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Hey sweet Olivia 🥰 have you ever considered writing a Royal AU ? I love the idea of King Bucky and maybe maid or non Royal Reader ! Just thought that’s something you’d like ! Have a great day 💗

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The Cost of Kindness || King!Bucky

Summary: An innocent interaction tears you from your reality and towards a marriage you didn't ask for or want. Warnings: 18+ only, soft!dark Bucky, fluff WC: 3.2k

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“Excuse me, sir, you need to pay for that.” Your words were polite but your tone was cool as you caught the would-be thief's hand by the wrist. 

His face was mostly hidden by the cloak that wrapped around his shoulders, the hood only revealing a pair of oceanic eyes. The apple fell from his fingers and you caught it before it could land among the rest and bruise them, lowering the sale price even more. 

“The cost?” He asked quietly, a satiny voice that seemed too smooth for a man in a filthy, raggedy cloak filled with holes larger than your fist. 

His eyes fell to the fruit with longing and you felt sorry for him, looking over your shoulder to see your boss in a conversation with another market vendor. “A smile.”

He blinked slowly as he turned all his attention to you, his hood falling back a bit to reveal a pair of full, pink lips. “A smile?”

“You think it too much, sir?” You teased as you held the ruby red apple up.

“Hardly.” He chuckled, his lips curling into a smile that left your pulse racing and he leant in closer, his teeth biting into the apple in your hand. You were mesmerised by the way his jaw clenched with every chew until his adams apple bobbed with his swallow and you swallowed deeply in appreciation. “I would have been willing to part with a kiss.”

Your lips parted with a sharp intake of breath but before you could respond there was a commotion breaking out as soldiers entered the marketplace. A King’s guard marched towards your stall and you reeled back in fear as he raised his spear, only to stab it into the ground and salut. 

“Your Majesty,” the guard bowed, “it is the Queen Mother. She urgently requests your presence in the palace.”

The apple fell from your grasp, the pure flesh landing among the filth on the floor, much like the King entering the lowly marketplace. You fell to your knees in the mud and bowed your head as your eyes filled with fearful tears, begging for forgiveness and leniency for touching him - an act punishable by death. A warm finger curled beneath your chin and tipped your head back to see those bright eyes and you chided yourself for being so foolish. Eyes like that could belong to only one man, King James.

“Stand.” He beckoned as the pressure to your chin increased and you rose up as gracefully as you could.

“I’m sorry, your Majesty, I didn’t know it was you. Forgive me.” You whispered as the tears broke the line of your lashed defence, streaking over your cheeks to spill on his hand.

“You didn’t know it was me.” He nodded in agreement, his hand coming to rest on the silver and gold hilt of his sword. “Yet you were still offered your goods for a smile.”

“I did.” Your body trembled as you confessed and you closed your eyes while you waited for him to draw the sword and end your life with one fell swoop.

“Steven, bring the lady to the palace.”

You opened your eyes and saw the guard that had met the King look you over before nodding. A crowd was already gathering and you could hear their whispers spreading rumours as you took the guard's arm that he offered, wishing you could run in the opposite direction.

“He’s made a mistake, I’m no lady.” You pleaded with Steven as you watched the King shrug off his hooded cloak, revealing a fine suit beneath. “I’m just a farmer’s daughter.”

“Just stay calm, take a deep breath.” Steven said before you heard him whisper to himself. “They’re gonna eat you alive.”

You knew there was no point fighting but your pace slowed until Steven’s hold on you tightened and your sandals began to skid through the dirt. 

“Listen up, farmer’s daughter.” Steven growled beneath his helm as he turned his ice blue eyes down to you. “The King has given his order, now I am going to deliver you to the palace but it is up to you whether it is on your own two feet or not. I have no quarrels with tossing you over my shoulder if it makes my life easier.”

You sighed in defeat before grabbing your linen skirt and tugging it up so you could march faster towards Steven’s horse. The beast was huge and nothing like the old girl that slowly dragged the plough through the fields at home. This was a royal steed, purebred for strength and stamina in wars, and from the heavy stomping of his hoof he did not seem happy to have his rider replaced.

“Steady, Boulder.” Steven soothed his horse as he ran his palm along its neck before it reared back and snorted, steam exploded from his nostrils like the dragon on his crest.

“She’ll ride with me.” 

The King had seen the fear in your eyes as Boulder reared and he pulled the reins in your direction, leading his golden haired stallion towards you. You looked between both horses, their muscles rippling beneath shiny coats and standing at the same height. 

“I could walk.” You muttered as you looked to the distant palace. “I promise you, I won’t dally.”

“Nonsense. Now get on.” James ordered as he held his hand down for you. 

You looked at the leather riding glove and swallowed the lump in your throat as you placed your hand in his. His strength surprised you and you barely caught the small squeal that built as he pulled your feet off the ground and over the space he left in front of him.

“Wonderful.” You grumbled to yourself as you rearranged your tangled skirt layers and settled into the hard saddle. “This is just perfect.”

“More than you know.” James’ voice was barely more than a whisper before he cleared his throat and clicked his tongue to set his horse off at a trot. “You are going to hear things in the palace that should not be repeated. Do you understand?”

“I don’t understand.” You shook your head. “I did one good deed and now I am to be punished. No, your Majesty, I don’t understand anything.”

“You are not being punished.” James sighed, the sway of the horse’s walk rocking his lips closer to your ear. “And, please, when it is just us you can call me Bucky.”

You turned your head away with a scoff and watched the cherry blossoms opening as the sun rose higher over the land, warming the cool spring air. You would have thought the day perfect for a ride, if only you had a choice on where it was you were headed. 

The crunch of hooves of the gravel path began to grate on your nerves and your spine stiffened as the towers of the palace began to peek over the trees. You were so rigid that when you felt Bucky’s hands loosen the reins and come to rest on your knees you jerked and nearly fell off his horse. 

“Sorry, habit of riding alone.” He chuckled as his hands caught your waist and steadied you back in front of him. “You can hold the reins if you wish.”

You shook your head rapidly at the thought of trying to control such a beast and leant away from them as if the leather bands were a pair of vipers. The retreat pressed your back into Bucky’s chest and you felt his lips brush lightly over your neck, a gasp escaping your lungs at the electric shocks the touch sent down your body. 

“I’ll take that as a no then.” He chuckled quietly in your ear, goosebumps prickling over your skin as he once again gripped the reins and laid the fists over your skirt.

Every jostle shifted his hands and your heartbeat harder every time, a similar beat beginning to throb between your legs. 

“Bucky?” You asked, feeling his chest rumble with a deep hmmm in response. “If I am not being punished, why am I being taken to the palace?”

His chest rose and fell against your back as he pondered how to answer you until he could see no good outcome for any excuse he gave. “You’ll see.”

The dress you had been gifted was unlike anything you had ever worn before. The fine embroidery told a story with its delicate thread, roses and dragons, thorns and fire. The theme danced around the skirt while the corseted bodice left you feeling breathless but beautiful. 

You were desperate to find Bucky and get answers but every time you asked where the King was you were shushed and told to be patient. Patience was not your virtue and you struggled to sit still as the ladies surrounding you tried to arrange your hair that now smelt of rose water and patchouli. You had offered to do it yourself but quickly closed your mouth at the glare reflected in the mirror. 

“May I come in?” Bucky asked with a knock at the door.

“It’s your palace, your Majesty.” You replied as you rolled your eyes before you cried out in pain and saw the seamstress waving her needle at you in threat of another poke.

“Everything alright?” Bucky asked as he heard you and pushed the door open. “Oh, wow, you look absolutely stunning.”

Your eyes turned to the floor as you shied away from his heated gaze, your fingers tracing the golden thread of the dragon's head. “Thank you, your Majesty.”

He stepped closer to you and held his elbow out for you to take, your silk gloved hand coming to rest lightly on his forearm. “Did I mention how wonderful you look?”

“It’s the dress.” You mumbled as you followed his lead through the candlelit halls. “It’s very beautiful.” 

“It is, but so are you.”

You were sure the silver necklace that hung around your neck would melt from the heat you were producing but the ruby pendant remained set between the valley of your breasts. Unable to form a reply without confirming that he had your mind in a tizz, you remained silent and focused on walking in the heeled shoes that had been buckled to your feet. 

“I know I have been secretive about why you are here, and I am sorry for that.” Bucky said as he came to a stop outside a fair of formidable iron doors. “I am also sorry for what you are about to hear but I hope you will forgive me in time.”

The air froze in your lungs as the doors opened and you were led into the formal receiving room that was filled with royal advisors and the Queen Mother. Bucky’s mother rose to her feet as she saw her son, her eye’s barely giving you a cursory glance before she descended on the King.

“What is this I hear of you traipsing through the market like a peasant?” You struggled not to flinch at the icy tone of his mother and instead focused on the feel of Bucky’s muscles clenching in his forearm as his hand formed a strained fist. Looking up you saw his cheek ticking, the shadow of a beard sharpening his jawline as he suppressed his blatant anger. “I have spent the entire month convincing King Anthony to arrange a marriage with his daughter and on the day of her arrival you are nowhere to be seen.”

“You shouldn’t have troubled yourself needlessly.” Bucky stated. 

“Needlessly?” She scoffed. “You know the law, you need a Queen to produce an heir if you wish to remain on that throne your father died to put you on.”

Bucky’s free hand came to rest on yours, a small squeeze given as he squared off with his mother. “I need a wife, not a Queen.”

You tried to pull away as Winnifred turned her cold eyes on you but Bucky held your hand firm, his strength overpowering yours tenfold. She may have been shorter than you with her age but she still managed to look down her nose, scrutinising every part of you - even the depth of your soul seemingly. Other than the wide eyed, petrified look on your face there was no way of knowing you were one of the ‘peasants’ from the marketplace, you looked as adorned and pampered as the rest of the ladies in the room. 

Turning back to her son, you breathed a sigh of relief that her intense stare was no longer on you. “You would crown a nobody when you could have a princess?” 

“I would rather crown a kind nobody than have another frigid bitch living within these walls, mother.”

His fingers tightened on your arm as he felt you trying to pull away. The corset suddenly seemed too tight and you couldn’t draw the air needed into your lungs. 

“The poor woman is going to faint. She will never survive Court.” Winnifred laughed, turning her back on the King and walking back to her chair set aside from the pair of thrones centre to the room. “Tell me, darling, the treasury is waning - what dowry do you bring? What can you do to make this union profitable?”

You hadn’t known the country was in a dire financial state, in fact, from the lavish balls that were thrown each month behind the high palace walls you would have thought the opposite. Clearing your throat, Bucky looked at you with surprise as you stepped forward with a sudden fire in your belly. You didn’t want to marry the man you had just met, you didn’t want to be standing in the throne room of the palace, but since that was where you were you had a duty to your fellow lower class people to speak up.

“For starters, tax the rich.” You stated boldly, a chorus of scoffs and mocking laughter circling the room before the previous Queen held up her hand to silence them. 

“And when they revolt? How will you stop them from fighting?”

It was your turn to laugh as you shook your head incredulously. “I’m not sure how battles were fought back in your day, your highness, but I’ve never seen the rich or royal fight. You hide in the safety of your palaces while you send poor sons and fathers to their death.”

You turned to look around the room, glad to see at least a few ashamed faces unable to hold your stare until you face Bucky, that same smile he had given you in the market sending your heart racing. His arm curled around your waist and he nodded to his mother before guiding you back out of the room, his grin never wavering as the heavy doors closed behind you.

Pulling yourself from his touch you turned and poked your finger into his hard chest. “You smile at the idea of war?”

“Not in the slightest.” He smiled with a shake of his head. “There are very few people who would disagree with my mother. Ever since I saw you arguing with the forecourt master, I knew there was something special about you.”

Your feet stumbled as you remembered the argument the week prior. The price of hiring a market stall had increased twice in the last quarter and it was getting harder to sell products with the inflation - customers opting to travel further out of the city to where prices were cheaper. There had been an audience to the arguments but you hadn’t paid enough attention to the individuals to notice if there had been a cloaked figure among them. 

“Why have you been watching me?” You asked as you backed away from the King, the  hem of the long dress tripping you and nearly sending you falling into a tall candelabra.

Bucky surged forward and caught you around the waist, your breasts straining dangerously close to the top of the corset as he cradled your arched back and you threw your arms around his neck in case his strength failed. “Because I require a wife to keep my title, and I think you have the qualities needed in a Queen.”

“I’m not a royal.” 

“There is no written law that you have to be, trust me, I have read them all.” Bucky sighed, pulling you upright but keeping you in his arms. 

“How can I trust you? I don’t even know you. This morning I was ankle deep in mud selling fruit and now I’m,” you tugged at the dress, falling short on the word you wanted, “this. It isn’t me. I’m sorry but you should marry the Stark princess, your Majesty.”

“Forget the dress, just for a minute, forget the hair and the jewellery, even the palace.” Bucky begged, his eyes glowing bright in the midday sun that filtered through the windows of the hall. “You are brave, everyone in that room has witnessed it first hand. You understand business and commerce, albeit on a smaller scale than a whole country - but it’s really not that different. Most of all, you care about other people - even when there is no benefit to you. That is a rare sight to see and it was the moment I knew you were the one to rule at my side.”

“Bucky, stop.” His fingers tipped your head back and you could feel the warmth of his breath across your cheek, your body ready to betray your mind as he leant in, but you turned away at the last moment. “You claim to know my character but you have yet to ask the most basic information about me.”

“I’m not saying this will be easy, and I promise we will get to know each other with time.” He sighed. 

“So you don’t even want to know what my name is? My birthday? Where I live?”

“You think I didn’t find all this out before I arranged our wedding?” He chuckled. “I know everything about you, Y/N. That is why I know you are perfect for me.”

The room began to spin as his confession battered around in your brain. “I can’t marry you.”

“You can and you will.” Bucky promised as he cradled your cheek while you froze beneath his touch. “Your father has already accepted it, with more than fair share of remuneration I might add, so I suggest you do too - and quickly.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and sagged in defeat, knowing your family needed the money as much as you needed your head to live, something that you were at risk of losing if you disrespected the King. “Fine.”

“I know this isn’t what you wanted, but we can learn to love each other.” He murmured gently as his thumb stroked your cheekbone. “You can’t deny the spark between us.”

You closed your eyes, the small shake of your head giving him hope as he wrapped his arms around you. There was no way to deny it, in his arms you could almost forget where you were as his scent drove you wild and his touch threatened to set your body on fire. Resting your head on his shoulder you hoped he was right, but only time would tell.

