now some oc writers are using the “x reader” tag and giving the excuse that “it’s just a different perspective.” it doesn’t matter if you use that tag IF YOU’RE NOT INCLUDING THE READER! YOU have your own tag, leave us alone.
the “x reader” tag exists so that readers of any background, appearance, or identity can immerse themselves in a story and feel included as the main character.
when you write a story centered around your own original character, with a defined name, personality, and often a specific appearance, you’re no longer inviting the reader to step into that role, you’re writing about your character, not the reader. that’s completely fine! writing oc content is valid and has its own space.
but misusing the “x reader” tag to gain visibility or clicks is misleading. it sets the wrong expectations and excludes readers who were looking for stories where they could truly see themselves in the narrative. if your story focuses on your oc, label it honestly.
use the “oc x canon” tag or “original character” there’s no shame in that. but please stop co-opting a space that’s meant to be inclusive and flexible for all readers, especially those who are often underrepresented in fiction. the “x reader” tag is not a blank slate for oc projection.
it’s meant to include everyone, not just your creative vision.
respect your audience. tag responsibly.
NOTE: writing in another point of view like “SHE/HE went to the market” instead of “YOU went to the market” does not count as “x reader.”
(not 100% but most of the time) don’t try to be clever or sneaky about it.
NOTE 2: by the way, regarding the second image, it’s great to see more asian, black, and mixed oc’s! but even so, that still doesn’t make it a reader insert, let alone fit the tag. the reader needs to be the main character.
it’s becoming impossible to read anything that’s actually reader insert in the asoiaf fandom because almost every post is just ocs.
like seriously, what’s the point of the reader insert tag if the reader isn’t even inserted? a tag meant for readers where readers aren’t included, give me a break. and on ao3 it’s getting even worse.
these oc writers seriously need to get some shame, my god.
you have HUNDREDS of tags to use, and you choose the one that’s meant to insert and include as many readers as possible so they can feel represented.
THIS!! This is just a rant, so if ya don't like it, just keep scrolling.
It's so frustrating. I was literally just going through the Jace tags, and everything was Targ (twin) sister, and it made me want to vomit on top of them being like "you have white hair btw."
Luckily, I've had Platinum hair, so I know what I'd look like, but that was FIVE years ago.
And it's even worse when they are like "oh, btw, you're a targeryen :)"... specifically the direct sister/brother/uncle/aunt/niece/nephew, of the character. Like bro, this is another case of "Y/n does something that I would NEVER do even in a fictional universe." It makes me ill.
Or.
"Yeah, you're a Baratheon, so you have dark hair and "fair skin"........ so you've made me white? I'm not white, my guy.
OR!
"It's just an unnamed OC," and EVERY tag attached to the post is X FUCKING READER.
Try looking for something for a male reader or male oc. You'll get depressed. Or at least gender-neutral reader. It's annoying that even stories labeled GNreader have "vaginal sex" specifically mentioned. Seriously? It's POSSIBLE to describe intercourse without providing biological details. It's not difficult. Or another hack for writing vaginal sex stories, FTM reader. (Yes, there are trans people in the fandom, but that's completely not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about using it as a ploy to write about male readers, but still about sex as vaginal.). Since we're talking about trans people: literally 0.01% is labeled MTF – I've only personally seen a few such stories.
Reader is always a wife, a princess, a lady-in-waiting, a woman. By implication, a woman. This is a problem for many fandoms. It's like everyone writes assuming the reader is a woman and/or has a vagina. Well, surprise, no.
It's really exhausting trying to read some x MALE reader fics in certain fandoms then get bombarded with x FEM reader fics. I'll read like 5 beautiful written fics and then the next will be "character x Wife!reader". Its so tiring and annoying. And then when I see others rant about it they are told in the comments to "block and move on" "don't like don't read" but why? WHY should I have to block people who can't tag their stuff right and invade spaces they know it's not okay to be in? (I'm not hunting down fem reader writers. I'm asking you to please just..)
TAG YOUR SHIT RIGHT.
^ How some fem reader writers act when they are told to tag their fem stuff correctly and not give people gender dysphoria
Pairing: Aang x Top/Seme Male Reader x Sokka x Zuko
Summary: It's been years since you've seen any of the gaang, and the three male members have just been dying to get their hands on you.
Featuring: Oral/anal sex, straddling, biting, blood, hand job, cowgirl, no-prep, exhibitionism, infidelity, jealousy/possessiveness, blow job, creampie, prostate massaging, making out, temperature play, glowing body parts, minimal Sokka x Zuko at the end, and cum play.
WC: 4.7k
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The flicker that came from the flames presented in front of you did nothing short of create a beautiful scene. Their romantic glow caused an inconsistent cascade of light and shadow to mix in the cave you and the rest of the crew were in.
Of course, the master behind those flames was even more impressive himself. It had been a while since you had seen Zuko in person—hell, since you had seen any of the members from your teenage group. After everyone had decided to go their own way, there was never much time for you all to have a mutual meetup, as everybody was busy pursuing their own life.
Maybe it was a calling from a spirit that Aang needed all your guys' help on this mission. You did miss the dynamic and energy that came from being surrounded by the people closest to you; heaven knows you craved to be going back and forth with the guys or teasing the girls about something random.
In the midst of your zoning out, you suddenly heard an abrupt yet clear cough that came from your right.
"Hey, Y/n, you okay?" probed the same voice that previously cleared its throat, seeming to add a slight playfulness to its tone as if to not discomfort you. "You've been burning holes into Zuko’s torso for a good minute now."
Blinking your eyes a few times, you zoned back in to realize that your pupils had been laser focused on the fire lord's chest. Immediately ripping your eyes away from his body, you looked at the floor instead, deciphering whether it would be better to explain yourself to who you now realized was Sokka on your right or apologize to Zuko for the unintentional staring contest with his pecs.
You ultimately decided to do both while keeping your gaze on the ground, assuming that would save you the most humiliation from the expressions plastered on your comrades’ faces.
"My bad, I guess I was too in my head and didn't realize where I was looking," you mumbled timidly, like a kid who was forced to say sorry by their guardian. On your right you heard Toph let out a cheeky snicker while Katara started to tease.
"What's so enthralling about Zuko’s chest that had you zoning out over it, huh?" the waterbender taunted, wrapping a lazy arm around Aang’s shoulders. She put a portion of her weight on him while eyeing you, her grin stretching across her face at the realization she struck gold in something to mess with you about when you covered your face with shame, groaning in response.
"It was nothing. I'm telling you, I got busy thinking and didn't pay attention to where my eyes were," you stated disgruntledly, trying to be as casual about the conversation topic as possible in hopes that it would make it die out faster.
