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maxislvt · 6 months

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Sink Your Teeth In

pairing(s): vampire!natasha romanoff x werewolf!reader

summary: Vampires and werewolves were known enemies, but Natasha is more than willing to change that. Even if it's just for one night.

warning: amab!reader, blowjobs, sub!reader, slight dubcon

a/n: ummm nat gives the best head case closed

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Werewolves and vampires were always at odds with each other. Not a thousand years could go by without vampires attacking werewolves or werewolves attacking vampires. It was all the same bloodline ending bullshit. 'Your father killed mine and now I must kill you!' over and over again. Some of those fathers weren't even worth killing anyone over. It was truly a shame that no one could see how compatible the two factions were. Vampires were strict, organized people that valued loyalty above all else. Werewolves were nothing short of loyal and obedient, you just had to train them. Natasha was so close to finding the perfect werewolf for her to prove that.

Natasha had tried many times to tame a werewolf, but she'd run into a number of problems. They could be taught, but not many of them were willing to learn— especially not from a vampire. As disappointing as it was, it wasn't exactly a shock. A millennium long feuds were rarely ever one sided. Her previous attempts were also foiled by pride, shame, and simply being too boring to have any real fun.

So, Natasha spent another Friday night on the prowl.

Club Sonar was a rather interesting place. A tall building in the middle of nowhere buzzing with all forms of life. Monsters from all over the globe came together under the moon just to party. It was a messy place. The music was loud, bodies grinded against each other without a care, and secrets of all kinds were shared over the strongest alcohol. Though cultures mixed, money did not.

Each floor of the bar was more expensive than the last. The alcohol got smoother, the music got slower, and the floors actually got cleaned. Upper floors were for people who supported the cause but had no interest in getting dirty. Natasha had more than enough money to sit at the top floor, but that wasn't any fun. She'd never find what she was looking for if she stayed up there.

Werewolves were just as wealthy as vampires, but they were rowdy. They liked to play rough and get dirty. Big fancy houses just didn't appeal to them as much. Fancy clubs appealed to them even less. Natasha wasn't looking to tame someone — not to say her hand couldn't be forced — she was looking for someone soft and easy to mold.

You weren't the easiest to find. Despite your size, the people on the dancefloor had no trouble pushing you around. You kept your head down no matter where you went. Natasha could tell you weren't there on your own, which made it harder to take you home. Not too hard though.

"This really isn't your scene," she said when she took the bar stool next to you. It was hard to keep her eyes in the right place. Your shyness was adorable, but there was no denying what she was really feeling.

You looked around to make sure she was actually talking to you. Though you weren't opposed to the conversation, it was hard to believe such a pretty woman had approached you. "Um, no. My friends wanted to come here. I mean it's cool just…couldn't we have a library or something? There's no point in intermingling if you're too drunk to remember what you're kissing."

Natasha laughed and scooted closer to you. "I guess you're right, but there's no shame in being curious. Right?" She looked at the glass in front of you. "Oh, that just won't do." Before you could interject, she tapped the countertop twice and brought over the bartender. It was a quick exchange, you didn't even see Natasha pull out any cash. Despite your confusion, you didn't put up a fight. You were exactly what Natasha was looking for.

Guilt filled your eyes when you looked down at the fresh cocktail in front of you. Was it more rude to let it go to waste or ask the bartender for a refund? "Oh, you really didn't have to do that." Your hands hesitantly wrapped around the glass before taking a sip of the alcohol. The burn hit you immediately, but you tried to play it off. You tensed up to hold in the coughing fit building up in your chest. "It's…great, thanks," you forced out through a tight chest.

Natasha gave you a firm pat on the back to force you to cough. She took away the glass and slid this towards you. "I would expect a werewolf to have a stronger alcohol tolerance," she said teasingly. Her hand stayed on your back even after your coughing had subsided.

You shook your head. "A lot of us have sensitive pallets. I can taste whatever crappy oak barrel they made this in." There was an unexpected comfort in the way she touched you. "I should have asked this earlier, but what's your name?" You sat up straight as her hand moved down your back. You never really paid attention to your posture, but you had the strange urge to be better around her.

"My name's Natasha, but you can call me Nat if you want. What's yours?"

"My name is Y/N. I don't really have a nickname, but whatever you come up with is fine."

The conversation continued without trouble. Natasha seemed so enamored with how strong your pallet was. At the expense of Natasha's wallet and your sobriety, you had tasted just about every drink the bar had to offer. Eventually, you settled on just drinking strawberry daiquiris while you two talked.

Natasha pulled your seat closer to her and she leaned down to whisper in your ear. "So how many more of those little smoothies do I have to buy to take you home with me?" Her hand slid up your thigh and gave it a firm squeeze. She could feel your dick twitching already. "I promise I'll only bite where it feels good."

You practically jumped out of your skin when Natasha kissed your neck. It was quick, but you could feel the pointed tips of her fangs brush against your skin. "Um..Can I finish this one first?" Before Natasha could say anything else you pulled out your phone and texted your friends. 'Leaving with a hot lady, ttyl!' was all you sent before cutting off your phone and downing the last of your drink.

Natasha adored your enthusiasm. "I promise I'll get you home safe in the morning." She kissed your neck one last time before dragging you outside to her car. It was a good thing she brought her chauffeur along because there was no way she'd be able to keep her hands off you the entire ride home.

You stumbled behind Natasha as best you could. Vampires were usually weaker than werewolves, but you were a little too tipsy to show your strength. You let Wanda push you into the backseat of her car. One sniff of the air and you could tell someone else was in the car. "You have a chauffeur?" Natasha covered your mouth and pushed you further into the backseat.

"Home," was all she told the driver before closing the partition and focusing her attention on you. "Yes, but I promise the back of the car is soundproof." It certainly wasn't, but she needed to hear how whiny you could get. Natasha practically pounced on you after she closed the door. The kiss was hot and passionate. Your fangs bumped against hers every time your lips collided. "Can you taste what I drank earlier?" She asked with a giggle.

A whine escaped your lips when Natasha pulled away. "Um…a lot of vodka and cooper..?" Your answer earned you another kiss. Natasha's lips felt like heaven against yours. She overwhelmed all your senses in the most delicious way possible. You didn't even notice how hard you'd gotten. "You smell…really good." You mumbled in the handful of seconds between kisses.

She chuckled but didn't respond. You were too cute. "I'm going to make you feel so good tonight." Natasha's kisses moved down the side of your jaw until she reached the base of your neck. Her hands wasted no time undoing your belt and tossing it on the car's floor. One of her fingers circled around the tip of the tent in your pants while she watched you squirm. "You're so sensitive."

You opened your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by a string of cursing and desperate whimpering. "Sorry, I'm just new to all of this," you confessed. It was a little hard to imagine your first time going to a bar would take such a turn.

"Don't tell me someone as cute as you is still a virgin." Your silence was enough. It was as arousing as it was disappointing. Natasha didn't want to go slow by any means, but the thought of getting to corrupt that innocent little mind of yours was exhilarating. "I promise I'll be extra gentle with your little friend."

The car parked before Natasha could pull down your boxers. Natasha's lust-driven craze left you in quite an awkward position while waiting for her to unlock the door. Holding your pants up only made your bulge stand out more and there was an obscene amount of lipstick covering your neck. You hoped Natasha wasn't secretly vampire famous or else you'd be in real trouble.

Natasha pulled you into her home and wasted no time undressing you. Your shoes, shorts, sweater, and T-shirt littered the soft carpet. Natasha had you completely naked by the time she pushed you onto the bed. "You're making a mess already," she whispered seductively as she crawled onto the bed. Her eyes focused on the way your member throbbed and leaked precum.

Your eyes followed Natasha's as she began stroking your member. It was tortuously slow, but it felt good. A near-pornographic moan fell from your lips as your head tilted back. "Your hands are so soft," you whimpered pathetically. All your willpower went into staying still. You didn't know what to do with yourself. "C-can I touch you too?" You blindly reached out and grabbed the first thing you could feel. Mindlessly, you groped the soft flesh in hopes that it would make Natasha feel good too. Your face burned bright red as she moved your hand to where her breast actually was. “Sorry…I wasn’t looking,” you mumbled.