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Hii sweets!♥️ May i request… the thought of rough fucking w bucky 🤭🫠 its for sure gonna be a longg night, like maybe he’s angry abt something (not at u ofc) so he just uses you as a hole to take out his anger 😵‍💫 Oh! And i keep thinking of aftercare w him, the amount of praises, care and love he’ll shower you with!! Hes so gentle and will sit in the bathtub w u while he washes your hair and if youre not too fucked out, you'll wash his hair for him too hehe, etc. Sharing giggles w him and he’ll help you dry your hair dhfdjfdjfsj i love him 🥹🥹🥹

Oomph this Bucky could break my back and I would thank him for it 🥵 thank you for request 💜💜

Control & Comfort || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, bj, unprotected sex, smut-no plot at all, rough sex, pussy slap, degradation, aftercare WC: 1.8k

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You knew exactly how your night was going to be spent the second Bucky walked in the door. His cheeks were flushed and the muscle beneath was hard as he clenched them in anger. The bang of the door slamming shut echoed through the house and his feet carried him straight towards you. Something, or someone, had seriously pissed him off and you were happy to be his outlet.

“Knees. Now.” He snapped as he roughly pulled his jacket off and tossed it over the back of the couch, his fingers instantly moving to unbuckle his belt.

You slipped from the couch and onto your knees without question, your obedience instilled from being at his beck and call for so long. Your hands pulled at his jeans to free his cock and he moaned as you teased your tongue along his length before he gripped the back of your head and thrust his hips forward. There was no warm up, no niceties, just a desperate need to be in control of something in his life.

“Fuck, that’s it, take it like a good girl.” He purred as your throat constricted around him and your eyes watered.

You could feel your pussy throb as he praised you and your hand drifted down your stomach to the waistband of your pants. His hand caught your arm before you could touch yourself and he pulled it away as you tipped your head back to look in his eyes. You were begging him for permission but he just licked his lips and shook his head.

“Not until I say you can.” He warned before he released his hold on your head and pulled out. Your lungs gasped for breath and saliva ran down your chin while he watched with dark eyes. He loved seeing you like this, he thought it was absolutely beautiful. It was you trusting him and giving him complete control. “Stand up and turn around.”

Your legs trembled from kneeling on the hard floor and you felt his hands on your hips as you turned, pulling your pants down before pushing forward over the couch. Cold fingers pressed to your core as he nudged your legs apart and your breath hitched as he smeared your moisture along your slit. You knew he wanted it hard and rough when he didn’t even attempt to prep you with his fingers first, he just needed to feel you wrapped about his cock.

You cried out at the sudden fullness and the burn of him stretching your cunt, the pain quickly turning to pleasure as he pulled back out before slamming into you again. Your breaths were more like gasps as every thrust pushed the air from your lungs and it felt like he was trying to breach your cervix with how hard he fucking you.

“Christ, you're my perfect little slut aren’t you?” He growled as he pushed down on your back until you were almost bent in two, your reply lost in a moan as your core clenched tighter around him. “Taking this big cock whenever I tell you.”

Your fingers were searching for something to grab onto as the warmth in your belly began to grow and the best thing you could reach was a cushion. You squeezed it tight and bit your teeth into it as you fought against release, Bucky reminding you that he hadn’t given you permission with a spank to your ass. You jolted forward at the sharp slap before he pressed his vibranium hand to it and cooled the reddening mark with his touch.

“Please, please, please, Bucky, I can’t hold it.” You begged as your legs quaked and your tears slipped over your lashes.

“Just. A. Little. Longer.” He strained as his hips rolled you, his balls slapping your clit with every thrust.

You were dancing on a knife's edge and it was painful, the promise of release within your reach. “I can’t, I can’t, I-”

“Go on doll, cum all over my cock.”

He hadn’t even finished his sentence before your release crashed over you and your scream was dampened by the cushion as you buried your face into it. There was no relief as he kept pounding into you, wave after wave rocking through your body as you failed to come down from your high. If it wasn’t for his hands gripping your hips tightly you would have crawled away but he was not about to let that happen. A deeper pressure began to build within you and when he reached down to toy with your clit, it exploded, warmth running down your legs as you trembled around him on the brink of collapse.

“That’s it baby, that’s my good girl.” He grinned proudly as he slowed his pace and let your oversensitized cunt have a moment to recover, his hands massaging your lower back until your muscles relaxed. “Do you think you can handle another? I think you can.”

It would be tough but you would try for him, so you nodded your head and pushed your hips back to meet his. He chuckled as your body greedily took all of him and knew his first release wouldn’t be too far away. He worked his hips like you were dancing and you moaned at the change in angles, aftershocks pulsing within you as he slowly gained momentum with his controlled pace.

“C'mere.” He murmured as his hands rose up your sides, pulling you up so your back was to his chest and his hands came to rest on your breasts, your quick breaths pushing them against him as he began to massage them. “You were made just for me.”

You couldn’t even formulate words as the sharp angle of his hips thrust him over you g-spot and left your body numb, your head floating in the clouds. Sounds strangled in your throat as you rose to your tiptoes but he pulled you back down his cock before you could get away.

“Uh-uh, we had a deal.” He warned low in your ear. “You’re staying right there until you cum again.”

Without warning he lifted his leg, bracing it on the couch seat before ramming into you. You would have screamed at the sudden spike of pleasure but he had snaked a hand to your mouth and clamped down before the sound could escape.

“This is what happens when you are a naughty girl, naughty girls don’t get to cum.” He reminded you before he let you have your breath back and slapped your pussy as he slammed into you. “Are you going to be naughty again?”

You shook your head violently as you cried, another orgasm threatening to tear you apart but he had taken away your permission. “Please, I’ll be good, I promise, oh god, please, I’m gonna cum.”

His smile teased your neck as he kissed your racing heart, he loved nothing more than hearing you beg for him. “I’m gonna fill you up real good when you cum, dollface. Let go.”

Your head tipped back to his shoulder and it was only his hands that kept you upright as whitehot pleasure flooded from you, your body jerking as he fucked into you a few more times before he kept his promise. His grunts filled your ears as he spilled himself in you but instead of stopping he just slowed down, easing himself in and out, enjoying the feel of your walls fluttering around him and the mixture of your cum leaking out all over his cock.

“You did so beautifully.” He praised as he turned your head so he could kiss you sweetly. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had, I needed you so bad.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” You smiled as your eyes fluttered shut and you relaxed in his hold.

“I tired you out didn’t I?” He chuckled as he felt your breath even out and your muscles relax. “Let me clean you up, then you can have a rest.”

“You don’t plan on letting me sleep tonight do you?” You murmured as he slipped out from between your legs and picked you up, cradling you in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up from where you rested your head on his shoulder, catching the smirk playing at his lips as he pondered his answer. “Eventually.”

Your mind seemed almost as empty as the large bubbles that drifted on the water’s surface and your fingers lazily popped them as they floated by. Bucky whispered softly in your ear, spelling out the sweet words as he wrote across your stomach with his index finger. The moment was perfectly peaceful but you knew from the stirring of his cock against your back that there was the promise of more pleasure to come.

“Lay down, doll.” He said softly as he reached for the shampoo.

You slid down his body until the water reached your ears and silenced the world around you. His fingers massaged your head as he lathered the shampoo into your hair and you closed your eyes before he cupped the water and washed it out. You loved these moments, when he gently brought you down from the rush of endorphins so you didn’t crash completely.

You waited until he had finished conditioning your hair before you sat up, rolling onto your stomach in the deepest bath and resting your chin on his chest. His blue eyes shone as he gazed down at you, love on the surface and need swimming below. You climbed his body and straddled his thighs as you reached for the shampoo bottle.

“My turn.”

He slid down the curve of the bath and water splashed over the lip until he settled neck deep. His eyes fluttered shut as you ran your fingers through his long strands and his lips parted with a sigh as you washed his hair. His cock was growing harder beneath you and his hands pulled you higher up so he teased your entrance.

“You’re going to get soap in your eyes.” You moaned as he pushed past your swollen lips and you eased down his shaft. “Close them.”

“And miss out on a second of watching you?” He chuckled. “I can take a little sting.”

You laughed at his stubbornness before biting your lip just the way he liked and rolled your hips. “You take such good care of me, I want to take care of you. Please, close them for me?”

“Enjoy the control while you can.” He smirked as he closed his eyes. “After we get out of here it’s all mine.”

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Olly, Olly, Oxen Free {Hotch x daughter!reader}

Warnings: PLEASE, be advised of the SEVERE mentions of gun violence, murder, death, etc. This is a heavy piece, so please, please, please, do not put yourself at risk to read this, if you would like to know the plot without reading let me know and I will accommodate as best as I can!

This is set in “100″, so, daughter!reader is currently trapped with foyet in her childhood home. Alright, enjoy. 

“Y/N.”

You sprung from your place on the floor, watching your brother retreat past the living room, his feet happily climbing the old route he used to take in the childhood home he was raised in. You  doubted he forgot it so soon, even with his young age. This was the house they had made home. Over the last year, you would’ve done anything to be back in this house, surrounded by the memories of your past life. The life in which you weren’t forced into the witness protection program, abandoning all of your friends due to a serial killer hellbent on destroying your father’s life.

Your hand reached out, gently grabbing the cellphone extending from the hands of your mother’s.

“Dad.”

You forced herself to sound calm, composed. Sitting only ten feet from you was a man who had previously shoved a blade into your father’s abdomen just to prove a point. You figured seeming weak wasn’t particularly a good idea.

There was the hum of an engine, one that you knew well. When you was younger- much younger- you used to wait up for you father to come home from cases. Most nights you fell asleep before he came back, but on the rare occasion you actually made it past midnight, you could hear that very same hum of his government issued SUV pulling into the driveway, subsequently causing you to dart out of  bed to jump into his waiting arms. It never mattered to you that you would receive a scolding from your mother for not going to bed at a proper time, not when you would see the smile that grew on her father’s face when you accomplished your goal.

That smile, so rare and so blinding, hardly even captured in pictures. Your father was a tired man, a hardworking man, a dedicated father, but all of his good qualities had hardened into stone from the heat of his job and sometimes you feared that eventually, even you might not be able to crack that tough exterior. It seemed silly, sure, but your mother used to be able to find the chinks in his armor, used to make him laugh and smile and love and then one day she couldn’t and who was to say that it wouldn’t happen to you too?

“Y/N/N, I love you, you know that?” He used the nickname Jack had accidentally given you. When he was just learning to talk, the boy was unable to fully pronounce your name and you had been stuck with it ever since. You used to hate it- or, at least pretend to, but you could never yell at Jack. The boy was too good at absolutely melting you.

Your father’s voice, which was typically strong and gruff, came out a bit cracked. It filled you with a sinking feeling. If your father wasn’t composed then how the hell were you supposed to be?

The man who hoisted you on his shoulders every Fourth of July to see the fireworks better, or grabbed every spider that made you scream for your life. The man who taught you how to swing a baseball bat and then immediately yelled because you whacked him right in the knee. A fearless, strong, admittedly taciturn man that was making abundantly clear the ambiguity of your future.

You swallowed down that fear, you couldn’t afford to be afraid right now. Y/E/C  eyes looked up to your mother. She was still beside you, looking at her daughter as if trying to engrain every single facet of your face in her mind, burning the image of her daughter into her memory.

“I know, I love you too.” You didn’t know how you managed to keep your voice so even but to anyone listening it sounded like a normal conversation. She could almost imagine they were sitting at a dinner table (something they hadn’t done in a year because of the Witness Protection Program).

Pass the salt. She would’ve said.

“I need you to listen to me carefully, Bug.” If you hadn’t been so worried that you might die soon you might’ve found yourself scolding the man not to use that nickname anymore. After your friends had slept over in seventh grade and heard your father use it you were teased relentlessly, but now you didn’t mind it. You didn’t mind your father using a nickname you hated. You didn’t mind a lot of things now that you were facing death, serial killer breathing the same air as you and your mother, standing in your living room, staring at you with cold, calculating eyes.  

It’s funny how little things matter when death enters the picture.

“Remember when I taught you to drive?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you glanced to your mother, trying to keep your face void of emotion.

You hadn’t learned to drive. You had begged your father, of course, but he had said no. You remembered the fight that had ensued, his words loud just to overpower your teenaged protests. “There’s no use learning to drive when your mother’s here, sometimes me, and the metro, it’s useless. It would do you better to learn something more useful, like shooting a gun.”

Oh.

The sinking feeling returned in the pit of your stomach. Or maybe it just never left. Your eyes hardened with resolve over what you knew her father was asking you to do, and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

A tiny breath of air left your parted lips, and even with the confusion laced on her mother’s features and the amusement playing on Foyet’s, your mind cleared a bit.

Frontside. Trigger press. Follow through.

“I’m a terrible driver.” You murmured to her father. Your hand began to sweat at what he was asking of you. You recalled the shooting lessons. It had been a year or so ago, the man wanting you to be prepared for anything and then he had been shot and you hadn’t seen him since. Even with the little practice, you hadn’t been too bad, but this was nothing like the shooting range. This was pointing a gun at a killer and hoping to anything that was good and holy that you didn’t miss. Even so, who said you could get to the gun before Foyet got to you?

“You’re good enough.”

Good enough. You wanted to scream.

Foyet rose from his spot on the floor, and Haley stiffened in her place.

“I think that’s good enough, right, Y/N?” The way he moved, eyes trained onto you, alight with a kind of…mischief? Yes, mischief. Like an adolescent boy who just found his father’s stash of fireworks. His body moved like a predator. Refined, sophisticated, and calculated.

And, as he moved closer, you could smell him. He didn’t smell like you thought a killer would smell. Though, to be fair, you hadn’t ever given much thought to the scent of a killer. Maybe you thought that someone capable of such dirty, heinous crimes would smell as such. Like the rotten core would seep through their pores and become a putrid scent recognizable to those surrounding him. Instead, he smelt clean. Like laundry detergent and freshly washed hair. The hand that didn’t hold the gun reached up, taking a strand of your hair into his fingers and running it through them deftly.

“Don’t touch me.” You pushed him back on instinct and, not seeming to expect such force, the man was shoved back two steps. Rather than cocking the gun right then and there, Foyet looked at you with interest and then, he did something you didn’t expect. He smiled.

A laugh fell through his lips. It bubbled and boiled and hit your ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Wow, you’ve got a feisty one, Aaron. I think she gets that from you, the old ball and chain over here is a bit of a whiner.” He chuckled to himself like he said the world’s funniest joke, and you glared.

“Leave them alone.” Your father may as well have been on mute because the killer paid no mind to his orders.

He breathed in a deep sigh, looking at you with those same bright, calculated eyes. Then, as if coming to a consensus, tilted his head. “How about this, how about you go hide, I’ll give you a head start, and then I’ll come find you.”

You could feel her mother bristle from beside you, quiet whimpers coming from her mouth. The hum of the engine played in the background, and the wind chimes on the front porch sang a tune with the breeze. “No.” You said firmly.

Foyet pouted, going to stand closer to the two. With each step he took closer to the two of you, it felt like a nail going into her coffin. You could see the twitch in his hands, as if itching to plunge a blade into your mother’s flesh, yet, you couldn’t just leave your mother. You couldn’t leave her to die.