"Yeah, right," Toph mocked, now starting to join in on the ridiculing that should've ended 30 seconds ago, "I bet you were doing it on purpose and are just making the zoning out thing up to not get caught."
The metalbender got more comfortable in her sideways position on the floor before looking in your direction. For a blind woman, she sure did have a talent for knowing where to look to make eye contact.
"You can admit Zuko is pretty handsome," she kept on going, manipulating a small rock to head in the firebender’s direction and circle his upper body. You dragged your eyes over to look at him, wondering if he was hating the situation as much as you, only to be met with a rather flustered expression.
Although he wasn't saying anything or interacting with the discourse, Zuko was visibly red in the face. His shoulders were nearly steaming from how hot he was.
'He's probably just surprised at the direction the conversation went in,' you reasoned, not questioning his reaction much. 'It's nothing.'
Thinking about reactions, it had just dawned on you that neither of the other males in the room had said a single word since you apologized. Looking over at Sokka and Aang, you noticed that they seemed rather...tame with the whole theatrical.
They didn't seem overjoyed at the opportunity to dogpile on you about something silly like they usually would. Instead, their faces reflected that of hidden discontent.
Sokka was wearing a smile like usual, but the ends of his mouth shifted from time to time as if he were forcing himself to do it for appearances. Aang was barely reciprocating Katara’s physical affection, spiritlessly wrapping his arm around her waist while mundanely looking around the room.
Their reactions were inherently odd compared to how you last remembered them acting. However, again, it has been several years since everyone's gotten together like this. Perhaps they've just grown up and changed.
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Nighttime had officially fallen, and everyone had mutually decided it was time to rest. After a bit of rearranging had been done to better set up for sleeping, the crew had started to pull out their own bed linens and do whatever else was needed before lying down.
You had found yourself taking the space between Zuko and Sokka, dropping your blanket and slowly following it onto the ground as well. Sluggishly mumbling a goodnight to the rest of the group, you closed your eyes and instantly began dwindling into a limbo between wakefulness and sleep, your exhaustion overtaking you.
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Gradually evening out your breathing, you tried focusing on the black behind your eyelids and disconnecting from the rest of your surroundings. In the process of doing so, though, you heard a shuffling coming from in front of you.
‘Someone's just probably changing positions,’ you thought to yourself. ‘It's not like sleeping on a cave floor is the most ideal resting location.’
Just when you were about to return to your previous activity of zoning into nothingness, you heard something again, but this time it was coming near you. Someone was up, but that shouldn't bother you. There isn't any danger from anyone in the team. You're safe, and as far as you know nobody from the outside is coming in.
Still, you opened your eyes just to peek at who exactly it was and what they were doing at this hour of the night. You did not expect, however, to be met with Zuko hovering over you, his stature unwavering even as he came to realize you were, in fact, awake.
"Uhm, hey there, Zuko," you started, a slight concern present in your voice by the odd interaction. "Everything alright?" The buffer man did nothing but gaze down at you for a few more seconds.
It was when you were about to go in again with another question that he finally acted, kneeling down to meet you at face level and inching towards yours. Somewhat appalled by the action, you attempted to lean back and put some space between the two of you, but just as you were starting to, another hand made contact with your neck, halting your movement.
Slightly jumping at the unexpected intervention, you turned around to be met with Sokka already looking back at you, his loosened hair cascading over the front of his face, giving him a rather alluring appearance.
"Why are you up?" Zuko grilled in a low voice, though it came out more like a statement with how harsh his voice sounded. While asking, he leaned forward again, but this time his body language came off more territorial than usual. Your knees bumped together as he took a hold of your forearm, seeming as if ready to drag you away from the other man.
"The same reason you are," Sokka bit back, pulling out a smile as he gave Zuko an all-knowing look. You now wore a perplexed expression, completely unaware of whatever hidden message was being spelled out behind the pair’s short sentences to one another. What exactly was Zuko here to do?
You didn't have to wait much longer for that question to be answered, though, as Sokka pulled his arm back—your hair that was held by that same hand went with it. He forced the back of your head onto his collarbone, instantly diving into an open-mouth kiss. The tactician’s tongue played inside your mouth, making room for itself without prior notice.
Your eyes widened at the intrusion, too surprised to take any immediate action. Too caught up in the obscurity of the moment to fight back or do anything but make an alarmed noise.
"You—" Zuko spat out, catching himself before going off the handle over what he was seeing in front of him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Everyone should've been asleep, and the two of you should be kissing. Yet, now that the situation has been changed, there's nothing he can do except modify his plan.
The flame king clenched his teeth, taking a breath before crawling towards you. Just because Sokka landed the first move didn't mean it was over for him. He slowly brought his hands to rest on your thighs, using them as leverage to put his weight as he neared your necks. The firebender began to leave soft kisses from your collarbone to your neck, finding home on one of your scent glands and beginning to suck. If Sokka got the first kiss, he was going to be the first to leave a mark on you.
You groaned into Sokka’s mouth at the sensation on your neck, subconsciously wrapping a hand around Zuko’s waist to keep him there. The man who was responsible for tonguing you seemed to take notice of this, a new rage filling him at the reciprocation in touch. How come Zuko got it and not him? Why were you even looking at his chest earlier? Did everything have to always be about him?
Deep in his thoughts, Sokka ripped his lips away from yours and dug into your neck instead. However, he wasn't as sweet with his markings as the fire lord. The inventor locked his canines into the skin in between your shoulder and neck, biting down without a second thought. An uncomfortable grunt came from your throat. Moving your irises down to look at the skin after feeling a trickling wet sensation on it, only to be met with your own blood flowing down and seeping into your clothes.
"W-what did you do?" you asked, a visible quiver in your voice at the fact that you already knew the answer. Sokka dragged his eyes back to your own, a small grin of satisfaction on his face. Lowering his head, he licked the open wound, not breaking eye contact with you as he lapped up the spilling red liquid. That seemed to have gotten your attention away from the other male.
While in a dazed state and still looking at the clear bite mark on your trapezius, you heard another shuffle come from across the cave. That's when reality hit you again: there were several other people in the lair that could wake up at any given moment and see the scenario unfolding.
Although you told yourself that scared you, and your stomach filled with anxiety at the thought, you somehow felt an additional mix of arousal at the idea too. That small drop of it must've been enough to cause your body to react, as you felt yourself growing.
