Took One Hit And I Was Gone
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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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.”
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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.
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Born In Flames || Chapter Three
Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.
Warnings: Blood, mentions of guns, nightmare
Word Count: 2,526
Authors Note: This one is a little shorter but very progressive! I’m going to say this once more only. If you want to be on the tag list, send me a message or an ask. Otherwise it’s probably going to be ignored because I cannot keep up with notes sometimes.
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The drive home was quiet, aside from your quick breaths. You were curled up in the passenger seat, though you were slumped down a bit with tremors running through your nerves. Sure, you had close calls, but never that close.
Bucky drove both of you home, taking different roads just to make sure the two of you weren’t being followed. He kept glancing over to you every few minutes, quietly reminding you to breathe in deep and try to relax. You tried, you really tried. Little bits of glass from the windshield were beneath you and it was increasingly uncomfortable. Your car looked terrible. Bullet holes riddled the back and hit quite a bit in the trunk.
Once Bucky pulled up to your apartment, he got out as you slowly opened the door. There was slight ringing in your ears leftover from the guns. Walking to the back, Bucky opened the trunk and sighed. A bullet hit the milk, causing it to explode over everything.
“Head inside, I’ll bring these,” he said as you started to grab a few bags.
“Let me help,” your voice was barely a whisper, but he nodded gently. He didn’t want to fight with you. Sliding the rest of the bags onto his left arm with ease, he shut the trunk. Following you up, you made it to your door and unlocked it. Home.
Stepping into the kitchen, you set the bags down and brushed your hair behind your ear to get started putting everything away.
“Ow,” you gasped, pulling your hand away to find a bit of blood. “What the…”
Bucky set his bags down and furrowed his brow. Walking over, he took your chin gently and turned your head. A small stream of blood had begun from the top of your ear and down your neck. Because you were so lost in your thoughts and the wind from the open windows whipping your hair around, you didn’t feel the liquid. Not to mention the adrenaline being so high.
“C’mon,” Bucky said as he took your hand, leading you to the bathroom. Closing the lid to the toilet, he had you take a seat. “Any chance you can tie your hair back? Looks like you got nicked,” he said, handing you a hair tie he found while he searched your cabinet.
You took it and gently put your hair up. “There’s some gauze in the bottom shelf…and some neosporin,” you muttered. So you had been shot. It was small but the fear made it all too real now. You were being targeted and if Bucky hadn’t of been there, you would probably be dead.
Grabbing a washcloth and rinsing it in cold water, he sat down on the edge of the bathtub beside you. Gently he turned your head so he could see it better.
“I’m going to be as gentle as I can, okay?” He spoke, meeting your eyes. You glanced down to the washcloth in his hand, noticing the gloves were still on.
“You’re gonna ruin those,” you mumbled, looking back to him.
Bucky hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out if he should. Shaking his head, he leaned forward. “Just stay still.”
With the gloves on, Bucky started to clean out the wound. Just two inches over and your head would have been a blended shake on the steering wheel. Sure you were lucky, but would you really call this luck? He was gentle, but that didn’t stop the sting as he tried to clean the dried blood away. He even wiped it off from your neck, though there was no saving the collar of your tee.
Setting the washcloth down, he pulled off his right glove, the left hand holding the ointment. He dabbed a little bit on it, thankful the bullet only skimmed the outside. You would have a little scar but nothing too damaging. After, he was able to wrap a smaller bandaid over the shell of your ear to keep hair from getting inside.
You stayed quiet, though your facial reactions showed how much it did hurt. You’d much rather get new piercings five times over before ever doing that again.
Once he was done, Bucky checked your other ear and let his eyes gaze over your body. “Does anything else hurt?” He asked, pulling his hand away from your chin.
You shook your head. “I’m just…I’m okay,” you spoke, your hands fidgeting with each other. “Do you think this is how it’s going to be now? I have to watch over my shoulder everywhere I go? They know where I live. They know where I work. I don’t want to be shot at again,” you said, not able to hide the fear in your tone.
Bucky sighed. “That’s what I’m here for. That’s why I’m a guard dog,” he said, somewhat teasing about the name she gave him. “As long as I’m watching over you, they won’t be able to get close. I’ve been doing this for quite a while, even before I was brought into the mafia. It won’t always be this scary,” he tried to convince you, but it wasn’t that easy. You leaned forward and hid your face in your hands as Bucky frowned. “Listen, go lay down and try to relax. I’ll put everything away, okay?”
You nodded from behind your eyes. Bucky took it as a sign to leave and give you some space. Discarding the trash and tossing the washcloth in the hamper, he walked out and closed the door behind him.
It wasn’t two seconds later that he heard soft sobs. It broke Bucky’s heart. This wasn’t the life your mother wanted for you.
An hour later, after cleaning up and changing your clothes in your room, you emerged and walked out to the couch. Bucky sat in the chair, looking at his phone. You had heard him on a call about twenty minutes ago. Taking a seat, you curled up against the arm and wrapped the blanket around your legs. Your hair was pulled up higher into a bun and you looked comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you could be after a day like that.
“When do you work next?” Bucky asked as he broke the silence. You looked away from the television, away from Gordon Ramsey yelling at some cooks.
“Tomorrow night. I only get one day off a week,” you said softly. He could see how red your eyes were, a dead giveaway to your crying, but he didn’t say anything about it. “I would call in but we’re already understaffed as is,” you added. Work was going to be a lot harder knowing that people weren’t just outside taking surveillance photos anymore.
Bucky nodded quietly and looked back to the tv.
The rest of the night was fairly quiet, though you went back to your room and slept. The adrenaline wore off and your body decided to give in to the tired the shooting left you in. It had been a long, long time since you experienced any excitement like that.
You had one nightmare, one very scary nightmare involving the men who followed you in the store. Only Bucky wasn’t there with you. Running and running, the sound of bullets whizzing past your ears getting closer and closer. You woke up with heavy breaths and tears as the last bullet was hit in the back of your head.