Natasha kissed up the underside of your cock before licking all the way down to the base. “A good pup would pay attention to someone making them feel this good.” She waited until you looked down at her. Once she was sure you wouldn’t look away, she swallowed you down to the base. Her cheeks hallowed out as she began sucking you off.

Your hips twitched and your eyelids fluttered, but you tried your best to keep your eyes open. As your orgasm got closer, you found it harder to control yourself. An animalistic growl ripped through your throat as you tried to control yourself. Your fangs forced themselves out of your mouth and your claws had nearly ripped Natasha’s sheets. “W-wait, slow down,” were the only words you could get out before it happened.

Hot white cum painted the inside of Natasha’s throat as she swallowed down everything you gave her. Natasha didn’t give you a break and continued until you pushed her away. “Is that all you have left?” She blew on your bulbous tip before giving it a kiss.

“N-no, I just…I need a second. That’s all.”

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gingiesworld · 9 months

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Will you do wanda x werewolf reader?

Really don't care the gender, but Yn in their human form is all grumpy but when they are a wolf, they only want to be close to Wanda.

Like, yn is an avenger being a werewolf and has this fame being grumpy, and they like Wanda a lot when she decide to join the team, but they don't show any type of interest in her but one day they can't control their transformation and walk around the compound being a wolf, Wanda being shocked when yn being with her all the time and when they turn into a human form again It was weird but have to confess their feelings.

Grumpy Puss

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Werewolf Reader

Warnings: Fluff.

18+ MINORS DNI

When Wanda joined the Avengers, she would wake to the sound of scratching at her door. Knowing it would be the wolf, she would let them sleep beside her as she would stroke their fur. But whenever Y/N was in human form, they were extremely unsocialable. Barely speaking a word unless it was a monotone syllable.

Of course the team knew of their genes and never really understood that Y/N felt free when they were in wolf form. Freer than they were in their human form.

"Why do they keep sleeping or just being near me when they're in their wolf form?" Wanda asked Nat as the two trained.

"Before you came along, we used to find them laying near the front door when they slept." Nat informed her. "They have a room but I guess it's the way they feel even more comfortable in their wolf form."

"But that doesn't explain their attachment to me." Wanda told her as Nat gave her a smirk.

"Maybe they'll tell you." Nat shrugged as Wanda scoffed.

"How? They don't speak. Whenever anyone tries to go near them, they run the other way." Wanda exclaimed as she just walked out of the training room in frustration. Nat chuckling to herself at Wanda's obvious crush on the monotone individual.

Of it was like every other night, Y/N slept on Wanda's bed in their wolf form as she stroked their hair.

"Why won't you talk to me?" Wanda whispered as the wolf nuzzled closer. "At least help me understand this. Why you love being close to me in this form but want to be on a different planet in human form." Wanda fell asleep shortly after that. The comfort and warmth she had felt from Y/N as they lay beside her. Like they were protecting her in some way.

Wanda woke the next morning to arms around her waist, nuzzling back into the body that held her. Her eyes widened in shock as she scrambled from her bed to see a naked Y/N who also jolted awake. Grabbing Wanda's pink robe and putting it on.

"I am so sorry about this." They mumbled as they made their way to the door as Wanda just stood in their way.

"Why are you attached to me when you're a wolf?" She questioned as they sighed in defeat. "I want answers Y/N."

"It's like I'm tethered to you Wanda." They explained. "I try to fight my emotions and my feelings when I am human because all it takes is one thing to set me off and I can become as dangerous and unpredictable as The Hulk. So I distance myself from everyone. From you." Wanda just listened as they spoke. "I like you Wanda. I have since you joined but I am scared of hurting you, but I guess my wolf form loves you even more. That's why the inner animal is drawn to you."

"I don't understand." Wanda whispered.

"I am in love with you Wanda Maximoff. It just took my inner wolf to make me realise it." They soon made their way towards the door before Wanda managed to stop them, turning them to face her once more. Pressing her lips on his in a tender kiss.

"I am in love with you too." She whispered before they kissed her more passionately than before. Holding her closer to them and feeling her warmth through the pink fluffy fabric.

"I am going to get dressed before Tony sees me in pink and starts to call me pink puff." They smiled as Wanda chuckled as they quickly left the room. A smiling Wanda stood tracing her lips as she watched the door.

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darkdemeter · 25 days

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IN THE ARMS OF YOUR ENEMY PHASES COLLECTION #2/8

— WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN (ONESHOT)

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

| A/N | DISCRETION |

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SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI — light bondage — MxF version pairing — FxF version pairing — unprotected sex — P in V sex — profanity — pet name "Lamb" — usage of the term "slut" amidst sex — light/alluded breeding kink — reader receiving (male and female variants) — bit of excessive cum — mention of marking — possessive reader — slight stalkerish reader — Hydra agent! reader — enemies/lovers with benefits — I think that's it?

| SUMMARY |

Once again, Wanda will find that she can't exactly keep the wolf out, and she'll find herself back in your arms; no matter how much she detests the idea you're an agent of Hydra.

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II. Any wolf can forego the hunt of its prey. It takes a particular beast to continue hunting the single lamb that escaped it once. A sickening delight in the torment it brings upon the victim. And no matter what, the lamb’s scent only draws the wolf closer.

New locks, new keys to accompany those new locks, new means of security. Whatever she could get her hands on. Was she wrong to leave the compound, in search of a place of independence?

It’s grown quiet the past two weeks, going on three. She can hope, and only hope, that this means she is finally free. But she has plenty of reasons to doubt.

Keys in hand she plugs it into the lock and twists, entering her apartment. Simple, the floorplan didn’t mess around in trying to make the space something it’s not. Cosy but simple and within budget. Immediately to her right is the open concept kitchen, an L shaped counter anchored to the wall, the basic appliances with it and an island countertop at its centre, completing the design.

To her left, the curtains are almost drawn to the close, leaving only a spying gap open above the small dining table and beige coloured booth seats. Ahead of her is a wooden beamed door frame, twice the size of her front one. It enters the modest lounge room, where a boxed fireplace sits idly in the corner, unlit until the nearing winter begins to settle in. For her piece of mind, a TV sits on a dark cherry wooden cabinet, a box of old, collected sitcom discs and a dvd player go hand in hand together.

She’d taken to making the space truly her own. Here, she isn’t the experimented girl Hydra made her to be. Here, she isn’t a woman who’s feared for her abilities. In this apartment, she is just Wanda Maximoff. A normal, young woman who enjoys cooking heritage meals for dinner - with a recent habit of having takeout at least once a fortnight - going out shopping towards the weekend with Natasha and watching her favourite sitcoms.

But over the last few months, this spot has also attracted something far more sinister. Something that stalks her from the dark alleyways and winding streets. A monster who she knows to be the enemy of the Avengers. Her enemy. An agent of Hydra.

Still… she found herself in your arms again and again. She recalls the reverberting moans trapped within the confines of these very walls. The lengths of pleasurable extortion you’d go to for her to reveal secrets and confidential information.

And in turn, you kept her out of Hydra’s reach, away from getting their hands on her again. Under your protection, her freedom remained intact.

Wanda strips herself of her coat and bag, eyes scanning the lounge room and catching an obscured form occupying the armchair.

“Hey Nat,” she greets, tone calm and unaltered by concern. Natasha had mentioned she was going to stop by for a visit sometime that week.

“Hey, Wanda,” Natasha’s voice replies, voice slightly tuned with a friendly purr.

“What you been up to?” Wanda asks. She grabs the bag of groceries and places them on the island, caught in her own world until the colour in her cheeks drains, the warmth grows cold and in her stomach grows an ominous pit.

“Been watching– you.”

Wanda feels as though the floor will swallow her at any moment, and at this point, that would be a relief. Her eyes land back on the mistaken identity’s form, elbow propped up on the chair’s arm, a small device sits in the palm of a gloved hand. Your gloved hand.