“Ah, come on. You’re a teenager- a teenage girl, no less, aren’t you guys supposed to be fun?” His tone was teasing and coupled with his non-imposing figure, he shouldn’t have been able to chill you with his words but the way his eyes bored into yours they did.

You felt a hand on your elbow, a nudge and you glanced back to your mother. Haley was smaller than you, it had been that way for about a year or so now. You had hit a growth spurt once you entered high school, inheriting your father’s height, and it caused you to be a couple inches taller than your mother. Her eyes were filled with tears that were streaming down her face without care. You had seen her mother cry more than most daughters should.

Haley liked to cry at night, after putting her children to bed. She didn’t think about how often you stayed up, listening to the sobbing on the other side of the wall.

A hand cupped your face, and you leaned into the warmth. How many fights had you two gotten in over the past year? You had always been a daddy’s girl. He was never home, and it left your mother to be the ‘bad guy’ in most situations. And then, you all had been forced to pack up your lives and vanish. That year had been filled with nights of yelling at each other. Fights about small things. Like, your music playing too loud, or drinking too much coffee. And big stuff too. Like, you confronting your mother about having an affair.

Your relationship had been rocky. But, she was still your mother. She still reminded you to wear a coat when it was cold out, or washed your sheets when you felt sick. She made your favorite meals when you were sad, and bought  nail polish that she thought you would like. She was your mother, and you didn’t think you would ever be able to ignore that.

“Y/N, go.” Her words were stern, and it reminded you of a scolding. But your mother’s lips were tugging at the corners, and she was caressing your cheek so softly that you thought you would collapse right there. Your heart clenched at the sight of your mother.

Would this be the last time you saw her? The thought made you want to scream, cry, and punch something all at once.

For the first time that afternoon, you let your mask slip. Your eyes welled with tears, lip trembling. “Mom, no.” it came out shaky, and you didn’t have to turn around to see Foyet smiling at the way he could make an entire family fear for their lives in a mere couple of minutes. You could simply feel it.

Haley nodded, both her hands cupping your face now, scanning it over and over again. Your eyes, a fierceness to them that mimicked her own. A button nose that sat above rosy pink lips. On your chin, a small scar. You were an adventurous child. You hadn’t been afraid to climb the monkey bars despite being far too small for them and when you had fallen off, you had busted the skin open. Haley remembered being panicked, seeing you covered in blood, rushing you to the hospital, to find that you were calmer than she was. That’s how you always were. You were never scared. You were brave and fearless and kind and even if you played awful, punk alternative music that made Haley’s ears want to bleed, you were such a sweet girl with a big heart. The mother stood on her tiptoes, kissing your forehead.

You let your eyes flutter shut for a moment, trying to burn the memory of her mother’s lips on your forehead in your mind. And when you opened them again, you tried to burn the image of your mother as well. Even now, red eyed and sniffling, your mother was beautiful. Everyone always told you, you looked just like your mother. Haley used to have blonde hair. It had passed her shoulders and you used to beg her to play hair salon because of it. She had cut it after the divorce and you had a suspicion that it was because she craved change. Her cheekbones were high and sharp, just like yours. It made her skin pull taut when she smiled. Her nose was soft and dainty- something you had always been jealous of.

What if you never saw your mother smile again?

Haley was nodding, nodding and patting the girl’s cheek and it took you a moment to realize she was speaking once more. “Go, baby. I’ll be okay.”

No, you won’t. You wanted to say. You wanted to let your body fall into your mother’s arms and have the woman hold you like she did when you were a child. You wanted to feel your mother’s hands run through your hair and hear the woman sing you to sleep. You didn’t care how childish it seemed, you just wanted your mother.

Your shoulders shook and you fought to keep your emotions from consuming you.

“I- I love you.” It was a desperate attempt at closure but it did nothing to make you feel better. It only made your mother smile.

“I love you too.” Haley gave one final pat before a light shove and you felt numb. You couldn’t feel yourself hand the phone to your mother, nor could you feel your feet move in the desired direction. Everything in you felt like it was simultaneously being doused in cold water and burned in hot flames. Your mind kept screaming at you to go back. Turn around, grab your mother and hope for the best but you could hear Foyet talking with your mother now and she knew that your father had told you what to do next.

It was weird.

All the nights you had spent in that stupid witness protection program, closing your eyes imagining you were back in your childhood home. You would pretend you were back in your room, waiting for your father to come home. You would pretend your mother was putting Jack to sleep and you would pretend that everything was normal. Now you were back and everything was wrong.

Focus.

After teaching you how to properly use a gun, Aaron had told you where one could be found in cases of dire emergencies. Your feet stepped lightly, moving as swiftly as you could. The laces on your converse slapped against the sides of the shoes and you silently pulled open your father’s nightstand. It hadn’t been touched since you all had moved out.  It was normal upon first glance. A couple of papers, reading glasses, sleeping pills. You knew better.

You pulled at the string on the bottom, the false top giving in immediately and revealing the silver .38. You grabbed for it, cocking it as quietly as you could. The weapon was heavy, yet, familiar in your hand. You thought that in a time like this you would be more shaky, but all you could focus on was your mother’s quiet sobs from the living room a whole story down.

The sound gave you hope. If she could cry, then she was alive. You pushed on with that thought in mind, rounding the corner. Just before you could head back downstairs and possibly take down Foyet, you heard it.

Gunshots.

Your mother cried out the first time, but it was completely silent after the second two. Just the light thud of a body hitting the floor.

You bit down on your cheek to keep herself from screaming. The taste of blood followed soon after. Your hand rose to your mouth, attempting to muffle the cries that attempted to escape.

“Y/N!” A sing song-y voice called out. There was a thumping sound on the stairs and after a sickening moment, you realized it was the sound of your mother’s body hitting the wood. He was dragging her up the stairs, wanting to display her just how he liked. Your eyes burned and you let the tears fall down your cheeks without care. They dripped off your chin, falling onto your shirt. It was a band t-shirt. Your mother hated it, said that the swords were too violent, but she allowed you to wear it anyways.

You darted into the closest door- Jack’s old room- eye’s scanning your surroundings for a plan. Whatever Foyet was doing, you knew you didn’t have much time until he was coming after you.

“I just wanna play, Y/N. Come out, come out wherever you are.” He sang out. He must’ve taken your mother- your mother’s body, you corrected yourself bitterly- to your parents bedroom. With a chilling realization, you remembered you had been there only moments before. He was close to you.

Your eyes landed on the closet, overflowing with toys, even months after not being in use. Jack tended to get whatever he asked for- not that he was spoiled, he was just hard to say no to. It wasn’t difficult to squeeze into it, leaving the door open a crack. The gun sat in your hands ready and waiting.

You steadied the sound of your breathing.

How was you going to tell Jack about mom? Well that was a bit optimistic, now, wasn’t it? Presumptuous of you to think you would live through the next five minutes to be able to tell your little brother that our mother was dead, You thought bitterly.

“I think I’ll lay your body right next to your Mom. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? So you can be together?” He was in the hallway, and even with the barrier of Jack’s door and the closet door, the sound of his voice made you shiver. It was smooth, charming, even. If you hadn’t known he was a complete psychopath you wouldn’t have given the man much thought. You wouldn’t have thought him capable of doing the heinous acts he had done.

There was a creak, the door opening to the room and your arms rose slightly. Your eyes were peaking through the crack, your heart racing. You could see the man moving into the room, searching for his next prey- and that’s what he thought you were. Prey. He thought you were an easy target. Everyone did.

Everyone thought you were just some stupid kid. Some people said it outright and others just assumed. You could tell when you first met your father’s team, some of them had stereotyped you as well. They had asked her about school and about boys and gossip, because they assumed that was all you were capable of speaking about and then you had surprised them by mentioning books and Neo-noir films. You were accustomed to being underestimated. And you were betting your life that George Foyet was doing the same.

As soon as you saw the man move into the middle of the room, you sprung. The door flew open and before you could hesitate, you pulled the trigger. Pure shock could’ve been the reason, you were able to get out of the room. Or perhaps you had managed to shoot him in the head and end your family’s suffering once and for all. You weren’t sure because you were moving purely on instinct. Your feet carried you through the house, jumping over toys and broken chairs and bloodstains that weren’t there before.

“You bitch!”

Okay, so he was alive. He was chasing after you but you didn’t look back. You jumped into the linen closet, out of breath but not allowing yourself to pant as you wanted to. You could hear the slight groans of the man as he made his way through the house, though it was farther, as if he was walking in the wrong direction. You had slowed him down, that’s for sure. The gun in your hand felt warm, like a pat on the back, but the thought of your mother’s dead body lying somewhere in the house sat in the back of your mind.

Where was Jack? You thought briefly. You had to trust that he was safe. Trust and pray that whatever their dad had said to him had made sense. You hoped he couldn’t hear anything that was going on. That he didn’t hear the sound of your mother being murdered and you shooting the killer.

You  felt the towel shelf press into your back, but you didn’t dare move anymore. You were sure Foyet hadn’t died now. If anything, you might’ve made him more angry.

It smelled like fresh laundry in the small space and it reminded you of Sunday nights. Your father was usually home, cases typically being taken during the week and coming home Saturday nights. That’s why you liked Sundays so much. You liked waking up to the smell of pancakes while your father played a Beatles album. He would sing into a spatula and twirl your mother around the kitchen. And Haley would laugh and tell him to stop, but she never actually meant it. And, when he noticed you coming down the stairs, he would take you in his arms- no matter how big and tall you had gotten, he never stopped doing it. He would spin you around as well and when you was little you would dance on his feet, but when you were older, your bare feet would touch the cold hardwood floor.

Your mother would do crossword and pretend not to notice that your father was giving not-so-subtle hints every so often. Your father would have you catch him up on what you had been up to that week, and you would have to help Jack read through the comics because he didn’t really understand the jokes. Sundays were your favorite days because instead of being a separate family like they were every other day, they were all together and it felt normal.

You closed her eyes, trying to imagine it was Sunday.

A large clatter rang out, effectively snapping you from your thoughts. You could hear footsteps, fighting, yelling. It was hard to tell how long you waited in the closet, gun pressed to your chest. You could hear someone outside the door, light footsteps against hardwood.

The light on the bottom was obscured from a large shadow and you tried to prepare yourself. What would death feel like? Maybe you was selfish, or maybe you were a coward, but you didn’t want to know. You wanted to stomp your foot and say that it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that your mother was dead. It wasn’t fair that you were about to die. The door was ripped open and you extended your arms, about to shoot blindly, when you saw who was before you.

“Woah, hey, Y/N. Y/N, look at me.”

You had stopped crying long ago, but your entire body was shaking. There was so much tension in your shoulders, it felt like somebody had tied you up entirely, slowly but surely squeezing the life out of you. You hadn’t realized it before, much too focused in getting as far away from the serial killer in your house as possible, but when you had shot Foyet, some of his blood had splattered onto you. You could see it now that the light was on it. It sat on your hands, partially dried and partially wet. And you could feel some of it on your cheeks.

You wondered what you looked like.

Derek stared at you. Your eyes were wild, darting between the gun in your hands and the gun in Derek’s. Your cheeks, flushed as they were, were painted lightly with splattered blood. The only evidence of previous tears were puffy eyes, but you hardly seemed weak right now. You seemed…feral.

“Y'N, it’s me. You’re safe. it’s me, it’s Derek. Put that gun down.” It was strange. It was like you could see his lips moving, you could see that he was speaking but you couldn’t hear the words. All you could hear was the sound of your mother’s body hitting the stairs one at a time.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

“He’s dead. Y/N, he’s dead.” The sound came back all at once. Everything came back all at once.

You could see people behind Derek. There were cops and medical examiners, flooding in and out of your childhood home. They all seemed to be moving toward the same place, all in the direction where you had fled. They were heading toward the body, you realized. The body of your dead mother. There was the faint sound of sirens, and there was chatter. You wanted to yell at them, scream for them to be quiet. And then you saw someone else.

Your father was coming toward you. He was covered in blood. Who’s blood was that? Was that your mother’s? Was that Foyet’s? Movement caught your eye.

JJ was holding someone in her arms, he looked confused, pointing at his sister, eyes alarmed at the weapon in her hands and the Jaraeu woman seemed to be trying to turn him away. He was asking for you.

'Y/N/N?’ He said.

Your shoulders dropped, the weapon falling into the Morgan man’s waiting hands. You stepped forward. Despite your sudden awareness, everything felt like it was in slow motion. The world was moving with resistance, and you opened her arms, almost crumpling in relief when Jack squirmed away from the blonde agent and ran into your waiting arms. You scooped him into your arms, sitting him on your hip.

“Y/N!” Despite all the chaos around you two, you let yourself focus on your brother. He seemed fine. Confused, surely. He had looped his arms around your neck but his eyes squinted at the blood on your cheeks that hadn’t been there before. His little eyebrows furrowed, and he reached one hand to poke your cheek. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

Jack loved you. Before you two were put into witness protection program, he didn’t see you all too much. You were so busy with school and hanging out with your friends, that you hadn’t even been home very often. Then, you didn’t have much of a choice.

You  liked showing Jack your music- the clean versions, of course. He would scrunch his nose at certain metal heavy bands, but you assumed he liked most of them just because you did. He liked to play cards with you, and have your draw him funny sketches. And when he would have bad dreams, you never hesitated to let him sleep with you.

You felt multiple sets of eyes on you, your father pulling you into a hug. They all pretended not to notice you flinch. You kept your eyes on Jack.

“I’m fine.” You took a hand, running it through the boy’s ruffled hair from hiding god knows where. He giggled at the action, and you let your hand rest on his cheek for a moment. Your mother was dead somewhere in this house, her body laid across the floor, slaughtered. You swallowed down the rising bile in your throat.

“Let’s get you checked out, yeah?”

took one hit and I was gone

— alpha! bucky barnes x omega! reader

summary || 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.

warnings || dystopian au. dark au (inspired by handmaid’s tale). enemies to lovers. SMUT. mating cycles/heats. unprotected sex. alpha! bucky. alpha/omega dynamics. knotting. multiple orgasms. body worship. shower sex. love making (sweet sex). marking kink. oral sex. fingering. protective!bucky. possessive! bucky. petnames (bunny). forced marriage. misogyny. fake laws. mentions of assaults. attempt to murder. angst with happy ending — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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I’ve literally put my entire pussy into this and I desperately hope that y’all like it :)

Your lips wobbled as you stared blankly outside the window. Your eyes weren’t seeing the blinking lights outside of the fast moving car but you could see the reflection of your sunken face in the clear glass against the night sky.

Steady tears were running down your cheeks. You had hoped your eyes would dry up and one day the tears would stop. But they never did. You probably hadn’t stopped crying from the day this world had completely changed overnight — for you.