Sleeping wasn’t an option now, you came to realize that. Laying back down in bed to catch your breath, you stared at the ceiling and wiped the tears from your eyes. Everytime you closed them, you saw the faces of the men, the glass on your seat, the guns.
Giving up, you left your room in just a pair of pajama shorts and a tee. It was about five am, a time you usually found yourself going to bed at. Perhaps you’d be able to get a quick nap in before work, but it was a long shot.
Leaving your room, you walked out to find Bucky standing shirtless in the kitchen, right in front of the coffee maker. He was pouring himself a cup but that’s not what held your attention.
Bucky’s left arm was black and gold, taking over the majority of his shoulder. It was hard to tell in the dim light of the kitchen bulb that needed to be replaced, but it looked as if there were scratches where the metal met the skin. He had a pair of dog tags around his neck, remnants of what he used to be.
Bucky turned around and nearly dropped his cup as he saw you. “Oh. Shit. Hey,” he muttered, running the back of his neck with his right hand. “I didn’t think you’d be up this early,” he said. Then he followed your eye line to his arm and he sighed. Setting the mug down, he started to walk towards you to get to his room.
“Wait,” you spoke, gently holding a hand up. “It’s okay. I just…I’ve never seen something like that. Is that…why you had to leave the army?” You asked, though you weren’t sure if it was okay to even mention it.
Bucky stopped in his tracks and sighed. Nodding, he held his palm up and made a fist before letting it loose. “I was trying to save one of my men and a bomb went off too close. He made it out but my arm didn’t,” he muttered. “I don’t show it because I know it makes people uncomfortable. Prosthetics always do. When I sleep, it’s the only time I can be free from those damn gloves and long sleeves.”
You stepped closer, though you didn’t touch. “I’m pretty sure you’re past prosthetics. This is basically a robot attached to you. It’s so advanced. How did you find something like this?” You asked, seeing how the plates shifted slightly as the arm moved.
“Your father has a few friends. It’s linked to my nerves and bones. I even get phantom itches in it,” Bucky watched your face, ready for any sign of disgust. He had been wearing long sleeves and gloves for years now, only ever taking them off when he had to torture someone for his boss. But he saw no disgust, only intrigue. “You can…touch it, if you want.”
You bit your lip and glanced up to his eyes for a second before looking back down. Softly your fingers came up and brushed along the forearm, tracing the gold lining in the middle of the black plates. They slid up to his hand, gently bending his fingers towards his palm before letting them free. Your other hand rested beneath it to hold it up.
“This is…really, really cool, Bucky,” you spoke, flipping his hand over to see the other side. “You shouldn’t hide it. It’s not something to be ashamed of, you know. But…” you let his hand down and looked up to him. “If it helps, you don’t have to hide it in here, okay? If you want to wear the gloves and long sleeves out there, then that’s okay. But I won’t judge it,” you gave him a soft nod.
Bucky stood there for a few seconds before giving a slight nod. He really didn’t expect anyone to think it was cool. He did at first, until he noticed others staring. And in a job like his, he couldn’t afford to stand out.
You walked around him and headed towards the coffee, really needing it now. Bucky turned and watched you walk, amazed by your open mindedness. Two days ago you didn’t want him around and now you were fine with him showing the most hated piece of himself.
You were really something else.
“So…why are you up so early?” Bucky cleared his throat and walked back over to grab his coffee that was starting to cool.
You frowned, though your back was to him, as you poured yourself a cup. “Just…sore. My ear was in pain,” you lied. It was only partially a lie. It ached, but so did your chest from crying and the stress.
“So it has nothing to do with the crying I heard twenty minutes ago?” He raised an eyebrow.
Your shoulders dropped and a sigh left your lips. “I…had a nightmare. Those guys kept shooting and it kept getting closer. Now I can’t even enjoy my favorite pastime of sleeping in,” you groaned as you took a sip of coffee and turned around. “If you heard me crying, why didn’t you come in?”
Bucky leaned against the counter and watched you. “The same reason I didn’t go back into the bathroom after I bandaged you up and heard you crying. Felt you didn’t want me around as a reminder and that you needed space. Plus if you were in real danger, I’m sure you would scream first,” he shrugged.
You leaned back against the counter and huffed. “I’m just…not used to this. The shooting and the near death experiences,” you stared at the coffee in your hands. “It’s not you, it’s the life. The mafia. I always felt different growing up because I always had to be watched. My mom knew I hated it. My dad didn’t care. I lost friends because of this. I can’t go hang out or have sleepovers. Birthday parties were just for my immediate family. Hell, I’m still mad he didn’t take me to Disneyland like he said he would when I was eleven,” you muttered which made Bucky smile slightly.
“You can still go, you know,” Bucky took a sip and you rolled your eyes.
“It’s no fun alone and I don’t think Miss Liz is up for it,” you shrugged. It was apparent you didn’t have friends outside of work.
Bucky was quiet for a few minutes, the only sound being the rain droplets hitting the window. As if your car didn’t deal with enough, now your seats would be soaked.
“After all of this is over, why don’t I take you to Disneyland?” Bucky asked, making you pause as you brought the cup to your lips.
“What?”
“You heard me. Why don’t I go with you? After all, I’m considering us friends since no one else has taken so kindly to my arm,” Bucky tilted his head.
You rolled your eyes, but the sincere look on his face told you he wasn’t joking. “Yeah…sure. But I’m not holding my breath. There is no after this is over in the mafia. There’s brief periods of quiet but it always gets bad again,” you frowned, finishing off your coffee.
Bucky knew you were right, but he had a bit of a plan. At least to make sure you had the chance to find your after in the mafia life.
“Fair enough,” Bucky nodded as you set your cup in the sink.
“I’m gonna try to go lay down again. If um…if you hear me crying again, just come wake me up, please,” you said softly, the end sounding like a whispered plea to save you from what may come from your mind.
