to kiss.”

“I know we don’t, but maybe I want to give you that opportunity to have that kind of kiss,” he said. Your mouth went dry at his heart stopping smile. “If you’ll indulge me.”

You felt the weight of his tender gaze as you smiled, your eyes burning slightly from unshed tears. Thinking back on dating jerks like Richard, you were thankful for the experience because it showed you how guys should treat you and that you wouldn’t settle for less than what you deserved. It began with loving yourself.

“There’s no one else I’d rather kiss,” you said, resting your hand on his chest before Hal strolled into the room.

“Well, well, well,” he smiled, bringing attention to his hair as he ran a hand through it. As if he didn't turn enough heads on a normal day, he decided to dye his hair red and half green for the holiday season. “I heard you were looking for some mistletoe.”

“Yeah, you have any?” Bucky asked impatiently.

Hal chuckled and lifted his shirt slightly, giving you both a quick flash of his abs. “As a matter of fact…”

“Oh, my god,” you giggled, covering your mouth as Hal gestured to his belt. The hand painted buckle had mistletoe painted on it with “KISS ME” written underneath. “That’s…”

You stole a glance at Bucky and you swore you saw his left eye twitch. He likely had a sweet plan in his mind and got this instead. “What the fuck is that?”

“It’s mistletoe. Just like you asked for. I mean, it’s a form of mistletoe. I have a date tonight with Angel,” Hal explained, pointing at it again. You wanted to wish him good luck with his date, but you couldn’t stop giggling. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here, get on your knees, and start kissing. Or should I go over there?”

There was no mistaking your boyfriend’s eye twitch this time as your laughter died down. “I’m not kissing my girlfriend by your crotch. I’d sooner choke you with that belt.”

Hal seemed to consider it before he quickly shook his head. “Nah. I tried the choking thing once. Not really for me,” he said, smirking mischievously as he looked between the two of you. “But if she’s into that-”

Well...

You grabbed Bucky’s arm before he could launch himself at his employee and friend, who held his hands up in surrender. “Here’s a thought. Why don’t you take the belt off and hold it over our heads,” You suggested, hoping to appease your boyfriend as Hal unbuckled his belt with a shrug and removed it from the loops. “It still counts.”

“Not exactly traditional,” Bucky muttered under his breath before you brushed a finger along his chiseled jaw.

“We’ll call this innovative,” you said with a sweet and sincere smile. One you knew he couldn't resist.

“Innovative, huh?” Bucky asked, pulling you close as Hal waltzed over with an amused smile and dangled the belt above your heads.

“Yes,” you smiled as he framed your face. “So kiss me, please.”

Bucky held your cheeks with such care that it sent your heart soaring. This kiss was softer than before, yet full of promise and hunger, deep and thorough. He stole the breath from your lungs until you were left dizzy and wanting more.

It was the kind of kiss that warmed you up all over, like a flame no one could ever put out.

He pulled away first, slowly, but he seemed just as affected as you felt since he let out a shuddering breath and didn't let you go. “Fuck,” he whispered, bringing a smile to your face.

You had to close your eyes again to center yourself, still smiling. “Yeah. Fuck,” you whispered back before Hal cleared his throat.

“I really do adore you two lovebirds,” he began, stepping back to put his belt back on as you opened your eyes. Bucky didn't bother to look his way, only gazing at you. “But before you round the next base, Andy’s still talking about replacing the couch from the last time.”

He'll change his tune if he ever fools around in here with Sunny.

“Thank you, Hal,” you said, bringing a hand to Bucky’s cheek before he could grumble. Your touch was enough to soften his demeanor. “And thank you for my mistletoe kiss. I'll never forget it.”

Just like your first date that didn't go as planned, it made it all the more special.

Bucky smiled before he helped you both get to your feet. You had to get back to work. “I'm glad you liked it, but I’m getting us some actual mistletoe later and putting it all over our apartments. Bedrooms included.”

“Is that innovative?”

“Yeah, it is,” he smiled, sneaking in one more tender kiss before you had to go.

As long as Bucky would be the one to kiss you, he could put up mistletoe wherever he wanted.

These two. 🥰 Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 12 days

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If You Want To Taste The Universe. Just Kiss her... (Affinity Series)

Alpha!Bucky x Sweet Little Omega!POC!Reader

Wordcount: 2920

Summary:

This was certainly not how you imagined meeting your boyfriend's best friend. You left a lasting impression, that’s for sure.

Warnings:

Meet-Cute, Fluff and Smut, smut and humor, Shameless Smut, Accidental Voyeurism, Alpha/Omega, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Alpha Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers is a Tease, Porn With Plot

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Let's take a glimpse into the beginning of you and Bucky. Happy reading Heathens!

Bannner by @cafekitsune Divider by @firefly-graphics

It’s been one hell of a day so far. Work has been hectic. Which would be fine, if it weren’t for the fact that the A/C conked out and it was hotter than Hades’ hair out today. Thank the goddess below that it was time for lunch.

Your normally greedy appetite was considerably minimal this afternoon, as it was just too hot to have an overly full belly. So instead of a hearty sandwich from your favorite food truck in the park nearby, you’ve opted for an ice-cold Hawaiian Ice from the food cart instead.

As you’re grabbing your favorite mid-day snack a Dachshund rushes between your legs, quickly followed by a Corgi and a sizable Pitbull. Before you know it you’re tangled up in various dog leads.

You look up to find a young dog walker apologizing profusely but not bothering to help you with the mess she created. You don’t want to yell at the poor girl for her lack of assistance. That might just scare the clearly excited dogs. Making your predicament all the more complicated to get out of.

Unbeknownst to you, this bizarre encounter has been witnessed by a man passing by. Seeing the clear agitation on your face he proceeds to walk over. “I’m sorry but can I help you out? I watched the whole thing go down and you look like you could use a hand.”

“Please. I’m trying to remain calm to not freak the dogs out more. With my luck I’ll end up face first on the concrete.” You nervously laugh.

“Hang tight. I’ll get you untangled in no time.” With that the stranger in leather got to work. Before long you were set free and the dog walker with her calvary of canines were back on track for their next adventure.

“Thank you so much for your help. Who knows how long I would have been stuck like that.”

“It was nothing, really. Glad I could help.” He gives you a bashful smile. It’s the first time you get a good look at his face and holy shit is this man f-i-n-e, FINE.

“Let me buy you a cone to thank you. It’s such a hot day and you're in leather. It’s the least I could do.”

“The heat doesn’t bother me. I welcome it, actually. So a cone isn’t necessary. But I wouldn’t mind getting your number. You know so I could check in and make sure you made it through the day unscathed.”

A devastating smile adorns his face. Making his steel gray eyes sparkle in the sunlight.

“Very smooth. Mr. Tall, dark and handsome.” You chuckle.

He laughs back and holds his gloved hand out. “James Barnes but you can call me Bucky.”

You place your hand in his and tell him your name.

“Beautiful name. I wasn’t kidding about that number. If it’ll make you feel better I can give you mine instead. That way the ball is in your court. What do you say?”

“That sounds agreeable. You were my knight in leather armor after all.”

You reach into your bag, retrieving your phone and place it in his large palm. You watch with rapt attention as he places his number in your contacts. He doesn’t even try to be slick and text himself so that he can have yours.

When he steps forward to slip it back into your purse you can’t help but take in the amazing scent of sandalwood, whiskey and honey wafting off of him.

“I won’t keep you. I’m sure you have someplace to be.” He goes to turn the way he originally came. “I hope the rest of your day is as bright as your smile.” With that parting remark he sets off into the park.

Something inside you is pulling you to chase after him. You fight the urge, telling yourself that you need to get back to work. Instead you grab a new cone. While waiting on your flavors to be added to the icy treat you find the courage to go ahead and text him now. What harm could it do?

O: Hi! You just saved me from a tangle of dog leads. I have procured a new cone of shaved ice and am heading back to work. Thank you again for the assist. Please do let me know how I can repay you. Bucky: And here I thought it’d be a couple of days before I heard from you. Color me pleasantly surprised. As I said before, it really was nothing. But if it means so much for you to “repay me”. How about you let me take you out to dinner tomorrow? Make sure you get a proper meal. O: Wow you really are bold aren't you? B: To be honest I’m not normally this upfront. There is just something about you. And I want to find out more. So what do you say my damsel in distress? I know this great little place in Brooklyn. O: Would this be a date? Or just a consolation prize for being chivalrous? B: I would like it to be a date but I’m not going to assume. O: Can I meet you there? You know, just in case I need to make a clean getaway? B: Fine by me. Although I’m hoping you won’t need to. O: Looks like you got yourself a date. B: Great! I’ll send you the address. See you tomorrow at 7pm little Omega. O: How do you know if I’m an Omega or not? B: Doll, you weren’t the only one sneaking a sniff when I went to put your phone away. That honey sweet scent of yours is unforgettable. O: You caught me smelling you! B: Relax. I just admitted to doing it too. I kind of like that you couldn’t help yourself. O: I’d be embarrassed but you smelled too good to resist. I better get back to work before they notice I’ve been on my lunch too long. B: Alright. Have a good rest of your day little Omega. I’ll see you tomorrow. O: Thanks again for saving me. B: Anytime, doll. Anytime.

That dinner turned into talking until the restaurant closed and continuing your night wandering Brooklyn with the infamous Winter Soldier. How you missed that your savior was an Avenger is beyond you but it’s of no matter now. Bucky, Super Soldier or not, has been a pretty great guy to you so far.

Not to mention that you’ve only been dating a couple weeks and the sexual tension between you is through the roof. It’s certainly looking for an escape. When he asked if you wanted to keep it simple today by just coming over to cook and watch a movie you jumped at the chance.

Now here you were riding him on the couch. Your skirt pulled up to your waist, and your bralette pulled down enough to expose your tits. Allowing for Bucky to feast on them. Marking you up as you have a hold of his hair. He’s shirtless. His pants and boxer briefs pulled down to his calves as you let your natural impulses guide you.

Your head is tossed back as you lose yourself to the feeling of being so full when you hear a voice speak up behind you.

“You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?”

Shocked by the deep timbre that can only be Bucky’s roommate, your hips grind to a halt. “I thought you said no one was gonna be home for another two hours?” You demand of the alpha below you.

“Fucking hell, Stevie. Didn’t you have a briefing and paperwork that needed to be finished today?”

“Decided to come home and do the paperwork here in comfort in the office. I didn't know you had company, or I would have stayed at the compound.” His eyes travel the bits of you that are exposed as he gets a whiff of your intoxicating scent. “Hi. I’m Steve Rogers.”

“I’d shake your hand but I'm a little preoccupied. Nice to meet you, Steve. Wish it was under different circumstances. Mind heading to your office now so we can finish what we started. You caught us right when it was getting good.”

Your response shocks him. “Oh she’s fucking perfect for you Buck. Let me know when it’s safe to come back out. We can order a late dinner and have a proper introduction.” With a sly smile he gives you another once over and heads off down the hallway.

With slow, controlled movements, you give your hips a cursory grind. A moan escapes both of your throats as the coarse hair along his pelvis stimulates your clit. Making your walls involuntarily squeeze tight around him.

You place Bucky’s hands back on your hips as you start a languorous pace. Completely giving yourself over to the sensations of lazy first-time sex. It doesn’t always have to be, tear your clothes off crazy the first time.

It may have started that way, but this lazy sensory overloaded romp is hitting all the spots you didn’t know needed scratched. You look down at the broad, thick body of the Alpha below you. Your fingers dancing along all the ridges and grooves of sculpted muscle as you take what you need from him. His crystal blues stare back at you with such adoration that you almost lose your breath.

Rising from the cushions supporting his back, Bucky pulls you in closer. His metal arm feels cool against the heated flesh along your spine. Your chests, pressed tight, rise and fall together. Your hands roaming freely, seeking new skin to touch and tease. Your lips and tongues becoming acquainted with each other once more.

You have no idea how long you remain locked in this tight sensual embrace of flesh and lust before the telltale signs of an impending orgasm creep up on you.

“Close.” You whimper into the crook of his neck. Arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. “Alpha, I’m so close.”