Zuko seemed to notice it too, looking down to be met with a clear bulge sticking forward in your pants. Continuing to gaze at it, he moved one hand away from your thigh and cupped your clothed penis. A ragged breath tore through your lips at the feeling. This caused the fire lord to snap his head back up, looking at your pleased expression and uneven breathing that was mildly hitting his face.
A blush crept up his cheeks as he swallowed down the saliva that had unknowingly been building up in his mouth.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he whispered, letting himself catch a small peck from your unguarded lips before lowering his head to be between your legs. Though the contact of lips merely lasted for a second, you could feel just how high his body temperature was. Had he not been the leader of the Fire Nation, you would have become concerned at just how hot he was.
You got distracted from his steamy kiss, however, when you heard the shuffling from before again, but this time it seemed more consistent. Hearing a groan, you turned your head to be met with Aang slowly waking up. Your heart started beating even harder, a mix of feelings seeping into your skin.
The moment you were experiencing had happened so fast that you hadn't even thought to yourself what you would do if another member woke up. You hadn't exactly wanted this, so should you ask for help? Yet again, you weren't exactly fully opposed either.
Not much time to think was given, though, before the airbender rubbed any sleepiness he had left over from his eyes and scanned the view in front of him. After shifting his now wide eyes back and forth and analyzing what was going on, his pupils ultimately landed on you. Staring back at him, you said nothing, but your expression was an amalgamation of panic, anxiety, and arousal.
A beat passed without anyone saying anything, but eventually the avatar slowly rose from his bed, walking more casually than you would've expected towards the scene. Squatting down in front of you, he cupped your face and leaned into a kiss. His kiss was less intense and aggressive than Sokka’s, but just as hungry. He let himself moan into the kiss, seemingly enjoying the small yet heated act of intimacy.
"Not gonna say hello or anything before crashing the party?" probed Sokka through heavy breaths. One of his hands was down his pants and the other up his shirt, twitching his right nipple. He had become so spellbound by the bite mark he left on you that he'd been lapping and sucking on it for minutes, getting off at just how dark and noticeable he could make that singular mark of his on your skin.
Aang spared him a glance before returning his attention back to you, not completely in the mood for talking.
"It's not like there's much to say. And anyways, I obviously showed up late, so I have some catching up to do." He simply stated, closing his eyes to continue the kiss while slowly reaching to hold one of your hands.
By this point you had stopped including rationality or morals into the mix. You were so drawn in by the kiss that it hadn't even hit you that out of all three men, Aang was very much taken. The man who was necking you like he needed you in order to breathe was in a relationship with a woman who was less than 20 feet away from you.
The thought itself punched your gut with guilt, but with the way he was kissing you the negative feeling slowly transitioned into one of excitement. You eagerly kissed back, letting the airbender intertwine your guys' hands together as you made out. It wasn't your responsibility anyway to deal with the way people went about their relationships.
A sharp inhale was forced into your lungs as you felt a warm sensation overtake your cock. Slightly opening your eyes, you lowered your vision to be met with Zuko and his mouth wrapped around your shaft. You could see the tip of it poke out through his cheek as he made his best attempt at taking you all in.
Utilizing your free hand, you moved it over to be on top of his head, caressing and petting his hair in a way of showing praise for his actions. The lord peered back up at you, his half-lidded eyes making their best attempt to stay on you as he swallowed, making more space in his throat for your dick to pierce through.
"Lean back for me, baby," heaved out the strategist behind you, freeing the hand latched to his nipple and making a feeble attempt at pushing your shoulder down to put you on your back. You obliged, momentarily removing your hand from Zuko’s head—who seemed rather saddened by the missing physical contact—to balance yourself as you lay on your back, stretching your legs out to give the one between them better access.
Aang followed you down the whole way, continuing to smooch you like a lovesick puppy. It really started to make you wonder just how devoted he was to Katara with how feverishly he was about a simple kiss.
When he leaned back to catch his breath, Sokka took that as an opportunity to use your mouth for himself. Putting a hand on your chest, he used his other to peel off any clothing item that was on his lower body. Once they were discarded, he crawled closer to you, putting a leg on either side of your neck and straddling your face.
Without even needing to speak, you knew what he wanted to do and instantly cooperated, moving one hand to get a firm hold on his thighs as you helped lower him onto your face. Now that your mouth was taken, the avatar resorted to kissing your free hand instead, slowly moving it over to his lips. The wet sensation of his tongue rolling around your middle and index fingers was felt directly as he sucked on them while palming himself through his pants.
You laid your tongue flat under Sokka’s ass, licking a long line from his balls to his brown hole. This seemed to appease him, evident by the strained exhale that left his lips. Deciding to stop teasing, you went for the real motive. Pointing your tongue, you wiggled it into his anus, letting a finger you had previously wet tease around the edges before ultimately sinking in too. The inventor arched his back at the intrusion, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep his voice down while you worked your way into his hole.
The change in pace seemed to have struck a nerve for the element bender more down south. Zuko retracted his lips away from your cock and impatiently started to part ways with his lower-body garments as well. Throwing them off to the side, he inched closer to your midbody, deciding to straddle your hips before he made a reach for your cock again.
By this point Aang had soaked your fingers in enough of his saliva that it dripped down the back of your hand and onto your wrist. He pulled back from it, a string still connecting to your middle finger before fully detaching.
Lowering his pants just enough to unsheathe his cock, he moved your hand over to position it in a way that your palm would immediately make contact with his base. As you felt around it, you wrapped your hand around his dick with a firm hold, going to toy with the tip and realizing it was already leaking pre-cum.
A groan left your mouth and reverberated into Sokka’s tight walls as you felt Zuko’s warm ones take in your cock. The sensation mildly came off as painful first due to the lack of prep he had done for himself, too eager to have you inside him to consider the faults of his rushed plan.
However, his walls were soooo warm. He absolutely lived up to the fire lord name with how heated and comfortable the muscles taking your penis in were. A small groan of discomfort left his mouth at the initial penetrating sensation, but eventually he started to move, not seeming to let the tenuous pain get in his way.
“Do you feel it, Y/n?” he called out, looking down at the visible bump in his stomach from your cock. He felt himself twitch just from the sight below him. Moving a hand over to lay it over the protruding skin, he instinctively tightened around you even more. “We’re one now, too.”
He placed his hands on your torso while swaying his hips, moving them in a circular motion as he made his best attempt to properly ride you. Although the lack of preparation made for an uncomfortable start, the more he grinded down on your dick, the more tolerable it became.
Just when he was about to start speeding up, the side of your cock hit a bundle of nerves that made him gasp, suddenly freezing at the spike of pleasure he felt. When he tried moving again, he realized it was a lot harder to hit that same spot with the way he was positioned.