With a roll of your thumb, you click the device off and let your arm drop, manoeuvring yourself to shift in your place.

Wanda finds the hellish pits of amber that reside brightly in her dark lounge room, the day itself looming with stormy clouds. Now with the late evening, darkness settled in far more quickly.

Your lips stretch wide, almost ear to ear like the cheeky cheshire, but Wanda is not amused one bit by your visit in particular. Anyone else would have been fine. Just not you.

“Been ignoring my calls, little Lamb. Just came by to… check in,” you purr, voice deeply seated in its obsessive fever.

“U–uh huh…”

Your chin turns on its axis, brows knitting in your faux confusion. “You sound concerned.”

“Wishful thinking is all.” The words came out before she could even process them. Her hand claps over her mouth, taken aback with a gasp.

Your tongue clicks to the roof of your mouth as you pull yourself from the chair, height now towering over Wanda, even at a distance. “Sweetheart, I’ve been worried. It’s as though you’ve been trying to keep me out.”

Wanda offers in showing kind a pearly smile, flustered and seemingly dumbfounded by the absurdity of your question. As if she was trying to keep you out… she can’t let you catch on.

“Keep you out? What?" Her arms fold over her chest. A nervous tactic, one she often defects to whenever she’s plagued by doubt or fear. You duck your chin in indication towards her front door.

“New locks,” you scoff with a shake of your head, “if you’re really going through these measures, at least amuse me by making it just a little bit hard.”

Wanda’s jaw grows slack, eyes bearing into yours with that radiant flare of fear. The trait one that often arouses you. She portrays it well. Makes the hunt more fun for you.

“I… I don’t…” She cannot bring a single reason to mouth, her tongue tied with the thread of deceit so easily discernible, it shouldn’t be as funny as you find it.

With little else, her fingers move, taut and rigid in their slow, methodical dance but you catch on far too quickly than she can begin to halt.

Hand loosening the cord of your leather belt, you swiftly disarm her crafty hands before she could work to send you flying back.

You scold her with a haughty tut, “Ah, ah, ah!” You grin widely as you bind her hands above her head and force her back against the front door with a booming thud.

“I’ll be the one using my hand, little Lamb.” Your coo is a sickening coil of sinister delight, taken away in your sheer excitement of the hunt she has become accustomed to seeing in the reflective glint of your eyes.

With one hand, you continue to pin her tied wrists over her, your other raises towards your mouth where your fanged canines nip teasingly at the leathery texture, stripping your bare hand free, you toss the glove onto the countertop.

“So I wanna know,” you sigh deeply, “what’s this all about? Hm?”

With every movement of your fingers, she feels her pants loosen, the button and zip to her jeans failing to keep your touch out of reach, soon enough you’re snaking beneath her panties. She moans when your coarse thumb pad drags over her clit, excitement fills her blood and heat brims under her skin.

Her cheeks grow flushed and her folds slicken in the tormenting delight you bring her. The dangerous allure she finds herself drawn to. Back in the arms of her enemy. Incapable to be free of.

She squirms against the door when you roll her clit in slow, firm circles, growling against the shell of her ear.

“If you want to cum, you’ll need to answer a few questions for me.”

Her hips jerk forward suddenly, instinctively, buckling under the coursing pleasure flowing through her body. Unable to deny the flood of desire you bring her to. She moans lowly. “I… I just wanted– to keep you out.”

“Why?”

“Because–” she hisses as your fingers run the line of her aroused, wet folds. “Because you’re my enemy.”

You hum lowly at her answer. “And this concerns you now?”

“The Avengers will catch on. We can’t—”

She freezes instantly at the baring of your teeth, throat coiled with a deep, throaty snarl. “If anyone thinks they’ll come between us, I’ll fucking kill them.”

“Please…” Her voice is shattered by her broken resolve to remain strong and defiant to the effects of your carnal activity, fingers drawing your sharpened claws from their nail beds, you drag them slowly over the lips of her soaking entrance. She pushes her hips forward again with her simple plea.

“Ah, ah,” you hiss coldly, “you’ve been ignoring my calls and messages, Lamb. Very foolish of you.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

You scoff now and your thumb stops in toying with her sensitive bulb, bringing her to whine loudly, giving away just how needy she was.

“I think you can do better than that.”

“I can, I can.” Her words are breathlessly urgent in their tone, it almost takes you by surprise by the way her green eyes traverse downwards between you. Yet her eyes don’t plead her case to continue getting her off; the lustful glaze in her eyes offer to get you off.

FEMALE

Wanda sinks to her knees, her arms raised high above her and still in your hold, she stares up at you with anticipation. She’s hellbent on this little mission of hers. Amused, you chuckle and with expert navigation, you unbuckle the front of your pants and tug down enough to reveal your cunt. Wanda aches her head forward, her tongue balances the line of anticipation that leaves you in its wake.

With a soft, melodic noise, she moves her tongue to curl and lick at your clit, your muscles tense and your core tightens, uttering curses under your breath, it takes everything in you not to pull her head forward and bury her between your strong legs. Still, your hand curls tightly around the leather strap of your belt in warning and restraint.

“Better get that mouth working, Lamb,” you growl deeply, the sound causing a shiver to wrack her spine visibly and she bows her head forward more. Her lips and tongue work in tandem to each other, sliding over the aroused slickness of your folds, clit tormented pleasantly by her mouth, every so often her warm beth beats against your pussy.

“Fuck, girl,” you rasp to hide the otherwise pitiful whine clawing its way up your throat. “C’mon, give it to me like the good slut you are.”

She mewls against your cunt. She’s teasing you, just easing her tongue along the sliver of your entrance but not delving any further than that, overall she pays more attention to your clit, every so often her nose nuzzling it playfully.

Any other time, you’d enjoy and be amused by her little game, but right now she’s fucking toying with you.

You buck your hips aggressively with a sharp hiss as her teeth nip dangerously close. “Oh, you want to go about it that way?” you rumble and she coos, tone innocent despite the eyes saying something else. Spelling mischief.

You hoist her up by the tied juncture of her hands and drag her over to the lonesome kitchen island.

If she was going to play games then so were you. It’s effortless the way you slam her atop the counter, her body squirming and writhing, but you pin her down and she freezes, breath ceasing to exist in her lungs.

“You cornered yourself, Lamb. Now you gotta lie down and take it. And I won’t be kind.”

You can feel in the way her throat bobs that she swallows both pride and realisation, to come to the new revelation and the error of her ways. If only she’d been a little kinder. A little bit more merciful. Because she knew you were never one of true mercy.

She breathes deeply as you seize hold of her legging and rip them down, panties along with them and drop them to the floor. She won’t be needing them anytime soon.

“W-wait,” she gasps only for her words to die on her begging tongue, her back arcs up, body coiling to the ignition of your touch, fingers rough against the cove between her thighs, she moans for more.

But much like her, you refuse to give her exactly what she wants. Her clit is the subject of your torture, thumb rolling in slower circles you’d used before and your other fingers trace the moist line of her pussy that clenches with excitement; with hope of them sinking into her depths.

She says your name then, your attention drawn to the pronunciation of it and you groan with a twisted smirk.

“Please, d-don’t do this,” she sighs lowly, “I-I need you. Badly…”

“Mm, should have thought about that before you decided to be a cheeky lil’ slut.”

You slip your middle finger into her without warning, her face contorted in brutal pleasure, she arches further and bounces her hips, breath growing hot and quicker. “Y–es! Yes!” You add a second finger and then your ring finger, each one touching her spongy walls and stretching her. Each touch stokes the fire of her growing orgasm and she chases it with everything she has; however you’re not going to allow her to revel in the sweetened high of her release.

If she wants to cum around your fingers, she’s going to have to really, really beg for it this time. She curses you and praises you, your name a sultry chant playing on repeat and its a song you will never tire of hearing. If her hands weren’t restrained by your belt, she’d be digging her fingers into your arms like a cat clawing a scratching post, her legs spread further for your touch to exceed beyond the bounds they reach now.

“Right there, r-right there! O–oh fuck!” She’s crying out, streams of tears pave the way to her euphoric torture.

