This was supposed to be a short drabble but it turned into a long thing but I hope you like it.
Like how he would seduce you as his new Queen and how even if you were a bit scared of him (because he's the most fearsome king you've ever heard of), you also kind of like the idea of poking this bear to prove you aren't as meek as he thinks?
I imagine he provides lots of gifts to showcase his strength and wealth, promising you a life of luxury and comfort. Which is nice. He wraps you in furs and presents you with jewels and gold that you can't help but admire.
Your private chambers are lavishly decorated, wardrobe filled with clothes all to your taste and to suit his queen.
And I think that the first time you spend the night together he's very patient and gentle. He spoils you and brings you such heavenly pleasure that it unleashes something a little bit feral within you.
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So....
Once you are settled in your new role, you decide it was indeed time to poke that bear.
You wake up to him moving around the room, preparing himself for the day. So you sit up letting your soft blanket drop from your shoulders, revealing your soft skin, still covered in bites and marks from the night before.
"You're leaving already?"
Your voice is soft but he hears it, turning to take you in. His eyes rake over your body hungrily and he walks over to the bed and takes a seat next to you. His hand grips your cheek and he pulls you in for a hungry kiss. You whine when be pulls away and steal more from him.
"Can't be on honeymoon forever" he growls in between kisses, his hands smoothing over your breasts and stomach, settling at your waist as you sigh contently.
"Why not?" You counter as you shift again, pulling at his shirt to keep him close, enticing him back to bed.
It works a little as he chuckles, and shifts on the bed. "Because I have duties my love...as do you."
You finally pull away from kissing to pout at him. "Can't they wait one more day? Besides, how am I going to give you an heir if you abandon me in bed."
He cocks an eyebrow before pressing you back into the pillows. "Perhaps I can remedy that at least..."
You squeal as he throws off your blankets completely and stands up to briefly untie his trousers. You whine as his thick cock fills his hand and he smirks at you, before grabbing your ankle and dragging you to the edge of the bed.
He presses your thighs to your chest and leans down, planting a fiery kiss to your lips before peppering kisses on your chest, back of your thighs and then to your sensitive heat.
You squeal as his rough beard brushes over your folds, still a little sore from the night before. But he ignores your whines as he feels your arousal flood your pussy and soak his chin.
"That's my girl, you feel good hmm?"
You nod as he returns to your heat and your fingers sink into his thick locks, tugging at his scalp. He devours you until your legs shake and your groans fill the room.
Before you peak he pulls away, grinning as you sob, pressing a chaste kiss just below your clit making you shudder.
"I know...not fair is it? Don't worry I'll make it all better sweetheart..."
He taps his thick cock on your aching heat before sinking in, both of you hissing at the stretch. Your head falls back on the mattress as he sets a brutal pace. His hands are set firmly by your head as he hovers above you. You grip his arms and accept his kisses, letting him have his way but as your legs wrap around his waist he knows you are desperate for more.
He drags his teeth across your chest and sucks at your nipples, making your back arch in twisted pleasure.
"Gonna fill you up sweetheart. You're gonna lay here until I'm satisfied that your filled to the brim, ya hear me?"
You moan and drag your nails down his back as he pounds into you, your walls fluttering around him.
"Bucky... I-, Bucky, I'm gonna-"
He growls and presses his forehead to yours.
"That's it sweetheart, just let go for me..."
Your body lets go and you cry out as he growls in your ear, and you feel him empty into you as you crash into your climax.
You lay there panting for a moment before he sits up and gathers you into his arms.
"So the honeymoon can carry on for one more day?"
He chuckles and presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead. "Fine with me..."
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Also I think that when you really start thinking about babies he assumes that he'll still be in charge and allowed to do as he pleases, taking his pleasure as he likes.
"You won't be doing anything like that if I'm carrying your baby. You'll be doing as you're told..."
He baulks at this. No one tells him what to do. They haven't done for years. People might offer opinions that he takes into consideration. But he's not being told what to do. By his wife. Is he?
You watch his face go through a journey of emotions and you giggle, straddling his waist and loosely wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing some soft kisses to his cheeks and lips.
He grunts before looking at your beautiful face. Glowing with mischief and yet full of love and a little bit of nervousness. You don't normally push him like this.