The alphas and betas were still continuing on with their life just like it was before. But you, you were facing the consequences of the after. The blow was so sudden and severe that you still remembered how you’d openly gawked at your TV when the news was circulated.

After Hydra won against the government, project insight was implemented from the stroke of the midnight of that day. And in that single change of minute, you had lost your job, your degree, and your entire life. From a human with rights, you were reduced down to a omega meant to be bred.

Omegas of age weren’t allowed to work or study anymore, they were given to alphas to be mated, without their choice. There was some complicated algorithm of compatibility which no one cared enough to explain to you.

Unfortunately, you were one such omega.

You didn’t even know your mate’s name until this morning at the registry where he signed off both of your papers. The alpha now held all of your life in his fist. He could legally do anything to you and no one would even bat an eye.

James Buchanan Barnes, that was his name. He hadn’t spoken a word to you and you had read his name on the mating bond papers. He seemed to be lost in his own world and you were glad at least he wasn’t pestering you.

Did he not want you just as much as you didn’t want him?

You hoped that was the case and he would stay the hell away from you. Though you had to agree that the alpha was the most gorgeous man you had ever laid your eyes on. If you had met before, you surely would’ve tried your luck with his specimen of an alpha. But now you felt no such thing.

You had heard the horror stories of mated pairs, of how the alphas treated their omegas now that there wasn’t a law stopping their cruelty. Not a single omega was happy in this current world, and the fact that you were headed towards the same fate made goosebumps rise on your flesh.

You wished the alpha would open his mouth and at least say something so that it would give you a faint idea of how he was as a person. His crystalline blue eyes were fixated on the road and you noticed the small twitches of his nose he gave occasionally which you guessed were due to your scent, now that suppressants were banned.

Did he not like your scent?

The stupid question shouldn’t have disappointed you at all, but it did. On the other hand, you couldn’t scent him because alphas could still get scent blockers. Though you were glad that you didn’t have to smell him constantly, a small part of you still wished you could at least know what his scent was.

The rest of the ride was just as uneventful. You kept looking out of the window and he kept his mouth shut. When you finally arrived at his house, you blinked your eyes repeatedly to make sure you weren’t dreaming. His house was huge.

You realised that he wasn’t just an alpha, he was a powerful one at that.

Though you had guessed he was rich if his expensive car was something to go by, but you hadn’t expected him to be this influential. The beautiful house was surrounded by lush yard and your feet ached to experience the cool grass beneath your bare feet. It was a little hope of freedom.

The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside and though everything looked right out of an architectural magazine, the house wasn’t a home. It lacked the careful touch of love and homeliness. If it wasn’t for James bringing you here, you wouldn’t have believed anyone even lived here.

Your previous distractions melted away when James led you to his bedroom. Despite the cozy temperature, your body started trembling. You knew what was going to happen once you were inside, it was inevitable, but you were still not ready for it. Right now you were legally signed off to James, but after your bite, your soul would belong to him.

You frantically looked around for even a small exit to run away, and though you saw huge windows from which you could escape, you knew that if you were caught, which you most definitely would be, you’d face something worse than you’d imagined. So with a heavy heart and sweaty hands, you finally entered in.

Your eyes first landed on the spacious bed and a tingle of fear ran down your spine. You keenly followed Bucky’s movements, the alpha discarded his jacket and you nearly sobbed. This was it. This was the last moment where your soul would belong to you and not be tainted by some alpha’s teeth.

You were still standing by the door when the alpha, without even saying a word, disappeared into the bathroom. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as you stood alone in the room. It then dawned upon you that James had never stated for you to come after him and you’d just blindly followed him.

Did he not want you in this room?

Why was he behaving like this?

You didn’t even sit down and just patiently waited for him to reappear into the room. You could hear the shuffling noises inside and you anxiously worried your lower lip. You didn’t understand why he went inside the bathroom to undress himself when he could do it in front of you like expected.

When he finally arrived back, you were shocked to see him dressed in sweatpants and a cotton shirt. Your heart calmed down a little and your shoulders sagged with relief when it became clear that he wasn’t going to mate with you, at least not tonight.

But that was until you saw his metal arm.

The instant your eyes fell on the glinting metal, you recognised who he was. How could you not? His name was on everyone’s tongue as they gossiped, he was said to be a ghost. He was the one who had taken down Captain America and had ensured that Hydra took over the government.

He was called the fist of Hydra.

The Winter Soldier.

And he was the one responsible for all your misery.

He had probably cropped his hair short after Hydra had taken over, because in the pictures from before, he had dark shoulder length hair. His new hair, combined with the fact that he wore gloves, was why you hadn’t realised who he was earlier.

Suddenly, all the riches he possessed clicked into place. All the alphas who protested against Hydra were stripped of all their wealth and those who supported were promoted. And this alpha, shamelessly enjoying all these luxuries, was literally one of the top ranking officers. He was probably only under Alexander Pierce, the leader of the whole operation.

Your helplessness now burned down into fuming anger. The man who was responsible for ruining your and many other’s lives was roaming this planet without a single consequence. Your hands shook, not with fear, but with the urge to hit him. Your body was pulled taut as you stood still, like a tiger waiting to pounce on its prey.

James didn’t even look at you as he laid down on the bed. He slept on the right side and turned away from you, giving you a view of his back. fool. You shouldn’t be showing your back to your enemy. But he didn’t know you were his enemy, not yet.

You knew you couldn’t attack now, he was a skilled assassin and he’d easily overpower you. But you had to carry on with your ruse. You wanted to throw up just from the thought of laying next to him, but you had to. Gladly, the bed was spacious enough to leave plenty space between you two such that not even your hands were near each other.

Your eyes stared at the electric clock at the side of your bed, the little red digits keeping you busy and aware of the time. The alpha apparently didn’t snore, so you couldn’t tell if he had fallen asleep or not. But for a good measure, you keep yourself awake for a few more hours by thinking of all the things you once loved.

When the red digits finally blared that it was much past midnight, you slowly tiptoed out of the bed. You turned around to check if the alpha was awake and you let out a little sigh when you saw his eyes were closed. Gladly, the floor neither the doors were squeaky so without making a noise, you came downstairs and looked around for the kitchen.

You didn’t take much time in finding a knife once you reached the kitchen. You gulped nervously, you knew the consequences would be immense. But you had to. You couldn’t live with yourself if you let James go away unharmed. They had already ruined your life, what more could they do?

You clutched the knife as if your life depended upon it as you walked up the stairs and back into his room. A little of your courage drained out of you when you noticed his sheer size. His bulging bicep was visible of his flesh hand and whimpered at the possibilities of what the metal arm was capable of.

But this was your only chance at revenge. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was even. Your hand was trembling and the knife was gleaming in the moonlight as you stood above his sleeping form. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to collect your thoughts. You can do this.

“You’ll have to be a little more swift if you want to kill me.”

You didn’t even recognise the shriek you let out when the alpha commented this. He didn’t even make a move to get up or take the knife away from you, instead he just opened his eyes. His blue grey eyes were staring at you for the first time and you felt yourself shaking at just the intensity of his gaze.

“You’re too loud. You should try to walk a little silently and not stomp. I can even hear your heart thundering in your chest right now, and you smell as if you’re about to pass out. But I gotta give it to you for your bravery. Also, good choice of knife.”

His tone was condescending as if he was entertaining a wild kitten who he knew would cause him no harm. He didn’t even see you as a serious threat, and that infuriated you even more. He thought you were so helpless and so meek, that you couldn’t even do any substantial harm to him.

“Fuck you!” You screamed with all the strength you could muster. You already knew you were going to face the worst kind of punishment for trying to murder him, so there was no point trying to make excuses. The anger that had brewed inside you for so long finally came out.

“Oh. I thought you didn’t want that.” He said nonchalantly and it added fuel to the fire. This man was so smug, he thought he knew it all. But the problem was, he probably did know it all. He was guessing your next step even before you did it.

“Shut up! Shut up, you monster! You think you’re some kind of a god now, don’t you? Snatching away our rights and playing with our lives. But you’re going to face the consequences of what you’ve done. We’ll get justice one day and then you’ll rot in hell for the rest of your life!” You shouted.

“I’m already in hell sweetheart.” He said with a loud defeated sigh.

“Oh, you think you’re so funny with your stupid little comebacks. God, I just wanna strangle you so bad.” You said through clenched teeth. “Go on then. Strangle me. I’m right here. I won’t even fight back, I promise.” He was still casually lying down, unaffected, while you were burning with fury.

You really wanted to choke the life out of him, but you knew it was a trap. So instead you just stood where you were and tried to convey all your hate through your gaze. “See. You can’t do it now. So get some sleep and think about more ideas and probably poison my food tomorrow.”

You couldn’t believe this man’s audacity. Did he not feel even a little bit guilty? He lost definitely did not as he closed his eyes again not even caring that you still had a knife in your hand. What you hated the most was how he didn’t give you even a little attention.

“Go to hell!” You screamed again before leaving the room with a loud bang of the door. The house was fairly empty at night and so you went downstairs again to sleep on the lavish couch. But just as you came down the stairs, you swear you saw something move in the periphery of your eye.

The floor was too dark without a source of light except the reflection from the moon. But when you turned around, you could see the silhouette of a tall man. Your heart was as it is pumping adrenaline, but after seeing the shadowy figure, your heart nearly stopped.

Swallowing a shriek, you ran back upstairs as fast as you could. You once again entered Bucky’s room and quickly locked the door. Your brain was constantly playing — alpha will protect you — and despite hating it, you did ran back to your alpha. No. Not your alpha.

“Welcome back!” You could see his eyes were still closed and he hadn’t yet seen your panting form. “Do… do you have servants at night?” You wiped off the thin sheen of sweat that collected on your forehead. “No. They all leave by 8.” This time he opened your eyes and after looking at your disheveled state, he finally got up.

“Hey. What happened?” And there it was, genuine concern which oddly touched your heart. “There’s someone downstairs. I saw… someone.” You said as you clutched your heaving chest. At this point after all that had happened, you couldn’t think straight.

“Shhh. Calm down.” A tingle ran down your spine when the alpha gently touched your hand. He pulled you further into the room and made you sit on the bed. “There’s no one else in this house right now. You’re tired, let me get some water for you.” His eyes looked so kind, much unlike before.

“I swear I…” you protested, but he stopped you. “Shhh… give me a minute okay?” He wasn’t mocking you, instead he was trying to soothe you. And it was so wildly unexpected but so very welcomed. You nodded as Bucky left the room and sagged a little into the overly soft bed.

He was unlike any other alpha you’d ever met.

Even back when things were normal, alphas pounced on omegas every chance they got. But he hadn’t even touched you in that way yet. The other alphas took meagre reasons to punish their omegas, but he hadn’t even done anything when you’d literally tried to kill him. This gentleness was so bewildering, it was like a punch in your gut.

This man who had literally destroyed everything that came in his way to make sure Hydra won was being so sweet to his omega? No, this must be some kind of a trap.

“Here, take this. I just checked downstairs, there’s no one. I think you should rest now.” He handed you a glass and you greedily gulped down the cool water. “Thank you, alpha.” You loathed calling him that, but that was the rule. You couldn’t address him by his name.

“Don’t call me that. My name’s Bucky.” You openly gawked at Bucky like a fish. Did you hear that right? “You want me to call you by your nickname?” He smiled, and by god it was the most beautiful one you’d ever seen. “Everyone close to me does, so yeah. Do call me Bucky.”

“Okay… Bucky.” The name sounded good in your mouth. You shared your name back and he repeated it as if tasting it on his tongue. “It’s good to meet you. But remember, when we are outside or in front of anyone else, even the servants, you have to address me as Alpha.” He warned and you nodded.

“Can I ask why?” This was so suspicious. “I can’t give you all the answers. But I hope one day you’ll get it.” You wanted to fight back but you were too tired for it. “Also, this reminds me…” Bucky turned around and dug something out from his walk in closet.

You clenched your jaw when you saw what was in his hands. A collar. It was a thin black leather collar with a tag in between and you already knew what it said and it made you wanted to cry harder. You crumbled the bed sheets with your fist in your anger.

“You’ll have to wear this everytime we are out of this room.” He handed you the collar and you inspected the material with tears in your eyes. It was soft but wasn’t the material that would cause pain, but the rather the physical existence of a sign of ownership.

“I don’t want to wear this.” You didn’t shout, rather you complained in a small voice. “I know. But you have to or else it’ll be worse for both of us.” You knew it was a compulsion for all the omegas to wear a collar with a name tag of their alphas. You turned around the metal tag to see what you already knew would be there.

Winter’s

Odd, you had expected it to say James and not Winter Soldier. Because ever other omega had one with their alpha’s first name. You ran your thumb over the engraving. “Why does it say this? Shouldn’t it be your first name?” You genuinely asked.

“Because there may be many James, but there’s only one Winter Soldier.” A weird feeling bloomed into your chest, it was close to pride but you suppressed it. You weren’t going to be reduced to your primal instincts, you had a functioning brain and you were going to use it.

“Ohh. Aren’t you going to mate me?” You finally asked the question you had been eager to ask since a long time now. What felt amusing was that Bucky was answering all of your questions, while you were sure the other alphas would get annoyed and tell you to shut the fuck up.

“No.”

The relief you had denied yourself for so long finally spread through your body. The thing you feared the most was not happening and you hadn’t ever felt happier. “Thank you. Though I must ask why? Is there someone else in your life?” You probably were crossing a line, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“No. I just… I just don’t want to force you.” His words were so sincere that you wanted to cry with how sweet the alpha was, but then you bitterly remembered who he was. You couldn’t stop the hysterical laugh that bubbled up in your throat.

“You better be joking! Are you serious? What the fuck!” You spat out while giggling. “Of course I’m serious. I know you hate me more than anything else, but you have to trust me on this one.” His eyes were warm despite being deep blue and you didn’t know how he managed that.

“You are the Winter Soldier! You are literally the reason all of us are suffering and you say you won’t force yourself on me? Are you insane? What even is your problem? And trust you? I’d rather be dead than trust a scum like you.” You huffed out.

Bucky closed his eyes and took in a long breath. “I don’t…” he wanted to tell you something but he stopped himself short. “You know what, it’s late. Let’s go to sleep.” You wanted to know what he was saying before, but he quickly went back to his side and buried himself under the covers.