You know she’s getting close. Her body, each a telltale sign, she thinks you’re going to let her cum.

“You wanna cum, Lamb?”

“Yes… yes, yes…”

Your teeth graze the curve of her neck and elicit a shocked gasp from her throat, though her hips keep rocking to the motion of your thrusting fingers, claws scraping the length of her hot, tight walls.

“Then let me mark you, Sweetheart.”

“Wh-what?”

You groan at this, eyes rolling with a snarl. “C’mon, I know you want to. Quit being a fucking tease and let me have one bite.”

Her voice is weak, wheezing on the teetering of her arousal and shock.

“We can’t— fuck, Wolf! L-let me cum!”

Pushing her body further into your fingers, you pull your hand away, fingers on the verge of retracting completely and your thumb flicks her clit until she yelps.

“I don’t think you’re being very fair, Wanda Maximoff,” you growl, amber eyes burning with the intensity of a third degree.

It’s little wonder why you feel this dark seed of possessiveness fester inside your soul. At first, you thought it naught but Hydra’s doing that fucked up the natural wiring of your brain, scrappng way the wolf’s more tame and pack orientated habits, only to leave the rabid nature to maim and kill.

But now you’re so that those natural instincts are there still. Fried and seriously altered into some twisted version, but still there.

You came to recognise that your little obsession was more in depth than you originally predicted. Wanda Maximoff, Hydra’s once experiment and now enemy, is your fated mate. A wild night of desperately relieving yourself over and over again, like a drug had poisoned your body, all you could think about was Wanda.

Now she wasn’t giving you what you wanted. To mark her, to show that whoever fucked around would find out. That if anyone touched her, they were dead.

You withdraw your thrusting fingers right as she is about to be delivered to her sweet release, denied, she almost screams in protest.

“I was… I was so close,” she seethes, “Why’d you stop?”

With a wolfish huff, you push your fingers inside her to a still and she swears you drag her down the counter.

“If you refuse to let me mark you, Lamb, then I’ll find a way for you to have my pups. And you’ll have no choice but be sent into the arms of your enemy.”

MALE

Wanda sinks to her knees, her arms raised high above her and still in your hold, she stares up at you with anticipation. She’s hellbent on this little mission of hers. Amused, you chuckle and with expert navigation, you loosen the constraining pressure around your hardened cock, letting it spring free. Already, your beady tip grazes across her plump lips, swollen with your feverish need, you hoarsely grunt. “Get to it, Lamb.”

Her tongue brushes the underside of your cock and you groan, eyes screwing tightly together the further along her breath comes over you, slowly sinking your length between her parted lips. Her cheeks hollow to accommodate your girth, moaning a muffled sound.

She pauses halfway, throat tightening around your intruding tip and your hips stutter, the force of willpower to not cum down her throat right then bringing a pleasured grimace to form over your face. “Look at you,” you grin widely, “on your knees like a go little slut.”

She moans louder, the sound bouncing your cock in her mouth. You sink deeper until she’s taken all she can, almost swallowing your entire cock. In her eyes, the brimming of tears well into a glossy curtain that spill over at the first thrust, slow but hard, she chokes around your size.

“That’s right– fuck! Take it, fucking hell, you’re mouth is hot.” You’re panting heavily as your thrusts grow in punctuated speed, hand coiling around her bound wrists tightly, your other finds itself around her throat, feeling each time your cock delve down the tunnel of her throat.

She mewls, either in protest or plea, her thighs clench together in her position, tearful eyes blurred between complete darkness and the illuminated view of your hips driving forward, your cock moving up and down her throat with rapid succession as you chase your high.

“S-s-so b-big…” Her words come out muffled, barely audible as she gulps around your length, moans growing higher in pitch into whines.

“Yeah,” you rasp, “fucking so big, you’re choking ‘round me.”

She nods eagerly and groans when you piston your hips harder, the swelling in your balls giving away that the fun is almost over.

With a grunt you withdraw from Wanda’s mouth, lips parted wide and strings of saliva and precum coat the edges of her mouth. Her eyes find yours burning a thousand degrees hotter into her soul, scorching it with such intensity, it took everything in her not to squirm beneath you with need.

“As much as I’d love to see you swallow my load, I’d rather have your cunt do that.”

You can smell the sweet nectar between her legs, her core undoubtedly soaked, you pull her up by the leather instrument around her wrists. You push her legging and panties down her legs until they pool at her ankles, ushering her to kick away the unnecessary clothing.

She shivers, voice hoarse as you back her against the door again, the whisper of your name is softened by the feathery texture of her lust. She’s fucking drenching you tip that lines her awaiting entrance, greedily, she squeezes around nothing and pouts, whining for you to hurry up, to fuck her hard and raw until she’s dripping with your cum.

“Shh, Lamb,” you coo through a bite of clenching teeth, pushing inside her pussy with a relieved sigh, for a second time, you have to fight to keep yourself from blowing your load.

She moans deeply into the side of your neck. Looping her arms around your neck, she’s caged between you and the door, and you begin to eagerly rut your hips.

The modest apartment’s four walls once again are the cells containing your time of ecstasy together, moans bouncing off the balls and heavy bouts of panted breath and slapping skin drive you each to the edge of your own insanity.

There Is only the need for more. None of you want to stop this arrangement no matter how conflicting it can be to your respective parties. The Avengers and Hydra can war and raise fire with one another all they want, you’re just taking what’s yours at this point.

And if this is the end of your time, you’re going to fucking enjoy every bit of it that’s Wanda before you’re put six feet under.

“Fuck- f-fuck, don’t stop,” Wanda breathlessly chants, “right there, oh shit— don’t–”

You moa deeply and pick up the pace behind your thrusts that ruthlessly rut Wanda back against the door with loud patterns of thumps.

“Fuck, Baby– you’re so tight…”

“I’m so close!” she mewls lousy in her announcement, her head tilted to the side and the juncture of her neck exposed. Your teeth graze it and she gasps.

“C’mon, I know you want to,” you growl with a jerk of your hips, your tip kissing her cervix roughly to press the air from her lungs.

“But–” She’s cut off by the new, brutal angle you choose, viciously you rock her hips upwards until she’s practically sliding up and down against the door, her nails bite into the leather of the belt and her legs encircle your waist, momentarily losing balance and following the pace of your movement.

“Wolf, please!”

“Shit, cum for me, Wanda, cum for me.”

She breaks for your command and cries out in a flurry of stringed curses, her orgasm a crashing flood that engulfs and squeezes around your cock. “That’s it, Sweetheart… that’s it.”

She relaxes against you while you aid her in riding out her high, eyes dazed in her post-orgasmic state, she hiccups and gasps with each wave of thrusts that continue to surge through her.

Again, you tease her, teeth bared against the flesh of her exposed neck. “One little bite…”

“W-we can’t—”

Groaning lowly, you retort, “You’re such a fucking tease.”

But now you’re so that those natural instincts are there still. Fried and seriously altered into some twisted version, but still there.

Now she wasn’t giving you what you wanted. To mark her, to show that whoever fucked around would find out. That if anyone touched her, they were dead.

Your thrusts grew sloppy, the rhythm lost to your desperation to the swelling knot as your release came upon you, you whine lowly. The tip of your cock erupts violently with spurted rivers of your cum, far exceeding that of the average, human male, Wanda’s womb becomes heavy with your seed.

“Sh–shit!” Wanda moans quietly with a hiccup when your knot ties against her entrance, locking you in place inside her tight cunt.

“If you refuse to let me mark you, Lamb, then you’ll mother my pups. And you’ll have no choice but be sent into the arms of your enemy.”

#treehouse taglist #werewolf reader #marvel #gn reader #female reader #male reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x werewolf! reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda smut #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader smut #mcu #hydra! reader #scarlet witch

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nattysstargirl · 7 months

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The Beast of my Dreams

Chapter 4

Word count: 1911

TW 18+: spicy dream, kissing, cursing, brief fingering, horniness

A/N: Things are heating up for dream y/n. Also, Professor Potts personality feels like Holly Holliday from Glee.