"Forgive me, but am I not the king? Who am I supposed to answer to?"
His hands drift up under the shirt you are wearing and rock you gently on his lap."
"But I'm the Queen, so surely you answer to me?"
He cocks a brow and thinks again for a moment, before dragging you closer and pressing a kiss to your waiting lips, your fingers gentle on his beard as you sigh with pleasure.
"Alright, you're in charge....but don't tell anyone..."
Hello! Do you perhaps have recommendations for Alpha!bucky?
Alpha!Bucky
masterlist | req masterlist
ONESHOT
Crave by @harrylovex
you realise that you can’t survive your heat without bucky.
intensional by @noctumbra
alpha!bucky sends you a shirtless pic and then offers to spend your heat with him. feelings ensue.
scent by @noctumbra
“you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.
vanilla by @noctumbra
his scent was the other thing that made you go stupid other than his eyes: leather, a bit of vanilla, oranges and wet wood.
wet by @noctumbra
your mating sessions are always intense with bucky.
butterfly by @idy-ll-ique
bucky's going into rut. y/n volunteers to help him. feelings come out.
Let Me Love You by @slothspaghettiwrites
When an Omega is feeling very anxious or nervous their Alpha will hold them close while gently crooning and scenting them until they calm down.
Dating apps are stupid by @buckylattes
You decide to download this dating app, well….Natasha persuades you into it. You make a profile and agree to just have it for a week. If nothing becomes of it then you can delete it. But….you swipe right on this handsome man who’s description shows him out to be a gentleman like you’re looking for. So…what happens when he matches with you???
make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb
Bucky keeps his distance from you thinking you can do better than him. but he loses all his restraints when he sees you with another alpha.
to love is to burn by @bonky-n-steeb
You go into heat at the worst moment in the history of time, maybe ever.
took one hit and I was gone by @bonky-n-steeb
after the rise of hydra, your entire life turned into a living nightmare. you lost everything you held precious, your job, your house, your degree, even hope. but then you’re assigned as a mate to him, your enemy and your only ray of hope, James Buchanan Barnes.
little red riding hood by @bonky-n-steeb
your big bad alpha chases you across the woods.
Break Lights by @boxofbonesfic
his omega by @bucksfucks
bucky helps you through an expected heat.
ever since by @syntheticavenger
Bucky Barnes finds his center in a late night subway ride.
By Chance by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction
Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.
Feral by @bucknastysbabe
And You’re Mine by @winterarmyy
In which Bucky, the big, scary, 'undesired alpha' was tricked into a blind date where he met his precious little omega.
Protector by @rookthorne
After an eternity of being held against your will, and just as long having been forced to watch your alpha suffer at the hands of the wicked, an opportunity arose. An opportunity so rare, so unique, that it would never be offered again. It was time to escape, and it was time to bathe the halls in their blood – never again would you be held by the bars of a cell, not if he could stop it.
SERIES
Heart and Soul by @all1e23
Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them. She didn’t need an Alpha, and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that. Not again.No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.
Better Like This by @simsadventures
You are the newest addition to New York’s elite team of Detectives concentrating on domestic violence and rape, which everyone calls the Avengers. You are an Omega, very bubbly and open to everyone around you, and everyone is super sweet to you, except one person- Bucky, your true mate. Will you be able to destroy the walls he has been building around his heart for years, or will he reject you and break your heart forever?
Some Alpha by @ofstarsandvibranium
Bucky is an Alpha, but can never seem to find someone who wants him to be their Alpha. Until he finds you, a Beta, who’s as firey as an Alpha, yet also tender-hearted like an Omega.
Heal by @chucksfavouriteprophet
For months you managed to distance yourself from Bucky Barnes, the alpha you long for. But one night you have no choice but to comfort him, something which brings out emotions in both of you. Except it also brings out emotions in the Winter Solider, which results in a devastating turn of events that neither of you might be able to come back from.
All The King’s Men by @nastybuckybarnes
Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.
Mr. Grumpy by @holylulusworld
Bucky hates omegas. You change his mind.
knife play by @helvonasche
They're on the run and Bucky goes into rut.
Knight In Rusty Armor by @revengingbarnes
For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home.One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.
Im in the middle of writing this smutty fic with arranged marriage and King Bucky and in the middle of writing it, i had another thot pop up which I have to get out right now like RIGHT NOW.