You grumbled to yourself about how you’d managed to score the most insane alpha on this planet. You stretched a little before yawning and laying down in the bed again. This time, the exhaustion of the day and super fluffy bed made you quickly fall into a dreamless sleep.

~~~

“Your house is beautiful.” Ann commented in her soft voice as she looked at the house. A little smile spread across your lips, “Thank you. But it’s not my house. Also I’m pretty sure it’s haunted.” You jested and her face turned around to look at you with wide eyes. “Wait, what?”

“I believe someone else lives in this house except us but Buc…. my Alpha doesn’t believe me.” You nearly slipped up Bucky’s name but gladly correctly yourself before anyone could notice. Ann shook her head at your antiques.

It had been a month since you had first met Bucky and by now, you had slipped well into the role of pretending to be his mate. Omegas usually dressed such that their bonding marks were hidden, you wore clothes with high collar to hide the absence of one.

Bucky’s behaviour still didn’t sit right with you, he still hadn’t mated with you and rather chatted with you as you were his friend, not his omega. He was also interested in asking about how your life was before this and you had seen a flash of guilt in his eyes for the first time.

Today, Bucky had arranged a party in his house. The preparation had been going on for days since only the elite members of the society were invited. The names you’d only heard before finally got a face as they arrived at the party. All of them were smiling and laughing as if they hadn’t just ruined so many peoples’ lives.

Your blood had boiled seeing those cruel alphas so happy and unable to take it anymore, you had slipped out into the backyard. It wasn’t like anyone was even looking for you, you were an unwanted omega who was only there because you had nowhere else to go. But as you were outside, you had met Ann, Brock Rumlow’s omega.

Rumlow was Bucky’s subordinate but Ann was a sweet woman and you had stroke an odd friendship with her. You both had so many problems in your life that all you wanted to do with cry on each other’s shoulder, but instead you chose to talk about stupid things that didn’t matter. It was like a small reprieve from the issues of the world.

“And that’s because there really isn’t anyone except us.” You turned around to see Bucky standing besides you. “I.. we didn’t know you were here. Sorry alpha.” Ann fumbled. Looking at her panicked state on the arrival of Bucky, you could only guess how her alpha treated her. She didn’t wait anymore and quickly went back inside.

“I was a little worried when you disappeared.” Bucky whispered as you walked side by side. The warmth of the house seeped into your skin as you entered back into the chattering crowd. “Why? You were worried I’d be poisoning all your food?” You joked.

“I wouldn’t take you for any less.” Bucky chuckled and shook his head. You looked around the party to see how the other alphas treated their omegas, they were merely a thing of possession for them and nothing else.

You and Bucky were walking very close to each other, such that your hands were touching. You didn’t know what got into you, but but placed your hand on his and interlaced your fingers and held tight. Bucky’s head snapped down to your entwined hands and he looked up at you with surprise.

“What’s this for?” You could hear the happiness in his voice as he too locked his fingers with you. The past month, you had somehow began to trust the alpha. And this little token of affection, that was your connected hands, meant so much to you. “I’m just glad I got you.” Hearing your words, a sweet smile spread on Bucky’s lips.

But soon the smile drained from both of your faces when you came face to face with none other than Alexander Pierce. You knew he was not only invited to the party, but he was very close to Bucky. For the first time in your life you were happy that you didn’t have to speak anything at all because you knew you couldn’t say anything good to Pierce.

Bucky and Pierce had some conversation you weren’t interested in listening, so instead you just awkwardly shifted from one foot to another hoping to survive today’s night somehow. But those plans were thwarted when one of the clumsy beta waiters accidentally collided with you and ended up spilling a whole tray containing champagne flutes.

“Fuck!”

You didn’t even think twice as you cursed out loud. Your clothes were wet and soggy and you groaned with disappointment. But when you looked up, you realised everyone else was staring at you with wide eyes, especially other omegas. And that’s when you realised your mistake; omegas weren’t supposed to curse.

“I noticed that you’ve got yourself a feisty one, James.” Alexander Pierce was the first one to comment and then the whole room dissolved into laughter, at your cost. You were sure half of them didn’t even hear the joke but were laughing just because pierce said something. But one thing you noted was how Pierce called Bucky James.

“Well, I’ve trained my whore right.” Rumlow commented and you felt all the sirens going red in your head. Did he really just say that? You eyes turned to poor Ann who was desperately trying to hide her face but failing to do so. You couldn’t take this anymore. You hated being so so helpless.

“What the fuck did you just say?” You said turning over to Rumlow and once again, the whole room went silent, even Pierce stopped laughing and looked at you with calculating eyes. Your hands were shaking with the immense need to punch Rumlow straight in his jaw.

“Omega.” You felt Bucky’s warning grip over your shoulder, but you didn’t stop — couldn’t stop. “You think this is funny? You think any of us want to be here? Because if it were up to me I wouldn’t even look twice at a scum like you. You think you’re some kind of an alpha trying to dominate others, but let me tell you how wrong you are. Alphas are supposed to protect, not force. Not one of you is a true alpha.”

You knew you had hurt all their egos and hurting an alpha’s ego wasn’t a good choice, but seeing literally all of them flinch at your words made you feel happier than you had ever been. But soon the shock turned into fury and you saw the way they looked at you and you gulped nervously.

“James, you’ve disappointed me by keeping your omega like this. I thought higher of you.” Pierce’s tone was purely evil and condescending and you wanted to slap his smug face. “Who the fuck cares what you think of him? You think you’re God and people will worship you? No. You are literally the devil.” You spat out at Pierce.

“You bitch!” Rumlow cried out as he began walking towards you with fury. You closed your mouth shut when you saw his malicious eyes glinting. You probably had fucked up real bad. But before Rumlow could even touch you, Bucky shielded your body with his.

“Don’t even think of touching her Rumlow. She’s mine!” Bucky growled.

You didn’t know why but seeing Bucky get protective over you made you suddenly swoon. But the fluttering feeling went away when you Bucky turned to look around at you, his eyes weren’t soft unlike before. He had stopped Rumlow but he wasn’t going to be kind to you. “Alpha,.. I..” you tried reasoning.

“Omega! Enough!” You completely froze up when you heard Bucky use his alpha voice on you for the first time. He hadn’t ever done that before and you were completely unprepared for this. Your eyes widened as you began tearing up. You hadn’t ever felt this helpless before as you omega quietened up at alpha’s command.

“Go upstairs.” This time, he used his regular voice and you still felt like shit. “I thought you were different. But turns out you’re just like the rest. A monster! All of you are going to pay…” You weren’t thinking anymore, the words just began spilling out of your mouth.

“I said go upstairs. Now!” He growled the last part in his alpha voice again and you were helpless but to follow. Now openly sobbing like a baby, you hid your face with your palms and started running up the stairs. Your heart was shattered and you felt betrayed. And yet you cursed yourself for expecting anything different.

“It would’ve been fun if you would’ve punished her in front of us.” You heard Rumlow chuckle and nearly everyone else joined in. You hadn’t ever felt this humiliated before. But what you didn’t see was the blazing glare Bucky sent Rumlow’s way.

You reached your room and closed the door with a loud bang before sagging against it. Your vision was blurry with all the tears and you were a second to late to notice the man standing in your dark room. Just as you were about to scream, a huge hand wrapped around your mouth to muffle your noises.

As you stood face to face with the mystery man, you finally realised who it was. He had an auburn beard which he didn’t carry before and his blond hair was outgrown and slicked back. And yet his blue eyes were just as piercing and honest.

“Captain America?”

Your voice was garbled due to the hand around your face and you saw him give a relieving sigh. “Promise me you won’t scream.” He whispered. You nodded and he let go of you. “Holy shit! I thought you were dead.” Despite the promise, you still shouted.

“Shhhhh” he placed a finger on his lips and shushed you. “Oops. I thought you were dead. What are you even doing here? And wait, are you the ghost I’ve been seeing around?” You whispered yelled. He snorted before replying, “Yes and no. I mean it was me who you were seeing, but no I’m not a ghost.”

“Ohhhhhh..” you were utterly confused and nothing was fitting in place. “But what are you doing here? And Bucky didn’t kill you? Wait, I mean alpha.” It had become an habit to correct yourself in front of anyone else. “No Bucky didn’t kill me, and you can call him by his name, I know you do. Also call me Steve.”

“Steve.” You said it aloud. You hadn’t ever thought you’d meet Captain America and still here you were. “You have to tell me everything Steve because I’m getting confused over here.” You wiggled excitedly as you were getting to know a top secret.

“We knew Hydra was going to take over, but it was too late. So we had to send someone over as an undercover agent, and that’s who Bucky is. We staged Bucky killing me so that he’ll grow close to Pierce and get all the inside information. And gladly the plan worked and Bucky is now the second in command. I’ve been living here all this time because anyone else wouldn’t be safe.”

Your jaw was nearly on the floor when you heard the whole story. The man who you had blamed and degraded for so long was actually a hero. Suddenly all of Bucky’s behaviour started fitting right. “So, you mean Bucky’s a good guy.” You squealed out.

“Yes. In fact, he’s the best guy. We’ve been best friends since childhood and you gotta trust me on this.” You gawked at him like a fish out of the sea. “So are you planning to take down Hydra now? If so why didn’t you tell me?” You were angry on both of them for hiding this from you. “Of course we are working towards it. I promise you, it’s going to be real soon. And we didn’t tell you because it would put you in danger.”

“I cannot believe this. Wow! Okay..” you nearly lost your vocabulary as you blabbered on. You sat on the bed with a wide smile. A new hope took place in your heart and the justice that you staunchly believed in was finally going to be served, soon.

You and Steve chatted on until you heard the party end. You patiently waited as Bucky was finally done with the day, and came into the bedroom. He looked tired as it is, and nearly his soul left his body when he saw you and Steve together. “So I see you guys already met. Fuck, I forgot I’d told Steve to wait in this room.”

“It’s okay! We’ve become great friends and gladly I’m not referred to as a ghost anymore.” Steve jested and Bucky sighed with relief when he saw you two were on good terms. “How much did you tell her?” Bucky squinted at you two. “Everything. Bucky I can’t believe you hid all of this from me, I mean I was going to kill you more than once.”

“Yeah. I would’ve gladly taken that knife.” Bucky ran a hand through his short hair. You stopped smiling and looked at Steve. “Bucky..” Steve started and Bucky shook his head. He gave a smile which you knew was fake, “I was joking. Anyway, the guests are gone and I’m very tired, we should talk in the morning.” By now you knew Bucky said this when he wanted to avoid a topic.

“Yeah you’re right. Good night!” Steve wished before leaving you two alone in your room. Bucky didn’t even change his clothes as he laid down on the bed. You didn’t know what else to do so you two joined him. “I’m sorry.” Bucky said in the silence of the night.

“Huh, for what?” After listening to what Steve said, you had nearly forgotten what happened at the party. “For how I.. umm, behaved at the party. I had to stop you or they’d do worse and I., I couldn’t see that. I had to use my voice or else you’d not only get yourself into something horrible but also blow my cover. So I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I felt like shit back then, but now I understand. I’m not holding anything against you, not anymore. And I’m sorry too for putting you in trouble.” You we’re both staring at the ceiling as you said softly. For the first time, you were sleeping much closer to each other, such that you felt each other’s warmth seep through.

“I feel like killing all of them, but I can’t, not yet. And it hurts me. I hate laughing with them as if it’s not killing me inside to see what’s happening in the world.” You hadn’t ever seen Bucky be this vulnerable in front of you. You hesitantly placed your hand on Bucky’s hand and when he didn’t stop, you reassuring rubbed it.

Bucky turned to look at you and you could see the pain in his clear blue eyes. Wordlessly, you both shifted closer until you were holding each other tightly. It felt so good to be held by someone after so long. And Bucky’s big arms encased your body perfectly within. “I may not have been able to stop it, but I promise you, I’m going to burn them to the ground.” He whispered in your hair.

“I know. I trust you.”

In the warm embrace of an alpha you trusted, you fell into a satisfying sleep. When you woke up, it felt as if you were sleeping on a heater; your body was too warm for your liking and a weird kind of ache was persistent in your core.

Your face was buried in your alpha’s neck and you were overcome with the urge to breathe in your alpha’s scent. But he was wearing scent blockers and you twitched your nose in displease in your sleepy state. Your tongue darted out to lick off the blockers and you felt your alpha move beneath you.

You kept on licking his neck in order to get to finally scent him as you felt him wake up. You heard him take in a deep breath before growling out, “Omega..” he began purring deep in his chest and you held him tighter.

The ache in your core became too much to bare so you started grinding on his thigh which was wedged between your legs. You moaned as you got some relief but before you could do anything more, he pushed you off of him and went to the other side of the room.

“No no. Fuck! God, Fuck! You’re in heat.” Bucky pressed a hand to his head as took in your desperate form. Your lust added brain was a little slow to process his words but when you did, your eyes flew wide and you quickly sat up on the bed. “Bucky,.. I.. I don’t know what to do.”

“Calm down. We’ll find a way. I.. shit it’s my fault. Sleeping so close must’ve sent you into an heat.” Bucky ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Shit. Sorry.” You shook your head as he apologised. “Don’t be sorry. Please.”

You wanted Bucky to help you through your heat not just because you knew it’d be hell without him, but because he was Bucky. Not just the alpha was super attractive, but he was a good person too and that somehow made him even sexier.

“Why don’t you help me?” You finally gathered the courage to ask. “What? No. You don’t want me to do that.” Bucky plainly stated. “That’s not true. I want you. And I’m sure you won’t be able to control yourself when I slip further into heat.”

“Those stories are bullshit. I can perfectly control myself in front of an omega in heat.” Bucky felt hurt at your accusation. “No Bucky, I didn’t mean it like that. But please help me. This is going to be my first heat after coming off suppressant and it’s going to be worse, I just know it. Also,… I do like you.” You whispered the last part.

“Yeah right.“ Bucky replied sarcastically. “Bucky I know I hated you, but that was before I knew the truth. Now that I know who you are and what you’re doing, of course I don’t hate you anymore. I trust you. And even before that, the way you’ve behaved with me the past whole month.. I just don’t have words for my gratitude.”

Out of all the responses you expected, a laughter wasn’t one of it. “How are you even talking like that? Gratitude? Really?” Bucky looked cute while he laughed and the way his nose scrunched up was absolutely adorable. You knew it was what you truly felt, but you still blamed the sudden affection on your heat addled brain.

“I was an lit major, I told you. Also I don’t lose my head when I’m in heat. I’m giving you my complete consent.” Bucky laughter stopped and he looked at you with an expression you couldn’t place. “Really?” He sounded surprised. “Yes. Please Bucky.”

Bucky covered the distance between you two in the blink of an eyes and didn’t waste any time in pulling you into a scorching kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft against yours as you kissed each other passionately. You had more than once fantasised about his lips and your omega was preening at the way he kissed you.

“Bucky, please…” your voice was a needy whine against his lips. His teeth sank into your lower lip and tugged on it and the action had you weak in your knees. He pecked the worried skin again before smiling down at you, “I know. Let me take care of you.”

You were confused, but didn’t complain as he pulled you into the bathroom. He slowly pulled up your shirt and pressed kisses to every inch of skin that was exposed. You hadn’t ever been naked in front of him, but the way he was worshipping you, you didn’t feel insecure in the least. By the time you were finally naked, you were already writhing like a leaf.

You were completely naked except for the collar around your neck which you had forgotten to take off. You didn’t expect Bucky to remove it, but you were shocked when his fingers opened the lock and threw the collar down along with your clothes. This gesture made you have heart eyes for Bucky.

Unlike the patience he had shown you, he quickly discarded his clothes. You became speechless when you saw his body, his taut abs, thick thighs and bulging biceps had you drooling on the spot. The metal arm only added on to the rugged look and you were already having nasty thoughts on it.

“Fuck..” you went cross eyed when you when you saw his thick alpha cock. It was long and veiny and you desperately wanted to put your mouth on it. But instead, you subconsciously licked your dry lips. You could see the place where his knot would be swollen and the thought of his knot sent your brain into an overdrive.

“Come on.” He pulled you into the shower and you sighed as the warm water cascaded down your tensed muscles. But you couldn’t keep your eyes off the way the droplets were making rivulets down Bucky’s magnificent body. You didn’t think once before peeking out your tongue and licking a long line on Bucky’s sternum.

As the water washed down the heavy blockers, you could finally scent your alpha. Rich piney undertones mixed with a little spice and something that was completely Bucky filled your lungs. The scent was unlike anything you’d ever smelled and you could bury yourself in it for the rest of your life.

“You like me that much?” Bucky chuckled and you nodded with an absent mind. His hands gently kneaded your muscles as he lathered your body with soap. His hands on you were making you feel needier and you were constantly whining as he purred to cooed you down.

“Why did you get me here?” You asked as the water finally washed off the soap from both of your bodies. “To remove my blockers and relax you. And see, it worked.” He was stood behinds you and his breath ghosted on your the shell of your ear.

His hands were exploring your body and you arched your back to lay your on his shoulder. You whimpered as Bucky placed his hand between your legs and spread them. When his fingers finally touched your needy folds, a little hum left your lips and Bucky growled.

Two of his fingers rubbed your sensitive petals before his middle finger started pressing tight circles over your swollen clit. “Bucky pleaseee..” you begged. But still he didn’t let up, his movements were slow yet calculated. You squirmed in Bucky’s hold and he just held you tighter. “Stay still, let me stretch you out for my cock first.”

“Don’t… don’t say stuff like that. I won’t be able to stop myself.” Your voice had a seductive lilt to it. “Then don’t stop yourself.” With that, Bucky finally pushed his thick finger into your pulsing hole. “You’re so tight. Don’t worry though, I’ll take good care of you.” He closed the shower and turned you around.

He pushed you a little until you were leaning on the wall as he sat down on his knees in front of you. He lifted on of your legs and placed it on his shoulder. You weaved your fingers through his hair to balance yourself and his eyes zeroed in on your cunt. “You’re so pretty. And all mine.”

You were loving the way Bucky got possessive over you, it gave you a warm sense of happiness that you were wanted by this gorgeous man. You hated the conditions which landed you here, but you loved that you found a mate who took such good care of you. Not your mate, your brain supplied.

But all these thoughts left your mind when you felt Bucky’s hot tongue lick your folds. “Fuck! Ohmygod Bucky!” You clutched his hair tighter as he ate you out like a famished man. His tongue played with your wet cunt while his lips sucked on your throbbing nub.

His ministrations were making you even more wet and he was licking up your slick with fervour, it was like an unending circle you didn’t want to get out of. His tongue teased your hole before entering it. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked you with his wet tongue.

You couldn’t stop yourself as you grinded down on his face and Bucky gladly took it all without complain. Once you were relaxed enough on his tongue, he once again began fingering you while his tongue flicked your clit. His two thick fingers were deliciously pumping within you as your back arched against the cold tiles of the wall.

Stars burst behind your eyes when you came around his fingers. Your body nearly fell ahead but Bucky’s hand snapped up in time to hold you against the wall and stop you from falling. When Bucky pulled back, you could see the wet lower half of his face and the image was the most erotic thing you’d seen.

“I need your knot.” That was all your brain could process as you stared deeply into his blue eyes. Bucky smiled as he stood up and picked you up in his arms, bridal style. You squealed at the sudden gesture, “How are you even doing this?” You were surprised that he was easily carrying you without any strain. “I’m a super soldier, bunny.”

“Hnngg.” Even you didn’t know what kind of sound that was, but it was probably the sign that your brain was malfunctioning at the cute nickname. Bucky laughed at your state, but it wasn’t mocking, rather it was endearing. He pressed sweet kisses to your face as he placed you on the bed.

You turned around on your stomach and raised your hips such that you were presenting. “You don’t have to present, we can just.. you know.” Bucky had just eaten you out and now he was acting all shy. “It will be easier this was for me Bucky. Please!”

You wiggled your hips and the tactic worked as Bucky was upon you in the next second. He turned your head to the side to deeply kiss you and you tasted yourself on his tongue and it was oddly arousing. “Thank you.” Bucky whispered.

“Why?” You didn’t understand what he was saying. “For letting me have you.” Your eyes teared up at how gentle he was being. “Why are you like this?” You mumbled out and Bucky just snorted. “My alpha’s all protective over you, always was.” He became still the moment the words were out of his mouth fearing that you’d get mad at him.

“I like that.” He let out a relieved breath when you said this. He buried his nose in your neck and inhaled deeply. “Your scent drives me crazy, bunny, only I know how I’ve managed to keep my hands off you.” He licked and sucked on your neck until it was wet with his saliva.

His eyes locked on the place your mating bite was supposed to be, all he had to do was bite and you’d be his forever, but he shook himself out of the thought. He jerked his cock in his hands twice before lining it up with your hole. He closed his eyes and growled when his headed finally popped into your tight heat.

Just the head of his cock was making you feel overwhelmed and by the time he was halfway in, you began squirming. “Bucky.. I don’t… I don’t think I can take it.” Bucky was slowly thrusting his way into you. Pulling back and pushing in until you took an inch more of him.

“You can take me bunny, I know you can.” He didn’t want to hurt you, he possibly couldn’t, his alpha hindbrain was crazy for keeping you safe and sated. You curled your fingers into the comforter and shut your eyes when his entire length was buried within your walls.

You hadn’t ever felt more full in your life and your omega brain was preening with the sensation. Bucky gave you a moment to settle before thrusting into you. He began slow and calculated and increased his pace until he was going hard and frantic.

His metal hand was holding your hip tightly and you knew it was going to bruise soon. And you liked that your alpha was leaving his mark on you. You had sex before, but this was unlike any you ever had. You were sure Bucky had ruined you for anyone else, the way he was gentle and yet fucked you better than anyone else.

“I’m glad you feel that way bunny.” You bit your tongue when you realised you’d said your thoughts out loud. “You have no idea what you do to me, you literally make me crazy for you. I’m going to ruin you for every other man, bunny. You’re mine, only mine!”

“Oh Bucky, yes! I’m yours, only yours.” You craved out as he fucked you into the mattress. Bucky veiny cock was rubbing your right spots and you felt the heat in your core rise. You wanted Bucky, no you needed him more than you needed water. You wanted to belong to him, forever.

“Make me yours alpha, bite me!”

Bucky froze when he heard your plea. He knew you were on the peak of your heat, and you definitely didn’t mean it. But it was so difficult convincing his alpha side which was doing backflips with the prospect of you wanting him just as much as he wanted you.

You began fucking yourself on his cock when he didn’t move and Bucky realised that you needed him to be sane at the moment. You were vulnerable and he wasn’t going to take advantage of that, no matter what his primal instincts shouted him to do.

Holding you still again, he began fucking you with the same passion. Bucky knot was swollen and it tugged just the right was on your walls. “Bucky!” You sobbed when you felt yourself grow closer. Bucky growled when you chanted his name and it was all it took for you to fall down the edge of pleasure.

You muffled your screams into the pillow as you came harder than you ever had. Your body convulsed as you experienced this euphoria and tears slipped from your eyes from the sheer intensity of it. Feeling your walls clench down on him, Bucky couldn’t hold back any longer and pushed his swollen knot into you before coming.

You arched your neck and Bucky’s jaw ached with the need to sink his teeth into your soft flesh and claim you. His face were dangerously close to your neck as you blissfully came beneath him, your scent was making him growl like a caveman. But before he could do something terrible, Bucky quickly bit down on his metal arm.

Bucky’s knot prolonged your orgasm and you weren’t aware of your surroundings. All you cared for was your alpha and his cock buried deep within you. Soon, you felt him press little kisses on your face, neck and shoulder and you practically melted under his love.

When you calmed down and the frenzy heat began dissipating, you noticed that Bucky was still pressing kisses into you skin while murmuring sweet words. Now that your brain was functioning again, you remembered what Bucky had done towards the end.

“Bucky..,” you called his name and he hummed from behind. “Thank you. I was out of it when I asked you to… umm, mark me. But thank you for not actually doing it.” Bucky’s knot still hadn’t gone down so Bucky was spooning you from behind. He turned you around and kissed you sweetly.

“You told me you trusted me. I couldn’t break that trust.” Just these words brought back tears to your eyes. Unlike his appearance, he was the sweetest guy you’d ever met. And you didn’t ever want to lose him under any circumstances.

You believed him and Steve that one day this regime was going to fall. But what after that? Would he leave you? Did he have a lover? “Bucky, do you love someone?” You asked the dreaded question. But no matter what you did, you weren’t prepared for the answer as he whispered back, “Yes.”