Y/N hears trees creaking in the wind and smells soil before she opens her eyes. Here we go again.

But it's different now. Y/N just had the most incredible sexual experience of her life. And Natasha, Nat hadn't even taken off her clothes. Y/N feels empowered. But more important, she feels horny. She sits up and watches the tree for a few seconds before she pushes to her feet and marches toward the trunk entrance. "Yonic, huh?" she mutters, hesitating momentarily before she gets on her hands and knees and peers inside.

"Hey. You wanna come out? I promise not to hurt you." She waits. No eyes appear, no growl. She sighs. "I think we could have some fun. This is my dream, you see? So just like nothing bad can happen to me here, nothing bad can happen to you. You're something I invented. Apparently because I'm unstoppably horny. My name is Y/N."

The yellow eyes appear so quickly she falls back onto her butt with her nightgown bunching her hips. "Hi," she whispers. "Do you want to come out?" The eyes blink. "Do you want...me to come in?" They blink twice. "Do you...are you an animal, fully?" It blinks once. Y/N's mouth drops open. Is it communicating? "Are you a person?" The eyes hesitate, then blink twice, slowly. "So you're...kind of a person?" Two blinks. Y/N chuckles. Good enough. "Do you want to be touched?" she asks. Two quick blinks. It doesn't want to leave the tree, but it seemed okay with her going inside. "Can I come in?" she asks, just to be sure.

Consent is important, even with figments of her imagination, she decides. The creature blinks twice. Y/N twists to crawl forward on her hands and knees, not hesitating to enter the hole headfirst. Inside is darker, obviously. She can see the forest outside, but it's more like a TV screen. It stops feeling real the moment she enters the...tunnel? Cave? Den? The floor is soft dirt. It's a pretty spacious hole, but not big enough for her to stand. It seems like it goes on further than she can see. It's not pitch black like it looked outside, but dim. Bright enough to make out the creature in front of her. It's not quite a dog, but definitely doggish. It's got four legs, its body is furry, and it's...huge. The biggest dog Y/N's ever seen was her old neighbor's mastiff, and this one is easily twice the size he was. It sits politely, several feet away from her, watching her shyly.

There's a remarkably human expression on its face. Its eyes no longer glow yellow. They're soft and dark. The fur on its back is light brown with dark golden spots. Wide ears pivot gently, as if waiting for her to speak. "Are you a hyena?" she asks, suddenly struck with recognition. It blinks twice. "But kind of human, too?" Two blinks. "Were you...turned into a hyena?" One blink. "Are you your own hybrid creature?" Two blinks. Y/N gasps. Like a werewolf? The hyena lifts one paw and spreads its toes. She gasps again. Fingers? They're easily two inches long, not as furry as the rest of its paw. She slowly crawls forward and holds her hand out. The creature drops its paw into her hand, and she gently examines it. It almost looks like a hairy human hand. She remembers the way its mouth felt and looks up to examine that as well. She brings her fingers to its lips, and it pulls its head back. It doesn't know what she wants.

"I want to..." See how human your mouth is, because you were sucking my fingers like a maniac the other night? Y/N sighs and takes its paw to her mouth, sucking in two fingers. The hyena's eyes widen. She pulls them back out and lifts her hand to the hyena's mouth again. It opens its mouth. Sure enough, its lips are more human than animal. Its tongue is huge, but again, pretty human. The teeth are sharp, but arranged the way a person's might be, as opposed to the spaced-out teeth of a dog. Well then. "Do you know why you're here?" she asks. The hyena blinks once. "I think you're a manifestation of...something. And I have it on good authority that I'm supposed to fuck you." That's not exactly what MJ said, but again, this is her dream. She can do what she wants. The hyena blinks twice. "Do you want that?" Two blinks, quicker. Then it's on all fours.

Y/N yelps, falling onto her rump. The hyena stalks over until it stands on top of her, then settles onto its elbows. Her legs are spread, and it's pressed against her body. This is a dream, so she can admit it to herself: her pussy is throbbing uncontrollably. "Wait," she says, panting even though nothing has happened yet. "What can I call you?" She doesn't want to call the creature Hyena or something. That would be weird. The hyena glances around the little cave, then its eyes settle on the entrance. Y/N follows its eyes. "Forest?" she suggests. It grunts and blinks twice. Her stomach flutters at the sound it just made in its throat. It was hot. "Okay, Forest," she whispers, reaching a hesitant hand to brush her fingers through the fur on Forest's chest. It's soft, and warm, and she curls both hands and grips it firmly. Forest grunts again, settling heavier on top of her.

She's not sure if she should...kiss him? Him? Is this a man or a woman? Y/N decides to find out. She grips the fur again, pulling Forest's head toward hers, and kisses them. It's a lot like kissing a person. Lips and tongue and teeth that are a little sharper than she's used to, but that's more exciting than a turn-off. She rocks her hips up to meet Forest's, thrilled with the little sounds they make in their throat. She has to reach her arms to their length to wrap her hands around its head, but it's warm and fuzzy and delightful. The memory of Nat's bare abdomen separated from her by underwear makes her try to will the underwear off of herself. But it doesn't work. Stupid dream. She reaches down to pull them off with her hands, trying not to disrupt the kiss. But Forest pulls back as soon as she wriggles out of them. The loss of warmth all over her body as Forest sits back on their haunches makes her pout.

Did she do something wrong? But Forest isn't looking at her face. They stare at her now-bare crotch. "Is something wrong?" she asks, growing aware that their time together is running out. A barely perceptible movement happens in the corner of her eye, and she squints in the dim lighting at Forest's midsection to see what it was. From between their haunches, a long, pink member slowly grows. Him. Well, she's slept with human men who weren't nearly this interesting, so this is fine. Her heart thrums a little harder, and she gets wetter just looking at it. Dream Y/N is excited. Forest isn't scared of her. He's excited, too. She sits up on one elbow and spreads her legs wider.

"Do you like that?" she asks. She drops a hand between her legs and spreads her lips with her fingers. Forest's breathing shudders, and his penis literally throbs. Y/N dips two fingers inside of herself and swirls them, moaning loudly before bringing them to her lips and sucking. "Do you want to try?" she whispers. Forest finally looks her in the eye again. And he blinks twice. At least it's her alarm that wakes her this time, not Peggy giving her a lecture about being audibly horny. She huffs and slaps her alarm off, sitting up and rubbing her face.

"Goddammit," she says. It was just about to get interesting. Peggy isn't in the dorm. She thinks about grabbing her dildo, then thinks of Natasha. She lays back on her pillow pile and fingers herself the way Nat had. It's not the same, but she comes hard and moaning Nat's name.

"Waiting for someone?" Peter is swaying back and forth in his desk chair and watching her.

Y/N's eyes have been glued to the entrance. "No," she says, still not looking away from the door.

"Did you talk to MJ?" he asks.

"Yeah."

"Well?"

"They had some...interesting ideas."

"Jesus, Y/N, do I have to drag it out of you?" he says, exasperated. She finally swivels her chair to look at him.

"MJ said I needed to get laid."

"I've been saying that for months."

Y/N's eyes narrow. "Did you put them up to it?"

"No! It's just written on your face, plain as day."

"Well, I did."

"Did what?"

She lowers her voice. "Got laid."

His mouth drops open. "Okay, slut, good for you! Who was it?"

A hand on Y/N's shoulder makes her jump. She looks up to see Nat, smiling down at her. She's wearing the same jacket, but a different pair of joggers. Y/N likes that she's ready to be comfortable at all times. Nat's hair is in a tiny ponytail today, showing off the whole undercut that runs around the bottom half of her skull.

"Hey," Natasha says.

"Hi!" Y/N blurts.

"How are you?"

"I'm good." Her eyes flick to Peter. She reaches a hand to him. "I'm Natasha."

"Hi, Natasha," Peter says in a singsong voice with a pointed look at Y/N. She wrinkles her nose at him.

"You can call me Pete. So how do you know Y/N?"

"We ran into each other in the quad yesterday," Natasha says smoothly. "This one was walking by herself, despite the very firm messaging from our faculty."