He grounded his feet on the floor, taking a squatting position before beginning to bounce up and down on your dick. The change had absolutely helped, as he was more frequently able to make contact with the spot.
"U-ughhh, Y/n, Y/n, Y-Y/n, this feels really good," whined the man, getting cock-drunk the more stretched out his walls became from your erect piece of flesh. His eyes started to unfocus as he didn't know where to look while feeling this almost unbearable amount of pleasure.
With Zuko now having a repeated pace he was fucking himself on your cock with, it caused you to also start reacting to the building feeling in your abdomen. Pulling your finger out of Sokka’s anus, you wrapped your hand around his thigh, squeezing it as a method to mildly ground yourself.
Focusing instead on protruding your tongue as deep as you could inside him, you used that hand to push him even closer to your face.
While moving your tongue near the middle of his walls, he suddenly clenched around your tongue, letting out a small mewl and clawing at your thorax. Seeing this as a good sign, you repeated your assault on that specific angle, locking your arm around his thigh when he tried rising from your tongue or squirming away.
With your opposite hand, you had started to fully jerk Aang off, utilizing the pre he had been leaking as a form to more smoothly glide your hand on his cock. He had been able to better handle the sensation of pleasure than the other two men, focusing on keeping his breathing evened and as quiet as possible.
Yet, even with not being as loud as them, his pleasure could be visibly seen by his arrows actively glowing. He had also put a portion of his weight on one arm, slowly starting to feel himself collapse the closer he got to reaching his high. Even with his energies being down, though, he made an attempt at reciprocating your actions by repeatedly pushing his hips forward, humping your hand in return for the service.
"T-thank you f-for this, Y/n," he huffed out, trying to put together words without letting out an audible moan. With the hand not supporting his weight, he laid it on your forearm, wanting to have more physical contact with you even aside from the one already taking place.
"I-I," Zuko whimpered, taking in a few breaths before trying his sentence again, "I'm going to cum soon." Had you not been tongue-deep in Sokka’s ass, you would’ve realized that the firebender was heating up like crazy.
Aside from his walls sucking you in so warmly, his back—leading up to his shoulders—and thighs were releasing steam at a rapid pace. It’s surprising he hasn’t caught on fire by this point.
Sokka agreed with his message by nodding his head, opening his mouth to speak, but only an airy moan came out.
"Me too," he added, biting his lip the closer he got to his climax. He’d started grinding his hips back into your face, alternating from shifting away at your abuse towards his prostate. “I-I don’t think I can last much longer.”
Out of the three men fondling you, the air nomad was the only one that stayed more so quiet, seeming too caught up on your hand pumping him to care about the other two’s words. Yet, he too felt himself building up and getting ready to explode. Anyone could tell, really, if they simply looked at him. He was lighting up like a glow stick the closer he got to reaching his peak.
Five more bounces later and Zuko had started shaking, his orgasm overtaking him as he clenched and unclenched around your cock. He wasn’t able to actually say anything, but small strained noises left his lips while he aimlessly looked up at the ceiling of the cave.
His seed spilled all over your stomach, dripping down to nearly reach your belly button. The flame king’s breathing continued to waver as he felt his limbs collapsing, the overexertion from riding you taking a toll now that the high was coming to an end.
But it didn't come without the seeping of your own semen starting to fill him too. He softly gasped as he let himself hunch over, using your cum-splattered stomach for leverage while you let your load out inside him.
Sokka came next, the moans from you reaching your own peak being the last thing he needed to be thrown over the edge and climax as well. His thighs tightened around your head as he bit his hand to cheaply cover his moans. He tipped his cum on your pecs, some of it still dripping from his tip, painting little dots in the middle of your collarbone.
As Sokka and Zuko both were catching their breaths, stooped over and holding onto a part of your core for leverage, they timidly made eye contact. They were practically breathing on each other from how close in proximity they were.
The non-bender decided to make the move first, and he weakly reached out for the flamebender’s face, pulling him into a tired and messy kiss. Although mildly surprised, the other didn't pull back and soon started to kiss back. The two silently rejoiced in the kiss, seemingly content with what they got out of tonight.
Aang finished last, an extra few pumps from you being enough to finally join the rest of you in the euphoria that came with experiencing sexual relief.
With his mouth agape but no sound coming out of it, his arrows maintained an unwavering glow throughout his whole orgasm, and his eyes fully went bright for a few seconds before calming down. His cum dribbled onto your closed hand, gradually slipping downwards and seeping into the web space between your thumb and index finger.
When the avatar finally came to—with wobbly breaths and tears poking at the corners of his eyes—and saw the mess of himself in your now-relaxed fist, he used that as a weak opportunity for the two of you to "unite" as well.
Shakily moving the hand previously grabbing yours, he slid it over to your knuckles, extending his fingers to intertwine his hand with yours once again, letting his still-warm semen mix into both of your palms. That was his personal compromise for not getting to have a part of you inside him.
Everyone seemed to have been satisfied for tonight.
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The next day you had mysteriously risen with a fever. Nothing deadly, but definitely not well enough for you to move much for the day.
"You were just fine yesterday," stated Katara, organizing her bag before getting started on whatever needed to be done that day. "I just don't understand where this could have come from in such little time."
"Maybe those guys chasing us had something to do with it," guessed Toph, shrugging her shoulders while putting her hair up. It's true, there hadn't been that big of a time window in between yesterday, when you were doing just fine, and today, when you're practically bedridden.
But there definitely had been a lot of action, and none of the men in the room seemed to want to offer any explanation for your sudden decrease in health.
"I'm not too sure what happened, but someone should stay near Y/n while the rest of us go out," the waterbender sighed, seeming both concerned and irritated at your condition.
"The three of us can stay behind, and you two look for resources today," chimed Sokka, getting closer to you and putting a hand to your forehead, checking your body temperature. "There's a decent chance someone might locate us here, and if that happens we won't be able to move as efficiently with one of us being weaker."
Katara wanted to interject, but Zuko and Aang cut her short by immediately expressing their agreement with Sokka’s idea. She eventually gave up on proposing any other agenda and went on her way with Toph, leaving you alone with the three other men.
Nothing to worry about anyways; they were obviously going to take good care of you.
Updated for minor tweaks/grammar errors & added just a teensy bit more to Aang's part at the end of the smut portion. Anyways, I hope y'all are liking this piece 🫶
Warning. 18+. Mature content. Slow burn. Size difference. Bottom Bucky Barnes. Top Male Reader. Both character and reader have a cock. Mention of blood. Sex with plot. Breeding kink. Mpreg mention.