~~~

You kept walking around the big hall of the house in circles while anxiously fidgeting with your fingers. You eyes were glued to the door of the house and you were desperately waiting for Bucky’s arrival.

Yesterday, Hydra’s rule had finally fallen, just like Bucky had promised and it was the happiest day of your life. You had danced like an idiot in the house and thrown away the collar. But that had been yesterday, and you still hadn’t heard from Bucky.

In a way you had, the news were flashing photos of Bucky and Steve and lauding them for their bravery and while the fact that Bucky himself was the Winter Soldier was classified for the public, you knew what sacrifices Bucky had done to get this freedom and it brought tears to your eyes.

Bucky had been the one to kill Pierce and the fact was like a soothing balm to your burning ache. The other high ranking alphas had been arrested by now and the law was now looking for the lower rankers who had still committed crimes.

But in all of this, you had no clue where Bucky was. He hadn’t called neither had he visited you. Before he had gone, he had warned you not to leave the house until he came back and you were going to listen to this order. So all you could do in the huge walls of this house, was wait.

Your ears perked up when you heard a car pull up in your driveway and you began running towards the door when you saw it was Bucky. There was a little dried blood on his body and a few bandages as you opened the door and flung yourself into his arms.

Bucky caught you and spun you around as you laughed in joy and freedom. “You’re free!” Bucky shouted as he kept holding you up, not letting you down. “I know and it’s the best feeling in this entire world! Thank you Bucky. Thank you so much!”

You surged up to kiss Bucky and he kissed you like the soldier returning from war that he was, desperate and yet loving. You conveyed the words you couldn’t speak through that kiss. You wanted to scream to the world and tell everyone how much you loved Bucky, but instead you settled on letting him kiss you silly.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need something? Why are you late?” You couldn’t stop your worried self from bombarding him with questions. “I’m fine, really. They patched me up well and I’m okay now. I was late because we had to literally form the whole government in one day and it was very hectic. Though I realise I should’ve at least called you.”

“It’s okay though. You’re good and that’s all I want.” You replied earnestly. “Hmm. Come on, let’s pack our bags.” Bucky replied excitedly as you two walked upstairs and you nodded with enthusiasm. You knew Bucky didn’t own this house, it was given to him by Hydra so you were glad you were going to move out of it.

“Do you know Tony offered me a place to stay?” Bucky asked as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Tony who?” You didn’t get who he was talking about. “Tony stark! The billionaire.” You mouth fell open at Bucky’s words. “Oh my goodness! Tony freaking stark offered you a place to stay? Really? But where? And how? You can’t keep me guessing.”

“There were a lot many of us who were working secretly to throw over hydra, stark was one of us and we called our group the Avengers. So now stark has decided to build a tower where we can all stay and work together. I’m momentarily shifting to a small flat in Brooklyn but I can’t wait to move in with the rest. I’m sure you’ll be dying to go to your house.”

You were giggling with childish excitement until the last sentence. All this time, you had thought you’d move in with Bucky and live with him. But you were suddenly reminded of the cold reality. All the bonding agreements done under Hydra’s jurisdiction were now annulled and that included you and Bucky.

You weren’t mates anymore.

Bucky saw the way your face dropped, “What happened?” He asked sincerely. Of course he was oblivious to your feelings. It had been three months since you’d known Bucky identity and had shared heat, and after that each and every day you fell more and more in love with him.

“Can I hug you?” You wanted to be held by him one last time before you parted your ways. He extended his hands and made grabby gesture. You couldn’t stop the tears as he hugged you tightly. You wished you were lucky enough to get this man’s love.

“Hey! Look at me. Why are you crying bunny?” He titled your chin up to look at him in the eyes. After that night, he always called you bunny now. You shook your head as you wiped the never ending tears with the back of your hands. “Nothing.. I’m just… I’m just gonna miss you.”

You started crying harder when Bucky didn’t say anything back. Instead he just looked at you as if he was given a high volt shock. “You’ll miss me? Really?” His words sounded unbelieving. “Of course I’ll miss you, you idiot. I’ve been here for four months with you, and a pretty alpha like you is hard to forget.”

You were somewhat angry with his for being so oblivious. Like you literally kissed him when he came back and he was still thinking you didn’t like him. You felt a little relieved when Bucky cracked a smile. “I’m glad you think I’m pretty.” He said with a smirk.

“Won’t you miss me?” You asked. Bucky rubbed the tear tracks on your cheek and looked at you with an expression that felt too much like love. You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but it felt nice. “I’ll more than just miss you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. “Yeah? What else do you wanna say? Because I think there’s something both of us want to tell but are probably too scared to say it aloud.” You gathered all your courage to say these words. “You’re right. Why don’t we say it together? God, I hope it’s the same thing or you’ll probably kill me.” He joked.

“One…. Two… Three.”

“I love you!”

“I’m in love with you!”

You both said in unison, your words overlapping. You both shouted happily as a happy looked cross both of your faces, it was actually the best day of your life. “I love you so much, bunny. But I thought you didn’t love me back.” He circled his arms around you and pulled you into a kiss. “You’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever met. But I love you, so so much.”

One moment you were giggling and the next you were on the bed lying under Bucky. You carelessly undressed each other as you smiled and laughed. Bucky was pressing kisses to your face and you’d noted that he loved doing that. You were so glad that Bucky was such an attentive lover.

“Bucky… I want to be your mate.”

Bucky stopped for a minute as he looked down at you before smiling widely, “I want that too. I’ve wanted it for so long now. Thank you.” The way Bucky always felt honoured when you let him do something always boosted your ego. You felt like a goddess whenever you were with him.