You feel as his hands glide themselves down to the meat of your hips. With a grip that is both demanding but soft he increases the speed at which you are riding him. “That’s it Omega. Little pussy is gripping me so tight. Go ahead and let go. Drench my cock so I can finally give you my knot."

He teases your mating gland with his tongue. Making everything start to get fuzzy in your brain. "Gonna stuff you so full there's no way you won’t make a mess on my lap. You'll be leaking me all night.”

The combination of friction against your swollen clit, mixed with Bucky's filthy words whispered in your ear and the sensation of his lips leaving open mouthed kisses along your overheated skin is the perfect catalyst for you to succumb to the mind-numbing full body orgasm that has been building for some time now.

You toss your head back and release a moan worthy of a porn star. Eyes closed, you ride each wave of your orgasm as they ebb and flow. A cacophony of swears and whimpers, accompanied by your Alpha's name, expel themselves from your now hoarse throat.

Allowing your body to guide you, your lips find the space along the juncture between your Alphas throat and shoulder. You don’t want to bite down. It's far too early in the relationship for that kind of claim. Instead you proceed to suck. Leaving a purplish hickey behind.

The feel of your luscious mouth clamping down on his flesh is the thing that pushes him over the edge. With a deep growl, he trusts upward and impales you on his now swollen knot. Making sure to leave a hickey of his own against your mating gland.

Your sensitive channel can feel each twitch of his cock as he spills inside of you. Filling you to the brim and then some, just like he promised.

With eyes glazed over, you both revel in the post orgasmic bliss. As you lay your head against his shoulder you can't help but to run your fingers along his scruffy jaw as you admire the Alpha that has quickly become very important to you.

“Can I borrow some sweats? I don’t need to worry about first impressions anymore. I think my naked ass left one I won’t be able to top anyway. So I’d like to comfortable at least for my second impression.”

Bucky chuckles and then gives your ass a squeeze. “This ass left a lasting impression on me too. But the thought of you wearing my clothes, making em smell all sweet like you, yeah that’s happening. In fact, I’m tempted to tease you all night so your slick soaks the fabric.”

He bites his lip and you can feel his softened cock begin to twitch.

“Uh, uh, Alpha. Don’t go getting yourself all excited again. We’ve already made Steve stay locked away in the office long enough. I’m not running the risk of him disliking me because you can’t control yourself and make him feel like a guest in his own home.” You chastise him.

“See that right there. Thinking about my best friend’s needs and opinion. That’s one of the things that makes so sweet. It helps even out all that sass.” He swats your ass as you stare at him mouth agape.

“You’ll pay for that later.” Your eyes go all doe eyed and soft as you whisper, “Sarg.”

“Fuck.” He whispers before taking a calming breath. “Let’s go grab you something comfy from my room.”

He lifts you up as if you weigh nothing and makes his way down the hall. Stopping at the cracked office door. “Get out of those stuffy work clothes Cap and throw on something more comfortable. We’ll meet you in the kitchen in 5 and sort out dinner.”

“Aye, Aye, Sargent.” Steve responds. Making you giggle against Bucky’s neck.

“Damnit Stevie. Don’t make this weird.” He sighs. “See you in 5.”

“So, Bucky’s damsel in distress is finally here in the flesh.” Steve gives a wicked smile.

“I told you not to make it weird, pal.” Bucky shakes his head.

You laugh it off. “He’s not making it weird. Why deny what he saw. It’s not his fault he walked in on what he did. We could have easily been in the safety of your room earlier.”

“You sure about that Omega. If I remember correctly. You couldn’t keep your hands to yourself the whole ride over here. You were perfuming so much my car is going to be smelling like sweet little omega for weeks.” He teases his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’m surprised we even made it into the house at all. I would have gladly taken you once we parked in the garage.”

He is really trying to get you flustered in front of his best friend. Little does he know you thrive off of this type of give and take. Not much can embarrass you. Not after the hardships life has thrown your way.

“So that’s why the garage smelled so damn good when I got out the car. Had to readjust my slacks before I could walk inside.” Steve says nonchalantly before taking a bite of his Chinese food.

“Are you telling me, my scent made America’s Golden Boy aroused? That’s dangerous Steven. Might give a woman a big head.” You tease.

“Wouldn’t be the only one.” He mumbles.

“Watch it punk. You already got an eye full you didn’t deserve.” Bucky declares.

“And what a sight it was.” He gets this dopey look in his eyes.

You just laugh at his antics. Who knew Captain America could be such a goofy little perv. It’s refreshing honestly. You two are going to get along great.

“Pardon my boldness. And please correct me if I’m wrong but it seems like you may need to get laid Captain.”

You watch his eyes slightly dilate when you say his title before he swallows and speaks. “That’s an understatement. But it’s not as easy as you may think. I could go find a little omega to sate my need for a night but I’m not really looking for that. I want more than just a warm place to stuff my knot. Plus it’s hard to tell who’s giving me attention because they actually like me. And who is only giving it to me to just check a box off their bucket list.”

“That sounds rather lonely. Good thing I’m around now. I can help you vet out the bad ones and help you find the good ones with potential.” You shyly smile. “If that’s okay with you of course. I don’t want to impose. I just started dating Bucky but you’re his best friend and roommate. You deserve all the good things, just like he does. A man like you shouldn’t feel like he is forced to be alone.”

“Thanks, Doll. I appreciate it and I would love your help. Although you are dating Bucky so I’m not quite sure your head is screwed on right. But I’ll take the risk.” He states with a beaming smile.

“You fucking little dick.” Bucky grits out as you can’t contain your laughter.

“Now Bucky, you know there’s nothing small about me. Not anymore at least. Everything finally matches up.” He says with a wink.

Holy shit! Has Steven Grant Rogers been packing even before the serum. That explains a lot.

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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The chime above the door drew three sets of eyes from the back of the bakery, each alpha tasked with a different job for the morning rush. And all three had departed their job to gaze at the early morning customers seeking coffee and something freshly baked, yet each customer they’d seen hadn’t been who they were hoping for.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Curtis snarked at the other alphas in passing, denying the chance to man the register as his mood grew fouler.

“I’m leaving,” Hal raised his hands in defence, cocking his eyebrow toward Bucky as he busied himself drawing inappropriate messages on cupcakes with icing, “maybe dirty boy-”

The chime signalled again when the door was open, and with the newest arrivals had come silence among the alphas. All four had whipped their heads around to gaze at the omegas they’d become increasingly drawn to over the past few weeks, both of which had been oblivious.

“Mine!” Bucky threw himself over the counter, launching himself into the path of Curtis, diving toward the register with adolescent eagerness.

“Fucker.” Curtis hissed and his glare became poisonous as Bucky came skidding to a stop at the register, first helping some beta before the two omegas.

“How can two omegas be so cute,” Hal sighed, resting his chin in his hand and his elbow on the table, “and so damn oblivious?”

“Bucky eyefucks the two little darlings every morning they come in.” Ari leaned back and watched through the opening between the back room and the front, eyeing Steve as he flushed heavily and sputtered.

“Jealous, Levinson?” Hal proposes the strong emotion, raising an eyebrow when Ari shrugs nonchalantly.

“I’m just stipulating. The last time Bucky pushed Steve too far he almost went into an asthma attack.”

“Yeah,” Curtis leaned against the fridge door, propping one foot against the metal, “and other little omega nearly tore his head off.”

“Fucking hot,” Bucky stepped into the back room for the omegas favourites, a fresh batch, and drew subtle attention to his hard-on, “I’d let myself be torn to shreds by her and still pitch-”

“Bucky’s fantasizing about throwing both on the counter and fucking them at the same time.” Curtis surmised and received no denial in exchange.

“Unsanitary,” Hal swiped his keys from the desk and tucked them into his pocket before he nodded his head toward the front, “think you could handle both of them?”

“Fuck or be fucked,” Bucky licked his bottom lip and whined softly, “and have the other spread like a prize ripe for the taking.”

“You gotta break through their shell first, Barnes.” Ari pushed himself to stand, whistling low as he grabbed another favourite from the counter, “and maybe don’t scare the poor boy into an asthma attack.”

“Where are you going?” Curtis called after Ari, watching him walk to the front.

“Think he’s gonna teach Bucky a lesson in courting.” Hal’s lips twitched, a smirk playing on his face. “Pay attention, Bucky. You’re about to be schooled.”

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chasingmidnights · 5 months

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13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story Ten

Title: Legends of Devil’s Bridge

Storyteller: Wanda Maximoff

Summary: A bridge with a long, nefarious history and maybe a portal?

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI!! The following warnings included but not limited to: angst; mentions of sacrificial rituals; murder; witch hunt; hangings; drownings; mentions of spiritual realms and ghosts/ghost apparitions; mentions of drinking; and minor cursing. I believe that’s everything and I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. By clicking keep reading, you accept these warnings and that you’re above the age of 18. I do not claim to be a professional writer, nothing is beta read, any and all mistakes are my own.

Wordcount: 1,034

The following night everyone gathered around the campfire once again. You couldn’t help but feel a little sad that in a few days this little camping trip would be over and it would be back to the real world. You loved these little camping trips and being able to spend time like this with your friends. You sipped on your hot chocolate as you waited for tonight’s story. The fire crackled and provided warmth on this chilly night.

“So, are we ready for tonight’s story?” Wanda asked as she finished off a s’more.

“Yeah, I’m down for another story.” Bucky said, taking a drink from his beer.

Johnny nodded along as he wrapped an arm around Wanda’s waist, pulling her close. “Of course we’re ready babe.”

“Great! So, I always heard this story growing up and was warned not to go near the Devil’s Bridge. It had a horrible history and even supposedly had a portal beneath it. The bridge was older than the town itself and made of stone and it went over a small river. With the way the arch of the bridge was made, it made a perfect circle with its reflection in the water. One of the oldest legends of the bridge is that it was used for several cult rituals. Some of the cults in the town that I grew up in truly believed that if they sacrificed something innocent at a certain time, a portal would open and they believed that they could travel through lands. Not just through lands, but also time itself. However, the only outcome that came from that was a strand of murders that lasted decades.

“Over the years, as the acts of the various cults died down, new forms of violence popped up. Several hangings happened at the bridge as well. One of the hangings that happened was because of a trade that went south. The trade was between two farmers and they were in the process of trading goods with each other. One of the farmers was supposed to receive good, high quality goats from the other farmer and in return, he was supposed to trade two of his horses. Instead though, he claimed that the goats were of poor quality and decided to hang the man for dishonoring their trade agreement. Once he hung the man, he kept the goats anyway and took over his land well. This horrible farmer did this to several others, his greed taking over him. It’s said that each spirit of the person that was hung at the bridge haunts it to this very day and are very angry spirits.

“Just as it seemed like the bridge was starting to see some peace, a new series of unfortunate events started to happen. The town that I grew up in had their own series of witch trials and went on a massive witch hunt. The townspeople would use the river beneath to determine if an accused person was a witch or not. Even though the river was small in width, it was quite deep. The townspeople and their leaders would bound the accused and strip them down to their undergarments. If the accused was innocent, the person would sink and drown, the river claiming them. If the person was a witch, it was believed that the river would reject them and cause the accused to float or bob in the water. Many innocent people died because of this, because of fear. After these so-called witch trials, the bridge became known as the Devil’s Bridge.

“Throughout the years, the bridge has been a hot spot for evil. Some people wondered if the portal theory was correct and wondered what was on the other side. Some people truly believed that hell itself was on the other side of the portal. People have tried and tried to test this theory out and through various methods. Some tried through sacrificial rituals, much like the cults. While others believed that the portal only opened at certain times of the day, at sunrise and sunset. People would wait for hours to try and see if they could cross through the portals on their boats. Of course, there are some that claim that the portal truly exists and have crossed over and back again. While others have left the Devil’s Bridge disappointed or finding something else entirely. Some, while exploring the bridge and trying to find the portal, have discovered that the bridge is haunted. People have claimed sightings of full body apparitions or small ghostly orbs floating through the darkness. On separate different occasions, people have reported that they went into a trance-like state and ended up losing hours of time. The Devil’s Bridge is filled with mysteries and lore and it’s hard to decipher what is true and what is made up. Or maybe, it’s all made up.”

