Chapters: 10/?
Fandom: Captain America (Chris Evans Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Darcy Lewis, Sarah Rogers (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones (Marvel), Matt Murdock, Kahhori (Marvel), Maya Lopez, Joaquín Torres (Marvel), T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Ramonda (Marvel), Frank Castle, Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Kate Bishop, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Carol Danvers, Maria Rambeau, Nick Fury, Taneleer Tivan, Logan | Wolverine (X-Men), Robert "Bob" Reynolds (Marvel), Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Mary Jane Watson, Ned Leeds, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winifred Barnes, Claire Temple, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins
Additional Tags: Werewolves, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Werewolf Mates, Modern AU, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternative Werewolf Lore, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Angst, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Lonely Bucky Barnes, Lonely Steve Rogers, Protective Steve Rogers, Found Family, isolated community, Pining Bucky Barnes, Dogs, So many dogs in this one, Everyone gets a dog!, Fluff, Humor, Smut, Angst, HEA Guaranteed, Slow Burn, Like I can't express how slow, But it's sooo worth it y'all, NOT OMEGAVERSE, I really can't stress enough about how this is not Omegaverse or A/B/O, They're just werewolves gang
Summary:
The scent was all.
The scent was all, and he’d lost it.
He staggered through the burning woods, desperate for shelter, for water, for air, along the only path the fire permitted him, a rock ledge that overlooked the river, stained brown from all the blood, all the carnage of the battle that still raged in the valley below. A fog of black, sooty smoke loomed in between the trees, but thinned out on the ledge. He cradled his mangled arm as he lurched forward, forward on a pair of swollen ankles, shackle-scarred legs, desperate for escape from he knew not what.
He only knew it was evil—pure, invincible evil—and if he shifted, they would have him. His wolf was fierce but fair-minded, a creature of instinct and hunger—and instinct, he had discovered, could be manipulated, wielded, owned.
The man with no name would die before he would be owned again.
In which Bucky is a lonely, determined, but tormented wolf searching for his mate while shepherding an adorable pack of rescue dogs around the West Coast, and Steve is the righteous but grief-stricken Alpha of an idyllic werewolf pack, who'll do anything it takes to keep his wolves safe under the constant threat of a HYDRA attack.
Chapter 10: I Hunt For You With Bloodied Feet Across The Hallowed Ground
Snippet:
“It’s me.” Steve spoke the words as if they might shatter if he gave them too much voice. To force himself hear them; to give them life. “It’s me, I’m…” He chanced a glance up at Bucky, and… oh. “You knew.”
Bucky pressed his fingers to his mouth, as if trying to contain Steve’s kiss. Even in the low light, Steve could see him tremble. He looked terrified. Part of Steve wanted to pushed back into his arms, cup his face, soothe him, kiss him, but he still felt like a foal taking its first steps, weak and wobbly and unsure.
“All along?” he demanded, before he could stop himself, his chest an open wound.
“S-Steve…” Bucky mewled. But then the strength, the incredible strength that Steve had recognized in him from the first reared up, and he took a bold step forward. “I did. From the moment we met. I thought… But then I felt the block.”
“The block stopped this?” Steve reeled. “For months?”
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'The lone wolf dies but the pack survives' by Speechless_since_1998
Author: @mylifeisfruk4ever
Unexpectedly, Tim hugged him, and giggled against his fur, "You're soft!"
The wolf made a happy sound. He liked the puppy. He would take Tim with him, to safety.
Bruce took him by the scruff of the neck, receiving a sound of pure joy. He took Tim to Wayne Manor, and when Alfred opened the door, he found Bruce with Tim.
At the sight of the five-year-old, Alfred just sighed and shook his head.
Notes: I have no excuse. Check out Taishispit on Tumblr, they’re good with requests and in general, and helped me realize that I needed some more sub! Mixed in with dom! Tai-chan :3
Setting: Male! reader as a fox hybrid, is entranced with Tai-chan, captain of the guard, thus sparking reader’s bright idea of courting the blonde. With a misunderstanding that could easily be avoided with words, said blonde surprises reader by breaking into his home to finally give him what they both want.
Warnings: Porn with some angst and hurt with comfort and fluffy plot. Mainly an excuse to try writing different things than my usual writing style <3
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You yipped in surprise on how easily he had lifted you, pinning your back against the wall as he grinded his dick against yours, kissing you rather roughly in fervor. You whined, locking your legs around his waist as his hands dug further into the cheeks of your ass, keeping you lifted and pinned as your tail swished.