“Okay,” Bucky gave another nod and watched as you walked back to bed.
You couldn’t find it in yourself to fall asleep again.
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honey,
there is no right way
summary || when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.
warnings || sugar baby au, mob! Bucky Barnes, unprotected sex, a lot of kinks, violence, SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). MINORS DNI.
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Bucky and reader at a wedding
Bucky and Peter before the first date
Bucky taking your photographs
Bucky with kids
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Jake beating the shit out of his father… WE LOVE THAT .
And please tell me Why The first thing that I thought when I read that Jake’s lips were busted I thought:
“Oooh no they are not gonna be able to kiss for a while” 😭😭🤦🏻
More Hearts Than Mine Part 10
In which Jakes family comes to have a talk and things hit a boiling point.
Series Masterlist
TW:swearing,violence, brief mentions of blood
Word Count:2.7k
A/N: jake deserves better (I say as I’m the sole creator of his pain lol) also this gif??? The nose crinkle!!!
You and Jake have spent the past week since the phone call on edge and running through endless scenarios of how it could go. Now it’s finally Saturday and you’re flitting around the house cleaning like a mad woman while awaiting their arrival. Jake left about thirty minutes ago to pick them up from the airport and your heart leaps into your throat when you hear car doors closing.
You quickly put the vacuum back in the hall closet and check your appearance one last time. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to try and calm your nerves to no avail. You wait just inside the door when you hear a key turning and plaster a bright smile across your features.
The door swings open and you’re met first with your fiancé’s face followed by that of his mother, father, and sisters. “Hey,” you greet. “Welcome to sunny San Diego. How was your flight?” You ask, desperate not to have an awkward silence.
Catherine smiles and puts her bag in Jake’s outstretched hands. “Thank you, honey.” She tells him before turning to you. “It was lovely. Everything went as smoothly as possible.” She answers with a smile and you nod.
“Well, that’s nice. Flying can be a real nightmare sometimes.” You chuckle and she grins with a short nod. She turns to her daughters and waves them over. The two women step forward silently and Catherine smiles.
“This is Josephine, but she goes by Josie. She’s the youngest.” She explains while pointing to the blonde who bears a striking resemblance to Jake. You stick out your hand and she shakes it. “Nice to properly meet you.”
Jake’s other sister takes it upon herself to greet you and you note that it’s the same woman that opened the door at Christmas. “I’m Jane, the oldest of the group. I want to apologize for how I acted at Christmas. It was rude and I should have made more of an effort to welcome you.” She apologizes and you wave her off with a smile.
“Apology accepted, it’s all water under the bridge. Tensions were running high, consider this our first interaction.” You assure her and she smiles with a short nod.
Jake comes back from dropping the bags off and walks up behind you while wrapping his arms around your waist. You look behind the three women and make eye contact with his dad and your gaze hardens slightly.
“Jacob.” You say curtly and he clears his throat. “Y/N.”
You look him over briefly and notice he still has a hint of a bruise around his eye and it takes everything in you not to smile. Jake takes a second to greet his mom and sisters, ignoring his father’s presence completely.
You sigh and clap your hands. “Why don’t we move to the living room?” You suggest and everyone nods in agreement before following you. Jake takes your hand and the two of you guide the group through the entryway and into the shared space.
Everyone timidly takes their seats, you and Jake on the loveseat and the four Seresins on the large couch. You squeeze Jake’s hand and Catherine clears her throat.
“So,” she begins and the two of you turn your attention to her. “Let’s just get this out of the way.” You take a deep breath and brace for what’s to come. “The girls and I would like to be a part of your lives if you’ll allow us.”
You feel Jake tense slightly and shoot him a worried glance. He takes a moment to process before speaking. “We’d like that, but I’m not sure how you’re expecting that to work.” He explains while shooting a sharp look at his dad.
Catherine sighs and nods her head. “Yes, I see your concern but I assure you it won’t be an issue. There’s something else Id like to talk to you about as well.” She says and you feel your heart rate speed up.
Jake’s eyebrows furrow and he stays silent waiting for the woman to continue. “I’d like to pay for the wedding. Anything you want, no budget.” She offers while glancing between you and Jake. Your eyes widen and your head whips to look at your fiancé.
You see the same shocked expression on his face but before either of you can respond, Jacob speaks up. “I’m not paying for him to marry the bitch that assaulted me!” He exclaims while pointing an accusatory finger at you.
Your eyes narrow and before Jake can get a word in edge-wise, you bite back. “Call me a bitch one more time and see if I don’t it again.” Your voice is laced with venom and you see anger cross the man’s face.
He opens his mouth and Catherine puts her hand up. “Jacob so help me god, I have had it with you.” She spits and yours and Jake’s eyebrows shoot up. “You’re not paying for a damn thing, I am.”
Jacob scoffs at his wife and crosses his arms. “And whose money are you using, sweetheart.” Your blood boils at the way he’s speaking to her and you debate jumping to her defense when she laughs.
“Well,” she begins. “It’ll be my money after I leave you.”
You hear Jake choke next to you and you rub his back soothingly while staring at the train wreck in front of you. Jacob lurches forward and you swear his eyes are completely black. “You can’t leave me, Catherine. Our prenup is ironclad. If you leave me, you’ll lose everything.” He laughs darkly.
You and Jake look at each other for a second before turning back to the impending war going down in your home. Catherine shrugs casually and leans back into the couch cushion.
“That’s what I thought too, except I remembered that little affair you think I don’t know about. I had an infidelity clause written into our prenup that states I receive the ranch and every last penny along with 50% of any future earnings if you ever have extramarital relations. You’re fucked, Jacob.”
Your hand flies up to your mouth and you’re certain your eyes are about to bulge out of your head. Your gaze turns to Jacob and you see his face blanch. He shakes his head and stands up quickly.
He advances toward Catherine and before your brain can catch up, Jake jumps up and steps defensively in front of his mother. You stand and motion for the three women to move to the other side of the room with you, well aware of what Jake is capable of if he’s angry enough. This is three decades worth of rage waiting to be let out and you have an inkling it’s going to be ugly.