Imagine soft king Bucky on your wedding night. Its the first time you’ve ever been intimate with someone and your anxiety has been high all night because you know the maids and servants will inspect the sheets the next morning, your honor and dignity thrown to the wind.
But that's the way things were.
You gave yourself to him, letting him touch you and make love to you, sealing the both of you together as you had promised in your vows. He was careful and soft, cradling your body to his, focused on knowing you would be protected along his side, putting your pleasure before his.
You wanted to melt into him, feel every ounce of the love he was willing to give but anxiety held you from letting go, worried about the aftermath, worried about if he see you were pure.
The euphoria that consumed you both pulsed through you as you sat up, your stomach dropping at the stark white sheets. You scrambled up slightly in hopes of something but the sheets were anything but tainted, pure and clean as if you’d never laid on his bed.
“I’m-I’m sorry-” Tears well in your eyes, panic rising in your chest, fearing the anger he’d feel, seeing you as tainted and impure.
“What for darling” He whispered, concerned etched on his face as you let out a choked sob, not knowing what you could possibly go, there was no evidence to show you were pure, untouched before him, to show that he was the only man to have you this way. You squeezed your legs shut, curling up in a ball, shame consuming you, already hearing the words the kingdom would brand you. “My princess?”
“I didn’t-I don’t understand, the sheets- you’re the only one I’ve-” You trembled as he pulled you into his arms, shutting your eyes, unable to watch his disappointment when he saw who he married. Bucky’s brows furrowed, taking a moment to understand why you were so distressed, hiding your face away. He thought over your words, tension crawling up his back, his jaw clenching when he understood your fear. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, keeping you close to his chest, pressing a firm kiss to your head, his lips brushing your hair as he spoke.
“I agreed to marry the intelligent and headstrong princess to rule by my side because her mind and beauty had my heart when I saw her. A fierce woman fit to be by me, when she rode her horse into my kingdom alone, demanding justice for her people without fear of what could happen to her”
He reminisced the day you strode into his castle, head held high, not a drop of fear in your eyes with a dagger strapped to your hip, sword firm in your hand.
He fell in love before you opened your sweet lips to tell him right off.
“Look at me princess” He cupped your cheeks making you meet his intense gaze, thumbing away the tears that streaked your cheeks, “I shared my bed with you because I wanted to love you in in every way possible, not as a test of your worth”
You were still tensed, curling up into him further while he moved you to lay on top of him, your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He pulled the covers over you, protecting you in a cocoon of warmth, tilting your chin to meet his eyes again.
“You have my heart, that is as pure as it gets” tucking your hair away from your face, pulling you in for a kiss to your lips. “No one else gets to decide that, princess, no one”
Summary: Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.
A/n: The way that I am fucking exhausted. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, sorry it’s so late, I’m just... idk. Anyway, enjoy. I love you all very much.
!!DO NOT COPY/TRANSLATE/REPOST MY WORK!!
SERIES MASTERLIST
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The journey to Veronia is longer than you remember, but with each passing moment, your inner Omega grows more and more restless.
So close to her alpha, yet so far away.
All you need is to see him. That should shut her up long enough for you to have a conversation about what you want, what you deserve.
“Your Majesty!” Steve exclaims when you enter the Palace, your brother and Pietro following close behind.
“Where is he?”
Steve doesn’t need you to say who you’re looking for.
“He is in his chambers, but I would advise against seeing him for the time being. He... isn’t well.”
You look at him for a long moment before walking past him.
The palace smells exactly how it did when you left, though there is one distinct smell that is missing.
“I will see him and I will do so now. Unless there is something he is trying to hide from me?”
Steve splutters for a moment before shaking his head vigorously.
“No! Of course not. I just, for your own safety, Your Majesty, I would advise against.”
You purse your lips and nod, walking the familiar route to the King’s chambers with the three Alpha’s trailing behind you.
“I thank you for your input. If it is truly an issue, then you all may remain outside if I am in danger.”
He huffs a sigh but otherwise says nothing more.
As you round the last corner before the king’s chambers, you’re struck with his scent hanging so thickly in the air that you may as well have walked into a wall.
“He’s in rut,” you murmur, your inner Omega guiding you closer slowly while the three Alphas grow uneasy.