A chill went through your body as Wanda finished her story. You forgot that things such as bridges and houses have a history of their own and have stories that go far into the past.

“Jesus, did we all grow up in fucked up places?” Jake asked as he shook his head, taking a long drink of his beer.

“Apparently.” Ari said, still trying to wrap his mind around Wanda’s story. He considered himself a skeptic when it came to rituals, the spiritual realm and ghosts.

“Wanda, did you ever explore this Devil's Bridge?” Natasha asked, her curiosity piqued.

“Of course I have. It’s almost like a rite of passage growing up in my town.” Wanda said, almost nonchalantly.

“Did anything happen?” You asked, curious to know if anything happened to your friend.

Wanda thought back to her own experience. “Nothing that I can remember. My brother though, that’s who I went with, he claimed that I started to act like a different person. But honestly, I don’t remember a thing.”

“Sounds like possession.” Andy commented, scratching the back of his neck.

Wanda shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe. But alright, enough about my story. Who’s next?”

The group went silent for a brief moment as everyone glanced around at each other.

“I’ve got one.” Steve said and you couldn’t help but smile up at him.

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amarriageoftrueminds · 11 months

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today's petty fic daydream:

Stucky Regency A/B/O AU

Series of scenes of omega Peggy, oblivious to the fact that she is a third-wheel, believing she's showing her magnificence to Steve, demonstrating reasons why he should obviously want to marry her...

But what she's actually doing is repelling Steve by unwittingly demonstrating, over and over, why she is wrong for him, while (omega? beta?) Bucky quietly goes about proving the exact opposite about himself, sometimes without even realising it.

(And she doesn't notice because she doesn't think he's worthy of her notice.)

Examples:

One - Peggy on a Hunt Day, showing off in a flashy habit, picking a huge heavy horse, cramming it at every single difficult jump and steep hill, full speed. Refusing to accept hints that she is exhausting the poor animal (and needs to switch) until it's weak with fatigue and almost collapses at the end of the day...

Whereas Bucky moves his horse as fluid as silk, like they’re one being, wears a muted brown coat (looks great despite mud!), goes for a tousled/windswept look to begin with so his hair still looks ‘right’ at the end of the day, switches horses multiple times to give them rests between runs, and goes a sensible pace. He also contrives to arrive well ahead of everybody else, despite his slow inexorable speed, because he took clever routes rather than attention-seeking ones.

(Peggy is also keen to be in at the kill of the fox, to show how she can be just as competent as the alphas! Bucky missed it because he was busy herding the dogs away from a busy road, to avoid them getting overrun by carriages.)

Result: Peggy's impractically-immaculate clothes and hair are ruined at the end of the day (boasts she has plenty more!), she is blood-speckled, grumpy from overdoing herself, snapping at everyone, and Steve pities her poor horse.

Bucky and his horse are fresh and elegant, and the relieved grooms are all praising his quiet common sense and kindness to the animals.

Peggy thinks she did something. Steve is not impressed.

Two -

Peggy telling how she kindly condescended to visit her ex-suitor Mr Sousa's new lady, to show how Completely Magnanimous she is in defeat, despite the fact that the woman once worked for a living. As a nurse!

Unaware that Captain Rogers’ mother nursed injured sailors on his father's ship.

(Meanwhile, a servant brings in a note -- it's from one of the tenants Peggy visited earlier in the week... only it's thanking Bucky for re-visiting, to bring them the things they actually needed (which she has no idea or interest in), rather than just bringing what he thinks they should want.)

Three -

Peggy puts out the archery things prior to an afternoon party, and one of her stooges loyally suggests an archery competition.

Peggy humbly, reluctantly, acquiesces to showing off how good she is.

She misses five shots in a row but sinks the bullseye on the 6th and takes this as proof of her skill.

(She blames her misses on, eg. Steve distracting her).

Bucky, mysteriously, misses the bullseye altogether on all 6 shots...

(But when Steve retrieves the arrows later on, he finds 6 horseflies he complained of earlier, skewered on every arrow tip.)

Peggy spends the rest of the afternoon ‘kindly’ consoling Bucky on his failure, while rolling her eyes and scoffing at Mr Barton, for being so pleased with himself for bullseyeing every shot. Just to show off for Miss Romanoff! Peggy would never do that just to impress a man!

Luckily, Captain Rogers is still not impressed.

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hellabigsimp · 2 years

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Companionship | Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t need a companion but when he sees that leaflet he must do something about the wrongs that have been committed to that poor cat.

Warnings: angst, I’m pretty sure there’s fluff (you might need to squint) it’s pretty happy overall though, depressed Bucky makes us sad, mentions of blood and murder (it’s quite brief)

A/N: please just enjoy my own ramblings of what it would be like if Bucky went to a rescue centre and adopted a cat. I think it’s too cute. Really. I haven’t beta read it so mistakes are probably in there, sorry!!

Masterlist

The therapist said it would be a good idea for Bucky to get a companion, whatever that meant. Bucky didn’t need anyone. He didn’t need company, no matter how long the therapist badgered him about it.

Friends would leave eventually.

No, Bucky didn’t need that pain. Not again. He would most likely see his friend age and then pass and where would he be? Still alive. Bucky didn’t think it was worth it.

Sam however, thought it was a great idea. Of course he and the therapist would agree, it was like it was their life mission to make his life hell.

Newsflash, his life was already hell.

He still woke up to nightmares and was haunted by the darkness that was his past. He still struggled sometimes, waking up and thinking he was back in the labs at Hydra. It always took a couple of minutes to realise he wasn’t back there, the hum of city traffic and the babbling sounds of chatter always eased the heavy feeling in his chest after he woke up.

Sam has tried to understand him, tried to make an effort, but Bucky didn’t want the effort wasted on him. Didn’t want Sam to see past the wall he had built around himself.

So Bucky wasn’t sure how he ended up here. How he ended up standing in front of the animal shelter on a late Monday morning.

Sam had come over the day before with a handful of leaflets and research regarding companionship and whatever else Sam thought might be useful. Bucky had decidedly thrown them all away once Sam had left after promising to browse them.

He hadn’t.

But of course, one had missed the bin and landed on the floor. Bucky had picked it up staring at the brightly coloured leaflet.

It was the worst advertisement he had ever seen. It was a leaflet for a rescue centre and it had decided to dress up the animals as the Avengers. But what surprised him the most was there, in the background was this little fluff ball of a cat dressed in a familiar leather jacket and what looked to be a fake metal arm made out of a toilet roll tube on it front leg.

It was him in cat form.

It was horrendous. The cat looked like it hated it. Bucky hated it too.

Yet it was also rather endearing to a degree. Bucky scoffed and had chucked the leaflet on the kitchen counter, walking away and putting it out of his head.

So why, if he had walked away, was he standing outside the very same rescue centre, leaflet in his clenched had.

He really couldn’t tell you. Maybe arm was short circuiting his brain, it was the only reasonable explanation.

His therapist would probably babble on about some shit regarding him being lonely and depressed and this was him seeking out help.

Bucky would disagree. This was him finding out who put that poor cat into that god awful costume. Because no one deserved that.

He shoved the leaflet in his jacket pocket, walking up the steps to the centre, pushing open the door. It was light and airy inside, pictures of cats, dogs and other animals were plastered all over the walls. E could hear the sound of barking and meowing coming from behind a set of closed doors.

At the desk was a young man. He looked up with a massive smile. “Welcome to ——-! How can I help you sir?”

Bucky wasn’t sure what to say. How could he say that he needed to talk to whoever put that poor cat into that costume.

He didn’t want to know if the cat was up for adoption. Definitely not.

“Sir?”

“Oh right,” Bucky cleared his throat. “Who did dressed that white cat in that outfit?”

He had pulled out the leaflet, pointing at the white fur ball. The man behind the desk was a little confused, his eyes wide before breaking into another blinding grin.

“Oh isn’t she adorable? Y/n put together the photoshoot for the centre. Would you like to meet her?”

Bucky nods, putting the leaflet back in his pocket. “Thanks.”

The man calls back for Y/n. It didn’t take long for the doors to open and in you walk. You were dressed in jeans and the company top, the logo on the top right of it.

“Hi, I heard I was needed?” You look between the receptionist, Mark and the man who you instantly recognised.

Now, everyone knew who the Avengers were, they saved the world. But not many people looked at the other who helped. But you were always one to look deeper, it what made you love your job so much, helping those who were overlooked.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes was one of them. You knew about his past but you also knew how he wasn’t that man anymore. And here he was, standing in your rescue centre.

You smiled kindly at Bucky.

Bucky was confused. This was the woman who did the advertising? He wasn’t sure what he expected but he didn’t expect this. Now, Bucky was once a bit of a flirt, he knew that. He could appreciate a woman, Bucky wasn’t blind. He was also confused as to why his heart rate increased slightly, his palm becoming a little sweaty.

He felt like a little school boy again.

He couldn’t be attracted to you. He had felt attracted to anyone in years. He didn’t think he deserved it. Yes, you were beautiful, any man or woman would be stupid to say you weren’t. But you were sunshine, Bucky could already tell.

He was a rain cloud, you were sunshine. This was not good.

His therapist would be thrilled to know that someone actually got his stone heart to beat again. Bucky was not bringing this up in the next session.

“This lovely gentleman wanted to Alpine and the person who dressed her up for the advert.”

You kind of wanted to drop dead on the spot. Never could you believe that your silly advertisement to get people to come and adopt pets would bring this man to you. The photographer only wanted the main Avengers but you pointed out that there were many other underrated hero’s that saved the world, you wanted to showcase them all.

So you picked one of the grumpiest cats you had and her in the costume. Now, with the man standing in front of you. You realised that he oddly had the same personality as the cat, both a little aloof and gloomy. But with a hidden side to them.

Bucky wanted to leave. You had been staring at him, eyeing him up. He wasn’t sure if you were checking him out or not. It had been decades since he had flirted with someone. He was definitely rusty in that area.

What was he even thinking? Flirting with someone…

If he didn’t have a therapist already, he would’ve wakes himself out of this centre and to the nearest one.

“Well, let me take you through to Alpine, she’s a little grumpy and doesn’t always take well to new people but I think she is secretly a sweetheart.”

You hold open the doors, waiting for Bucky to walk through. It took a few seconds and you swore he was going to bolt, but he walked towards you and through the doors, albeit a little stiff.

“So, are you looking to adopt?”

Bucky didn’t want to say yes. But he was here now, he couldn’t very well leave. He had sort of forgotten what he came here for all together. He answers with a simple shrug.

“Well, I am sure you’ll love Alpine. I’m glad you liked the advertisement.”

“I didn’t,” Bucky says instantly. You look a little shocked at how erupt he was, a small disappointment sound coming from you. Bucky quickly holds up his hands. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s a good idea, the costumes were cool, awesome even. I just had one issue, why did you put the winter soldier in there? It’s supposed to be hero’s.”

Bucky was rambling, he didn’t even speak this much to his therapist, he was a one word kind of guy. Yes. No. Sometimes. Maybe. Those were his words, but here he was word vomiting.

You didn’t realise that he didn’t think of himself as a hero, and that broke your heart. “But it’s not the winter soldier I put on there. It’s Bucky Barnes. He’s a hero too, he fought for this world just like all the other hero’s, so I’m pretty sure that makes him a hero too. By default.”

Bucky wasn’t expecting that answer. After the incident at the UN a couple of years ago, the Winter Soldier became a household name, everyone knew him. He obviously looked different now, long gone was the long hair and silver arm. He even hid the arm now in leather jackets and gloves. He couldn’t leave without them.

But here this woman was, praising him. Calling him a hero. It was everything his past self would’ve wanted. Steve and him always wanted to be hero’s, saving people. He was beyond thrilled that Steve had finally gotten to be the heroic the world loved him.

But Bucky, his heroism was covered in bloodshed and guilt. No matter how many people he saved, it could never make up for what he had done. For what Hydra had done.

You could feel the mood sour, but luckily you were right outside Alpines cage. “Why don’t you got take a seat in this room over here and I’ll bring her over.”