Jacob laughs bitterly and tries to step around his son only to be intercepted. “Do not take another step toward them.” Jake says firmly and his father’s eyes dart over his shoulder to look at the four of you.
“You can’t do this Catherine. It will destroy my image.” He tries to reason and you scoff. “Your wife just said she’s leaving you and all you care about is your image?” You laugh in disbelief and the man glowers at you.
“Shut the fuck up. This is a family matter.” He barks while angrily pointing at you. Jake shoves his father back and squares his shoulders. “Do you ever learn? Don’t fucking talk to my future wife like that.” He growls and you smirk.
Catherine shakes her head next to you. “You destroyed this family for 30 years, Jacob. Whatever karma brings you is not my problem. Y/N is more part of this family than you are.” You see Josie and Jane each grab their mother’s hands and Jacob’s eyes quickly lock onto the interaction.
He looks at his daughters and you see his chest heaving with angry breaths. “What is this? Some sort of coup?” He yells and the two women shrink under his hateful gaze. You block them with your body as best you can and stare back at the man just as viciously.
In a matter of minutes, you’ve found yourself having the same protective instinct over them as you do for Jake. You decide at that moment that if it comes down to it, you’ll gladly lay their father out again. Though based on Jake’s body language, you’re guessing he’ll beat you to it.
Jacob shakes his head condescendingly and puts his hands on his hips. “After everything I’ve done, this is how I’m repaid.” He turns around and paces for a moment and you think he might be on the brink of a psychotic break. He stops to take a deep breath and for a split second, you wonder if he’ll just accept defeat.
You’re quickly proven wrong when he whips back around and lunges for Catherine. “You ungrateful fucking bitches!” You don’t flinch at the sudden act of aggression, standing tall and unwavering in your place. You notice Catherine stand up straighter in an act of defiance and feel a surge of pride at the way she’s standing her ground.
Even though Jake’s back is facing you, you see the exact moment it happens. Something in him switches at the violent outburst from his father and you watch as his muscles ripple with restraint. You’ve seen this a few times before when a man gets handsy with you or Phoenix, it’s like something takes over your fiancé and he operates off of pure animalistic instinct.
Jacob slams directly into his son’s chest and Jake doesn’t budge. He’s like a wall, and with the adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream he’s an immovable force. “You have one chance to leave.” He offers and Jacob laughs.
Jake turns his head to face you over his shoulder and his next words have you scrambling for your phone before he even finishes speaking. “Call Rooster and Mav.” His voice is hard and you wonder what exactly he’s planning.
Before you can consider any possibilities, you watch with wide eyes as Jake puts his father in a headlock and the two men start flailing around. You clamber to the side as Jacob kicks over your coffee table and you corral the women to the kitchen as you quickly find Bradley’s contact.
You tremble as you press the phone to your ear and hear Jake wrestling his dad out the front door and into the front yard. You catch Catherine’s hand as she tries to follow them and shake your head.
“Let them go.” She stares at you with tears in her eyes and your attention is drawn back to your phone when you hear Bradley’s voice.
“Hello?” He asks with confusion clear in his voice and you sigh a breath of relief. “Is everything okay? I thought you were with Jake’s fa-“ You cut him off mid-sentence and the words rush together as you try to explain.
“Jake needs help. They’re fighting in the front yard.” You’re met with silence and you can almost see the frown on Bradley’s face as he tries to make sense of what you just said. “Okay. I’m on my way. I’ll bring Mav.” He says and you thank him quickly before hanging up.
Bradley and Mav must have been close because it’s not even five minutes before they come screeching into the driveway. The two men jump out of the blue bronco and rush over to the MMA match happening.
You stare as Bradley grabs Jake and Mav grabs Jacob, forcing them apart. You see that Jake has a busted lip but his dad is much worse off. The older man has a split eyebrow and blood pouring from his mouth as he stumbles backward.
Once they’ve got a good amount of distance between them you hear Bradley trying to calm Jake down as his dad continues fighting against Mav. You don’t know what Mav says but you can see the fury written clearly on his face and it must have knocked some sense into the older Seresin because he shakes his head and walks off.
Once he’s gone, you rush to your fiancé and throw your arms around his now-shaking figure. “Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up.” It’s not so much a suggestion as it is an instruction and Jake follows you silently. He shoots his mom and sisters an apologetic look and continues up toward your shared bathroom.
Once you’re inside, he sits on the counter and you stand between his legs with a first aid kit. You sigh deeply as you blot at his lip, noting that the bleeding has stopped on its own. Once you’re satisfied, you lean back and take his face in your hands.
You see the tears gathering on his waterline and your eyes soften. “Oh, baby. Come here.” You comfort him and his face drops into your shoulder. You hold him against you as he lets out heavy sobs and your heart breaks. You feel a few of your own tears fall and squeeze your eyes shut.
The two of you stay like that for a few minutes before he finally pulls back and looks at you with puffy bloodshot eyes. “I’m sorry.” He says with a wobbly voice and you shake your head. “Don’t you dare. You did nothing wrong. That man terrorized you and your family for years. If anything I’m surprised you didn’t snap sooner.”
Jake takes a deep breath and you give him a reassuring smile. “Let’s get you situated and go back downstairs, okay?” You say while wetting a washcloth with cold water to soothe his swollen eyes and cheeks.
Once the blotchiness is mostly gone, the two of you return hand in hand. Bradley and Maverick are laughing on the couch with the three women and you smile at the sight. Catherine notices your presence first and bolts over to Jake, taking him in her arms.
“Oh, honey. Are you okay?” She asks while frantically scanning his face and body for injuries. Jake frowns slightly and shakes his head. “I’m fine mom. You’re not mad?” He asks and Catherine scoffs.