Peter gives a mock gasp and tuts his tongue at Y/N. "Truly, Y/N. Good thing this strong, handsome lady was there to help."

Is Nat...blushing? Oh, my GOD! She's so cute.

"It's nothing," Nat mutters, then she quickly glances behind her and quirks a finger. The girl she normally sits with sidles up beside her. "This is my sister, Yelena."

"Hi, Yelena," Y/N and Peter chorus, Pete's voice pitching a little higher. Yelena nods but doesn't speak. She's cute, and the family resemblance is strong. It's more of a vibe than how she looks, but she seems like the younger sibling. She leaves to take her seat in the back without a word.

"She's kind of shy," Nat offers.

"But anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go out today? Maybe grab some food, or...?"

"Sure!" Y/N says too quickly. "I mean, yeah, sounds fun."

Something seems to occur to Nat, and she quickly addresses Peter. "You're welcome to join, if you'd like."

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," he says. "But thanks for the invite."

Professor Potts walks in, yawning loudly. "What's up, degenerates?" she calls.

Nat smiles at Peter, giving a slight squeeze to Y/N's shoulder, then retreats to her chair next to Yelena. Peter whistles low. "Go ahead, girl."

"Shut up," Y/N mutters, but the fluttering in her chest doesn't go away. She feels Nat's eyes on her the whole class.

#g!p natasha #lesbian #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #were hyena!natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader smut

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thebonejunky · 9 months

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im redesigning the Yellowjackets(90s versions) so i thought i would share some of my brainstorm ideas for new designs

note: look at the reblogs for full thread because i will be adding on as i post each character

im going to draw one(out of seven) character every day. i really love all the actors and outfits in the show, but i want to take them a step further to make them more interesting and stylize them into drawn characters. i also think more symbolism could be implemented into their appearances. my notes below are just random little things i want to add, or some more complicated characterization. i would also very much like to read anyone elses ideas!

Shaunas eyebags heavier

Misty wears redcross patch on her jacket and has bandages wrapped around her sleeves and pant legs

Misty wears the most Yellowjacket gear out of anyone because she desperately wants to feel apart of the team(overcompensation).

Jackie wears a lot of jock-like clothing(bomber jacket, jersey, cleats, etc) but does not have the body type or body movement of a jock, like she's overcompensating for her lack of athletic ability compared to everyone else.

Van's scars are much bigger and more jagged. they werent able to sew up the hole in her cheek and her teeth are visible through the hole, and her left eye is permanently discolored(red sclera, yellow iris) and vision has been lost there. she is not a werewolf, but has stylistic traits reminiscent of one, like sharp teeth and nails. represents the ways in which she has been forced to become more feral and animal-like in order to survive.

Van and Tai's cult masks parallel each other and are recreated versions of their doomcoming masks. while their doomcoming masks represent love and new beginnings, their cult masks represent codependancy and death.

Luara Lee wears entirely white throughout her entire time in the wilderness to represent her innocent and "purity". there are moments where her clothes becomed stained(some times with blood) but she always removes the stains with great care(inspired by Fear Street 1978 when Cindy removes red moss stains from her white polo- the white polo representing her heteronormativity, and the red moss representing lesbian desire). she dies without losing this innocence. this symbolism also reinforces the idea that cannibalism represents girlhood and love between girls(blood is a symptom of femininity. to eat is to give into desire).

Tai becomes more contridictory of herself in her appearence as time goes on and her sleepwalking-self becomes more prominent. clothes with contridictory colors/patterns, Gemini themes.

give van even more butch energy

Lottie wears clothes and accessories that are more witch-like and reminscent of nature. fur jacket, bones and antlers, leaves used to tie clothing together.

make Nat more punk. piercings, band patches on her leather jacket. not design related but i think it would be cool if she played an instrument, like practiced guitar on the down low when shes not playing soccer.

#yellowjackets #character design #boney ideas

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stuckysbike · 1 year

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Howl 4

Werewolf!Bucky x Werewolf!Reader

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (for now).

Warnings: werewolf Bucky, werewolf Steve, werewolf Nat, dark themes. Mature, 18+. Exes to lovers (hopefully), violence.

“He thinks if we’re a family he’ll get power, he wants me to be his mate, so I can be bait,” you suggested eventually.

The truck had stopped out of sight of Rumlow’s place. Part of you wondered if this was a trap, it felt too easy but you also knew Rumlow wasn’t prone to thinking things through, hence his obsession with the idea that acting as Jamie’s father would melt him an alpha.

When no one protested your chest felt hollow. Bucky was driving now and Steve was beside you but they didn’t look your way, probably relieved you suggested it. Once upon a time you had friends and family and now, because of one stupid mistake, because you believed one lie, you had nothing but Jamie.

And you were about to lose him too.

Bucky would never let the boy go, not now, and Steve would do whatever Bucky asked. You would be around sure, but on the edge of the pack. You hadn’t been cunning enough or brave enough to fight back in your teenage years. You ran away and that was unforgivable.

Some wolf you were. Your ancestors would be ashamed of you. You hung your head in shame, sending a prayer to them begging their forgiveness.

“We can mask our scents,” Steve said as Bucky pulled over.

“He’s a beta so he’ll take longer to notice you,” your hands shook. You were terrified, but your priority was Jamie.

As you got to the door, you balked, but you pushed on. A tear slipped out but you brushed it away, reaching for the door knocker. You noticed your poor cuticles were ragged, and your hands looked worn with bitten nails. You probably didn’t smell that good either but you didn’t think Rumlow would care.

“I knew you’d come around eventually pretty,” Rumlow opened the door his greedy eyes sweeping over you. “Boys in his room. Upstairs.”

You nodded and started to head for the stairs but he caught your hair and yanked you back. You yelled out in pain and shock. He spoke, his coffee stained breath wafting over your face.

“Not so fast, I’ll be claiming you first,” he shoved you towards the back of the house and down a flight of stairs. “Soundproofed. So we don’t traumatise the boy.”

You pushed him away with all your strength and turned to face him. Rumlow smirked as he came closer, pressing his face almost against yours. “Boo!”

“I won’t run for you,” you said. You had a few scraps of dignity and you refused to let go of them.

“You will,” he shoved you back twisting you to face away from him.

“I’d rather wither and die,” you snarled over your shoulder. His hand curled around your neck and he shoved you forward until you hung over his work bench.

“Bitch,” he snarled as he cupped your throat.

There was a boom and a crash upstairs and Rumlow pulled you up.

“What have you done?” He yelled in your face, spit flying everywhere.

“Don’t move,” a strong voice commanded. An alpha. It was Steve coming down the stairs. He had a gun in his hand and his eyes were on both of you.

“Whore,” Rumlow hissed at you.

“Let her go and we’ll leave her here for you,” Steve said. Someone followed him into the room. It was Bucky.

“We just want the boy and we’ll go,” Bucky added. He was carrying a gun himself, and it was trained on both of you.

Your eyes widened for a fraction. They were going to leave you here, they were willing to leave you to his mercy. You trusted them to save you not leave you to a monster.

“The boy is mine,” Rumlow said. You felt his claws dig into your throat. “I’ll kill her if you come any closer.”

“Go ahead, barely remember her anyway, mediocre one night stand,” Bucky took another step closer. “My advice is not to waste your time Pal.”

You cried out as his hand tightened and blood trickled down your throat. He was calling Bucky’s bluff. You were going to die.

“Tell Jamie I love him,” you whispered.

“Got him!” A female voice yelled from upstairs. It was Natasha.

Rumlow yelled and went to launch for Bucky but Bucky knocked him to the side easily, then twisted him onto the floor, grasping a handful of his hair and snarling quietly in his ear. You swore you heard the words “my girl” but there was so much going on that it must have been misheard.

“Buck,” Steve warned. Bucky snarled again and shook Rumlow’s hair then pushed his face onto the floor.

Bucky stood and shook his shoulders, dark angry eyes flirting around the room. You gasped at the darkness in his look, swallowing your anxiety down when his eyes locked with yours. A moment later two of the pack were hurrying forward and restraining Rumlow as he struggled.