Bucky looked at where you were pointing, there was an open door that lead to a small room, where there were a two chairs and sofa. Bucky sat down on the sofa, his back rigid.

It didn’t take long to coax Alpine out with some treats. You picked her up, bringing her into the room, pulling the door close behind you. “This is Alpine, she’s two years old, not sure what breed unfortunately. But you can see that she is definitely fluffy. She’s was found by some train tracks, in a cardboard box, unfortunately we had to amputate her front right leg as it had been badly broken at some point but she does well and can get around fine. We have tried her with prosthetics but she didn’t enjoy it much.”

Why was this cat so relatable? Bucky couldn’t understand it. He watched as the feline walked around, barely struggling with missing it front leg. It paused as it came to his large black boots, sniffing it once before looking up at him.

The cats grey eyes were large and baring into his soul. Bucky for once wanted to look away, but he didn’t. He found the feline oddly endearing.

Without warning the cat suddenly leapt up onto his lap, walking around on it before settling down, resting its head on his knee. Buckys heart stopped, his breathing halted in his throat as he held his hands up.

“You can stroke her,” you say, watching the whole ordeal. “I’m surprised she’s so comfortable with you. But go ahead, pet her. You don’t hurt her.”

It’s like you knew the right thing to say to Bucky. Bucky was always scared at times that he would hurt someone with his arm. It was a heavy reminder sometimes.

Cautiously, he brought down his hand and petted the felines head. The cat let out a sudden purr, nuzzling up against his hand.

Bucky was a goner.

He continued to pet the cats head, watching as it continued to muzzle closer to him. It has been a long time since someone, human or animal had shown him affection like this. He missed it.

“Would you like the paperwork? It won’t take too long to fill out, then Alpine can be yours to take home.”

There were times in this job you realised that pets chose the owner just as much as the owner chose the pet. You had never seen a case so obvious as this.

Bucky looks up at you and nods. You could see the look of sadness but also hope on his face. This was a man starved for affection but guilty about wanting it.

You left the room and came back with the paperwork. “Let’s get this filled out for you then Bucky.”

You catch his sudden frown. “What’s wrong?”

“I never told you my name,” he said.

“Oh,” you rub the back of your neck. “Sorry. I knew who you were the instant I saw you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I knew, I just feel you would’ve told me if you wanted to.”

Bucky was a little shocked. You knew all along and you still called him a hero. You still were okay with being alone with him, he didn’t even detect any signs of fear from you. In fact now he really thought about it, your heart rate increased when you first saw him. You were smiling at him.

Maybe Bucky was blind after all, because he was pretty sure you liked him. “You called me a hero.”

You weren’t expecting that. “Well yeah, of course. You are a hero. You should get more recognition for what you did, it’s a shame really.”

Bucky still couldn’t believe it. Didn’t really want to believe it, but how could he not when you were sitting in front of him, telling him he was a hero and that he deserves recognition?

He didn’t think you could get any more attractive.

“Let fill out this paperwork shall we?”

It didn’t take long to fill out the paperwork. When it came to filling out birthdate and job title, you both had a bit of a laugh but overall it wasn’t a bad experience. Bucky quite enjoyed talking to you. It had been a little while since he had had such a go conversation.

Probably since Steve.

But for once Bucky enjoyed the company and wanted more. It was hard to admit but he actually wanted to spend more time with you. But there was still that niggling doubt in the back of his head, saying he wasn’t worth it. That he would only hurt her.

So he bit his tongue and left with his paper and somehow, the fuzzy white fur ball in a carrier, along with a list of all the items he needed to buy.

He was sitting on a bench, in the head by park, Alpine in her carrier, napping. He wasn’t sure what the hell he was gonna do with a cat. He had also noticed that you had packed in the costume as well. Much to his displeasure. It really was a bad costume.

“I guess together we at least have both of our arms,” Bucky says, before groaning. He heard a small meow and noticed Alpine staring at him. “I know that was really bad.”

He brought up the list of things you had written out for him and noticed a little note at the bottom of the page. His eyes widen slightly, his heart rate increasing. He couldn’t even help the small smile that settled in his lips. Not before the dreaded panic settled in.

He didn’t hesitate to click on Sams name on his phone. It was only a few rings before he picked up. “And what do I owe the pleasure of my favourite half metal man calling me?”

Bucky scoffs. “I’m your only half metal man friend.”

“So you’re admitting it? We are past partners and now friends. Good to hear.”

Bucky groaned, rubbing his hand down his face. “I’m going to hang up now.”

“Oh come on Barnes, what’s up?”

“Well,” Bucky looked down at the white fur ball and then at the note at the bottom of the page he was holding. “I now have a cat and somehow managed to get a woman’s number and a date.”

Bucky could hear Sam choke on whatever he was drinking. “You what?”

“Sam, what the hell do I do?”

“With the cat or the date?”

Bucky contemplates before replying. “Both I guess?”

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bubblessunshinehoney · 2 years

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day 22- Collars with Bucky Barnes

915 words

18+ only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

kinktober masterlist

A/N: this took a turn i didn't expect, buuuuut i like very much. So i let you discover the King of the underworld and his loves.

TW: demon and succubus. Dom/sub (Bucky = master, Reader =mistress), collars wearing to show possession. P in v, and other stuff inside mouth and up the a**... and yes, a baby stevie (imagine him as preserum !steve)

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

ENJOY

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Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)

It was the night…the night, where it was going to happen. You and Steve were eager, a bit anxious but more eager than anything.

“It’s tonight… Y/N, it’s tonight”, happily jumps your demon friend.

“I know”, you smile at him and look at yourself in the mirror. You were a pretty succubus and your duo with Stevie, the demon didn’t go unnoticed to the man himself…the king of the underworld Bucky Barnes.

You already submit to him in the past. And, well, you were impatient do to it for eternity. Steve kisses your neck and hugs you from behind. “He choosed us, from all, it’s us”

“I know, it’s amazing…”

“And I hope not a surprise, my loves”, says the king, entering your chambers. Steve holds you tighter, making your feel his arousal. You look at him, the king, your king…

“I would have been really sad if you had chosen someone else than us, Master.”

He’s behind you, so much bigger than Steve and you, he envelops you in his arms. The warmth of him engulf you and you can’t stop the little moan. Bucky smiles and tightens his hold, Stevie whimpers and you know…that Bucky is hard too, you see it on his face.

“I want you both on your knees, hands on your lap”, he commands softly. He kisses you both, he slipped tongue, toying with yours and you relax, wanting more of him. Steve is flustered after his kiss, and you know…you just know that Bucky played with his mind.

You get on your knees and rest your hands on your lap. Steve does the same, his cock straightening his pants.

“Now, my loves, you get your presents, the symbols that will tell everybody that you are mine… and that I’m yours.”, his voice is deeper than usual. He’s eager too, he wants to pass the rite to directly goes to the festivities…fuck you both to oblivion. You want that too, so you enter his mind and send him memories of your past time together. Bucky growls when he saw the image of you riding him, while your tail fucks Steve ass and Bucky is sucking the poor demon’s cock. Steve whimpers beside you, wanting to have it again.

“Enough, my little minx. We have a procedure here… the fun is almost here I promise”, he growls, making Steve whimpers even more. The poor baby is a goner when his king growls.

You nod and wink, making him chuckle. The union starts, the lights are dim, the air is stick and the collars appear and big dark red for you and dark blue for Steve. The collars fly to your neck.

“Now, my loves, you’re mine forever. And I’m yours too”, a ring appears, with a moon and a star on it, he wears it on his pinkie finger.

“Can we fuck now?” asks Steve eagerly. You and Bucky laugh, making him blush. “What, I can’t send you dirty images…you kept doing it. Both of you.”

You go closer to Steve and hugs his side “Sorry baby.” Bucky his beside him too, stroking his hair. “Yeah, sorry little bird.”

You kiss him, a three-way kiss that makes Steve lax between the two of you. “Can we do it again?” he whispers. “Want mistress tail up my ass and master mouth on my cock.”

Bucky claps his finger and you all naked and, on the bed, Steve his already in position and Bucky slides under him. “Tonight, you and Y/N are controlling. It’s my gift”

You huff. “Like I don’t control both of you with a glimpse of my tits”.

They laugh and say together “true”.

You get into position, rubbing your core against Bucky. Your king groans and holds your hips. Steve hovers his face and guide his tip to his mouth. “Yes, my boys”, you murmur. Your tail caresses Steve’s backside and he trembles with anticipation. The end of it brushes his backhole and he thrusts his dick inside Bucky mouth, while you sink on his cock. And the beautiful chorus of your moans echoes in the room.

With a bit of magic, you expend the size of your tail and Steve slowly fucks himself, thrusting in and out of Bucky mouth. The king’s hands are tight on your hips, and you rock teasingly, making him grown.

Bucky plays with his magic too and force you to bounce on him, so you force steve to get deeper into his mouth, making the King of the underworld gags and you smile proudly.

You little minx.

“Oi, I’m not, I’m controlling, remember?”, you laugh softly and moan when bucky makes his fat dick, fatter. “Okay, you can have a bit of control too”. With that said, he thrusts into you hard and fast, you hold on Steve and you moan loudly, your tail taking the same pace as Bucky.

Steve is the first to cum. Flopping on his side when you set him free, Bucky rolls so he’s on top and takes your legs to put them on his chest and he fucks you relentlessly. “FUCK BUCKY!”

You cum one, then twice and with the third one, Bucky follows and you all tangled. Bucky rolls again on his bag and keeps you there, his dick still inside your pussy, he opens an arm to let steve joins the cuddle and he kisses him softly, then you, then you kiss steve.

“I love you my loves”, says the king of the underworld, your king.

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hommoturttle · 2 years

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a Fanfic I'll Never Write

(a/n: i don't intend to really finish this, nor do i know where i was going with it. haha)

pairing: TFWS! Bucky x Reader

warnings: sexual content, bdsm aspects, alcohol, mild misogyny (you really have to squint), story starts in a very random place so I'm sorry if at first it doesn't make sense. let me know if I miss anything else also, this has NOT been beta read, i own up to all mistakes and incorrect grammar

"no. no! anyone but her!" bucky yelled at sam and Zemo holding his hands up to further prove his protest.

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the bar they walked into was loud. the way it was designed was like someone hadn't grown out of their 12 year old emo phase. black walls, floors and tables. the bar counter was the focal point with thousands of light up skulls that changed color with the music that was playing. fake spiderwebs and Victorian portraits hung on the walls with pictures of someone called BeetleJuice. "he looks like you before coffee" Sam mocked Zemo pointing to those pictures.

the patrons of this bar were also dressed in all black, a few had neon colored hair that Bucky had to remind himself this wasn't the 40's anymore. people had the right to look however they wanted, even if he still found unnatural hair colors weird.

surrounded by a crowd at the bar was the woman they were looking for. but what they saw her doing nearly gave bucky a heart attack. the poor old man that he was.

Y/N Y/L/N was topless laying titts up on the counter while some punk was pouring hot candle wax on her. the crowd was hollering and whistling in excitement. "has she always had her nipples pierced?" Zemo asked noone in particular. Bucky was this close to crushing his windpipe for staring at his girl.

just because he left her so she could live a life without his baggage didn't mean he had stopped thinking of her as his girl.

Y/N arched her back and stuck her tongue out. a different man poured his drink down her throat and tried to touch her without his permission. Bucky saw red, but before he could go play hero Y/N had sat up and started twisting that guy's arm behind him.

"did i give you permission to touch me? last i checked pet, i hadn't. you gonna make it up to me? how bout an apology." Y/N bit his ear and shoved him to the ground.

the man instantly fell to his knees, placing his hands on his thighs with his head facing downward. "forgive me mistress, i need to be punished so badly! let me please you!"

Sam and Bucky looked at each other in confusion. Zemo though looked like he had gotten what he wanted on Christmas morning.

Y/N cocked her head to the side and lifted her foot so it rested on the man's crotch. he whimpered and had a blissed out look on his face. "kiss it."

the man instantly did as she said kissing her foot with the utmost reverence. Y/N held her head up while looking at the man in disgust. she pushed him off her and slapped him across the face. "you're pathetic. a real man wouldn't be a spineless twat like you are now. strip and meet me on the stage pet. i feel like teaching you a lesson."

the crowd around the pair cheered with more hollering and whistles.