“How could I be mad at you for protecting us?” She asks and Jake just shrugs his shoulders timidly. You can tell he’s uncomfortable and attempt to change the subject.
“Why don’t we order some Chinese and have a night in?” You propose and everyone enthusiastically agrees.
“You guys are staying right?” You ask the other two pilots and they look at each other before shrugging. “If you want us to. Don’t want to impose.” Mav says and you roll your eyes. “Of course we want you to. You couldn’t impose if you tried, don’t be ridiculous.”
Once everyone’s order is placed the seven of you sprawl out around the living room. It takes a while for the food to arrive but once it does, the rest of the night is spent eating and laughing. You notice Bradley hitting it off with Josie and shoot Jake a knowing look.
He shakes his head at the idea and pretends to gag, making you laugh loudly. You turn to the other three women and smile. “Hey, I have a question.” You say and they look over at you expectantly. You hesitate for a second and decide to just go for it.
“Well, I was going to go look at dresses in a couple weeks. My friend Phoenix is coming and my mom and sisters are flying out. I was wondering if you ladies would like to come too?” You ask apprehensively and Josie shrieks.
“Of course!” She exclaims and her mom and sister quickly agree. You laugh at their eagerness and fall back as the youngest sister tackles you in a hug. “Okay, I’ll send you all of the information.” You tell them and Jake stares at you with pure adoration.
Things may not be perfect, but this is as close as he’s ever come to having a real relationship with his family and he can’t help but feel his heart swell at the idea of you bonding with the women in his life. Things with his dad have finally hit rock bottom, but it can only go up from here.
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reading this was more cathartic than expected
Fuck ! I’m definitely a slut for bucky
pretty boy
Bucky Barnes x Reader (Uni AU)
Run-through: You first noticed him in the grocery store, while you were out shopping for food. Pretty blue eyes, gorgeous hair, tall and a soft look on his pretty face. For the first time ever, you actually had to stop and stare at a man for a few seconds. Then he started popping up everywhere - on campus, at the coffee shop you worked at, in the library - always with that same soft and longing stare. One day, you finally decided to make the first move and it ends up being one of the best things you’ve done in a long time
Themes: slight sub!bucky, smut, fluff, loss of virginity, explicit language,
Oh fuck. Your eyes widened in realisation. That’s him!
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*Sees the limo* Me: Nice. *Sees Jake* Me: Nice. Also Me: Someone’s gonna write fanfic involving Jake and the back of this limo and I can’t wait.
Be Silenced (Marvel long one-shot)
A/n: So, I've been thinking about this for a while now and thought that I'd put it down and see what you guys think. This is about THIS post from yesterday and this is just a small bit about what came to mind over the past 24 hours. Let me know what you guys think!! Also, I couldn't find a gif that I had in my mind, so I just decided to use this one. It's a bit longer than I expected and of course I am willing to do a part 2 if anyone wants one...
This does come with a warning though...
Warning: dark themes, death, mentions of concentration camps, mistreating people, complete disregard of human rights, please proceed with caution because it is a bit dark...
They all thought HYDRA was bad until the next mission came along. This new organization takes human experimentation to the next level. Levels that make the entire team cringe or make their rage rise. The last they have heard of anything like this was in World War II.
The place is like a concentration camp and they can't bear to think if the living conditions for these human experiments are similar to that of those unfortunate souls that suffered in the past, or if it's at least slightly better.
After their cover is blown, they know that this is no better than what they were hoping for because, after a few shouts, there are multiple gunshots and screams. The team knows that they have to move fast if they want to save any lives.
When things have calmed down, the team is disappointed to realize that they failed. "You can't win them all," Steve says, but everyone knows he's just as angry that they didn't win this fight as they all are.
It's even worse to go through the slaughter, the attempt to hide what this new organization had been doing. Multiple bodies lie dead in their cramped beds, blood soaking the floor. It's a sight that no one wants to see.
Whatever kind of experiments these people were doing, they obviously had their favorites. In the inner circle of the camp, the bunkers aren't so cramped with unfortunate souls. But they weren't too precious to be spared.
Bucky looks around the one bunker, one of the better ones, one that has only four beds, and he swallows past the hard lump in his throat. At the foot of the door is the soldier he had shot dead, hoping to spare those inside this bunker. But it looks like he failed that.
Steve walks up behind him, breathes out a long, burdened sigh, and drops his head between his shoulder. "No survivors here," he speaks into the earpiece. Even though there's silence over the comms, both Bucky and Steve can hear the heartbreak from the team.
Before the two supersoldiers leave, Bucky notices something. "Wait," he whispers, frowning at the one bed in the corner. "Steve," he calls, walking closer to the bed to take a closer look. "This bed is clean. Not a drop of blood on it."
But it looks like there's a body under the covers.
Steve, now seeing what Bucky's getting at, steps closer. Hope is in the air. Maybe there's a survivor after all.
Bucky pulls the covers away. The body had been made up of pillows and a bunch up sheet that would have covered the bed. The fact that there's no body makes Steve and Bucky share a look. Steve reaches up to his earpiece. "Keep a lookout. We might have an escaped survivor."
But Bucky shakes his head. He didn't see anyone leave after taking down the soldier at the door. They have to still be in this bunker. His eyes lift up, and he sees that there's a gap between the bed and the wall. A gap that none of the other beds have. They're all pushed flush against the wall.
Reaching down to the frame of the bed with his bionic arm, he pulls it further away from the wall. And sure as hell, there's a figure curled up in the corner.
Your head snaps up to them, your eyes wide, and your body shaking. And yet, there's not a trace of fear on your face. You have your arms wrapped around your legs and you stare up at the two men standing in front of you.
The sight of you isn't what Steve and Bucky were expecting even after everything they had seen today. From the muzzle wrapped tightly around your mouth to the feeding tube running into your nose, they know they can't begin to imagine what you've been through.