A year. You’ve been wasting your time and efforts onto him for a whole year when you’ve first seen him. He was beautiful, large, round and buff, and having enough at being alone, you’ve decided that you wanted the captain of the guard, of all people, to be your mate.
“Is this what you’ve been wantin’? You desperate slut?” He growled out into your sensitive ear, and you couldn’t help but choke out a needy whine as your legs widened, letting him in closer to rough up your sensitive thighs and leaking cock. You weren’t expecting this, but yes, this is what you’ve been wanting.
You knew that instead of being flattered by your gifts of raw fish, berries, and other useful things, he was annoyed and baffled. You didn’t miss a day from your courting, making sure that he knew that you were available, and would provide the things that he could ever need or want. It wasn’t easy, at first. He would brush you off, make excuses to go elsewhere, and ignore you.
Oh, you would not have that at all, and were pretty determined. Not a day would you miss to hunt him down. You were generous with words, gifts, and let your tail brush up against him, having him smell like your scent, never failed in making your dick twitch with need in the late hours of the night in your home.
Brick by brick, you’ve carved your way towards him, loving and hurting by the chase. You were rewarded with your efforts, though. You’d start earning flustered blushes, constant looks, and even small pats of affection. He’d eventually opened up to you, breaking the wall of ice between the two of you. It made you so damned happy, that you tried to win him over, even harder.
Of course, the dam had to finally break. It took you a long time for you to realize, that he didn’t know that you were courting him. He just thought that you were an obsessive weirdo, your thoughts took towards a bleak turn. He didn’t return your feelings, he would probably be glad that his obsessive stalker had finally left.
So, one day, you just didn’t show up at the training grounds. Your usual, peppy presence wasn’t there to greet him or the guards, nor were you there to basically fawn over the Tsundere captain as he would blush furiously or snark at you. You’ve decided that finally, your heart can’t take enough of the pleasurable pain that it has been enduring for a whole year and some months, and you had decided to just keep to yourself. Maybe move away to another village and never think about your heartache ever again.
Imagine to your surprise, that the door to your little makeshift house had slammed open with a violent fervor. The person of your woes and dreams standing there, looking at you with such a heated and annoyed expression, that you couldn’t help but feel your dick begin to stir to life.
“So, ya had enough of me, is that it? Couldn’t get whattya wanted, n’ now you’re bored?” He all but hissed, and your eyes widened with surprise. Where did that come from? He cut the space between the both of you, leering down at you with a hurt and angry expression, and you opened your mouth to say something, but couldn’t, for he gripped the back of your head, and basically slammed it against his into a rough, dirty kiss.
So here you were now, him chucking off his and your clothes, rutting up against your own arousal with an angry, aroused fervor as he held you up against the wall. Although not entering you, he changed the position of his dick to where it was sliding against your hole, the hot head and precum stimulating your twitching entrance as he bucked his hips, gripping you tightly as he growled into your ears.
“Bet your greedy hole’ll suck me in, huh? That’s whattya wanted from the start, right? Have it fucked n’ filled?” You didn’t know if he was just talking dirty, but you found yourself half-caring, liking the way that he was finally getting the hint. Of course, you need to stress to him that you’re wanting just more than that.
“I-I want you to be my mate, as well! ‘S why I’ve been courting you.” You grunted, and he slowed, leaning his forehead against yours, as if reading your expression.
“You have, haven’t you? Right from the start. Kami, I’m such a dumbass. I’m gonna fuck you stupid. Ya like that idea?” He growled out, and you hastily nodded. He pushed you into his chest, fully carrying your weight as he searched for your bedroom. With some frantic ramblings on where it is, he put you down, only to turn you around, having your face and hands shoved against the wall, ass higher in the air instead of you on your actual bed.
“Ya have any oil?” He grunted out, liking the way your tail kept swishing wildly with want as you peeked up at him almost with shyness.
“There’s some herbal oil in the cupboard. It should work.” Was all you said before he left hastily, but not before a gruff “stay” as you complied. It didn’t take too long, much to your surprise. He was already back with the small round wooden jar. You admit, looking at the angry red erection that he was sporting, both scared and excited you.
