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Summary: You told Bucky that the only time he’s allowed to wake you up is under three conditions: He has coffee. It’s an emergency. Or his head is between your thighs.
And today, he really, really wants to wake you up.
Pairing: Beefy!Biker Bucky x Reader
Word count: 1.6k
Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), consensual somnophilia, praise kink, body worship (Bucky has a thing for thighs).
A/N: Beta’d by the amazing @lunarbuck and @cwbucky. Based off an anon ask.
《Masterlist》《Biker!Masterlist》《Library》
You’ve always said that the only time he’s allowed to wake you up before your alarm goes off is under three conditions: if he has coffee waiting for you, it’s a dire emergency or if he has his head between your thighs.
Otherwise, you won’t be responsible for what you would do to him if he doesn’t allow you to sleep in.
He learned this after he woke you up one bright and way too early morning to ask if you remembered where he put his book—it was next to his watch by the way. You found it in less than three seconds and turned on him with a disgruntled gaze.
He can’t lie, he loved the fiery way you glared at him.
Do not wake me up again without a good reason, Bucky.
You pulled him down to your level and repeated yourself so slowly and with so much malice, that he instantly got hard.
The way you aggressively manhandled Bucky, turned him on more than either of you expected. He spent a few hours apologizing to you, mostly with you on top of him.
It’s a little after six, muted pinks, burnt oranges and streaks of blue mar the skyline, and enough light filters through the spaces around the curtains to illuminate the room in a dusky glow.
Bucky’s been awake for hours. He spent the first two on his back, staring at the ceiling, willing himself to get up and do something, anything.
But that would mean leaving you, all warm and soft and sleepy, he tried once, even got his leg over the edge of the bed but the light weight of your hand splayed across the ridges of his lower abs rendered him immobile, he has no choice but to stay in bed.
✨ Here you will find the Hellfire--Cult's full masterlist for this year's Omegaverse event in the Stranger Things fandom! ✨
Each day, I will post a fic based on this prompt list provided by the event creators, and each fic will have its own warnings and tags!
I wanted to do this event last year, but I didn't have much inspiration then. I have made a promise to myself to commit to and complete the entire list for this year's event in March!
The fics will be x reader fics, and they will include Omega!Reader, Alpha!Reader and even Beta!Reader. Steve, Eddie, Billy, and Steddie will be the other protagonists of all these prompts. All fics will be +18. (there will be no taglists)
I hope you enjoy!
Roe's March Mating Madness 2026 Masterlist
Day 1 - KNOTTING (alpha!steve x omega!reader)
Day 2 - PACK ISOLATION SICKNESS (alpha!eddie x omega!reader)
Day 3 - SIZE DIFFERENCE (alpha!steve x omega!reader)
Day 4 - SCENTMATES/SOULMATES (alpha!billy x beta!reader)
Day 5 - ACCIDENTAL MATING (alpha!eddie x omega!reader)
Day 6 - DYSTOPIAN SOCIETY (alpha!eddie x omega!reader)
Day 7 - COLLARS (omega!steve x alpha!reader)
Day 8 - NAUGHTY IN THE UPSIDE DOWN (alpha!vampire!eddie x omega!reader)
Day 9 - BITCHING/STUDDING (omega!steve to alpha!steve x omega!reader)
Day 10 - SEX POLLEN/SURPRISE HEAT OR RUT (alpha!eddie x omega!reader)
Day 11 - MUZZLES (alpha!billy x omega!reader)
Day 12 - PUPS/CHILDREN (omega!steve x alpha!reader)
Day 13 - MATING RUN/CHASE/HUNT (alpha!eddie x omega!reader)
Day 14 - AGE GAP/LATE IN LIFE (omega!eddie x alpha!reader)
Day 15 - OMEGA TOP/ALPHA BOTTOM (alpha!steve x omega!reader)
Day 16 - REJECTION SICKNESS (omega!eddie x omega!reader)
Day 17 - PREGNANCY (alpha!billy x omega!reader)
And if you enjoy all fics, please be kind and reblog.
I found a God Percy fic. I don't often read them despite writing one.
And it just CUT. SO. DEEP.
It was brilliant, and none of the following is a criticism - just a reflection of how we all bring ourselves to our writing and how the same spark of an idea grows into a completely different blaze, when stoked by a different writer.
We all know Percy doesn't want to be a God. (The Last Olympian) but we all recognise how much his world needs him, and how powerful he is.
The God Percy I write (or daydream about) is far more human than a lot of the presentations I've read. Because I think the amount he cares trumps the apathy that brews with inhumanity.
The character I write changes a lot. I know there's this big thing about "Gods don't change" but I think Percy does, in both good and bad ways, because he's not a born God. I think the fact that he was born human means he will have a different relationship with his identity, soul, godhood, whatever you want to call it.
The first God Percy I wrote was still in the teething stage. Still adjusting to it. Still with Annabeth, knowing eventually he would have to say goodbye, but not quite there yet.
The second one I wrote was loving and compassionate and considerate.
And I'm not sure which part of the extended fanfic I wrote came first, because I think the idea started nearly a decade ago, and I've come back to it for different reasons and in different ways. And I tend to hold several different versions in my head at once.
Because at the start of the story Percy is shut down and barely hanging on, but refuses to admit it.