Werewolf! Bucky Barnes x Hunter! Male Reader
There have been rumors circulating in an old, isolated town close to the forest, talking about a beast that walks in two feet, is as tall as a house, and devours everything on its way. This beast terrorizes the town every single night, and each night, there's always a victim that is taken away to the deep, dark forest. Patterns have been recognized, the beast only took the men of the town, from young to elder, it didn't matter, but they never came back, that's for sure.
That's why the wife of the mayor of the town called you to their town and hired you to hunt the beast.
Based on the descriptions given by the villagers, the beast looked like a giant wolf that could walk on two feet. You knew exactly what that beast was, a werewolf. Myths about them were only used as scary bed time stories to tell kids not to wander in the forest at night, but you knew werewolves were far from being just a myth. Thankfully, werewolves didn't behave like normal wolves, they didn't go in groups, they preferred staying alone, following their own path. That was due to the failed integration werewolves had with wolves packs, a werewolf would always try to fight for the dominance of the pack, which gained in exchange the hostility of the pack. Werewolves were much more aggressive than a normal wolf.
You had to be careful on how you were going to proceed in this hunt.
After a long way of six hours from the city to the small town situated in the middle of nowhere. You parked your old, good car not so far from the entrance of the now quiet town, from the trunk you took out your barrel gun, the same one that has been going down in your family for generations.
Facing the many houses in front of you, you took the time to take a deep breath in. Your eyes traveled side to side, the night was fresh, and you could hear the howling of wolves deep inside the forest. All the villagers were kept inside their houses, secured, praying to survive another night.
You cleared your throat before going inside the streets. It felt odd to have this much silence, not even a single bird was singing, and the crickets weren't many from what you could hear. The grip on your barrel gun tightened, and you took slowly but steady steps. Deep, ragged claw marks were perceived on the walls of some houses, the sizes were impressive. You cursed mentally, you had to do with a big one, a fully grown adult.
Without noticing, you were already at the other side of the town, facing the deep, dark forest. You took the moment to observe carefully between the trees, trying to catch something in the dark. You spent more than five minutes observing in silence, because you knew deep inside that there was something staring right back at you among that thick darkness.
"Tch..." There was no way you were going inside the forest at this hour without some good preparations. Accepting that thought, you took a few steps backwards, your eyes still locked on the woods, before finally turning around and taking your leave.
At sunrise you were going to meet the mayor and his wife.
The difference at night was obvious when the town took life at the first hour in the morning, when the first ray of sunshine hit the houses of this humble place.
It was much more harmonious. Kids played outside, laughing, the adults went to do their tasks, went to the market, made some tradings. Typical town life.
The mayor paid you the first half for your services, a good bag of gold laid now inside the inner pocket of your jacket. The information his wife gave you was useful, the beast only comes to the town at full moon, directly from the woods. Good, there was only one side of the town that faced the forest, and tomorrow was full moon, even better, the first snow fall was coming tonight.
You let the mayor know you were going to take charge of everything, their only task was to warn every townfolk to stay inside their houses tomorrow before the sun fully sets behind the tall trees.
Now that everything was cleared, you took the freedom to look around. The people was nice, gentle, they loved their quiet lives.
"Lovely..." you mumbled to yourself, this place was definitely better than the city.
Something caught your eye, a small carpenter shop was located close to the plaza. A young, yet tall and well muscled blond man walked through the open entrance while waving at the worker. "See you later, Barnes!" said blond man said as he held large planks of wood. The owner wasn't even staring back at him, neither said anything in return. What caught your attention was the many objects that the place was selling; bowls, spoons, plates, etc. Very pretty, to be honest.
You let your curiosity win, and entered the place.
The owner, a burly man with medium-long, brown hair, blue eyes like ice, wearing long sleeves, stared at you the moment you put a foot inside his shop. He didn't seem surprised, neither interested or motivated to welcome you as a new client.
"Can I help you?" he asked with a monotone voice while his attention went back on the piece of wood he was working with.
"No thanks, just watching," you answered shortly.
"Hmm." It was obvious he didn't care whether you were interested on his work or not.
Wait, did he do everything? "Did you make all these pieces?" It might be a stupid question, but who knows if he's the only one working here.
The carpenter raised an eyebrow at you, as if offended by the question. "Who else would have done it? Do you see someone else here with me?"
Wow. Rude. You raised both hands in surrender, and went back to staring at the products standing closer to the entrance.
"The ones with an orange sticker have a 30% promotion," added the carpenter.
The details on the figurines made out of wood were impressive, so well made, with smooth edges and perfect carvings.
"Huh?" One of them caught your eyes. A wolf standing on its two back legs, a humanoid wolf, in other words, a wereworlf. Your eyes went back on the brunette man. "This is a nice one," you said as you picked the figurine in your hand. "Had any inspirations for this one?"
His blue eyes locked back on you, then on the piece of wood you were holding. It was obvious he was thinking on what to say, you could see it in his eyes. "30% reduction, you're taking it or not?" He wasn't doing a good job on not sounding suspicious.
You let the werewolf figurine down on the table. "What do you think about the beast terrorizing the town, Mr...?"
"Barnes." Barnes the carpenter, he took the block of wood he was toying with and the knife, and went back on working. "What can I say about the wolf? It's been here for many years, from what I understood."
"Had any encounters with it, yet?" Not everyone likes to share experiences where their lives are at risks, but who knows? You might get more useful information about what you had to kill.
Barnes didn't say anything, after a short pause, he let down the wood and utensil he was holding on the table, and went to roll his left sleeve up, exposing a shiny, metal arm. "This answers your question?"
You didn't expect this at all, perhaps a scar or a lost finger, but not a whole arm. "Sorry for asking."
The carpenter rolled his sleeve back down. "I have the luck to be alive, many men didn't get the same luck as I."
And it was true, so far, six men went missing and never came back. Werewolves aren't known for being gentle, so there were no doubts these men were already dead by now.
You gave an understanding nod, feeling a little awkward now with this new revelation. "Tomorrow it's full moon, better stay locked inside your house," you said with genuine concern. "You've been here for how long?"
Barnes just hummed. " Ten years. But yeah. Anyways, I have to do some errands, so..." He signaled you the entrance, and only exit as well.
This man had no shame on being rude.
Day went by quite fast, and the clouds turned orange and pink once the sun started to set down behind the same trees where the big fear of everyone stayed and observed the defenseless townfolks.
You sat on the soft grass, facing the same trees, taking in the sight of this spectacular and thrilling landscape. The orange leafs made such a spectacular view, it was unfortunate they were hiding a spawn of hell. A deep sigh escaped you, how annoying.