“Ready?” He grunted out. You nodded, hugging close to the wall, while he spread your legs, opening the jar, and rubbing generous a generous amount of the oil onto his fingers, staring at your hole and leaking cock with want.
You let out a little yip of surprise as you felt a cool finger trace your entrance, swirling around the hole before finally entering with little resistance.
“Ya know,” He began talking as he massaged your tight insides gently. “why I’m so pissed?” You shuddered at his cool tone, shaking your head.
“Some work buddies said that a certain little fox was gettin’ bored, an’ was gonna find somebody to fuck ‘cause I wouldn’t do it to him. First I tried to brush it off,” He said, tone getting darker as he scissored you now with two fingers, slowly and yet gently opening you up, despite his scowl.
“then, images keep poppin’ in my head that you’re out fuckin’ getting stuffed with somebody else’s dick, n’ it just pissed me off to no end. So I came to a realization.” He continued as four fingers were opening you up nice and wide, his other hand cupping your balls, squeezing them gently. You jolted as his face pressed against your hole where his fingers were.
“W-what’s tha-O-oh!” You cried as a hot, wet warm tongue began to prod your entrance, along with his fingers.
“Tai-chan, that’s dirty!” You all but squealed, and he chuckled, ignoring you as he began tugging at your dick, your precum smearing all over his hand and dripping onto the floor as your arms tried their best to hold yourself up against the wall. Your knees felt weak at the gentle prodding that he was doting onto you, and you found your hips bucking along with his fingers as he finally had hit that special spot within you that made you see galaxies.
“T-Tai-chan! I’m gonna-!” You bucked into his tight grasp, keening as his pace sped up, your face pressed against the wall as you let him fuck you with his fingers and tongue as he was jerking you off in a rather fast pace. You stilled as you spurted all over your wall, leaving a trail of a white messy goop to clean up, afterwords. Right now, your head was in the clouds of your high, and you felt relieved, but still empty.
“You’re mine, and only mine.” He growled out after a few moments of silence, breaking away from your entrance as he stood up. You groaned at the loss of the contact, already missing the feeling of being full, and shuddered on how such words that you’ve been wanting to hear had impacted you.
You looked behind you, being greeted by the sight of him rubbing the oil on his dick as he stared at you with a feral, hungry expression. You swallowed thickly, unsure of how it will fit, and was the wall really a good idea?
“Don’t worry, Dumplin’, I’ll hold ya up so that you won’t fall.” He reassured you, and you relaxed a little.
“W-why can’t we just use the bed?” You stuttered.
“Ya wanna use the bed? Alright.” He pulled you up, your legs shaking from standing up for too long, and he gave you a mock sympathetic look that hardly masked his hunger and glinting pride.
“Poor thing. You’re not use to this, aren’t you?” He cooed as you flopped onto the bed, your shaking knees resting far apart while he crawled in between them.
“Shoulda realized shit, sooner, huh? Yer a handsome thing, so pretty n’ soft.” He murmured, his nicer behavior was sharply contrast against his rough, dominant one as he smoothed over one of your ears, and then brushing over your tail, liking the way the soft appendage waved at the attention. He wasn’t done, kissing your trembling thighs softly, sucking lightly on the soft flesh as you whimpered out, only for him to hum and smooth down your legs with his palm, kissing your knees gently, relaxing you further.
“Tai-chan.” You whimpered out.
“What is it, Sweetling?” He purred at your almost desperate look.
“Can I bite you? Claim you as my mate, now?”
“Oh? Is that how ya do it? I can’t bite ya back, not in the way you can, but I’ll mark up yer skin everyday. Yeah, go ahead. Make me yours.” He hummed as he exposed his neck. Sure, he didn’t have scent glands like your kind, did, and his teeth weren’t sharp enough to claim yours, but you’ll make it work. He’s your human, after all.
“I’ve never did this, you know. It lasts for life, are you okay with that?” You found yourself asking, and he looked at you with surprise, and then a dark, heavy look in which surprised you.
“So foxes mate fer life?”
“Yes?”
“Hm. So...this is your first experience?” He leered at you in such as way, you swallowed thickly.
“Shut up.” You growled out in annoyance, and he chuckled lowly, sending embers further down your spine.