Bucky steps forward, kneels down in front of you, and slowly holds out his hand to you. He can't think of anything he can say to you now to make you feel better because, truth be told, you look worse than he's ever looked while with HYDRA. Not to mention that with the muzzle on your face, he knows you can't say anything in return. All he can do is offer you a smile.
And it's enough for you to place your hand in his and allow him to pick you up off the floor.
His Most Prized Possession
Pairing || Dark!Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader
Summary || You’re the wife of the most feared man in all of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes, the mob boss of the biggest mafia in town. Your his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property, his most prized possession. He will torture and kill anyone who dares to make any advances on his woman, and he won’t hesitate to show them who you belong to in the most sinful way possible before their end…
Word Count || 8876
Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Smut, Angst, Dark Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, slight dub-con, Dark!Jealous!Possessive!Bucky, angry/vicious!Bucky, soft!Bucky, mob/mafia business, mention of drugs/alcohol, violence, implied use of weapons, implied torture, blood, murder, crying, use of force, graphic/explicit content/language, pet names (doll, baby, babe, princess + others), unprotected vaginal sex, exhibition kink, forced voyeurism, daddy kink, spit kink, degradation & praise kink, use of the word whore, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m & f receiving), teasing, begging, face/throat fucking, gagging, fingering, spanking, choking, rough fucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing, creampie, mention of bodily fluids, aftercare.
Authors Note || After a lot of work it’s finally done! I’m so proud of this! Please enjoy this twisted and sinful journey! Feedback would be so much appreciated on this piece <3 I want to know what you think!
Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!
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The Underground Lounge
It was the most high-profile club in all of New York City. A place for criminals, the filthy rich, politicians and like-minded people to converge in secrecy for whatever they desire with no repercussions, whether that be alcohol, drugs, women, sex or just a fun time. Everything and anything went down here.
The club was nestled deep below The Blend nightclub, which acted as a cover for the underworld of crime below.
They were both owned by James Buchanan Barnes—Bucky amongst friends and loved ones. The most feared man in all of the city and the mob boss of the biggest and baddest mafia in town. He was also your husband. Your dangerous, vicious and sexy husband.
You and Bucky would usually be at the club on the weekends for some party and fun, which you were right now.
The VIP area that was only reserved for Bucky and company was slightly elevated over the rest of the club—giving Bucky the best view to look over his domain. It also showed the guests that they were nothing compared to the boss sitting on the high throne. The VIP area had an abundance of seating places—fitting several people. All compacted in a sizeable curved couch with a low circular table in the middle to put drinks on or other substances, for that matter. There was also enough space for Bucky’s security to keep a lookout over the club and its activities.
Today it was only you and Bucky attending. No friends, no other company, except for your security detail.
With a good percentage of alcohol in your system, you and he were all over each other—lips sloppily crashing into one another as you moaned and groaned into each other's mouths and hands roamed both your bodies.
You'd unbuttoned a few buttons of his white long-sleeved shirt—wanting to feel his collarbone and chest underneath your fingertips as you made out. His dark blue velvet dress jacket was tossed to the side long ago. Your other hand rested delicately on top of his covered bulge—palming him ever so often.
Bucky’s hand kept a tight grip on your naked upper thigh; the short little dress you wore barely covered anything, giving him easy access to your skin. His other held your throat gently in his grasp, making it impossible to move away from him not that you wanted to.
Ever so slightly, he inches his way higher up your thigh, hicking your dress up with his moves, as he caressed your delicate skin with his rough hands, making you moan and whimper into his mouth. His end goal was to get into your panties—wanting to force his fingers knuckle-deep into you and have you make a mess all over them.
It wasn't unusual for him and you to get a little naughty together in the club. On multiple occasions, you'd have his fingers deep inside your pussy or straddle his lap to grind yourself on his clothed cock. And occasionally giving him a handjob here and there.
You'd think he would be against having you so exposed to everyone’s prying eyes since he was always so protective and possessive over you in day-to-day life. But on the contrary, he loved showing you off here. It gave him the power to assert his dominance over you and make everyone know that you're his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property and his most prized possession.
This was his club—his rules—his everything. Everyone knew not to mess with the mob boss's precious wife. Not unless they had a death wish.
Your body tingled in anticipation of having his digits buried deep inside you. You were so ready for it. So needy for it, but… God, did you really have to pee now, urgently.
“Bucky.”
His name came out in a moan rather than a plea for him to stop with his touches, making him think you wanted more. He swiped your damp panties with his thumb while his lips assaulted your neck with licks, kisses and bites, making you whine even more.
“Bucky!”
You placed your hands on his chest, shoving him lightly off you, making him stop with his kisses and retract his hand from under your dress.
“What!”
An annoyed tone was laced in his voice, but that quickly turned into concern as he thought something was wrong.
“What is it, baby?”
His thumb caressed your cheek lovingly as he tried to search your face for any discomfort. There was none, so he didn’t understand why you'd make him stop.
“I just really need to go pee.”
He nodded his head in understanding and was about to call for one of the security to accompany you, but you stopped him before he could.
“No! I can go on my own.”
“Doll…”
He cocked his head to the side. He didn’t like that. He didn’t want you going on your own.
Although the club was a safe space for you to wander around due to everyone knowing who you were and not daring to approach you under any circumstances, Bucky still wanted you looked after due to the reason that occasionally a rouge and unwanted person managed to get into the club, despite the tight security, and cause chaos and bothering the other club patrons. But that rarely happened, and right now, you just wanted to go on your own without having anyone on your tail all the time.
“Please, Bucky,” you pleaded with those puppy-dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist, “if I'm not back in 15 minutes, you can come and find me.”
“Alright, princess,” he pecked your lips, “but hurry back to me, baby,” and once more, “because I need to bury my fingers in your tight little pussy….”
He cupped your core harsh, making you moan out at the roughness. Bucky groaned out as he touched what belonged to him.
“... my tight little pussy.”
He growled in your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand and your core pulsate at his filthy words.
“I’ll be right back, babe.”