There’s a loud snarl from inside the King’s chambers as he smells the approaching men, your scent shrouded by theirs.
“Your Majesty, he is going feral. I cannot, in good conscience, allow you anywhere near him,” Steve whispers, wincing when his King snarls again.
“You may stand outside if you are worried. He will not harm me.” You say the words firmly, though there’s a small twinge of doubt in the back of your mind.
The last time you thought he wouldn’t hurt you he proved you wrong.
Before anyone can speak another word, you push into the King’s chambers.
His scent wraps you in an embrace and clouds your thoughts, and your inner omega preens.
It’s a strange comfort, that missing piece finally found now that you’re near him.
He growls lowly, head digging into the pillows while he fists his cock.
“Alpha,” the word slips out before you can stop it and his head snaps up so quickly it’s a miracle his neck doesn’t break.
His eyes are flaming red as he stares at you and you take a hesitant step back.
“Omega,” he almost whimpers, tossing his head back and digging it into the pillows as he struggles to remain composed.
“You should not be here... I cannot control myself.”
His voice is strained and gravelly and has slick pooling between your thighs.
“Your Majesty, it is not safe for you to be near him when he is like this,” Pietro’s voice pierces through the atmosphere of the room with sharpness like that of a knife.
James growls loudly, his eyes burning with red flames straight from the fiery pits of Hell at the sight of another Alpha’s hands on you.
“He may not mean to, but Alphas are unpredictable when feral.”
Your husband snarls again, pushing himself into a seated position with his deadly gaze trained on Pietro.
You pull your dagger from its place on your hip and point it at the King, growling to match him.
“You will not make another threatening move. I do not care that you are in rut, if you so much as breathe aggressively toward us I will cut off your cock and shove it down your throat.”
His top lip curls into something that’s half frown half grimace, and slowly he lowers to the bed.
“Omega,” he moans, shaking his head and taking deep breaths of your scent, wishing his nose was pressed to your neck so he could bask in it even more.
Pietro is stunned at how the King listens to you but says nothing on the subject.
“He has been like this for days, Your Majesty. He refuses any... offered help,” Steve whispers, his eyes trained on his King in case a hostile move is made.
“He had a rut only weeks ago,” you reply, brows drawn together in confusion.
When James lets out another moan of pain, you take a slow step back.
“Perhaps we should continue this conversation elsewhere. I doubt my scent is helping matters.”
The other Alphas nod and follow you out of the King’s chambers and toward the library.
“The healer thinks it is because of the fresh bond you share. Though she does not know how long it will last without his mate,” Steve explains.
You nod slowly, thinking over his words.
“Has she said what may happen if he goes unaided through his rut?” Elden asks, narrowed eyes focused on Steve. As an Alpha, he knows the risks of enduring a rut alone.
Steve releases a heavy sigh and drops his head.
“She believes that if he endures alone, he will go completely feral to the point where, by law, he will be killed and his next of Kin will take the throne. That would be you, Your Majesty.”
You blink dumbly at the blond for a long while before shaking your head.
“Why has he not accepted the help of anyone? I’m sure Lady Sharon would be more than willing to help him,” you mutter bitterly, rubbing your biceps at the memory of her hands on you.
“We have not seen nor heard from Lady Sharon since your disappearance, Your Majesty. It seems she is hiding from the consequences of her actions. And as for the King... well... whenever it was suggested that we bring him a partner, he refused. He nearly attacked Natalia when she brought it up a second time.”
Why would he be so against a partner?
That is the only option if he wishes to remain a King. Hell, if he wishes to remain alive.
“I will go have words with him.”
As tempting as it is to take control over his Kingdom, there is no way you would not be usurped by the members of his council.
And you’re not ready to have your own Kingdom to rule, not yet.
You wanted the King to die so you could escape and return to your home, not so you could take all that is his.
If he dies, then all of his responsibilities fall onto your shoulders, and that is something you cannot handle right now.
“Are you sure you want to do that? It's dangerous and he’s especially strong,” Elden warns, a hand finding your shoulder gently.
You nod at him, your eyes softening at the worry clouding his eyes.
“He obeyed when I threatened him. If you wish to stand outside, you may. But I cannot have your scent in the room, it will only further aggravate him.”