“Fuck. Come here n’ bite me, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you into yer mattress, soon.” He growled out, as he pulled you up onto his lap, exposing his neck. You weaved your fingers through his, squeezing gently as you licked at the exact spot in which you wanted to bite as a foreshadowing on what was about to come. Then, you bit him. He stilled with shock as your fangs pierced the skin, drawing blood as you hastily cleaned it up, trying to make it quick and as less messy as possible.
“I’m sorry, Taishiro.” You murmured out his name as your thumb rubbed against his palm apologetically. He hummed gently, pleased by your affections.
“Don’t worry about it, Handsome. So sweet to me, as always.” He purred, kissing your cheek, and then your lips gently as he leaned you back down.
“Are ya ready for the main course?” He asked. You nodded. Kissing you, he made sure that you had a pillow underneath your hips, as well as loosened before he added some extra oil onto his dick, eyeing your expression closely. You nodded, and he guided himself to your entrance. It was a slow process, him sliding into you gently, stilling whenever you tensed, him reminding you to relax as he kissed you softly. It was a whole other contrast from earlier, but you loved the softer side of him, too.
You felt so full and stretched, and noticed that his dick was resting on the spot in which drove you crazy. You felt so taken care of.
He leaned down, slotting himself against your own body, your own cock and nipples rubbing against his stomach and chest, as his forehead rested against yours, hands intertwined.
“Lemme take care of you, alright? You deserve this.” He murmured, kissing you softly as you couldn’t help but keen at the affection as your tail brushed up against him.
“I feel full.” You opted, instead, and he grinned, rocking his hips ever so slightly at your prostate, causing you to let out a choked sound.
“T-Taishiro~!” You couldn’t help it.
“Faster?”
“Fuck me into the mattress like you said.” You demanded, and hoisting your right leg over your shoulder, he sunken even deeper as he then complied. You couldn’t think, all you could do is feel and look at his face. Biting his lip, brows furrowed, he looked as if he was trying not to come inside of you, just yet, but you paid that no mind, you were feeling him just hit that spot over and over again as his hips snapped to meet yours in a desperate fervor. Your dick bobbed from the movements, leaking precum onto everything as you began panting out his name, feeling tears and drool frothing from you as your hips tried to meet his faster movements.
Your bedding shook violently at his movements as your brain went blank. You weren’t going to last, long, but neither was he. Taking the hint, his hand wrapped around your dick, jerking it off to the animistic thrusting of his hips.
“So! Fuckin’ tight!” He growled into your ear, nipping at the furred shell as your mind faltered.
“I’m gonna-! Taishiro!” You found yourself shouting out as white enveloped your vision, your body spasmed as you came onto his hand and the both of your chests and your hole tightened.
“Damn!” He as well called out your name, hips sloppily faltering as he shot his load inside of you. You groaned at the hot seed coating your raw insides, thighs tightening their grip around him as he stilled, back arched as he gripped your hands tightly. He rolled you on top of him, collapsing as the both of you breathed heavily, the aftershocks still coming into the both of you like waves. You groaned, realizing that he was lazily still rocking his hips, burying his seed deeper within you.
After what seemed to be a millennia, his dick softened as he gingerly pulled out of you, the both hissing at the loss of contact. You felt his essence leak out of you, and you honestly didn’t hate the strange feeling. He started kissing you gently, bringing you back to reality.
“Are you okay, Baby?” He hummed out the question as his hands smoothed over your ruffled ears, then sliding gently down to your back, rubbing soothing circles as he stared at you with a concerned look. You kissed him.
“You’re amazing. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Darlin’, but I don’t think we’re done, here.” He didn’t hesitate the words, and you crooned.
“What do you mean?”
“Your turn. You wanna fuck me, right?”
“Make love, actually.” Your heartbeat sped up at the thought, finally getting to have him underneath you. He kissed you.
“Sap. Get me ready, alright?” He smiled, and you grabbed the jar that he’d set aside, thrilled at the aspect.
You didn’t waste much time, giving him the same gentle treatment that he’d given you, returning the little kisses on the inside of his thigh and knees as he looked at up at you with such a soft expression.
“Always been so good to me, haven’t ya? Such a good mate.” He groaned out as your fingers hit his prostate, you mentally remembering where it was.
“Is this your first time, too?” You couldn’t help but ask. Your hand was on his dick, fingers stretching him out gently as his hole fluttered around them. He groaned.