You gave him one last peck before you got up and fixed your dress—the material had bundled up your hips entirely. Bucky gave you a light tap on your ass before you walked away in search of the bathroom.
You did your business in the bathroom and freshened up before walking out to the club’s main area.
Bucky hadn't left his positing from the VIP area. His leg was crossed over the other, and his arms rested on the back of the couch while he looked calm and relaxed. You wanted to take advantage of your freedom and decided to get a quick drink at the bar before returning to him.
You made your way to the bar that was settled in the middle of the club while swaying your hips to the music playing. Luckily, the bar wasn't packed, so it should be a quick deal.
You order the drink and make yourself comfortable with your elbows on the bar counter, squeezing your breasts together, almost exposing them entirely. Your ass poked out behind you—the dress so tiny and short that it almost showed your entire ass.
You knew everyone had their eyes on you, thirsting and yearning for you—for something they knew they could never have, and that's what you loved so much about it. In this club, you loved being a little cock-tease to everyone—it made you feel powerful.
While waiting for your drink, you scanned and observed the club’s guests. Most of them you'd seen before and recognised—politicians with their mistresses, criminals making shady deals with each other, and some new faces you'd never seen before. Everyone looked to be in great spirit and having fun tonight.
“My, my… don't you look pretty tonight.”
A deep, smooth voice murmured in your ear, making you jump out of your skin a little at the roughness of it. You thought it was Bucky for a second, but the voice didn’t match quite right. When you spun around, you found yourself caught in an intense gaze by a man. Usually, you'd back away and decline any stranger like that, but something about him just made your whole being scream in need.
The man oozed danger, sex and confidence—all things you loved and had gotten so used to with Bucky. So you couldn't help yourself when you got ensnared in this stranger's trap. You knew you shouldn't talk to this man. Bucky would be pissed if he found out. But Bucky wasn't here right now, and the drink should be done any second, so you decided to play along and then would politely decline once it was time. Bucky would never know.
“Well, hello to you, stranger.”
You batted your eyelashes at him and gave him your most appetising smile and gestures you could muster up, popping your hip out and tilting your head to the side, wanting to play a bit dirty and rile him up.
“My, you're the prettiest little thing in this whole club.”
He came closer, almost pinning you against the bar with his massive frame. He licked his lips as his eyes travelled across your whole body. This man was playing a dangerous game in approaching you like that—intentions clearly sexual.
He presented his hand, and you took it gladly, shaking it.
“The names Roman,” he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it while maintaining eye contact, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Roman?
Roman?
You'd heard that name before, but you couldn't quite put your finger on who he was. It was such an unusual name that you would think with such a name, you'd remember who it belonged to, but your mind was completely blank. It must be the alcohol and the intense surge of sexual energy you were experiencing.
“The pleasure is all mine, Roman,” you gave him your name, which made him smirk when he heard it.
“That's a beautiful name, princess. What brings you to this club, sweet thing?”
“Oh, I-”
The conversation was cut abruptly by someone grabbing Roman’s shoulder and pulling him away from you, turning him to face whoever it was.
You gasped.
Shit. It was Bucky.
His face was stone cold as he stared Roman down with absolute dark rage in his eyes. His fists clenched by his side—knuckles turning white.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Roman?” Bucky spat out while getting all up in his face.
Wait?
Bucky knew him?
Oh…
Oh!
Oh, no…
He was that Roman.
Shit. Now you remember.
He's the man that betrayed Bucky about a year ago and went to be with Bucky’s number one rivals instead. You remember at the time what kind of a toll it had taken on Bucky to be so gruesomely crossed.
This was not good. You felt so horrible and guilty now with the later knowledge of know this man was. How could you have forgotten him? Forgotten what he's done? You should have brushed him off instead of instigating his actions further.
You couldn't hear what they were saying because they were so up in each other's faces, but you could tell that it was a heated argument. You wondered what was being said. What kind of complications and events this would all lead to.
Suddenly, Bucky shoved him hard, and it looked like he would fight him right then and there. But he didn’t…
“You’re fucking dead, Roman,” Bucky uttered through gritted teeth.
Bucky came to your side and grabbed your arm hard. So hard that it hurt, and you winced and tossed to try and get out of his harsh grip, but he wouldn't budge. He pulled you back to the VIP area and ordered you to sit on the couch.
“Don't fucking move.”
His words were like poison, making you flinch at the absolute anger in his voice. Your eyes were becoming glossy—tears threatening to spill at any moment. You wrapped your arms around yourself for comfort.
How could you be so stupid? You should have just said no to Roman instead of acting like a fucking brat and whore—wanting to be a little cock tease for a man that wasn't even your man. You should have just been an obedient little wife and returned to your husband like you were supposed to.
Bucky was furiously talking to one of his men for several minutes. You saw how stressed, angry and fearful his demeanour was. His hand ran through his short hair multiple times. It was rare to see Bucky in this state. He was usually tough and determined, not bothered by what people said and did, and always in control of things. But it looked like Roman had really struck a sensitive nerve—said something that had put Bucky out of check.
When he was done conversing, he came back to you and took your hand, gently this time, and pulled you with him out of the main club area, not saying a thing. It looks like you were leaving. You went through the backdoor that was only used for you and Bucky and a selected few other people.
Once in the elevator, Bucky wrapped a protective arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his torso, still not saying anything. You wanted to say something. To plead for his forgiveness, but you felt awkward doing it in this tight place when you weren't alone. You would try and talk to him in the car when it was just the two of you.
Bucky ushered you into the backseat of the black luxury car, him getting in behind you. You weren't sure where you were going—home, most likely. The screen divider that separated the backseats and driver seat was up, so you were all alone, and you could finally try to talk to him.
“Bucky?”
You tried in a sweet and calm voice.
Nothing.
He pulled his phone out when it pinged with a message. His mouth remained in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed, with no emotions in his eyes as he typed on his phone before placing it inside his jacket.
“Bu-Bucky?”