He reluctantly nods, knowing he has no choice but to obey even if he doesn’t like it. This is, after all, your Kingdom.
You return to the King’s chambers and slowly make your way inside, your inner omega whining for her Alpha.
“Omega,” he whines, sweat glistening on his thick chest.
“You will die if you do not accept the help offered to you,” you say firmly, crossing your arms over your chest and standing at the end of the bed.
He only whines again, crawling to you and shaking his head.
“If it is not you, I do not want it.”
Your heart skips a beat at his confession, but you are not going to forgive him so easily.
“You would die, give up your throne and your Kingdom, for this?”
He nods without hesitation, trembling fingers reaching out and brushing across your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“You said being bonded to me is a fate worse than death itself. I now know how you feel. For being without you has brought me a pain that I would not wish upon my most hated enemies. If I cannot rule with you by my side, then I do not want to rule at all. Life is meaningless if you are not in it.”
You watch him for a long moment before letting out a slow breath and dropping your arms.
“The things you have done to me will not be forgotten,” you whisper, eyes focused on his.
He drops his head in shame and you can almost feel his inner Alpha howling in agony.
“But to sentence you to death is not a punishment fitting of your crime. I will not allow you to destroy yourself and leave your Kingdom Kingless. Not like this.”
Slowly, so very slowly, his eyes raise up to meet yours, a thousand questions swimming in them as they flicker between blue and red.
You hold his gaze for a long while, lifting your chin slightly and asserting your dominance over the situation.
He reluctantly drops his head again, submitting to you if only for the moment.
“Omega,” he whispers, his voice low and gravelly, a soft plea for you to do something, anything.
“I’m here, Alpha.”
You slowly untie your dress and drop it to the floor, stepping out of it and standing before him as bare as the day you were born.
His eyes devour your figure and a possessive growl rumbles lowly in his chest.
You crawl onto the bed slowly, only for him to grab you as soon as you’re near enough.
You find yourself beneath him in an instant, his nose buried in your neck while he ruts his hips against your thigh like a teenager, desperate for release.
One of your hands pushes at his chest and he whines softly, ceasing the sound when you roll over and push onto your hands and knees, arching your back and presenting for him.
“My Omega,” he murmurs, dragging his hot cock through your folds while dropping his head to your neck, desperate to scent you.
“Knot me, Alpha. I’m yours.” You don’t think about the words before you speak them, far too lost in the bliss of having your Alpha back.
He growls softly, the sound vibrating against your throat as he snaps his hips forward, sheathing himself inside you with ease.
The stretch of his cock against your walls has your mouth dropping open and your eyes rolling back.
It’s a type of fullness that you’re not sure you can live without. How you managed to go without it for so long is beyond you.
His lips travel the length of your neck, sucking and marking wherever he can reach.
Now that he has you beneath him, he’s never going to let you go.
For the briefest of moments, you allow yourself to forget about how he wronged you, how he hurt and humiliated you.
For the tiniest moment, you allow yourself to be his mate. To truly be his.
Beneath him, with his strong body caging you against the bed and his hot lips on your throat, you feel wanted.
You feel cared for.
You feel loved.
His thrusts become erratic quickly, his knot swelling as he pistons his hips impossibly faster.
“Up, Omega. I want to feel you.” He dips one hand down your body, tilting your pelvis back and allowing him to hit deeper inside of you while his fingers find your clit.
You whine softly, arching further into him as his knot catches inside of you, hot bursts of his cum painting your walls white.
His teeth find the familiar grooves in your neck and the intensity of it paired with his expert fingers on your clit have you falling headfirst into an Earth-shattering orgasm.
Your hands clench the bedsheets by your head, squeezing the fabric into your fists as your cunt spasms and your body hums with electricity.
You don’t notice his hands move until they’re on top of yours, smoothing out your fists gently and interlacing his fingers through yours over the back of your hand.
His chest heaves as he catches his breath, nuzzling his nose against your neck then slowly rolling the two of you onto your sides, your back pressed tightly against his chest.
You feel content.
Whole and happy after so long.
So you bask in it.
Though there are many mistakes that you have not forgotten, you allow yourself some peace, if only for now.
His voice breaks through the haze of sleep threatening to pull you under, soft and gentle, such a sharp contrast from what you’ve grown accustomed to.