"what kind of bar did you say this was?" Zemo asked Sam seeing as how he was the one to bring the trio there.

"i..i was told it was an alternative bar. you know, for goths or something." Sam was stuttering and blushing slightly. Bucky never took his eyes off Y/N. he knew her too well. he could see she was just putting on a show, but wasn't really getting any enjoyment from being this dominant. he knew what kind of submissive she usually was. he had spent hours learning.

was it weird that thought brought him some comfort?

"come on" he told his awkward group as he made his way to the bar. there was a woman behind the bar with only a little more clothing on than Y/N. she had curly brown hair and harsh blue eyes that showed how unkind life had been. "what can i get you?"

she sounded exhausted and more than ready to go home.

"how often does she do this?" Bucky asked the woman, not wanting to waste her time even more so.

the woman gave him a small once over with an eyebrow raised, but didn't say what she was thinking.

"she's one of our regulars. she does this when she's pissed of about something usually. the wax thing is new though. not complaining about it, it's just new." the woman shrugged her shoulders. Bucky nodded.

"so, can i get you anything to drink or are just going to be pervy?"

"i'll have a Vodka Tonic if you would be so kind." Zemo ordered his drink. "and your name so that i don't feel like i'm disrespecting you madam."

the woman chuckled “you wouldn't be the first man. my name is Sami. i'll get that drink going for you." she turned to sam, "anything sound good?"

Sam ordered a beer but wasn't paying much attention to her. he was focused on Bucky wondering what was going through his head. bucky didn't want to see Y/N or bring her onto this mission. last he heard, the pair had a falling out caused by Bucky, but here he was staring at her like all he wants to do is take her in his arms and never let go. Y/N still hadn't noticed the trio, too busy hitting a poor, near naked man with a ridding crop on a stage for the whole bar to see. Sam just had to laugh at the scene.

just when he thought this was going to be a moment of calm in a world of crazy, Bucky started walking towards the stage and he didn't look happy.

"bucky! don't... you...don't!"

it was too late, the super soldier stood right in front of the dominatrix with a defiant look in his eye and his arms folding across his chest, metal arm shining in the lights. Sami the bartender thought he looked equal parts dangerous and sexy. Sam just thought he looked stupid.

Y/N though....

Y/N thought he looked beautiful. all rough, dark, and commanding. it didn't take away the hurt though and that pissed her off.

Y/N jumped of the stage to stand right in front of him, one had murder in their eyes, the other possession. "what the fuck are you doing here Barnes?" Y/N's voice sounded like pure venom.

Bucky gave a soft, sad smile. "it's good to see you too doll."

*****

after that awkward reunion, everyone sat down in a corner booth of the bar away from prying ears and leering eyes. Y/N still hadn't put a shirt back on. Bucky swore this woman was gonna be the death of him. "so let me get this straight, you break him out of a high security prison,"

Zemo had the nerve to smile.

"you thought you made the right choice in giving up the shield, so now it's in the hands of the human version of moldy blue cheese,"

Sam folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

"and you still can't look me in the eyes, but you want my help with 'terrorists gone wild'."

Bucky stared at the table even harder.

"we understand that we're asking a lot from you Y/N, but we could really use your help." Sam tried pleading with her, though he wasn't happy with what she said.

Y/N sighed and leaned back in her seat, rolled her head side to side to try cracking her neck. it didn't work unfortunately.

"I’m in. but lets get one thing straight,"

she turned to look at Bucky. "after this, don't ever think of pushing me away again to hurt yourself further." Bucky finally met her eye and saw her big (Y/E/C) eyes filled with anger, concern, and love. how a woman like her could ever love a broken shell like him, he'd never understand.

"I promise." those words were barely spoken over a whisper, but they were felt like bombs.

Sam, and even Zemo, felt like they the uninvited 3rd wheel intruding on a moment they weren't supposed to be.

"Sami! mind pouring me a drink to go?" Y/N called out.

Sami rolled her eyes but had a soft caring smile on her face as she grabbed the rum behind her. "you owe me!"

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Metal Arm Bros - Bucky Barnes Bingo C1

AN: I ummed and aahed for ages about how to fill this prompt, and then it came to me in a ball of fluff, that fits into my SamBucky verse. Thank you to @sidepartskinnyjeans for beta-ing.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banners by me

This is also my last entry for @buckybarnesbingo for 2022. It was certainly a challenge, but I'm trying not to beat myself up for not getting a blackout.

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Relationships: Bucky x Sam, Bucky & OCs (platonic)

Word Count: 1.9k

CW: Fluff, with the smallest amount of suggestiveness. Confused, and then completely in love Sam. Disabled Bucky. Disabled OC’s.

There was something up with Bucky.

Okay, Sam amended to himself, not ‘up’ up, but Bucky definitely had a secret going on. Not a bad secret; he’d be able to tell. A good secret, like when someone gets a hobby that they really enjoy, but don’t want to be judged for it, so they don’t tell anyone.

It had to be something like that, because when they were at home, at their apartment in New Orleans, every Thursday afternoon Bucky went out to ‘run errands’. He’d be gone for 3-4 hours, but there was no way his actual errands were taking that long.

Also, all of last week, Bucky had spent most of his free time holed up in the office working on something, but whenever Sam had walked in, Bucky had slammed the laptop closed, hiding whatever it was. Then, earlier this week, Bucky had been practically stalking the mailman, full of nervous energy as he stood by the window. Watching, waiting. God, he’d practically tackled the poor man as he’d walked up the path to the front door, signing for the package that had arrived at breakneck speed, before running straight to the office and shutting the door.

Now, Sam liked to grant Bucky as much privacy as possible, and knew that Bucky would let him know what was going on when he was ready, but he wasn’t above a little bit of snooping, so when he pressed his ear to the office door, he couldn’t help but smile when he heard Bucky giggle. An honest to god, excited giggle of pure unaffected joy.

Sam snuck away, glad that Bucky had some outside interest that was making him happy.

“Sa-am…”

There was a sweet pleading note to Bucky’s voice as he slid up behind Sam, who was washing up the breakfast things at the sink. Bucky wrapped his right arm around Sam’s waist and nuzzled his nose into Sam’s neck. There had been no need to put his prosthesis on this morning.

“Yes, Sugar? What are you after?”

“Can’t I just hug my boyfriend?”

Sam rolled his eyes.

“Baby, you literally just used the ‘I need a favour but don’t wanna ask outright’ voice. So spit it out. What do you want me to do?”

Bucky delayed for a few moments longer by trailing small kisses up and down Sam’s neck. This must be some favour, Sam thought, if he’s pulling out all the stops to make me agree. It wasn’t going to stop him from enjoying the sweet caress though.

“Would you come with me on my errands today?” There was a questioning note in Bucky’s voice, as though he’d just asked Sam to do something heinous, and was worried he’d say no.

“Of course, Buck. This mean you’re ready to let me in on whatever it is you’ve been doing these last few months?”

“Hhmm. But is it okay if I don’t tell you til we get there?”

Sam pulled the plug from the sink, wiped his hands on a dishtowel and turned in Bucky’s arm, smiling slightly at the face the world’s foremost assassin made when Sam’s dishwater soaked tee pressed up against him.

“Eeeww.”

“Baby. But yes, keep your secrets as long as you want, old man. What time do we need head out?”

“About 1.30.”

Sam slid his arms up around Bucky’s neck and pressed just a bit closer.

“So, does that mean there’s enough time for you to help me out of this disgusting t-shirt and make sure that I’m clean?”

Bucky grinned and dipped his head to nip at Sam’s ear.

“Can I get you a bit more dirty first, Captain?”

“I’m counting on it, Sergeant…”

Bucky had a bag with him. Just a plastic shopping bag left over from a trip to the grocery store, but there was definitely something in it. Sam tried to tamp down his nosiness and not look in it. Bucky also had his jacket zipped all the way up, so that none of the top he wore underneath could be seen. Sam had seen a small slash of purple as Bucky had slipped into the car, and twisted to put the bag on the back seat, but didn’t say anything. He was intrigued though. Bucky didn’t own any purple tops. Maybe that’s what had come in the mail?

Bucky put the car in drive and pulled out, heading towards town.

Curiouser and curiouser, Sam thought, channelling his inner Alice.

They got onto highway 90, clockwise, heading over the Huey P Long bridge and looping round and down the 611-1, towards the north side of the river.

“Are we going to the zoo, Buck?”

Bucky chuckled and shook his head.

“Not today, doll, but do ya wanna, sometime?”

“I could be persuaded. Have a little romantic date, see if we can spot any gay penguins?”

“Sam, they don’t have penguins at Audubon. You should know that.”

“Okay, gay flamingos.”

“Can flamingos even be gay?”

“Now there’s a question…”

Sam looked out of the window as they turned off Leake just north of the Zoo, and that’s when he knew where they were headed.

“Bucky-bear? Are we headed to the Children’s Hospital?”

Bucky nodded, without taking his eyes off the road.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“You gonna tell me yet?”

“Nuh-uuh.”

“Okay, mystery machine. You keep your secret for a little longer…”

They pulled into the parking garage, and after finding a space, Bucky started to assuredly lead Sam through the large hospital, mystery bag in hand. He gave small smiles to staff who obviously recognised him from his numerous visits before. The place was a maze, but Bucky guided Sam through it without incident until they reached a pair of double doors that apparently led to a physiotherapy gym.

He stopped outside and turned to Sam.

“You promise to stay chill?”

Sam smiled at Bucky’s worried expression.

“You know me, baby. I’m always chill. You got nothing to worry about. Now, gimme some sugar, Sugar.”

Sam pulled on Bucky’s jacket, closing the distance between them and landing a short but intense kiss on his boyfriend’s lips. Bucky’s eyes stayed closed for a few moments after Sam pulled away, dazed by the feelings evoked, but he pulled himself together and walked into the room.

The first thing that Sam noticed was that, obviously, there were children in the room, although given it was a children’s hospital, that wasn’t all too surprising. The second thing was that all six of the children present, who seemed to range in age from about 7 to12 if Sam was any judge, had an arm prosthesis. Then it was the third thing, how all of the kids, almost as one, turned as the doors swooshed shut…

“Bucky!”

Dropping his bag on the floor, Bucky knelt down with his arms open wide as six small bodies barrelled into him. Despite his preparation, he was bowled over, six excited voices all talking at once.

“Are they here?”

“Did you bring them?”

“I can’t wait to see!”

Bucky sat up, gently shaking the kids off.

“Hey guys. Now just hang on a moment. I brought someone to meet you.”

Bucky pointed in Sam’s direction and the group turned and looked at him, owlishly. Not really knowing how to react, Sam gave them a small smile and a shy wave. There was silence for a moment, until one of the children, a little boy with close cropped dark hair, and a lower arm prosthesis on his left arm, gasped in recognition and threw himself at Sam.

“Captain America! Bucky wasn’t lying.”

There was a chorus of of “oohs” and “woahs” from the other kids, and then Sam found himself as surrounded as Bucky had been a minute earlier.

“Is it true you can fly?”

“Can you talk to birds?”

“When did you know you loved Mr Bucky?”

Sam knew he must look like a deer caught in headlamps, pleading silently with Bucky for assistance. Bucky grinned at him, hands in his pockets, rocking on the balls of his feet. He really was a dick sometimes. He did come to Sam’s rescue though.

“Come on, let him breathe. I’d like to take him home alive at the end of the session. So let me do proper introductions. Guys, this is Sam Wilson, aka Captain America. Sam, meet my Metal Arm Bros…and Sis; Tyrone, Jack, Malik, Taylor, Stuart and Cassidy. Now, all of you - go get on with your exercises and I’ll be around and then we’ll do some group stuff, yeah?”

There was a riotous cacophony as the kids ran off with their parents and their physiotherapists and Sam watched them as Bucky came up and stood next to him, wrapping his arms around Sam’s waist and leaning in.