“Bite me now Bucky. Make me yours.” You whispered in between wet kisses. You couldn’t wait for the bond to sing in your blood. You went to turn around on your stomach but Bucky stopped you. “I want to see your face as I make you mine.”

His fingers traced your wet folds but this time, you stopped him. “I need you Bucky and I need you now. Please don’t make me wait for I’ve already waited too long.” He spread your legs and settled in between. “Are you sure?” He asked he lined his cock with your weeping entrance.

“More than anything.” He entered you in a single long stroke and your toes curled at the addictive sensation of being so full of Bucky. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he began moving inside you. You both maintained eye contact and you swore you were going to lose yourself into those blue depths.

You pressed kisses on the column of Bucky’s neck and those kisses soon turned into little nibbles. You loved your tongue over it to soothe the flesh and when you pulled back, you realised you’d left a map of marks over his neck. Seeing him marked up because of you, made an intense feeling flare up within you.

You let your hand drift over his cold metal arm until you reached his palm and interlocked your fingers with his. He pushed your hand and held it over your head as you kept squeezing his palm while his flesh hand was settled on your hip as he made love to you.

His thrusts became uncoordinated and soon you felt his knot form at the base. You knew you were close, but you needed a little more. You relished in the way his alpha scent enveloped you as the blockers wore off. And now you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life being comforted by this scent.

“Bucky, please make me yours.”

Bucky grunted and kissed you messily before sucking on your neck. He traced his tongue over your sensitive skin and made sure you were relaxed before he sank his teeth in. You climaxed at the exact moment he claimed you as his.

The feeling was so passionate that you felt the little tug of the strings that connected your soul to Bucky’s. You didn’t know where you ended and where he began, for now you were one entity, bonded forever. In this life and the next.

You felt Bucky cum in you as he achieved his pleasure and this doubled down your sensations. This felt like a perfect moment, one you’d never forget and keep really close to your heart. A serene feeling washed over you and you fluttered your eyes shit to just enjoy the moment.

As usual, Bucky was dotting over you when you came down from the immense high. He was licking over the bonding mark as he purred. When he saw your eyes focus back on him instead of your glassy look, he smiled and kissed you on your lips. You were too lax to respond so you just let him explore your mouth.

“Bucky, remember when I asked you during my last heat if you loved someone and you said yes.. was it me you were talking about?” You mumbled in a post orgasmic haze. “You have a pretty sharp memory. And yes, it was you. I don’t know when exactly but I’ve loved you for a very long time now.”

“Hmmm. Same here.” You replied back. “Wait. I forgot to tell you something.” You got a little worried at Bucky’s serious tone. “What happened?” You tried searching his eyes for any sign of problem. “Oh, don’t get worried bunny, it’s nothing bad, actually it’s something very good.”

“Are you going to stop playing around and tell me what it is!” You playfully slapped your alpha and he chuckled. “Yeah yeah. Actually we are starting a shelter for all the people who suffered through these past few months, especially omegas. And when we were discussing, Steve and I suggested your name. So would you be interested in looking after the project?”

Your eyes twinkled with happiness. You always wanted to help people with a burning passion and this was the best way to go through. By working again, you’d reclaim your own life that you had lost and you’d be able help so many others like you. This opportunity was perfect. “I’d love to Bucky. I’d love to.”

You didn’t know if there was anyone up above writing the pages of your fate. But if there indeed was someone, you’d like to thank them for somehow making you meet Bucky Barnes.

MOB!BUCKY MASTERLIST

18+ | Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader

the adventures of bucky and his little fairy.

recommended to be read in order, but most can be read as standalones.

just let me see them

your best friend, bucky, has done some research about makeup for you. it's imperative that you show him your boobs.

look at me forever

continuation of just let me see them.

watch me cry

request: can you write some with mob!bucky x best friend!reader where he makes her cry and they stop talking for awhile? please make it angsty!!

big mouth

you have a bad habit of running your mouth when you're tipsy. luckily, your best friend is always prepared to help you out of any trouble that big mouth of yours gets you in.

tug of war

ex!pietro wants you back, but bucky will never give you up. you're his, and his alone.

just like a fairy

the start of the most loving friendship in history.

how you love me

bucky's high out of his mind, and paranoid about saving you from apparent danger. taking advantage of the fact that he won't recall any of this, you reveal your true feelings to him.

play pretend

in order to appease his uncle, bucky needs to prove that he's a family man. what better way to get that image across than with a loving wife? there's only one problem: bucky doesn't have a wife. he does, however, have a little fairy.

I love your Instagram imagines so much! I have a concept with Nawal Sari (nawalsari on Instagram and Pinterest) where Reader is Harry’s best friend and the fans love her so much and she always interacts with them and stuff? No pressure though! 💕

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yourinstagram even tho he annoys me most of the times, this dude has been my best friend for eleven years now and i just can’t imagine my life without him, and i’m beyond proud of him 🥺

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Thena x Autistic reader?? Reader has bad memory, talks at bad times and has tics? Tics that are like random head movements and saying things randomly? Sorry, just tryna make it so I can relate to it if you do end up writing it🏋️‍♀️

Hey! So I’m going to try my best at writing this, but I’ve never done Thena or an autistic reader, nor am I autistic, so if any of this is offensive, I really apologize and please call me out on it!

But here it is! Hope you enjoy it @whyisgam0raa

Let it be Known

Pairing: Thena x autistic! Reader

Warnings: protective Thena, mean Ikaris, overall pretty fluffy

Summary: Thena is very protective over you

You were a part of the Eternals, you could control water and ice. Most of the team liked you, most being everyone but Ikaris, he had something against you, and you weren’t sure what.

One day during a meeting with the team about a problem with the humans, that day your tics were really bad, possibly due to stress from the problem. Your head would make random movements while others were talking, you could tell it was making some people a little annoyed, mainly Ikaris, which made you a little embarrassed but Thena smiling at you from across the table when she saw you were, made that feeling go away.

Ikaris was in the middle of proposing what he thought the solution to the problem was when you blurted out, “the blue on your suit is made from Woad, Isatis tinctoria.” Your hand flew to cover your mouth, knowing Ikaris absolutely hated when you would blurt stuff out at the wrong time due to your tics. He glared at you, and you mumbled an apology. “You know what? Why are you even on this team?!? It’s obvious that your autism is affecting the productivity of this team and you really shouldn’t be on it! Those stupid tics of yours are just causing more problems!” Ikaris was full on yelling at you, but it was just making your head jolt more and more.

Thena jumped up and summoned her sword and shield, “you better shut up now unless you want this in a really uncomfortable place.” He glared at Thena but backed down. You ran off and Thena ran after you, leaving Ikaris to get chewed out by the rest of the team.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s alright, come here,” she moved to comfort you. “Ikaris is just being mean and an ass, it’s not true, I promise.” “I like you, a lot,” you mentally face palmed yourself, why did it have to be at this moment you blurt out your biggest secret. “I’m so sorry,” you quickly stated as soon as you saw Thena’s confused face. “I don’t know why I said that, I mean it’s true, but like you obviously don’t like me back so I probably just ruined our friendship.” You were rambling, you both knew it.

To stop you, Thena leaned over and planted a kiss to your lips, you immediately kissed back. After a little, you both separated, “what was I saying,” you laughed, only half joking. “Oh, just that you’d love to go on a date with me this Friday.” She winked at you, and you blushed, “sounds good to me.”

AND AND IT HAS 10K+ WORDS AND IS STILL BEING UPDATED?!?

Run These Streets {5} || Street Racer!Bucky

Summary: With a new car and a new found freedom, Bucky is ready to take back his streets. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, smut (unprotected sex, fem rec oral) WC: 2.3k

Bucky Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five

“I’m gonna be in jeans all damn summer.” Bucky grumbled after the ankle monitor was unlocked and dropped in the probation officer's bag. “Look at this tan line.”

“I didn’t think you could even tan.” You giggled behind your hand as he massaged the free limb and scoffed. “Pretty sure I’ve only ever seen you burn.”

After signing a few documents Bucky walked his probation officer to his car on the street and grinned when his sneakers hit the pavement, something he hadn’t been able to do for months. You couldn’t help laughing as he punched the air triumphantly and stuck his tongue out. It was like a window to the past seeing him so excited, for a second Bucky was 17 again. 

“Wanna take a road trip to Miami?” He asked suddenly. “Plenty of rich kids down there to sell the Cali to.”

You looked at the candy red Ferrari parked in the garage and pouted. “It was kind of growing on me.”

“You said that about the Supra too.” He smirked. “What happened to eww it’s an import!”

 “First off, I don’t sound like that.” You said before pausing. “And…I don’t have a comeback to that.”

His fingers were already twirling the keys that he had pulled from his pocket as he waited for you to give him an answer.

“This is what you want to do with your newfound freedom? Drive for 20 hours.” You reconfirmed, his eager nod making him look so young and innocent that you immediately caved and agreed. “Fine, but you should invite Steve and Hannah along too. He’s been dying to see you wearing more than just boxers.”

He laughed as he pulled you into his arms, shaking his head at the reminder of the many days on home detention where he couldn’t be bothered getting dressed. “Bullshit, Steve’s always enjoyed perving up on this.”

“I can understand the appeal.” You said as you bit your lip and trailed your eyes over his body. “But I always did feel like a third wheel in your bromance.”

“Fuck I’m sexy.” Bucky stated boldly as he walked into the room with a pair of bright red heart shaped sunglasses. “I am rocking this look.”

“I’d say you’re a solid 8.” Steve said seriously before going back to plugging in his PlayStation in your tv. 

“Will you stop going through my closet?” You huffed as you tried to take the silly glasses back but Bucky’s lanky height towered over you. “I have things in there.”

“I know.” He smirked as he watched you try and fail to reach the cheap costume glasses, his eyes fixated on the lace of your bra peeking out of your top with each jump. “I wish our school had a uniform like the one you have.”

“Bucky…” You growled, forgetting the glasses as his words caught Steve’s attention and his head popped up from behind the tv. “That was a halloween costume and that is all I will say on the matter. I’m going to do my homework and pretend you don’t exist okay.”

“Goodluck with that, doll.” He winked, shoving the sunglasses atop his head and dropping onto the couch as Steve tossed him a controller. “What’d you get this week?”

“Gran Turismo.” Steve said as he sat on the floor in front of Bucky. 

“Again?” Bucky chuckled. “Just give up already, you can’t beat me.”

Steve didn’t answer as he concentrated on picking the car and race track that might give him an advantage.

Every Friday night was the same, staying up until dawn playing video games, eating junk food and planning extravagant adventures that would likely never happen. The only thing that changed was whose house you were at. This week was your turn to host since Steve’s mom was sick and Bucky’s dad was on an Army training exercise.

After closing your books and packing them away for school on Monday, you fell across the couch, kicking your feet up on the armrest and laying your head on Bucky’s lap. His arms came down around you without missing a turn on the track and your heart beat rapidly as you watched how his fingers moved across the controller.

“Alright, I’m tired of spanking your ass Rogers. Tell me you brought another game.” Bucky teased as he won yet another race and dropped the controller so he could rest a hand on your waist. 

“My turn.” Steve chuckled, holding the plastic cover up. “Call of Duty.”

Bucky grinned as he sat up a little straighter and your pillow shifted until he was in the prime position to play the new game. “You’re on.” 

“What’s the point of this?” You asked as they ran around like headless chickens, shooting anyone they came across including each other. “You’re on the same team.”

“So?” Steve laughed. “He can’t get more points if he’s busy respawning. Fuck!”

Steve dropped the controller as his half of the screen turned red and replayed the killshot, Bucky’s abs bouncing against you as he tried not to laugh too hard. 

“You were saying, punk?” Bucky teased, before patting your side to get you to sit up so he could pull you onto his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist and he placed your hands on his so you were holding the controller with him. “This is how you aim and this is the trigger.”

“I think I should stick to racing games.” You growled as you died once again. “Sorry, I’m ruining your stats.”

“Ugh, don’t apologise to him, just keep playing,” Steve begged. “I’m only one kill away from winning.”

You could never understand how a man could pack so light or fast but Bucky was ready to go in minutes with the necessities; a bottle of whiskey, a change of clothes and some cash left over from the sale of the Supra. With your bag finally packed and sitting with Bucky’s in the trunk of the Ferari, you were heading to Steve’s house where he was waiting outside practically chomping at the bit to get in the car along with Hannah.

“Do you know how long I have been dreaming of this road trip?” He grinned as he climbed in the back. “This is how we should have spent the summer of senior year. It’s not like those college visits did us any good.”

You laced your hand with Bucky’s as he wove through the traffic to get on the interstate south. It was a beautiful day for a road trip, the sun was shining and a tepid breeze blew through the windows that were down. Steve had made it his mission to steal the auxiliary cord and plug his phone in to control the music despite knowing the lifelong rule that whoever rides shotgun is in charge but he had fallen asleep somewhere around Richmond, Virginia, Hannah soon following after laying her head on his shoulder. 

Bucky looked more content than you had seen him in months and the carefree smile was something you had sorely missed. Everything about him looked perfect and you couldn’t help taking a photo to capture the moment as he rested his arm along the open window and slapped the steering wheel in time to the beat of a Lynyrd Skynyrd song. 

Tossing your phone back in the centre console, you placed your hand on Bucky’s thigh and watched the terrain go by in a blur. Your thumb massaged the denim material mindlessly, slowly creeping closer up his leg without any conscious thought. It wasn’t until you reached the crease of his pocket that he cleared his throat and you looked across to see him smirking down at your hand and you froze. 

“You should be concentrating on the road, Barnes.”

 “You know, I am trying to focus…” He groaned. “But I can’t deny that it doesn’t feel good. Keep going, please.”

You looked over your shoulder and found Steve’s mouth open as he snored with Hannah in a similar state. Satisfied they were fast asleep, you teased your fingers over the fly of his jeans and watched him take a sharp intake of breath. The sound sent a bolt of lightning to your core and you crossed your legs to ease the friction that was suddenly as necessary as air to survive. 

From the throaty chuckle he gave you knew he had noticed your reaction and reached over to run this thumb along your neck. “I love how your pulse races for me…”

“You better find a motel for the night.” You warned as you caught his hand and brought it down to the apex of your thighs. “I need you.”

The rev of the car woke Steve and he sat up, rubbing his eyes as he looked around and spotted the sign for Virginia Beach. 

“Sunset on the beach…romantic.” He grinned, waking up Hannah as Bucky pulled into the first motel that had a vacancy sign. “This dump, not so much.”

“You’ve slept in worse places.” You teased as you grabbed your handbag and followed Bucky to the reception.

Bucky’s lips were on yours before the door to the room even closed, the bags getting dropped unceremoniously beside a second before he dragged you to the bed. 

“You get off on teasing me don’t you doll.” Bucky moaned as he unwrapped you with all the vigour of a child at Christmas. “Getting my blood pumping.”