Your attention got caught by a moving figure not so far from you.
A man carying an axe on his hand was walking towards the woods, and you were able to recognize him based on the metal arm that was reflecting the last rays of sunshine.
"Barnes!" You called, standing up on your feet and rushing towards the carpenter.
The latter stopped on his tracks and turned to look at you, seeming slightly annoyed.
"Barnes, what are you doing?" you asked, as if the answer wasn't obvious.
He signaled the axe that he was holding. "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to cut some wood to restock in the shop."
"When it's about to be night? It isn't safe."
Barnes just shrugged, not caring in the slightest. "There isn't full moon tonight, it's fine."
He was right, yet it didn't make the woods less dangerous to wander at night.
"Then I'm coming with you, I'll go grab my gun." Just when you were about to turn around, Barnes stopped you.
"Don't bother, I know how to defend myself." He didn't wait for an answer, already taking the next steps towards the forest. You were about to insist, but he didn't wait, in fact, he quickened the pace. You cursed under your breath, stubborn people were the worst in this line of work as a hunter.
Snow covered the once green and orange landscapes, with it, the weather became colder, and the forest just turned more terrifying than usual. It had snowed all night, nonstop, now there were only a few snowflakes falling down from the sky from time to time.
Everyone went to do their own thing, attend their own responsibilities, just like they do everyday.
You sat at the bar in a tavern, where only a few drunks stayed to sleep and the older people went to forget. With a drink on your left and your collection of silver ammunition and wolfsbane on your right, you studied the map the mayor had given you of the town and its surroundings.
"Come to catch a wolf?" the bartender asked while holding a cigar between his teeth, busy cleaning the empty glasses of last night's tab.
"To catch the wolf," you answered indifferently, your eyes still scanning the map.
The door of the tavern slammed open, and the same blond man from yesterday entered the place with a worried expression.
"Hugh, have you seen Bucky?" he asked to the bartender, the latter shook his head. "Fuck, he's not at home or at his workplace."
The little scandal was slightly bothering you, this guy interrupted your concentration. With a sigh you turned to see the worried man. "Looking for your friend?"
He turned to look at you and nodded. "Have you seen him?"
"I don't even know who's Bucky."
"Bucky Barnes, the carpenter at the plaza?" Oh, Barnes.
Another sigh, this one from annoyance and worry, came out. "Fuck..." You finished your drink in one gulp, paid your tab and put your materials back in your bag. "I saw him yesterday going into the woods, you're saying he's nowhere in the town?" The guy shook his head. "I fucking told him, but I'm to blame as well, so I'lll go search for him. Pray he's still breathing once I find him," you said as you grabbed your barrel gun.
The blond man was confused, worried, probably scared too, he started following you, ready to say the same words you told Bucky yesterday.
"I'm coming with you."
You raised your hand and stopped him. "You'll just be an obstacle if you come with me, you'll be more of a dead weight than a help. Now stay." You closed the door behind you once you were outside and checked the sky, it was evening already, things just kept getting worse.
Finding a lost man while also trying to hunt and survive a grown werewolf under a full moon, shit didn't sound nice.
But you had no options, no choices, so you sucked it up and made your way towards the dark woods.
Of course night came faster than what you expected, at six in the evening it was already pitch black. You didn't use a flashlight, that would be putting a target on you, so you had to be careful. Your gun was loaded, steady in your hands, ready to shoot at any moment. What you had to do was watch your surroundings, and listen. Listen very carefully, to any stick cracking, to any branches moving, anything.
You were deep in the forest by now, and still no signs of Bucky.
It wasn't rocket science to know the beast was watching you. Since the moment you put a step in the forest, you felt eyes on you everywhere you went. But for fuck's sake, you couldn't find it.
"Come out, come out, you little shit..." you whispered, your breath creating a soft cloud from the cold outside.
You tripped and almost fell down when you stepped on something oddly hard, the thing made a metallic sound as well. You looked down and your eyes widened when you saw a metallic arm on the snowy ground, one you recognized very well.
The guy from the bar can kiss his friend goodbye.
"I told you it was a bad idea, didn't I?" you asked to the arm as you picked it up from the ground in your hand. You examined it, whoever made this piece did a good job. But, once you focused better on the reflection on said arm, you found two yellowish eyes staring behind you, and your heart almost stopped beating.
You weren't quick enough to turn around, as a strong arm slammed you and sent you flying till your back hit a tree.
Groaning and in pain, you looked up and finally met the beast you were looking for. Almost two times your size, with large, sharp canines and eyes filled with rage, the werewolf that terrorized the people was finally standing right in front of you.
It didn't attack you, it just stared down at you, getting closer step by step. You tried to keep your calm, your gun was a few steps away from you, the impact made the only thing you had to defend yourself fly away from your grip.
And the wolfsbane was in your backpack, you wouldn't be quick enough to grab it before the beast teared your throat open. The only thing close to you now, was the arm of Bucky, so you grabbed it and held it in front of you. "Stay back!"
The beast growled, drool falling from his sharp canines.
"I said, stay fucking back!" You tried to stand up, and the beast seemed to get more agitated, moving on his steps, wanting to attack, yet not doing so for a strange reason.
You should be dead by now, why was it not attacking you?
Then you noticed it, how the beast's eyes followed the arm you were holding, you swung it a bit, and indeed, its eyes did not leave what you were holding. Now you were more confused, until you saw something you shouldn't have missed; the beast was missing an arm. It's left arm, to be more precise, and that's when you understood everything.
You sighed, defeated. "Oh for fuck's sake." Of course this had to happen, there's never a survivor.
The beast decided to make its first move, not giving you time to react as it grabbed you by the collar of your jacket, lifted you high and slammed you back on the ground. This was going to leave some broken bones for sure, you thought, before you were lifted again and slammed on the ground, again. The third time you found yourself up in the air, with the beast, Bucky, didn't slam you again. He just observed you, took in your scent, and his growling stopped. You were still trying to process things even with the pain in your body, at this point, being dead didn't sound so bad.
But no, death never came, the beast just dragged you across the ground, leaving everything, including his arm, behind.
You weren't able to know where you were exactly, as while Bucky dragged you in the forest, you had lost consciousness, and now that you were awake, you found yourself on a bed, surrounded by walls made out of planks of wood. Your body had some bandages on, no surprises after the beating you just got.
The door of the room opened, and the beast, the carpenter, Barnes, Bucky, whatever, came inside the room shirtless, sweating, a mess.