“So….this is what I’ve been doing. A physical and emotional support group for kids who need arm prosthetics. I wanted to show them they are not limited by their disability. It was Rhodey’s idea, actually. He does something similar with mobility impaired kids up in DC. Thought it could be good for me to do something that has real value, you know? And I’m so privileged to have this one from the Wakandan’s. Heck, even my old one was the height of technology when it was made. I just want to help where I can.”

Sam didn’t know what to say at first. He was just in awe; of all that Bucky had done. How much he’d achieved.

“Show me around Jamie. Introduce me properly to your kids.”

The next hour and a half flew by Sam watched Bucky interact with the children, so full up on love for his boyfriend he thought he might explode. He assisted the physiotherapists as they worked with each child, individually and in groups. He encouraged them when they struggled, acting like a big brother.

Was this how he’d acted with his sisters?

Sam shouldn’t be so surprised. He already knew Bucky was good with Cass, and AJ, and their friends.

At the end of the session Bucky did a round robin with the kids, talking about their triumphs and tribulations from the previous week. Then, finally, it was time to find out what was in Bucky’s mystery bag. Folded purple fabric, the same shade as the t-shirt that Bucky had on, that was still hidden by his leather jacket. Bucky handed each excited child their own bundle and there were grins all round as they unfolded them; they obviously knew what they were expecting.

“Bucky! I love it!”

Little Cassidy threw herself at Bucky and Sam got a look at her t-shirt as it fluttered to the ground. In bold white lettering it proclaimed ‘Metal Arm Sis’. Looking around at the boys, Sam saw them pulling their tee’s on over their heads, proudly displaying ’Metal Arm Bro.’

“And you got one too!” Sam turned back to see Cassidy unzipping the front of Bucky’s jacket, to show he also had on a Metal Arm Bro shirt.

“Of course I’ve got one, how else am I supposed to show that we’re all family. Especially when… we go to the zoo next week!”

For the second time that afternoon Bucky was buried under a pile of squealing children as their parents and therapists looked on, smiling. And Sam? Sam couldn’t hold back the tears of joy any longer as he watched his partner, his boyfriend, moving forward with his life, in his own way.

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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Dirty Sweet

pairing: vampire!bucky barnes x vampire!reader, 40’s!bucky x vampire!reader (mentioned coven leader x vampire!reader)

w/c: 2.4k

warnings: smut, death, misogyny, predatory behavior, stalking(?), blood (obv)

a/n: this is for @cocoamoonmalfoy ‘s Jackolanterns in July Writing Event! I took 5SOS - Teeth as a prompt, but please know that I only listened to the slowed version to get the vibes right. this fic juggles between current and past with italics.

thanks to @branded--with--a--j for beta reading 💚

The tip of your finger traces around the rim of the glass you ordered as a prop. The liquor doesn’t burn like it used to, just sloshes around in your belly like water. Nothing burns anymore.

Time does that to things like you.

You ghost around in nightclubs, order the most expensive drink to give the illusion that you have money, not that you haven’t been hoarding it like a dragon for the last couple centuries. You sit in a VIP booth with your mouth half open and watering for all the curves that warm the air around you. It’s the best kind of edging, starving yourself for weeks only to come to a place like this, your skirt riding up enough to reveal the illusory softness of your thighs, a trap set and waiting for the barflies to take the bait.

You used to be warm. Used to revel in the process, make it quick and painless, send them back to their creator on a wave of euphoria, unaware that they were being culled like deer. You didn’t always see mortals as nothing more than a meal, didn’t always see yourself as the slaughterhouse. Reduce your existence and theirs to nothing more than predator and prey. Hunter and hunted. Fight, fuck, food.

Time does that to monsters like you.

Candelabras cast an orange gold glow upon white linen and pale skin, he looks like a young god set up against a constellation of pillows. All flushed cheeks and warm chest. His eyes are half lidded with lust and good Italian wine, and he watches as a warm Sicilian breeze coasts across your skin. The moonlight from the balcony bathing you in Venus magic. He’s never felt so close to death, his rifle sitting not ten feet away, yet felt so incredibly fucking alive- his heartbeat thumping proudly below his waistline.

The intensity of his gaze raises goosebumps on your shoulders. He mistakes it for a chill.

“C’mere, babydoll, lemme warm you up.”

You turn from the balcony, the bed sheet wrapped around your chest for your modesty. You glide back across the room to the foot of the bed, your fingers dancing over his ankle and up his calf.

“I don’t know if you possess enough warmth.”

Your eyelashes flutter bambi soft and the pace of his heart quickens. He’s never been so captivated. A playful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, his head resting on his shoulder when he shifts his weight up and onto his elbow.

“You could let a poor soldier try.”

The sheet falls, all of your skin bared to him. You crawl to him, catlike smooth, the bed dipping under the weight of your hands and knees. The slope of your spine makes his hands itch, like an artist with a brand new block of clay. He aches to shape it, mold it under his palms, to watch as flesh blooms between his fingers when he grips. He craves to know what his fingertips look like dug as deep in the meat of you as he can get, and you don’t make him wait long.

You throw a thigh over the hinge of his hips, capture his jawline in your grasp, and bring his lips to yours- weaving them together until his whole tapestry is flush red and fighting for enough oxygen to make the next move.

Dancing didn’t used to look like this, hips grinding and sweat dripping. The art of it used to be coy. A strong hand at the bow of a waist, thumb caressing the lowermost rib while skirts twirled in the motion of a spin. Now, it’s all animal. It’s more direct, more forthcoming in what it wants. There are upsides to reducing something to its bare elements.

A man twice your size sinks fingertips into the hip of a woman he doesn’t know, you watch from over your glass as she spins, eyes wide when he tries to bring her mouth to his. She doesn’t want that, pushes at his chest to get away, and he wraps an arm around her shoulders to keep her close.

The hunger claws up your esophagus, canines sharpening to points inside your mouth that you have to coax back down. You stand from your seat and stalk through the crowd to them, swallowing the remainder of the liquid in your glass before you get there.

“Darling, would you grab me another drink? Get yourself one too, have them put it on my tab.”

You feel your influence wrap around her spine, curl tendrils into her spinal cord and connect to her brain stem. The man lets go of her, confusion settling over his face as he watches your ownership take hold. She softens, brings a hand to your face and leaves a chaste kiss on the crest of your cheekbone.

“Of course, lover,” she replies, and you watch the sway of her dress against her thighs as she takes your empty glass back to the bar.

The man crosses his arms over his chest, gazes down at you like he could eat you up. You return it, the thrill of the hunt blowing your pupils wide, he doesn’t understand the danger that he’s in.

“Can I watch?” he asks, and even though you can’t gag anymore, your drink threatens to come up all over his half buttoned shirt. You stifle your disgust, pretend to think for a moment, bite your lip like it turns you on.

“You can participate.” His eyebrow quirks, unbelieving, but he doesn’t stop you when you pry his arms apart and take him by the hand. You take slow steps backward, make sure that he’s committed himself to following where you pull, before tugging him out of the back door of the club and into the dank, deserted alley.

You don’t see your shadow, don’t see how it sticks to you, how it watches you from the darkness. The best predators can mingle with their prey without being noticed, can cut one off from the herd and feast until the belly is full to bursting. Apex predators are the ones you won't see until you’re bleeding down your front from the gaping slit in your throat.

He is the cherubic beautiful Raphael saw when he painted the Sistine Madonna. The smattering of hair across his chest rough under the tips of your fingers as you steady yourself.

“Think I’d be alright dyin’ right here, instead of out there.” He chuckles up at you, like last words from a guillotine, bittersweet like the wine that stains his teeth.

“If only they could all be as lucky as you,” you quip, rolling your hips down into him with a force that rolls his eyes back in his head. He groans, already right on the precipice of a peak under you, his knuckles going white as he holds you in place.

“Slow down, darlin’, I don’t wanna be done with you yet.”

He flips the pair of you, drapes himself over you like the curtains on the four poster bed. The flame warmth of his hand guides your thigh over his hip, the carnal hunger in the pit of his stomach curling his fingers into the expanse of skin. It doesn’t hurt, but you suck a breath in anyway, gyrate your hips into his and grind against the hot length of him.

He sheathes himself inside, the grip of your cunt forcing all the air out of his lungs. He groans, withdraws his pelvis until the head of him rests within you, only to slam forward again, your chest rocking with the motion. He leans down and captures the peak of your nipple in his mouth, suckling it to aching.

The same attention is paid to the opposite, your cries of pleasure ringing Cathedral bells in his head. His mouth comes off your chest with a wet pop, trailing the tip of his nose up your sternum. He smiles against the apple of your cheek, leaving the plush indent of a kiss.

“Let go for me, sugar. Let me feel you.”

You don’t mean to bite down, but your rapture overwhelms you and the fangs that were slowly growing under your top lip ached just as much as the rest of you. Instinctually, you find purchase in the meat of his neck, sucking the blood from him as though your life depends on it.

It isn’t until he doesn’t peel his weight from you, no longer so warm, that you realize you’ve drained him.

The air in the alleyway is sticky and thick with humidity. It clings to your lungs like slime when you shove open the side access door.

The man from the dance floor follows you out of it, visions of dirty, dual alleyway blowjobs from two women he met in a club flitting through his mind. You let him corral you against the brick, let him lean in close and smile. His breath reeks of cigarettes and cheap liquor, like he hasn’t brushed his teeth with the same dedication that he objectifies women. You grimace when your head turns to the side, barely catching the movement behind him.

“Your friend gonna join us?”

Shadows materialize, the eyes of the man pressed against you go wide as his hair is fisted and yanked backwards. The force nearly scalps him as he’s torn from in front of you. He doesn’t have time to react before his head is twisted sideways, the gleam of metal fingers cupping his chin making your eyebrows pinch together.

You’re sweltering. Sweat starts to bead along your hairline from the combination of being too full and his body. Guilt envelopes you like his limp form, the heat dissipating from him slowly.

“No, no, no, no,” you panic, scrambling out from under him. You manage to roll him onto his back, his face paler than it was only minutes ago. You tap his cheek, but he doesn’t stir. You can't detect his heart thumping under his ribs and your own fraying mind is trying to figure out how to fix this before he becomes your first fatality.

The flesh of your wrist tears easily under your teeth, blood not belonging to you welling and pouring over the fresh wound. You thumb open his mouth, drip drops of his own blood back into him like it will sustain his life, but all it does is outline his pretty teeth in copper red.

The body is thrown sideways, crashing into a nearby dumpster with the rest of the garbage. Your eyes roll and your arms cross over your chest, huffing out a breath of irritation.

“I didn’t need a white knight,” you spit, but your savior doesn’t let you get too far from the brick before he’s pressing you back into it.

“Do you have any idea how hard you are to track down?”

His question is almost unheard, your focus trained on the outline of his face, recognition itching at the edges of your brain. You try to push him back, away from you, step out from under his arm, but his strength keeps you in place and sends a myriad of alarm bells ringing. He shouldn’t be stronger than you, no matter what synthetic attachments he had.

“You don’t recognize me. Well, I mean that figures, it’s been about eighty years.” It’s a statement, the playfulness of his tone curling the edges of his mouth up. There’s something there, something in the red tinged blue of his eyes, in the boyish charm of his smile illuminated by the streetlight that makes regret churn in your stomach.

Something you haven’t felt since…

He doesn’t come back. You wait for hours for breath to puff his chest but it doesn’t. Sunlight sizzles at the tips of your fingers, making you hiss and jerk away. You round the bed and tug the curtains closed, gathering up your clothes and dressing. You stop in front of the mirror, wipe the tears from your cheeks and stifle your sobbing.

Your sire warned you this would happen eventually, that you would get so wrapped up in a meal that you couldn’t pull yourself away. You can see the cut of his jaw and the sapphire of his eyes as he stares you down, legs spread wide on the underground throne he’d been ruling since the 16th century.

Still, you resisted, told him that he was a cobwebbed fuck of a monster and stormed from the coven to roam the lush, wine-drenched hills of Europe.

“I killed you,” you stammer, tears starting to well up against your lash line.