You sighed longingly as his lips left a trail of fire down your collarbone and over the soft flesh of your breasts. “What can I say, I love where it leads.”

Your squeal of surprise filled the room when Bucky suddenly fell back on the bed and pulled you with him but you quickly recovered as you straddled his hips. Bucky’s large hands guided your body down on his and your head fell back with a moan as he filled you.

“You feel so good baby.” He moaned as you rolled your hips and teased your nipples, pinching and rolling them to stiff peaks as he watched on hungrily. “Lemme taste ‘em.”

He pushed your hands aside so he could suck your nipple into his mouth, his tongue soft and warm like a velvet dream that left your core tightening around him. The need to climax spurred you to move faster, the cheap headboard and the spring mattress bumping and squeaking with every movement. You bit your lip as you tried to stay quiet, not wanting to add to the noise knowing who it was on the other side of the wall, but it was mission impossible and you cried out when Bucky thrust up into you.

Quiet moans echoed through the wall and you shook your head as if you could shake away the knowledge of what Steve and Hannah were doing. Bucky smirked as he heard them too and he flipped you over, the glint of his competitive nature bleeding into his eyes as he pulled out.

“Bucky, please…” you whined as your pussy ached to be filled by him again.

“Patience sweetheart.” He chuckled as he settled between your legs. “I didn’t get to say hello to my best girl.”

Stars shattered your vision until the outdated wallpaper was replaced by a galaxy and you cried out as his tongue delved between your slit with a kiss he usually savoured to dominate your mouth. Your legs squirmed from the sparks that jolted down them but Bucky’s hands held you tight and kept you from wriggling away. You were so close to coming and he could feel it as your clit bounced over his tongue.

“Oh god, Bucky!” 

Bucky crawled up your body, kissing the soft skin along your belly, stopping to give some love to the breasts he salivated for until he got to your lips. “I love you.”

Your words were lost in a moan as he filled you and hooked your leg over his hip. Bucky’s eyes were practically glowing in the reflection of the neon sign outside the window and you were enamoured by the love they held for you. If only you had listened to your gut all those years ago, you could have saved both of you a lot of time and heartache. 

“I love you too.”

His thumb caressed your cheek and he smiled the kind of smile that left your stomach somersaulting and your pussy clenching. He always smiled when you said those words, like he was still surprised that you would say them to him. 

You took his hand and laced your fingers with his as his slow strokes turned frantic, every thrust aimed at the sweet spot that left your head spinning. The room was filled with heady moans and the delicious sounds of your bodies joining in a heated dance, an overload to your aural senses of the best kind. Heat spread across your skin until you were slick with a sheen of sweat and the elastic band in your core snapped, sending your body convulsing beneath his touch.

“Bucky!” You whined as he kept his relentless pass and chased his own release. “Oh fuck.”

Bucky shuddered as he buried himself to the hilt and let a deep growl claw out from chest before collapsing atop you, his lips pressing gentle kissing to your racing pulse.

“We should shower and get ready to go.” Bucky murmured as he reluctantly sat up.

“Go where?” You asked as you caught him and pulled him back, still not finished with his cuddles.

“I can’t handle 14 more hours of Steve’s music.” He smirked, dragging you up with him and letting him lead you to the shower. “They have got to get their own ride and I know the perfect place to win one.”

Chaotic

relationships: steven grant x avenger!witch!reader, future marc spector x reader, jake lockley x reader [gender neutral]

word count: 2.3k

summary: When you move to London you aren't expecting to fall in love. You also aren't expecting an Egyptian god who kind of sounds like Darth Vader to crash your date but that's just your life apparently.

warnings: reader assaults khonshu with bread, enemies to friends w/ khonshu, big bird is kinda rude to steven but u put him in place

a/n: reader uses chaos magic and is also psychic, f/c = favorite color, steven/marc/jake are moon knight but lets pretends the whole harrow/armpit drama hasn't happened yet, can you tell that my biggest writing influence is rick riordan?

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Before you even met Steven, you felt him. 

That sounds odd but your abilities make you constantly aware of others, which can be a lot. Especially in such a bustling city like London. Of course you didn’t read his mind or anything. It’s a common misconception that telepaths just love to read minds but that’s not true. You only use it on enemies for information, if you just went around listening to people's inner thoughts you’d probably drive yourself mad. People are weird. 

All that being said, you decided to go to the London museum, thinking it would be quiet and relaxing. A nice little escape. You didn’t think how overwhelming it would be to be surrounded by history, invading your senses with centuries of stories. Mostly fucked up stories because colonialism. After years of studying magic your mind is like a fortress, but that didn’t stop the artifacts from banging on your mental door. You’re incredibly grateful that you’re able to control your visions now. You do not want to see all this shit first hand.

You manage to stumble into the gift shop, one hand rubbing your temple in an attempt to ward off the coming headache. You sense some kind of power, something looming and ancient. You wonder if it’s from the Egyptian wing you just walked through but this feels more… recent. It’s an odd sensation that isn’t helping your overwhelmed mind at all.

“Are you alright?” A gentle voice acts. Apparently you aren’t doing great at hiding your discomfort. You look up to meet the deepest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, framed with dark eye bags. He's absolutely beautiful. Like a sleep deprived male model. Before you can answer you find yourself stumbling, dots swimming in your vision. He quickly leaves the counter to grasp your arm with large, gentle hands.

His touch burns through your designer coat (a parting gift from Tony Stark) but not in a bad way. His energy is unique. Fractured but whole. Chaotic but wholesome. “I’m fine, just a dizzy spell.” You mumble, trying not to lean into his body. Would it be manipulative if you pretended to faint so he would catch you? No, you’re better than that.

“You sure? Maybe you should sit down. I could get you a drink, or a snack.”

You should tell him that you’re fine but for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to pull away. He’s just so genuine. And look at that hair! Would it be weird to touch it? You suppress the urge, managing a polite response, “that sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. I think I just need some fresh air.”

“Don’t worry, my boss is always telling me to be more helpful with customers. Lets get you outside, yeah?”

You grin, lidded eyes flicking to his name tag, “thank you, Steven. That’s very kind of you.”

He flashes the sweetest smile you’ve ever witnessed, making you even more light headed. He keeps his grasp on your arm as he leads you to the exit. You can already feel your mind clearing thanks to the distance between you and the artifacts. Once you’re safely leaning against the wall Steven speaks up, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere."

Within a minute he’s back by your side. He presents you a bag of scarab gummies, “here you are.” He pauses for a moment before adding, "I don’t know why we sell these, they weren’t eating stuff like that in Ancient Egypt, were they?

“Thank you.” You smile, finding his rambling adorable. You try not to reaxt when you take the candy from him and his calloused fingers brush your own. “I’m also realizing I never introduced myself, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. That’s a pretty name.”

Before you can stop yourself you mutter under your breath, “you’re prettier.” You watch in horror as he tenses up, ears burning red. “I-I think you’re pretty too. Beautiful, more like it,” he fumbles. Suddenly the gummies are out of your hand, you look down to see them floating above your palms, surrounded by a F/C glow. You quickly snatch them in your hands. Luckily Steven is too busy staring at his shoes in embarrassment to notice.

You clear your throat nervously, catching his attention. “So, do you like working here?” Really? That’s the best you could come up with. You mentally facepalm. He nods enthusiastically. “Oh yeah, I love history. It would be nice to be a tour guide though. Maybe one day, right?”

You hum in response, shoving some gummies in your mouth before you can ask any other dumb questions. “Do you, um, like your job?” He asks politely.

You pause. So he really doesn’t recgonize you. Not that you consider yourself famous but ever since you joined the Avengers on a few missions you found yourself thrust in the public eye. You meet a lot of fans but people also tend to be… wary of you. Apparently being one of the most powerful magic users on Earth makes them uneasy.

“I work… in security.” That’s technically not a lie. “It can be stressful but I get to travel a lot so that’s fun.”

“Have you ever been to Egypt?”

The childlike excitement in his voice is absolutely adorable. “A few times, yeah. What about you?”

“No, I wish. I’d love to go someday.” He sighs wistfully. “Enough about me though, are you feeling any better.”

His concern makes your heart flutter. “Much.” You grin, shuffling your bag on your shoulder to look for your wallet. “How much were the gummies?”

“They were only a few pounds, don’t worry about it.”

Thoughtful, gorgeous, and polite? You’re convinced Steven was written by a woman. You bite your lip in a way you hope looks flirty. “Well I need to pay you back somehow. What about lunch?”

He freezes, looking at you incredulously. “Are you… asking me out?” Any confidence you had starts to shatter. “I’m trying,” you mumble embarrassed. He shakes his head vehmently, “no, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just surprised! I mean, you’re so beautiful!”

You smile so big your cheeks hurt. “I think you’re beautiful too, Steven.”

His tan cheeks flame. “Thank you.”

“Can I have your number?”

He nods so quickly he reminds you of a bobblehead. You pull out your phone and type in his digits as he tells them to you. “I left my phone in the gift shop but I’ll text you as soon I get inside,” he promises, rocking on the balls of his feet. You grin as you send him a message.

“Stevie!”

A loud, feminine voice makes you both flinch. An aggravated woman pokes her head out the door, popping her chewing gum far too loudly for your liking. “What are you doing out- wait. Are you Y/N L/N?”

Steven looks at you in confusion as you nod with a charming smile. You can tell that she’s Steven’s superior and decide to help him out. “I am. What’s your name, hon?”

“Donna! I’m a big fan. It was so mental when you closed that portal to hell in New Jersey!”

Steven’s eyes become impossibly wider. “Yeah, that was a difficult one.” You reminisce fondly. “Would you like a picture?”

She nods excitedly, pulling out her phone. You take a selfie, trying not to chuckle at her excited gasp when you sling an arm around here. You try to ignore Steven’s bewildered gaze. Hopefully what you’re about to do will make up for your little fib.

“You know Steven here has been very helpful,” you muse after she clicks the photo. She looks at you surprised. You can already tell she doesn’t particularly like the man. “Really?”

You nod with an affirmative hum. “I bet he’s your best tour guide, isn’t he?”

“Oh, he actually works in the giftshop.”

You feign shock. “Really? I was hoping he could give me a private tour sometime,” you pout sadly. Donna hurries to comfort you, “oh, he can do that! I’ve been meaning to promote him anways!”

“That’s great!” You grin, turning your attention back to a very confused brunet. “I’ve gotta go but I’ll be looking forward to seeing you, Steven,” you purr, lightly squeezing his (suprisingly muscular) bicep. He nods dumbly watching you walk down the steps.

“Oi, what were you doing with a bloody superhero?” Donna asks him incredulously, the jealousy clear in her voice.

“Planning a date.” He breathes out softly, still wondering if the interaction was just a dream.

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It’s the day of your date and Steven is ecsatic. Marc and Jake are not. They agree you’re beautiful but are very against the idea of going out with an Avenger, saying it will get in the way of their ‘business’ with Khonshu. But Steven is tired of letting that bloody pigeon influence his life so he ignores all of them, puts on his favorite jumper, and goes to the closest florist shop. And that’s how he finds himself standing infront of you with a boquet of sunflowers.

“These are just beautiful!” You gush, pressing a kiss againt his cheek as you take them. He flushes adorably. You do a quick scan around the park to make sure no one is looking before conjuring a vase with water. Did you do it just to show off? Yes. Yes you did.

You place the flowers in the middle of the picnic blanket. “Now we have a centerpiece,” you hum happily, grabbing the wicker basket you brought. He sits across from you, watching in awe as you pull a variety of noodles, dumplings, rice, and tofu dishes out. Like clowns coming out of a little car.

“Try this,” you offer, handing him one of the containers. “And don’t worry, it’s all vegan.”

He opens it to reveal ball shaped food he recognizes as dim sum. He uses the provided chopsticks to pop one into his mouth, moaning at the combination of steamed vegetables and rich seasoning.

“This is amazing!” You grin in response, working on your own fruit and tofu skewer. “That’s because it’s the real deal. I went on a little trip to Hong Kong this morning.”

He pauses mid bite, resembling a confused chipmunk. You snicker. “I can teleport, remember?” You point at his empty cup, feeling it with juice. “Maybe on our next date I can take you to Egypt?”

He inhales the dimsum in shock, choking loudly. You use your powers to pull the food out of Steven’s throat, looking at him in concern. He quickly swallows the drink you made him.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, aces. Just got a bit too excited.”

“You’re adorable, Steven.”

As the date goes on you open up to each other. He tells you about his DID which you could somewhat sense already. His mind felt different but you couldn’t put a finger on it. You tell him about how you struggled to control your powers and accept yourself. You used to feel like a weapon but you learnt that weapons aren’t always a bad thing, they can be used to protect others. Instead of a nuclear bomb you started seeing yourself as a shield.

For once Steven doesn’t feel like an outsider. He wants to tell you about Moon Knight. He knows you won’t judge him. Just as he begans to build up the courage a booming, gravelly voice rattles in his head.

“Don’t tell her anything, worm!”

You both flinch. A shiver runs through you as your hair stands on end. All your instincts are telling you to get ready for a fight. That sense of ancient power you felt in the museum is back tenfold. “Did you hear that?” You ask Steven.

He looks at you in complete shock. “What?”

“Can the witch hear me?”

“Okay, where is that Darth Vader voice coming from?” You groan, eyes glowing F/C. Your powers mean you’re always aware of your surroundings, you don’t like this sudden uncertainty. Especially not when Steven is at risk.

Suddenly a large mummified being with a bird skull appears behind your date. Because this is what your life has come to apparently. “Can you see me, witch?” Without saying anything you use your abilities to send a roll flying, hitting him square in the beak. He flinches back in surprise. Steven watches on, not knowing if he should laugh or shake in fear. Maybe both.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask sassily. “You’re some kind of deity right? I’m getting Egyptian vibes,” you muse outloud. Despite having no real facial features he manages to look unimpressed. “I thought you had magic, yet you can’t figure out who I am, little one?"

You squint at him for a moment, reaching out your consciousness. “Khonshu? I think I’ll call you cashew.”

“You will not!” He bellows. Poor Steven flinches at the volume but you just purse your lips. “It’s not fun being called stupid nicknames, is it?”

He pauses, tilting his skeletal head at you. “Excuse me?”

“You called Steven a worm. That was very rude,” you huff protectively. “You should really treat your avatar better.”

“You know about avatars?”

“Magic, babe,” you tease, wiggling your fingers as sparks dance between them. “I want to be in Steven's life, and his alter’s if they’ll have me. We’ll be spending time together so we might as well get along, don’t you agree?”

The god nods reluctantly. “I suppose.”

“Good,” you beam up at him. “But if you ever disrespect Steven again we will have words,” you promise in a sickly sweet voice.

Steven looks at you in absolute awe. ‘I changed my mind. I like her,’ Marc speaks in his head. ‘That was fucking hot,’ Jake adds on helpfully. For once the system agrees on something.

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