“You okay?” Bucky asked softly as he took your hand.

You wobbled, wavering on the spot and then you were in his arms, Bucky catching you as your knees buckled. “Hey, hey, easy,” he whispered as he stroked your back.

There was a commotion upstairs and a yelp and suddenly Jamie was wrapped around your legs, an adorable growl emanating from his chest.

“Hey Baby,” you said as he looked up at Bucky, his blue eyes narrowing. You stroked his hair glad to see he at least looked okay. He pressed his head into your hand.

“She’s my mama,” he said possessively. He puffed his little chest out ready to fight for you and tears welled in your eyes.

Bucky nodded. “You’re right. She is,” Bucky agreed as he lowered himself to Jamie’s height.

“You’re my dad,” Jamie said with narrowed eyes.

“How did you know that?” Bucky asked his voice awed. He was dying to reach out, to touch but he didn’t want to spook Jamie. His hand was still on your leg though keeping you as a light barrier between them.

“Mama talks about you all the time,” Jamie said.

“Let’s do a deal kid, let me help you with your mama and then you and I can talk about whatever you want?”

Jamie narrowed his eyes again assessing Bucky carefully, then held his hand out for Bucky to shake. Bucky took his hand and then Jamie surprised everyone by hugging Bucky.

You drifted into a daze as Jamie took your hand and pulled you forward. “Let’s get away from the bad man,” he glared Rumlow’s way and stuck his tongue out as he led you up the stairs, Bucky and the pack in tow.

—————

Jamie sat between you and Bucky in the backseat. You listened as Jamie interrogated his father, his curiosity shining through.

Bucky and Natasha had softened but Steve still glared at you via the rear view mirror from time to time. You tried to avoid his eyes but you still felt his anger.

Bucky asked you to stay with him and when you got to his home Winnifred and Rebecca were there already making up the spare rooms eager to meet Jamie.

And Jamie, he was thrilled. He’d missed having a family and you stood back and watched your boy bond with them. Both Barnes women pointedly ignored you so it was easy to slip away to the kitchen.

Your hands shook as you sipped on a glass of water.

“You okay?” Bucky asked.

You nodded. “I’m just really tired,” you admitted.

It was true, you were emotionally, physically and mentally exhausted. Your last few years had been hell as you tried to protect Jamie from threats and now that you were here you felt like you might fall apart, but you were at Bucky’s mercy.

“Look, why don’t you go lie down,” Bucky suggested. You shook your head.

“I can’t. Jamie needs me,” you said.

Bucky didn’t argue but he rubbed your back. “Then go take a hot shower and change into something comfortable. I’ll be here with Jamie. I won’t let anything happen to him.” When you hesitated he tilted his head to the side. “He’ll be here when you get out.”

You nodded and headed off to the room made up for you grateful for a private space to relax in.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #violence #insecure reader #werewolf!bucky barnes #werewolf reader

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27dragons · 8 months

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I was tagged by the amazing @rebelmeg

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, most kudos, most comments, most bookmarks, most words, and least words.

Ooh, fun! Okay. A lot of these are going to overlap, I suspect, so I'll pull the first fic on each list that hasn't already been shared. Also, since most of my most popular fics were co-written with tisfan, I'll do two fics for each category, one for solo and one for co-written.

Most Hits

Solo: Smaller Without You - Marvel, Steve/Tony, rated T (Soulmate AU)

Co-written: Winter is Coming - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (canon divergent, first in a series)

Most Kudos

Solo: (skipping SWY) The Roommate Situation - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (no-powers AU, Found Family)

Co-written: Safe and (the) Sound - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (no-powers AU, Found Family, first in a series)

Most Comments

Solo: From Winter's Cold - Marvel, Bucky/Steve/Tony, rated E (canon divergent)

Co-written: (skipping SatS and WIC) Forever Home - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (No-powers, Werewolf!Bucky AU, first in a series)

Most Bookmarks

Solo: (skipping SWY and TRS) Murderers and Thieves - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (canon divergent, first in a series)

Co-written: (skipping WIC, SatS, and FH) Lightning in a Bottle - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (fantasy, dragon!Tony AU)

Most Words

Solo: (skipping FWC, M&T, several collections of shorts written for bingos or imaginetonyandbucky, and a LOT of co-written stuff) His Second Suitor - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (A/B/O, no-powers AU)

Co-written: (skipping WIC) Bucky Barnes Got Married - Marvel, Bucky/Tony, rated E (no-powers AU, time travel shenanigans)

Fewest Words (skipping drabbles, because there's a bunch of those)

Solo: Crushed - Marvel, Bucky/Steve, rated T (canon divergence, also the first thing I ever posted on AO3)

Co-written: Taste of Regret - Marvel, Clint & Nat, rated T (canon divergence, probably?)

Hm, whomst shall I tag? Let's go with the most recent authors in my AO3 History whose tumblr IDs I know: @delta-pavonis , @holistic-alcoholic , @limerental , @iam93percentstardust , @moorishflower, @softest-punk, and @dsudis

#tumblr games #pique queue

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marveltrumpshate · 2 months

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February 2024 MTH fills

The best way to see all the fills that have been shared with us is our monthly roundups tag or our #MTH-fills channel on our Discord, but you can also view them through the following methods:

Our Tumblr tags: 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023

Our AO3 collection (only has works posted to AO3; see "subcollections" for specific auction years)

Completed works tag list

To find specific content, use our completed works tag lists above which includes instructions on how to search for a particular character, gen or romantic relationship, universe, and fanwork type.

SOLO CHARACTERS

Steve Rogers

@bulkyphrase - Customized resin dice the color of Steve's eyes for @fohatic

Tony Stark

@bulkyphrase - Customized resin dice the color of the arc reactor for fohatic

GEN/PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanov

MedeaV/@medeafive - "The Red and the White" (MCU Bucky & Nat fic where they get to know each other through talking and not talking) for puzzlebean

SHIPS

Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton

@flowerparrish - "dirty paws and creatures of snow" (Bucky/Clint werewolf MCU AU fic) for @bittercape (MTH 2021)

@oper1895 - "Keeping Good" (MCU Bucky/Clint bondage fic featuring hoods set in the "Staying Good" D/S fic universe) for shieldmaiden

Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov

MedeaV/@medeafive - "Trigger" (MCU Bucky/Nat hurt/comfort fic) for @drivingyelenabelova - "Trigger 2" (MCU Bucky/Nat undercover couple fic) for drivingyelenabelova

Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

@cobrafantasies - "Brewing up a Date" (Sam/Bucky AU fic where witch Bucky meets spell shop owner and potion brewer Sam) for SnapDragonAndDungeons

Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers

@burntheedges - Football and Russian literature betaing for "History of American Capitalism," a Steve/Bucky college AU fic by @zenaidamacrouras1

Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

swtalmnd/@amysnotdeadyet - "Shift" (cyberpunkish Bucky/Steve/Tony fic with Tony living off the grid as The Mechanic, underground car modder and general genius) for @saganarojanaolt and newtypeshadow (MTH 2022)

Eddie Brock/Venom

@honeybyte - Art of Eddie sitting with a mug in his hands and Venom wrapped around his shoulders for @haileythesato - Art of Eddie curled up on the couch, looking at his phone, while sleepy Venom is snuggling him for @bakageta

Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier

V Tsuion - "Dreams of Futures Past" (X-Men movieverse Charles/Erik dreamsharing fic) for @redgauntletblueshield (MTH 2022)

Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow

@massivespacewren - Watercolor illustration of knight Jack Rollins kneeling and kissing king Brock Rumlow's hand for @kalika999

Riley/Sam Wilson

@between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place/emilywithoutY - "feel your heart take root in your body" (civilian Sam/veteran Riley meet-cute AU fic) for @kalika999 (MTH 2022)

Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

UisceOneLove/@wolfnprey - "Don't Need Another Perfect Lie" (MCU canon-divergent Steve/Tony AU fic featuring Hydra!Cap Steve) for @bthehufflepuff208 (MTH 2021)

#monthly roundup #february 2024 #mth 2021 #mth 2022 #mth 2023

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nat-seal-well · 9 months

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I’m in bed now because tomorrow I go in at 3 in the morning and I’m tired. But because I’m in bed, it means I can finally talk about an AU that won’t leave me alone :D

(And yeah, I know I already have 2 I’m working on. Tbh I don’t know if I’ll ever actually do anything with this third one, but it’s fun to think about and rotate around in my head like a Costco rotisserie chicken.)