He stared at you, and you didn't say anything, even though there were many things to be said. Bucky just approached you slowly and handed you a glass of water he was holding in his only hand. You took it, and observed it.
"Not poisoned," he spoke.
"Can't trust nowadays, haven't you heard?"
Silence took over the place, the atmosphere turning tense, awkward.
"You shouldn't have come here."
"Here, the cabin you took me in?" Sarcasm and teasing were your coping mechanisms for complex situations like this one, especially when you knew here you could be at any moment at disadventage.
"The town," he answered annoyed.
You put the glass of water down on the table that was by the side of the bed. "I got paid to come, got paid to kill you."
"How's the hunt going?" Now he was playing too.
Tch. "Not good." You two kept eye contact, however, you still couldn't read him. "At least I know who terrorizes his own people."
"Do not associate me with them." Oh? You raised an eyebrow, clearly what you said got him offended, but why? Unlike you, he could read you, you were practically an open book for him. "They have a debt to pay."
You almost laughed. "With blood? By taking their men?"
"Yes." He once again read your confusion, but this time did not want to indulge in it. "I hope you understand I can't let you leave."
"Scared I'll expose you?"
"Scared? No, it would just bring more complications to my plans, that's all."
Bucky was speaking so relaxed, as if this was just another tuesday. "And what are your plans?"
He didn't answer, but he did break eye contact with you, ashamed? Embarassed? You were about to insist on the question, until he moved his hand on his abdomen. "Getting pregnant."
Huh?
"Huh?"
Bucky just let out a scoff. "I don't have to give you any explanations, so I'll jump straight to what's important. I'm giving two choices-"
"Getting pregnant? But... but you're a male, how-? What?" You were still procressing what he just said. In all of your years of study of creatures like werewolves, no one, not even your family, has ever mentioned that male werewolves could carry offsprings. Meanwhile, Bucky was just growing frustrated. "Wait, does that have something to do with the men that went missing?"
Your question was answered before he could even say a word with the way his cheeks turned slightly pink.
He passed his hand through his messy hair. "That's not important, they're dead eitherway."
"You kill your mates?"
"Will you please shut up? " he asked, already exhausted with your nonstop teasing. "They're not my mates. I gave them the chance to choose between dying and...and... fuck, why am I even telling you this?" With a last groan given, he approached you and gripped the collar of your shirt, bringing you closer to him, cold eyes locked on you. "Die or give me an offspring."
So that's why the other men died, respectable choice to be honest.
"I don't think this is going to work."
"I never asked you for your opinion."
"Fair enough."
Fucking a werewolf wasn't part of your bucketlist, on your things to do before dying, and you surely were not about to die when you still had half of your bucketlist waiting for you to check on it.
No kissing ever took place, no caresses, no kind touches, no sweet words or gentle whispers. It was all strategic, planned, rushed, rough.
Your clothes were torn and tossed on the floor. For a man with only one hand, he knew how to take charge of everything effortlessly. Bucky was sitting on top you, trying to keep balance while he prepared himself with his own fingers, now covered in slick, stretching his puffy hole. His own cock was throbbing, standing erect and hard waiting for someone to give it some attention.
"Haaa..." Bucky panted as he pushed his fingers deeper, the action making wet squelching noises to invade the room. You couldn't say you weren't getting aroused by the sight, Bucky was a very good looking man, there was no point on denying it. Your cock was as hard, throbbing beneath the werewolf. Bucky was focused on himself, his fingers scissoring his gummy walls, sending shivers down his spine. "Fuck..." Once he considered himself ready to take your cock, he removed his fingers from his hole and grabbed your cock in his fist.
Your hands went to grab his hips to keep him steady. "Seems you need help."
"Do not look down on myself..." he grunted, slightly panting, he was excited clearly.
"You're the one staring down at me," you teased, winking at him.
Bucky just rolled his eyes as he positioned himself above your cock, before slowly sinking in. Your breathing was caught when the head of your cock pushed past the warm and soft ring of muscles.
"Fuck..." you sighed. Bucky kept taking you deeper, wanting to have you inside him fully.
"Ah...ah sh-it..." He could feel every vein of your cock rubbing his sensitive spots. It's been so long since he mated, since he was given pups, since he lost them... He didn't want to think about it, after all, he was going to get them back.
Once he was able to take all of your inches inside him, he moved his hand on your chest to steady himself.
You were trying to keep your breathing relaxed, why did it feel so damn hot inside him? Like a melting pot.
"Feels nice, not gonna lie..."
"Shut up." Without needing to say or add anything else, Bucky lifted his hips till only the head of your cock was kept inside, before slamming his ass back on your hips. "Fuck! Ah..."
You closed your eyes tight, this felt good, strangely good. Bucky dragged his hips forward and back, groaning from pleasure, panting. His hole sucked your cock back in with every bounce he made.
"Haa... haa..."
"Ugh... oh..." Your hands moved on his thighs, his strong yet soft under your touch... thighs. You were losing focus.
"S-stop it..." you heard him say with some struggle.
You raised an eyebrow. "You don't like that?"
He shook his head, not looking at you. "It... it makes me feel weird... I'm not doing this for pleasure, just... just give me your sperm!" The harsh thrust of his hips highlighted his words as he started to move faster on you, desperate, he wanted this to end quickly.
Meanwhile, you were trying not to let any embarassing sound escape your mouth. "Fu-... ngh! Slower..."
"You don't get to decide... hmmph!" Bucky leaned closer against your chest as he bounced his ass on your cock in a quick pace, his cheeks slapping against your hips, letting slick and sweat coat between you, making the clapping be louder. "Ah...ah..."
It became harder to breath, the overwhelming sensation of Bucky's hole clenching on your cock so tightly was blurring your mind. You could see Bucky was also trying to stay focused, not wanting to wander too deep in the pleasure he was trying to ignore.
"You're liking it, don't you?" Teasing this man probably turned into a hobby for you by now, you just enjoyed seeing how he turned annoyed, perhaps frustrated, but definitely aroused from the way his cock jumped, leaking pre-cum on your stomach.
"Just cum already so...ngh! so... so we can end...haaa... this..." You couldn't help but chuckle, Bucky was starting to struggle on staying in control...letting desperation slowly devour him. His forehead rested on your shoulder, his hips still moving on your cock. "Nghh... move...move your hips... don't you want to..ah...ah... to finish with this?"
"I guess I like to see you desperate, it's a cute image on you," you teased with a smirk.
Bucky just whimpered, this wasn't supposed to happen. Maybe he should have knocked you out. You were enjoying it now, seeing the once mean-looking carpenter with the rude attitude break down on your cock felt surely like a reward.