“First time bottoming, yeah. Oooh~! Baby, do that again.” He demanded, rocking his hips sharply against your hands. You kissed his thigh, obliging to his demands. You wanted to take more time with him, as he did you. The both of your dicks heavy and erect, now, and you were getting a little tired and were a little sore from the first round. Yet, you wanted to please your mate.
“I love you, Taishiro.” You opted, instead, breaking away from you ministrations. He looked like the mess that you were, earlier. Hooded eyes greeted you as drool pooled down his chin, his face flushed.
“Love ya, too. Now fill me up, Buttercup.” He said, and you agreed. Copying his earlier administrations, you hissed as the cool oil slid down your dick, slimy and sticky, but it was perfect. You followed his example as you began to slide into him. Hot and tight heat gripped you as you looked at his reactions.
“Oh fuck, that feels good.” He growled out, and you were surprised. You weren’t all the way in, yet, and already he looked debauched. Taking your cue, you let yourself be consumed by the heat, liking the way his walls gripped you so tightly as he moaned out, trying to get you to move when you finally rested your balls against his ass. You were in the same position that he was, you flushed against his chest as your hands cupped his face.
“Let me take my time with you.” You murmured gently to him, and his expression softened at your own softness. He kissed you.
“Oh, Sweetlin’, please move.”
You complied, hitting the bundle of nerves within him as you gently moved against his bucking hips.
“Shit, I feel so full. Is this is what ya went through? I might fight ya just to bottom.” He whined out, and your hips stalled at the confession, only for him to grip them and pull them forwards. He was so tight, you didn’t want to cum before him. Tears of frustration pooled at his eyes as you tried your best not to snap your hips. You didn’t want him to suffer, but you were so close.
“Please cum inside, Honey. I’ll take it, just! Fuck!” He began rambling.
“I-I want you to come, first!” You stammered, and he gave you such a soft look as he kissed your forehead gingerly.
“Please. Ya can suck me off, kay? Yer such a good mate, you deserve to come inside me. Please?” He begged, and you found yourself picking up the pace at the prospect, and seeing him so vulnerable and adorable, did it for you. Your face hid in the crook of his neck as you came, and to your surprise, he followed afterwords, coating your hand and stomachs.
After coming down from your highs, you looked down at him.
“Dearest, did you just-From me cumming inside you?” You asked gingerly, and he laughed as he gave you a sloppy kiss.
“Damn right, I did, Sugarplum. Hm. Let’s get cleaned up, okay? I’m ready for some pillow talk.” He purred into your ear, and you nodded, happily.
After getting cleaned up, the both of you plopped down on the bed, completely worn out as he pulled your frame against his.
“’S so hot, seein’ my cum leak out of you like that. Maybe I should just get a plug?” He cooed at your flushed expression.
“Tai-chan!” You squeaked, and he laughed lowly.
“Anyway, it took me way too fuckin’ long to realize that I want you to always be ‘round me. Move in with me?” He looked at you hopefully, and you nodded happily as you kissed him.
“Of course! We’re basically married, after all.” You admitted shyly, but you were rewarded with a warm smile and a heartfelt kiss.
“Good. ‘M glad.” He admitted, rubbing his cheek against yours, and you sighed in content, letting a peaceful rest take over you.
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:) I’m...I tried? It’s different, but Thank You for reading this <3
Open to: tops; preestablished relationship bf/spouse
“Today’s the day.” Luke sighed, laying in bed, taking his time. There was an hour before anyone in the house had to get up for work but he was up. In anxious anticipation with his stomach in knots. He would be forever thankful that his partner had supported him with Ryan’s adoption but here they were only five months later with an assignment to make a baby.
That was how Luke was choosing to think of it anyways. How else could he think about it. His name was on a list because his subspecies of human was endangered. For that alone he was responsible for carrying a child like himself into the world. It wasn’t a bad thing, they both loved kids and adding Ryan to their family was something neither of them would ever regret. He was just worried adding another so soon would throw off the delicate balance they were slowly achieving.
“Steve, what the fuck?” Natasha asks him, eyeing the wounded wolf at his feet, “Who is this?”
“I don’t know,” Steve says and his pack might feel the distress in his voice because suddenly they are all surrounding him, touching his arms, his shoulders. Wanda and Nat taking his bloody hands and squeezing them, trying to reassure him.
“I heard him call, and I had to get to him. I had to save him. He’s dying, we have to take care of him.”