“I made you a promise, sweet Omega. One I will not break. You are all I could ever want and all I will ever need.”
💖 fae king!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (no body descriptions but Bucky calls you his Queen)
🌸 a/n: title and inspo from @treatbuckywkisses beautiful moodboard! I loved it the moment I saw it earlier today and when I went to write this the words just kept coming out lol I hope you like it!! 🥺🥺🥺
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Slowly blinking to adjust to the light streaming on your face, you opened your eyes. The world around you was much different than the one you had fallen asleep in just moments ago on your blanket at the park.
"What-Where am I?"
"There's my Queen," a deep, familiar voice rumbled to your left. "I was worried you had been left to the Mists."
You turned to the voice, to the man you had met just hours ago. Dressed in a lavish, princely get up and adorned with a crown stood a man who had not long ago introduced himself to you simply as "Bucky". He still looked well and good like a prince, but with the obvious addition of large, ornate, shimmering wings, he looked like a prince of the faeries.
"You have wings."
"That I do, sweetheart. Aren't they magnificent?"
They were. You wanted to reach out and touch but they looked like they were made of dew drops and pure sunlight; opalescent, like fresh rain on a red rose. You retreated your curious hand before you could sully his magnificence, ruin the dream and make it come untrue.
"Where am I? Who are you?"
He stepped closer to you and the bed of flora you were sat upon; a soft cushion of leaves and petals and grass of all kinds.
Bucky took your hand and lifted it to his lips. The crown perched atop his floof of hair shifted as his pink petal lips pressed ever so lightly on the back of your hand.
"I am Prince James Buchanan Barnes, Lord of the Fae. You, my sweet, are in my kingdom."
He kept your hand in his as your mind swam in confusion, trying to surface. It feels like that time when you were six, when you fell in the community pool and still didn't know how to get your feet under you.
"Your kingdom?"
It felt silly. A dream. Childish and strange.
But there was Bucky, grinning down at you like he was ready to show you everything, show you how he carried the world in the palm of his hand.
"Are you sure this isn't a dream?"
"I'm sure."
You took another look around you at the sprawling meadow. The green and the leaves, the colors and the scent of millions of flowers floating on the breeze, the lichen and its wet and cool softness.
You nod your head and match Bucky's grin, letting him pull you to your feet and into his waiting arms.
"Well then, my Queen. Let me show you your kingdom."
Summary: A princess in your own right, you were sent by your father to marry the King when you became of age. The waiting had extended indefinitely as you waited in your holdfast hearing tales of the philanderer you had as a betrothed
Entertaining yourself among horse riding, sword training, and all the books and advisors you can have, you wait patiently. Losing all hopes, you send him a nude painting of yourself, confident that he will never see it, nor it will interest him, oh how wrong you were.
You were called upon court, to be finally betrothed to your King
Pairing: King!Bucky Barnes x Princess!FemReader (very ambiguously described)
Warnings: +18, Angsty (sometimes), Smut, Fluffy (very), Violence (Not towards reader), sexy timesss, Bucky is kind of a philanderer sorry, infidelity, sword fighting, cursing, war, and all that comes with it, tags to be added by chapter to avoid extreme spoilers
Chracters involved: aahhh all of them, Steve, Tony, Sam, Sharon, Nat, Sarah, Vis, Wanda, and I won´t say more because THE VILLAINSSSS it´s going down
Word Count Total : TBD
Notes: This is what happens when I rewatch The Tudors
I´m excited to publish this one, I´ve been working on it for quite sometime. I really like how the prologue turned out
*I made the Header and the spacer, with pictures I found on google! If you want to use it, I'd be honored, just let me know :)
Prologue
Chapter 1: the trials
Part 1
Part 2
Chapter 2 : All new
Chapter 3 : Just you and me, and mistress makes three
Chapter 4 : The wedding
Chapter 5 : The Night
Chapter 6 : Let them eat cake
Chapter 7 : The coronation
Chapter 8 : Your birthday celebrations
Chapter 9 : Trouble in paradise
Chapter 10 : The mess I made
Chapter 11 : Their royal highness
Chapter 12: the calm before the storm
Chapter 13: When I lost you(coming soon)
I´m calculating there would be like 30 chapters! we have a long road ahead! wii