I watched a movie the other day that was frankly, disappointing, but one of the few things I liked about it was that the love interest-person made dresses. He was a dick and his wife deserved way better (even though she poisoned him to put him in his place and I said “fuck yeah, do it again”), but I thought the whole dress-making thing was really cool. And then, because my mind works the way it does and it always likes to play with AUs, I said, “Hm, what if?”

This is also partially fueled by a very beloved book of mine. Some of my favorite parts in it are when the main character and her sisters are getting ready for a ball and getting sized and fitted for fancy dresses. Idk something about it just really appealed to me. Maybe I like pretty things too much. (To be completely honest, I know I do. It’s why I keep buying jewelry when I don’t actually like to wear any most of the time.)

I don’t have a clear plot for this AU like I do for the other two. Really it’s just a couple of scenes that are vaguely connected. Here’s what I’m thinking:

It would be set in, like, the 18th century or something bc let’s be honest everyone likes that.

Dressmaker!Marin who spends their days lost in their work in some tiny, little local shop that doesn’t get much recognition despite having a handful of very loyal customers.

They’re doing their usual thing when someone walks in and makes the bell above the door ring. This is a surprise, because they aren’t expecting anyone today. They don’t have any fitting appointments and while walk-ins are welcome, the shop doesn’t really get any.

So they put their work aside and make their way up to the front of the shop to greet whoever it is. And, of course, who else could it be but a certain very tall, and very pretty Nat?

(With a disgruntled Ava in tow. She does not want to be there.)

They make their introductions. Nat does most of the speaking, and talks about how she and her very dear friend aren’t from here—they’re visiting on prolonged business, she says. (Agency business, but Marin doesn’t know that.) It was very sudden and neither of them had time to pack properly, and she knows this is very short timing, but they’re going to be in town for a while, and would Marin possibly be kind and generous enough spend part of their day having them measured so they can place a few orders?

Ava says under her breath, “I don’t need new clothes.” To which Nat replies, too quietly for Marin to hear, “Your last dress is currently covered in werewolf blood. It’s either a new wardrobe, or you walk around for everyone to see in your shift.”

(Ava does not want to do that. She reluctantly agrees.)

Marin, of course, is more than willing to help. Partially because they’re eager for new customers, and partially because they find Nat very attractive and when they say yes, she smiles at them and it makes their heart jump. And their face feel warm. How strange.

Naturally, they move on to the actual measuring. Ava intimidates them and it goes smoothly, if more quiet than a usual appointment. They discovered quickly that she isn’t one for small talk. When it’s over and done with, it’s almost a relief.

With Nat, it’s a very different story. Nat makes conversation and is very insightful. She has a nice, soft laugh and makes them feel at ease, and has plenty of compliments to offer after seeing the dresses in display in the shop window. It’s safe to say that Marin is a very flustered mess, even though they’re enjoying her company. A lot.

There’s one moment where she has to get close with the measuring tape. Marin doesn’t notice at first until they realize they can smell the perfume she’s wearing, and then they look up—and wow, she is very tall, Marin has to tilt their head back to look her in the eye, and when did she get so close? They feel jumpy and take a step back, and try to play it off. If Nat almost trips over one of her sentences for some strange reason, Marin doesn’t notice.

Ava notices, though. Because of course she does.

The rest of the afternoon goes relatively smooth, even if Marin does make it a point to avoid making eye contact in order to keep their cool. Ava says she doesn’t care about the details of her garments, as long as they leave plenty of space for her to move around in like she needs. Nat isn’t picky either, though she does have a few things in mind. Marin says that they think she would look good in green.

They thank her, they pay for Marin for their time, and leave. And that’s that. That should be that.

Naturally, it isn’t. Not when Nat walks through the door again a few days later, but not to talk business. Instead, she says, it’s just… to see them. Just because she was “in the area” and thought she’d drop by. (Spoilers: she’s lying.)

One thing leads to another. Nat comes by more and more frequently, and Marin can’t help it when they wind up falling. Hard.

I just have this image in mind of them having quiet, private conversations in an empty shop as Marin works on sewing and beading and measuring fabric, while Nat sits on the other side of the work table and sips on cups of tea. It is soft and intimate and Marin finds they look forward to coming in more and more every day.

Naturally, when their work is done, there would be a scene where Marin is helping Nat into one of the dresses they made for her. Maybe they’re standing back to see it on her in its entirely, looking over their work to search for what can be improved, but oh no—the only thing they can actually focus on is now good Nat looks.

There’s a pause as Marin stands there and tries to get it together to think of something to say. They fail miserably. But why is Nat staring at them like that?

They clear their throat and open their mouth to offer an alteration they could make—a remark about it being just a little too long, or the sleeves extending just a bit too far, or something for them to fix so that Nat can keep visiting for just a little bit longer—but they never get to finish their thought. Because that’s when Nat takes a step forward and places her gloved hands very gently on either side of Marin’s face, and leans down to pull them into a kiss.

(It occurs to Marin later that she never actually looked herself over in the mirror once. Nat was too busy watching them.)

#sealy rambles #this has been in my head for days #will I do something with it?#probably not #but it’s fun to think about :)

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yapsterpup · 11 months

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Intro!

Heyo! Welcome! You can call me Milo/Nat and us Graves/Pup! I’m the co-host of a mixed origin OSDID system known as the Hyena system! This is my selfship blog(but it will def find other uses lol)! I use he/pup/🐾/growl/bark/moon pronouns! I ask you to please refer to me(species-wise) as a dog or werewolf! I also use paw-based turns of phrase such as pawful(handful) or on one paw(on one hand)! My main F/O is The Condesce from Homestuck! She’s my wife and she means a lot to me but I’m willing to share.

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Main F/Os

Rom

The Condesce[Condy, She/Crown/ψ, wife] MAIN(#royalfuchsia){Homestuck}

Finnick Odair[Finnie, He/Sea, Husband] SECONDARY(#seamandemon){The Hunger Games}

Lisa Swallows[Lili/Bunny, She/Axe, girlfriend]SECONDARY(#meandmyaxe){Lisa Frankenstein}

Jackie Taylor[Jax/Princess, She/They, little girl/wife] SECONDARY(#softpoppies){Yellowjackets}

Scream5!Dewey Riley[Dad/Dew, He/him, Husband/Caregiver](#officerrain){Scream}SECONDARY

Fam

Eugene Ottinger[Otter, He/They/Bee, little bro]{Wednesday}

Rue Bennett[Ruru, He/They, sibling]{Euphoria}

Plat

Enid Sinclair[Pup, She/They]{Wednesday}

Pearl[Pearlie, She/her, QPR]{Pearl}(#prettyasapearl)SECONDARY

Lexi Howard[Lex, She/They, QPR]{Euphoria}

Multi

Billy Hargrove[BB, He/They, older bro/boyfriend]{Stranger Things}

Glen & Glenda Tilly[GG, They/She/He, kissmates/niblings]{Chucky}(#loversincrime)SECONDARY

Esther/Leena[Essa/Lee, It/She, little girl/partner in crime]{Orphan}

Enemies

Cat Addams[Kitty, They/Them, enemy w/ sexual tension]{Criminal Minds}

Complete List

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Fandoms

Mains are Bold

NCIS, Wednesday, Homestuck, Euphoria, TOH, Titans, Scream,TLOU(TV), X trilogy, Danganronpa, Criminal Minds, Stranger Things, Chucky/Child’s Play, MLP, MLP: EG, Scooby Doo, Pokemon, Yellowjackets, ASTV/ITSV, Life Is Strange

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