“No, no, you didn’t kill me, dove. There were times when I really wished you had—,” he flexes the black and gold of his left hand in front of your face, “but no, you didn’t kill me. You kept me incredibly alive during a part of my life that I should not have survived.”

Your hands find purchase in the leather on his chest, clutching at him as though he’ll disappear if you let go. His eyes drop down your form, where your skirt reveals the illusory plump softness of your thighs. The flesh squeezes under his hand, guiding your leg over his hip and exposing your core to him before he reaches for the other.

It’s a different kind of cold- one that burns you up anyway.

“I’m so sorry.”

You never meant to make him like you, to make that angel from another time a shadow in this one. He presses against you tight, steals the breath you don’t need and smiles down at you with all of that charm you remember.

“I’m not sorry, but if you really want to grovel I will accept an apology in what I vividly remember this body can do.”

Your own sharp canine smile spreads, the ghost of a rapid thrumming of a heartbeat pattering away. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss that’s nearly a century past due. He tastes like sweet copper and your stomach reminds you that you haven’t eaten in weeks.

“If you want me to remind you why you chased me for so long, you’re going to have to let me hunt first,” you pant, carding your fingers through his hair. He sets you down, takes your face in his hands and places one last chaste kiss on your lips. It’s soft, like every cloud in the blue sky you haven’t seen in centuries. Time can’t corrupt angels like him.

“Sugar, that’s foreplay.”

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graceful-starker · 2 years

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The Mafia Boss and His Kitten

Summary: Hybrid!Peter is chased by a predator straight to Mafia Boss!Tony’s club.

Warnings: omegaverse, hybrid!verse, mafia au, mafia type violence

Notes: This is my first ever hybrid!au so I hope I did okay! I made it so everyone falls into the alpha/beta/omega designations, but only some people are hybrids. I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much to everyone in the discord server who encouraged me to write this, and especially @khalixascorner !

Word Count: 2,750

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Peter hisses while he runs as fast as he can, hardly daring to peek behind him at the predator currently chasing him. Peter isn’t really supposed to be on these roads, but he figures that Aunt May would give him a pass in this particular situation.

The responding growl from the alpha sends Peter’s ears flat against his skull, and the omega gets a burst of renewed energy. “Here, kitty kitty!” the predator taunts.

Peter takes a turn down an alley, not knowing where he’s going. He’s never even been to this side of town, let alone to these streets. So really, he can’t be blamed for choosing a street which dead ends into a bar which happens to be owned by the most notorious mafia boss in New York.

“Where are you gonna run to now, kitty? I’ve got you cornered.”

Peter turns around and hisses, crouching in a defensive position. “Go away, alpha! You can’t have me!”

The alpha growls loudly, unknowingly attracting the attention of the guard at the entrance to the bar. “Don’t tell me what I can and cannot have, kitty.” He presses closer, almost touching Peter.

Almost, that is. Only almost, because at that very second, the alpha is thrown across the alleyway by the guard, landing hard on his ass. “Get lost, knot-head. Being a predator doesn’t give you the right to chase poor little omegas.”

The predator growls, standing up again and angrily glaring at the guard. “Who the fuck are you to tell me what I can’t do?”

The alpha grins, showing off his sharp canines and making Peter whimper in fear. He pulls a gun out from his waistband, cocking it and aiming the barrel right in between the predator’s eyes. “This is who I am to tell you what you can’t do. Any questions?”

The predator’s tail curls between his legs, and he starts slowly backing down the street. “Fuck off man, I was just playing with him. I’m going.” And he turns and runs in the opposite direction.

The alpha turns the safety back on his gun, hiding it away again, and then turns to the poor kitten. He lowers his ears as a sign of friendliness, and keeps his palms facing Peter. “Hey little guy, you’re safe now. I chased ‘im off. C’mere.”

Another alpha steps outside, frowning into the dim light in front of the club. “Stevie? What’s all the noise?”

‘Stevie’ looks over his shoulder at the new addition to the street, but keeps his body facing Peter. “Had an obnoxious predator chasing this poor little omega. I know, I know, don’t give me that look! He sounded so scared and helpless!”

Peter gives a soft kitten growl in indignation, but doesn’t dare argue while cornered.

The new alpha chuckles softly at the pathetic attempt, getting right beside Stevie. “Hey darlin’, are you okay? I hear you had quite the scare. Some predators need to taught a good lesson in manners, don’t they?”

Peter slowly feels his ears perk up again and his tail start to flick in interest, letting his guard down slightly. “Y-yeah,” he squeaks, slowly stepping towards the strangers. “You aren’t gonna hurt me, right, mister?”

The man coos, shaking his head. “No, sugar, I won’t. C’mere, let’s get you inside, huh? Call you a ride? My name’s Bucky, doll, what’s yours?”

Peter hesitates for a second, but slowly starts to inch closer to the guards. “P-Peter. My name is Peter. Can you please call my aunt to come get me? She’ll be worried sick that I didn’t come home straight after band practice!”

Bucky nods, wrapping a protective arm around Peter and leading him to the door, leaving Steve to cover their backs and guard the door again. “Of course, kitten, come on in. Keep your head down and don’t talk to nobody else here, alright? Don’t be scared, just don’t look at nobody.”

Peter nods, already looking at the ground as he’s led by the nice alpha. “Okay, Bucky, I promise.” He gets up onto a stool at the bar with Bucky’s help and waits patiently for the alpha to return with a phone.

While he’s waiting though, a couple of very loud voices carry from behind a closed door behind the bar.

“Give me one good god damn reason I shouldn’t paint my fucking office with your fucking brains!”

“How about because I didn’t fucking do it, Tony, eh? That a good enough reason, you delusional old bastard?” Peter hears a gun cock the same way he did outside, and he stares at the door in terror.

“My guys have video fucking proof you did it, you piece of scum! You betrayed us, betrayed the family!”

Peter hears a loud bang of a fist on a table and Peter’s ears flatten against his hair. “I didn’t kill nobody, I know better! I would never kill one of your guys neither, what motive do I got? C’mon Tony, you gotta believe me.”

There’s a loud bang and a scream, and a new alpha hurries into the room. The alpha who was already in the room, Tony, comes out, wiping his hands on a handkerchief and sniffing with his nose in the air. “God damn traitors in my fucking club, I swear I- who the fuck is this?” The alpha points at Peter.

Peter whimpers and looks down at the bar, kicking himself over forgetting the rule about no looking at anyone. Bucky happens to return at just that moment, and Peter hears him sigh. “Hey boss, this is Peter. Steve found him out front, was being chased by some low life who thought he had balls ‘cause he can chase a kitten down a street. I was just calling him a ride.”

“Well he can’t go now, brainless, he’s a witness.” Peter mewls in fear, hiding his eyes with his hands.

“He ain’t seen nothin’, boss, right kitten? You ain’t seen nothin’.”

Peter shakes his head, keeping his eyes covered. “Nothin’!” he squeaks.

Tony growls from the back of his throat, slamming his hand and the handkerchief down on the countertop. “Look at me, omega. Now.”

“C’mon Tones, he’s just a kid. He’s late getting home from band practice, what’s he gonna do?”

But Peter obeys, feeling the need to please a demanding alpha deep in his bones. He slowly peels his hands away, looking up at the man with wide, fearful eyes. “I’m no tattle tale, mister. Honest. I just wanna go home.”

The alpha seems to completely change once he locks eyes with the tearful omega. His expression softens, and his eyes relax from where they were narrowed. “Hey, kid, how old are you?”

Peter sniffles, looking from Bucky back to Tony. “E-eighteen, mister.”

The alpha purrs, frown morphing into a smitten grin. He’s only an alpha, not a hybrid, so his teeth aren’t as scary as the predator’s from earlier. “Well how about that, huh? Quite the catch I got.”

Peter whimpers softly, twitching his nose and watching Bucky grin and start to back towards the front door where Steve is waiting. “Alpha?”

“Tell ya what, kitten, I’ll give you two choices. One: you call someone to take you home, but if I find out you’re more rat than cat I’ll take care of you. Or two: you be my good little omega and come upstairs with me. What do ya say?”

Peter feels a shiver run down his spine, and his tail flicks in interest. A soft purring starts in his chest--a sound which is very different from the alpha’s own purring--and he hops down from the stool with a soft thud. “I’ve never been with an alpha before, mister, is that a deal breaker?”

The man’s grin almost reminds Peter of a predator, and his eyes go dark with what Peter hopes is desire and not hunger. “Oh, kitten, that only makes the deal sweeter. Follow me.”

So Peter does, fighting his instincts telling him he’s walking straight into a predator’s den. He looks around the bedroom as the alpha takes his gun out and rests it on the dresser, and realizes the gun is the only scary thing about the place. He doesn’t know why, but he was expecting something darker and more dangerous. Instead, he finds a very warm room which, despite how expensive everything looks, could belong to his aunt.

“Whatcha waiting for kitten, a written invitation?” Peter startles at the alpha’s soft words, whipping around and whimpering softly. The alpha has already taken his shoes and jacket off, and is currently working on undoing the belt.

Peter blushes as he realizes what the alpha wants, feeling embarrassed at how easily he was distracted. He quickly kicks his shoes off, followed by his socks, and works his shirt off as well. He was working on getting his pants down when the alpha stops him by placing a finger under his chin. “Why don’t you slow down a bit for me, doll? Turn around, give me a show.”

So the omega does, albeit with a bright red face. He steps out of his pants and puts them to the side, before finally hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his panties. He lets out a shaky breath before he slowly pushes them down, fighting against the resistance his plump cheeks give him at first. He hears the alpha begin to purr again, and continues slowly moving the panties down his legs until they reach his ankles and he steps out of them instead.

He turns back around to face the now naked alpha, looking down and gasping at what he sees. Tony is, to say the least, extremely big. Peter supposes it’s natural, given that he’s an omega, but Tony has to be at least ten times the size of him. However instead of being scared of the reveal, like he thought he would, the kitten mewls softly at the sight and falls to his knees, not hesitating to grab Tony’s cock.

The alpha grunts in approval, spreading his legs a bit more and working his fingers through Peter’s soft hair. The omega purrs happily, leaning into the pets. “Can I lick it, alpha?” Peter mewls softly.

“Anything you want, kitten,” the older man coos, scratching behind Peter’s ears.

The kitten’s tail flicks in happiness, and softly licks at the head once with a pointed tongue. Enjoying the way Tony tastes and feels, the omega tries the action again, this time aiming for the slit.

Tony groans in pleasure, twisting his fingers in Peter’s hair and pulling him closer. “C’mon kid, don’t be a tease.”

Peter giggles softly, obeying the hidden command and taking the alpha in his mouth. His lips stretch obscenely against the alpha’s girth, being much smaller than the older man. He’s never done this before, so he isn’t really sure how to do it right, but he figures that as long as he doesn’t use his teeth he should be fine.

Peter works on using a lot of tongue on the underside of Tony’s cock and sucking as hard as he can around him. He uses one hand to squeeze the parts he can’t reach as he bobs his head, and uses the other hand to gently massage the alpha’s balls.

Tony grunts happily, petting Peter softly. “Good kitty, so good.” he lets Peter continue for a few moments as he decides if he wants to come like this or pop the kitten’s cherry. In the end, he decides taking this sweet omega’s virginity is worth giving up his hot, wet mouth. “God, omega, you’re a natural. C’mon, up. Get on the bed for alpha.”

Peter purrs and happily hops up onto the bed, arching his back and pushing his ass out enticingly. Just the simple act of sucking the alpha’s cock has made the kitten dripping wet, and his eager hole winks at the alpha.

Tony licks his lips at the sight, not believing how lucky he’s gotten this evening. He climbs onto the bed behind Peter, grabbing two fistfuls of his ass and squeezing. It causes the omega to mewl in want, arching his back even further and wiggle his hips in excitement. “Please, alpha, don’t be a tease!”

Tony chuckles at the irony, before releasing one globe to gently press two fingers into Peter. His greedy little hole swallows them eagerly, and all the slick the omega is producing only makes it easier.

Peter mewls in pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he presses back into the intrusion. “More, alpha, please!” he whines.