My headcanon is this - immortality, and specifically, godhood - having to be responsible for and having that many lives on his shoulders, wears on Percy. The grief of staying alive while everyone he loves dies, the PTSD from all he went through as a teenager, sits like a stone in his chest. And he doesn't know how do deal with it. I think his godhood, almost makes him more human because it leaves him with nothing but time to face himself.
I think that's a more interesting story to tell than Godhood stripped him of his humanity. Percy's humanity is such a fundamental part of him and I think he would fight to hold onto it. I think it would wear on him and he would struggle to continue to be him.
But only as him, can he really be the Guardian of Demigods because it takes the fact that he was human, that he was a demigod, to understand how best to serve.
Now, I'm me, and this particular thing I write is about serving myself and my fantasies. So in this fic Percy meets someone that challenges him, doesn't back down, and reminds him that it is heart that made him a hero, not his powers. Who cracks open the "Perseus Jackson, Guardian of Demigods" armour and reminds him that he's just Percy.
And I retconned it (sorry) so that he actually needs them to become the God he is capable of being. The version of him that I write several hundred years later is far more powerful, far more secure, far more blinding, and comfortable with himself. He carries the weight of generations of demigod's lives on his shoulders, so much so that they pray to him more than their parents. Because he actually answers.
So my question is not how does Godhood destroy him.
But how does Percy find a way to make Godhood work for him?
And my answer is this:
"I took over Camp Half-Blood because I wanted to break the cycle. If I could make demigods feel even a little bit less alone in the world, then that’s what I would spend my existence doing."
The thing is, when I say “Percy” I mean a very specific version of him that is the product of 2 years of fanfic character development (maybe 300 shhhh).
I don’t think any of my friends will ever really understand that.
Shirt with no bra, how would biker Ari feel about it? Or biker Bucky?
Pairing: Biker!Ari x Reader
AN: Unbetad/Written on my phone.
✧Part of the biker series✧
"What do you think? Too much?" You spin around, showing off your outfit.
Ari's icy blue eyes trail down your body in one languid pass, his brow lifts as they drift back up.
You shift nervously under his silent perusal, sometimes it's difficult to read his expression.
He can be incredibly stoic.
Like now.
"You wearin' that to the bar huh?" He asks, pushing himself off the bed. His tone, much like the look in his eyes, is indecipherable.
Your head tilts back as he approaches you. Tension thickens the air and your chest rises on a shaky breath.
It doesnt matter if he doesnt like it— you won't let another man tell you what you can or cannot wear. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Your chant echos through your mind. If he doesn't like it—you'll be...disappointed. You can't help feeling that way despite everything you tell yourself.
Ari stops in front of you, a smirk draws his lips upwards as he takes one long ring adorned finger and hooks it under the collar of your t-shirt and pulls it towards him.
"Yeah. It's hot—" you explain, defensively folding your arms, inadvertently pushing your breasts up.
"Yes.you.are." He murmurs, his gaze drops, peering down at your bare tits. Ari makes a deeply erotic sound of appreciation in his throat. Not quite a moan but it's so close to one that your nipples harden in response, warmth rushes up your chest and across your cheeks.
"You don't mind?" You ask, grabbing his belt with both hands as you try to calm your racing heart. Every single time he towers over you like this it makes you feel a little lightheaded, a little dominated
Maybe it's the fact that you both know how easily he could toss you over his shoulder if he wanted.
He lets your shirt go, his knuckle traces down the front, circling your nipple through the soft material, creating a pattern between the valley of your breasts that connects to the other one.
"Why would I mind?" He responds curiously, his hand slipping into your back pocket as he continues tracing around your nipples. "You look beautiful."
"Because I'm not—Ari I." You lose your train of thought when he cups your left breast in his large palm. He pauses, silently encouraging you to continue, a wary look unfolding in his deep blues. "Some guys don't like when their girls don't wear—"
"Let me stop ya right there Sunshine," he commands, he tugs you closer to him, his hand leaves your chest and he cradles your chin, gently tilting your face up.
He knows you belong to him, he's secure in this relationship. They can look all they want, he cant blame them, he loves looking at you but he's the only one who gets to touch, to love on you, to hear you make those sexy little noises as he fucks you.
"I'm not those guys. I don't give a fuck what you wear as long as you're comfortable. You don't wanna wear a bra? That's fine with me. Gives me easy access to the girls. You wanna wear those shorts that show off your ass? Fuck yeah, gives me another reason to stare." He states firmly, squeezing your ass for emphasis.
"Wear whatever the fuck you want. Including those hoodies I know you stole from me." He adds with a glare, his lips curving up slightly when you laugh. "Seriously Sunshine, don't feel like you have to hide yourself."
Ari means it.
He doesn't believe in sugarcoating his words and he doesn't like that you felt the need to get his approval. If Ari ever meets the guy who created that uncertainty in you, he's going to rearrange his face.
"Anyone gives you shit for wearing this, call me and I guarantee that'll be the last time they disrespect you." He finishes, bending down to kiss you, his lips slotting over yours as he deepens it until you melt into him. Breaking away, he gives your ass a firm tap.
"Try not to get too drunk because when you get back, I'm going to show you how much I love seeing you in this. Have fun with your girls."
He lets you go, his tongue slides across his bottom lip, his eyes darkening with an all too familiar hunger, your belly drops to your feet and your mouth goes dry under his fiery gaze.
"And I hope it's a long, hot summer Sunshine."
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