The werewolf's movement became sloppier, his thighs trembling, yet he kept trying to keep his quick pace. But he couldn't keep it continuous, and it didn't feel...good? Enough?
"Move your hips..." he ordered weakly. "Move...ah... move your hips."
"Say the magic word."
"Oh fuck of- oh!" His legs gave up, his hips falling on your cock, accidentally hitting his prostate on the tip of it. "Ahn!" A soft cry came out as he felt a hot spurt of cum come out of his cock. He looked down between you, finding the sticky mess he left on your lower abdomen. He came, indeed, but you didn't. "Already...?" he whined, why was he so weak?"
You just observed. The way Bucky clenched when he came almost brought you to the edge, but it wasn't enough to trigger an orgasm from you.
"Well... that was something?" Bucky this time didn't tell you to shut up or anything, he didn't even dare to look you in the eyes.
Bucky tried to sit back up, struggling as your cock was rubbing his prostate so good. "I... I just want my pups... please..."
The instinct of mating and giving offsprings wasn't uncommon among wolves, however, you weren't completely sure this would also apply to werewolves. If it was already hard for a werewolf to enter a pack, finding a mate was probably impossible, with humans though... how did it work?
You hummed before grabbing Bucky's hips with yours hands, pushed him against the bed and turned him on his stomach.
"What are you-?" He yelped when he felt your cock hit hard agaisnt his prostate, provoking a smaller spurt of cum shoot out of his cock. "Ahn! Ah... fuck...you..."
"Now why would you say such mean words?" You moved your hips with a steady pace, the bed shaking under your weights, and his body bouncing with each thrust you gave. "I thought you wanted to end this." Your grip on his hips tightened, to which he whimpered. "I'm just helping you, puppy."
You were sure a werewolf could take some rough thrusting, so you indulged in it, fucking him hard like you would do to a whore.
"Ah! Ah fu-.. ah! ah! nghhh... slo-ungh...slow down!" You almost wanted to laugh, he was telling you to slow down, while his hips were meeting your thrusts so eagerly, crying for you to go harder. You were impressed with how sensitive Bucky was, was he perhaps in heat? That would explain many things. "Pl-please... ungh, haaa..."
You moved a hand to roll Bucky's balls on your palms, provoking a soft gasp from the man. His request was ignored, your hand firmly massaged his testicles while your hips slammed against his ass. Bucky just kept moaning, whining, whimpering, turning into a mess. Deep inside him, he hated how sensitive he felt, how good it felt having your cock hitting his prostate. So hard, so deep and fast. Without even realizing, claws started to grow from his nails, ripping the sheets he was holding tightly.
Focus, Bucky, focus.
This is a mission.
This isn't for fun. No.
"Ah!" He moaned when he felt a sharp spank on his butt, he turned to look at you annoyed.
"Can't have you transforming while I'm fucking you. I'm not ready for that."
"Fuck you... fuck... nghh... you..."
Another spank laid on his ass, Bucky cursed again. "You're already doing that, now hold on tight, I'm close."
Your hips moved impossibly faster, Bucky's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his tongue lolled out, he was losing his mind now. This wasn't supposed to happen, control, he had to remain in control.
"Shit!" He brought his hand to pull his cheeks apart, inviting you to go deeper. This was going to help the impregnation, he thought, not wanting to admit he was deeply craving more. "Ah... ah... m-make sure to- haaa! To cum inside! Don't let a single hmmph... drop out..."
"I promise you there won't be any waste, now do me I favor and tighten' up." You almost let out a loud groan when you felt him clench tighter around you, giving you that little push you needed to finally reach the so waited orgasm.
Bucky reached cloud nine once he felt a warm sensation filling him fully.
"Ngh...ghh..." Your cum slowly filled him deeply, it felt good, warm, cozy, it kept coming out of your cock to the point he felt so full.
You took a deep breath in and pulled your cock out slowly with a soft, lewd pop. Some cum was spilling down Bucky's thighs, you scooped it up on your fingers and pushed it back inside Bucky, just like you promised.
"Well, that's it... if you get pregnant, I'll have some serious modifications to do in my notes," you commented before cleaning your cock with the sheets of the bed.
"Hmmph..." Bucky just stayed on the bed, his hand moving to his abdomen. It was done, he was going to have his pups, his dear pups. "You can leave now... I don't need you anymore."
Hook-ups weren't something new for you, however, it felt strange to leave this man alone in a cabin, probably far from the town. It was a werewolf you were talking about, you were pretty much aware of that info, but still, you couldn't help but feel bad about leaving him there.
"Need me to go bring you your arm?" you proposed.
Bucky shook his head. "No need to, now leave, and don't say a single word about this to anyone in the town, including the fact that i'm-"
"The beast that is terrorizing them? Are you going to keep hunting their men?"
"Why would I do that? I already have what I wanted, I'll probably leave the town." He sat on the bed, still a little weak from the sexual session.
You just hummed. Well, it seems your job is done. You may not have killed the beast, but at least no one will have to live in fear anymore.
"Alright, I'll just go grab my money and leave as well, don't have shit to do in here anymore." You took a pause, and glared at your ruined clothes on the floor. "Uhm, mind lending me some clothes though?"
You never told him your name, and you hoped you'd never have to see him again, already having fucked the creature your family and you have been hunting for generations was... weird. Knowing that maybe, just maybe, that man would be carrying offsprings that you gave him, it wasn't helping your situation.
At least you got your money and got to leave sooner than expected.
The ride to a new town to stay was long, and you didn't want to go back to the city, that place wasn't for you anymore.
However, you couldn't keep Bucky out of your mind, wondering what was going to happen to him, or if he was going to be alright.
"Sigh... well damn it." It wasn't your problem anymore.
Sorry for taking so long, I had to rewrite this story TWO TIMES because each time I had a new idea. This was written in a slight-rush, so it's not really top best quality.
The one to blame is the radio station playing Jean Leloup while I was driving at night.
I also changed the title from Good Puppy to I'm coming with you, because the first title came when I didn't have a better idea for the name.
Why are SOME female readers SOOOOO pressed by the idea of male readers/writers? 💀 Isn't the majority of "x reader" stories YOU read targeted towards the female audience? Why are YOU complaining about a gay dude not wanting to write for YOU? What point are YOU trying to make to shame the person for writing gay love? HOW IS IT AFFECTING YOUR DAILY ROUTINE???
Besides, telling them a character is not gay and being bitchy over it won't stop them from making fics. There is no such thing as being "underrepresented" and "oppressed" by ONE fic 🤦
Stop complaining about homosexuality. Start minding your own business. ✌️