Tony chuckles deeply, a rough purr emitting from his chest. He starts to move his fingers in and out slowly at first, but quickly accelerates given how eager his little kitty seems to be. He’s able to add a third finger in less than a minute, and a fourth soon after due to how eager and needy the poor omega is. Tony wouldn’t be surprised if this scene accidentally sent the poor kitten into heat.

“Please, alpha, need you inside me! Please please please, I’ll be so good!” Peter snuffles and rubs his face into the pillow, rocking his hips so he can fuck himself on Tony’s thick fingers.

The alpha grins, pulling his fingers out and slapping Peter’s right cheek just to watch the flesh jiggle, making the kitten mewl in impatience. He grabs himself by the base and indulges in a couple long strokes with the omega’s slick before finally lining himself up and pushing the tip in.

Peter doesn’t mean to, but he ends up holding his breath after the initial intrusion, mouth dropping open in a small ‘o’ shape. The breath is punched out of him once the alpha decides Peter has had enough time to adjust and starts to slowly push in, and in and in and in until Tony's knot is pressing against Peter’s rim.

Tony gives him a second to get used to it, unable to stop the grin on his face from how quickly the kitten is breathing. To help the poor boy out, he rubs at his back, and starts to scratch at the base of his tail.

“Alpha,” the boy whines, wiggling his hips in hopes of convincing the older man to move.

Tony growls deeply, grabbing onto Peter’s tail for leverage before starting a brutal pace. He pounds into the omega, not bothering to hold back even though it's Peter’s first time--the kitten deserves it for being such a tease, after all.

Peter cries out at how good it all feels, drooling onto Tony’s pillow and tearing the sheets with how hard he’s gripping them. He whines and mewls and moans, making a symphony of noises of which Tony could listen to forever.

“God, you’re so perfect. What a perfect little omega you are, my good little kitten. Are you gonna come for me, baby? Gonna spill your cute little omega come all over my sheets?” Tony grips Peter’s tail harder and starts to fuck into Peter harder, feeling close himself.

Peter whimpers and nods, face so full of lust and need that Tony almost wants to take a picture. “Please can I come alpha, wanna come on your dick, please?!”

Tony growls happily at the concept of Peter asking for permission, feeling his knot start to catch on Peter’s rim. “Come baby, come on alpha’s dick.”

Peter doesn’t need to be told twice. He comes so hard that he sees stars, spilling his seed all over Tony’s sheets and his own stomach, and hole spasming around Tony’s cock and knot.

Tony chokes on his pleasure, moving his knot in and out a few more times before it’s too big to escape Peter’s rim anymore. He groans as he locks in, and his orgasms erupts inside of Peter so hard he has to lean on the boy for support.

Once the initial wave is done for Tony, he pants heavily and pets Peter’s back soothingly. He rolls them onto their sides, ignoring Peter’s pitiful mewl of indignation. Instead, he brushes the hair out of Peter’s face and slowly grinds circles into Peter's ass as the omega’s hole milks the alpha’s knot dry. “You did so good baby, made me feel so good.”

Peter yawns cutely and snuggles back into the alpha’s chest, eyes drooping closed. “Mmmhmmmmm. Good alpha.”

Tony chuckles softly at the praise, scratching behind Peter’s ear once more before kissing the omega’s neck. “Sleep well, kitten.” The alpha settles down with his new pet, already planning what he needs to get to keep his kitten safe and happy.

#omegaverse #smut #tw: mafia stuff #tw: violence

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animnerd · 1 year

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Kiss the Girl

Paring: steve and Nat

One day Steve watches Nat as she does some boxing will he tell her how he feels?

Warnings: none fluff and poor steve pinning over his crush on Nat

A/n: i listened to Disney songs and came across "kiss the girl" from the Little Mermaid. I been wanting to use this song in one of my stories and finally found a good parring. Not beta read all mistakes are my own.

One day in the tower Steve, Nat, Sam Bucky and Clint was working out in the gym. Except Steve wasn't working out he stayed by the doorway watching as Nat was boxing with Clit. He sighed as he watched her. The others exept for Nat herself well she kinda had a clue knew that he had a big crush on Nat but was to scared to say anything.

"There you see her sitting across the bay she dont have alot to say but there is something about her."

He watches as she hits clit and he falls over seeing her laugh makes his insides do flip flops and a big goofy grin on his face. He notices that she stood straight and wiped the sweat from her forhead as it shinned there.

"Now's your moment floating in a blue lagon boy you better do it soon no time will be better… and you dont know why go on kiss the girl!"

Bucky comes up and pats his shoulder. "Go on man tell her how you feel." "I'm too scared Buck." As he bites his lip Bucky sighed and shakes his head and pushes steve towards Nat. As Steve digs his heels in. "BUCCK im not ready!" As he high tails it and runs away from the gym.

"Its a shame to bad you're going to miss the girl…."

Nat lifts up her head and looks over to see Bucky pushing Steve towards her. Her heart speeds up praying that he the goofball will finnally confessing his feelings and she will return them even though she seems indifferent she really is harboring feelings for Steve. But she pouts as she sees him high tail it out of there. "Maybe another day" she gathers her things and follow Steve out of the gym.

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year

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I Will Always Wait For You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1421

Summary: You thought you were in love with Brock, that was until he was caught cheating. Heartbroken, you flee back to the apartment building you live in but instead of going home, you knock on your best friend, Steve Rogers, door. Seeing you in distress Steve quickly does everything he knows to make your night better. Through innocent conversations feelings are finally relieved.

Warnings: Slight heartbreak/mention of cheating, beginning of friends to lovers, fluff, kissing, and cuddling. Let me know if I mention anything.

A/N: This is for @lovelyavengers “I’m feeling 2022 writing challenge.” Prompt: “I didn’t know where else to go.” with neighbor Steve.

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Johnny Depp winning is Justice. It shows you just can’t make up a lie to ruin someone. You can’t fake being sexually assaulted or physically abused without consequences.

Amber will always be known as the woman who lied about sexual and physical abuse. She will also been known as the woman who shit the bed, literally. I hope she gets black balled from Hollywood and Johnny can now rebuild his image.

“Tell the world Johnny, tell them Johnny Depp, I Johnny Depp, a man, I'm a victim too of domestic violence, and see how many people believe or side with you” — Amber Heard to Johnny Depp in 2016.

The world and the jury have spoken.

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His wolf and his puppy

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by winterironland

Tony goes into heat and lands himself a mate without mating?

Yeah, that sounds like something Tony would do.

Words: 3958, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of winteriron 2023

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Minor Characters

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark, past Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - Relationship, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pining, Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious Tony Stark, Poor Barnes, Possessive Bucky Barnes, Jealous Bucky Barnes, Avenger Bucky Barnes, Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Civil War Team Iron Man, Not Civil War Team Captain America Friendly, Not Steve Rogers Friendly, Mating Bond, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, Mating Cycles/In Heat, tony stark in heat, James Bucky pines for Tony Stark, Not Beta Read, Enemies to teammates to mates to lovers, Don't Like Don't Read, No Smut, Self-Lubrication, Sex Toys, Jealous Steve Rogers, mentions of stony, Heat and rut induced emotions, Bucky Barnes Feels, Tony Stark Feels, James Barnes/ Tony Stark feels

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amarriageoftrueminds · 10 months

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Hi, I saw your trans Steve post in twtr and let me tell you I entirely see your point. Even I sent a similar ask to a different blog long ago.

We can actually read whole movie in an entirely trans Steve without needing to change a single scene! (yup even his pre transition shirtless ones because someone with so much aliments and malnutrition would look that)

Steve Rogers being a trans man fits so perfectly and you told it so fittingly in the post. How he had this one friend who actually saw him and supported him and serum being a super androgen that did years of work in one shot. How still he was treated as lesser in the bigoted society.

I'm also really glad how the very little number of trans man Steve fics that exist actually explore this rather than as mere kink (no kink shame).

👉(tweets here)👈 👉(tags here)👈

Oh wow yeah glad to see that post struck a chord

Cuz I know, right?! ლ😩ლ

Steve's hurt at his exclusion from male homosocial groups and determination to join them at all cost (both 'the Army' and the category 'men whom women ask to dance' ...while mysteriously not actually seeming to want a woman to dance with him?? 🤔 ) can so easily be read as dysphoric!

(Cue me also headcanoning Bucky calling formerly-Stephanie-deadname 'Stevie.' As the first non-female name Steve ever had, given him as like a secretly-masc-nickname, just between the two of them, before he became plain 'Steve.')

And it would be so, so easy to imply that Erskine was working for the Hirschfeld Institute in Berlin, before Hydra snapped him up, wouldn't it?

That the Nazis and Americans stole a piece of trans-healthcare and tried to (erase the truth about it and also) warp it into something else entirely, for eugenics purposes? (Explaining why all their subsequent attempts to recreate it fail; because they're deluding themselves and actively suppressing the truth about what it's actually supposed to do). Absolutely would scan!

Since I'm a sucker for a/b/o AUs, (and I've talked about this before in the past 😅) I also love to posit an equal-opposites type scenario where Steve might be an OtoA trans alpha (or beta), and Bucky might be an A- or B-toO trans omega.

Like, to explore the different experiences of rich and poor, perfect and imperfect physical transitioners... the different treatment received by a famous, completely-'passing' alpha (who maybe people don't even know is trans?), and a below-poverty-line obviously-trans omega.

(Who maybe struggles to pass because they didn't get the option of a delux transition. Or maybe does pass just fine, but has much more to fear from being outed, by virtue of their legal/financial situation, etc. Some asshole like Ross would definitely be out there insisting TWS has to be put in an all-alphas prison, for example.

And God, the angst Bucky would feel to see Steve getting a perfect magical transition and being treated like an alpha for the first time when Bucky always treated him like one. And while he's still stuck in his old body, knowing that if he'd been born omega he wouldn't have had to join the Army at all. Happy for Steve, yes, but the envy! And of course everyone would misinterpret it as well-handled jealousy of his friend's new fame.)

Also, the opposite experiences of Steve maybe knowing he's trans from birth and living as a beta before the war, which has knock on implications (i.e. being his authentic self having the sad side effect of making his relationship to Bucky look obviously queer in a way that would put them in danger. Him being 'out' so long meaning he has non-omega ID all ready once the Army enlistments start.)

Contrast Bucky, who maybe came around to the knowledge of his transness slower (he's more easygoing; he didn't hate being alpha/beta, it just gradually occurred to him that he wasn't. He loved 'omega' hobbies like dancing, but always felt he ought to be good at 'alpha' hobbies to overcompensate -- hence the boxing).

And how having the habit of squirrelling away a secret part of himself deep inside, his whole life, would become a massively massively useful protection for his psyche, once he comes under the identity-annihilating torture of Hydra.

(Showing how being trans and also in the closet about it saves one trans person's life, whereas Steve being 'out' protected him by putting him in a way to join the Army, get the serum, and also made him happy, etc.)

Maybe Bucky's serum didn't physically-transition him at all, and all his out-as-an-omega experiences occur after getting free from Hydra. The perfect timing of his literal freedom from slavery, from being forced into an identity he didn't choose, coinciding exactly with inhabiting his 'real' identity. (Which, in turn, makes him safer, because TWS is an alpha so an omega presentation would literally protect him, somewhat; would become his shield, again).

And given the sheer psychopathy of how cis female partners of famous men are treated (👀💅 naming no names… IYKYK) imagine the uproar there would be if Captain America (the manliest man!!) was declared to be dating a trans person??

Steve would so want to out himself as trans, too. He'd be out and proud about it, and derive huge satisfaction from watching the people who were kissing his ass two seconds ago, suddenly showing their true colours when he's trans (and being unable to roll it back and pretend they're nice, after!) Perfect way to trick Hydra goons into unmasking themselves, no?

...Or, on the non-angsty side, I'm also a sucker for a 'Bucky gets everything he deserves' AU version of all that. 👆 🥰

Where maybe trans omega Bucky gets a second crack at serum or some other variant, post-Hydra, and it gives him the same perfect-designation-glow-up that Steve got.

And suddenly he'd be sashaying about in a new beautiful omega body, really feeling himself; as visibly happy as Steve was in CATFA, once he was both transitioned and got his Bucky back. 😁

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