Your weak voice cracked as his name came out in a sob this time.
“I-I’m so s-sorry. I-I shou-” You sobbed even more, unable to finish your sentence. You were about to cry any second, knowing that Bucky was mad and disappointed in you for being so stupid and reckless. You turned your head away from him, unable to look at his stern face.
“Doll…”
His voice was sweet compared to the poisonous one he used with you in the Underground. You thought he would yell at you once in the car. But it was the opposite. His loving and caring side surfaced—your wonderful husband that loved you beyond words.
“Baby…”
He grabbed your chin with his fingers and turned your head towards his. His eyes held nothing but love and adoration for you—his wife. His heart broke when he saw a few tears roll down your cheeks, your lips quivering.
“P-please d-don't be mad a-at me, Bucky.”
“Oh, baby… come here.”
He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. His head nuzzled in your neck as he laid tender kisses on the soft skin to try and soothe you,
“Mad at you? No, doll. I could never be mad at you, and I’m sorry it came across that way. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you like that, my sweet love.”
“Bu-but, you seemed s-so angry at me. Angry for what I’d done and who I was talking to. I swear, Bucky, I forgot who he was, and I-I just-”
“Doll.” He made you rest your forehead on his. His piercing blue eyes focused deep into yours—showing you that he spoke the truth. “I’m not mad at you at all. Please don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s not your fault. Not even the slightest, ok? I love you, babydoll.”
“O-ok. I-I love you t-too, Bucky.”
He dried your tears while giving you a warm smile. “My precious girl.” He cradled your face in his hands and laid a light, comforting kiss on your lips. The kiss slowly progressed to a more passionate one—neediness and love poured into it.
The moment was quickly interrupted by Bucky’s phone pinging with a message in his jacket. He groaned as he fished it out to read it. You caught a glimpse and gasped when you saw what it said.
It's done.
You knew what it meant. It was the worst possible outcome following the events that unfolded in the club.
“Is, is he d-dead?”
“No, no, doll. They only questioned him, that's all.” Bucky tried to reassure you.
You knew what questioned meant. It meant that they had beaten the shit out of him, almost to the point of death. And although Bucky spoke the truth that Roman wasn't dead, he would be soon. Bucky never let something like what happened at the club go unpunished—people trying to cross his line. Certainly not when it comes to you. He would torture and kill anyone who made any advances on you, especially when they were fully aware of who you were and belonged to. And Roman most certainly knew what he was doing when he approached you. He wanted to provoke Bucky and test his limits. And now he would pay for it.
Maybe he didn’t think it through enough? Perhaps he thought he was safe because he was under the protection of Bucky’s rivals?
But one should never underestimate Bucky. He didn’t give a fuck who anyone belonged to, enemies or friends. If provoked, he would have you severely punished or, in the worst case, killed.
You shook your head—not wanting to think about it anymore. Instead, you lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder and close your eyes for the remaining car ride. His fingertips delicately caressing your arm lulled you to a relaxed and sleepy state…
———
“Doll,” his soothing voice murmured in your ear, pulling you out from the light sleep, “baby, we’re here.”
You softly moaned as you lifted your head and saw that you’d pulled into the garage of your penthouse—you were indeed home now. Luckily, because you were ready to cuddle up with your husband in bed and go to sleep in his loving and protective embrace.
“You want me to carry you?”
“N-no, I can go on my own.”
Once in the elevator, Bucky pressed the button for the roof terrace, not the apartment like you thought we would. You looked up at him. A confused expression on your face—eyebrows furrowed.
“Are we not going to bed yet?”
“Not yet,” he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, and kissed your head, “I have something I want to show you.”
What did he have to show you on the rooftop?
When the elevator arrived, Bucky took your hand and led you to the patio overlooking the light-filled city. Nothing looked unusual. Everything looked as it always did. There was no thing to show. So why did he bring you here?
“Bucky, what are we doing here?”
“Come.”
He led you to the very edge of the fence and wrapped his arms around you from behind. His head rested on your shoulder, and you leaned yours on his.
“Do you see, doll?”
“See what, Bucky?”
“The city!”
“Your city, babe.”
“Our city, baby girl. All of this is for you. Everything I do is for you. You and my undying love for you influence every decision I make in life.”
“James… you know I don't need any of this. I appreciate it, baby, you know that, but… I just need you.”
“I know, I only need you as well, but I just wanted you to know that we’re in this together. We can always count on each other. We will always have one another. Our love is powerful and unbreakable.”
“You know it, Bucky.”
You stood for a while longer. Staring out over your city as you swayed to imaginary music. Bucky’s lips graced your cheek as he whispered sweet nothings that had your heart burst with warmth, love and security.
Words can’t describe how much you loved this man. This vicious, menacing, murderous, but also affectionate, warm and joyous man. One would think such words couldn’t be combined to describe a man—that it doesn't fit. But Bucky was all those, and you wouldn’t change him for the world.
Your sweet bubble was interrupted by another notification on Bucky’s phone, making him groan in annoyance. He held one arm around your waist while the other retrieved his phone.
You couldn't see what it said this time, but he let out a groan of approval and then pulled you with him back to the elevator once he read it.
“Where are we going now? More surprises?”
“We’re just going to our room.”
Ah, finally. As much as you loved Bucky for bringing you up here and expressing his undying love for you, you really just wanted to snuggle up to him in bed now.
But once you arrived at your room, one of Bucky’s men was waiting by the door, which was highly unusual. You wondered what was going on. It probably had something to do about Bucky’s recent text message. Probably an update on Roman and his current… situation. But no matter what it was, you hoped it would be able to wait till the morning. You just wanted Bucky all to yourself now.
“Wait here, doll.”
You stood in place while Bucky approached his man. He whispered something to Bucky, and Bucky nodded before he called you over. The man bid you good night, and then it was finally just you and your husband.
“What was that all about, babe?”
“My love…”
He lay his hands on your shoulders, staring deep into your eyes with seriousness written all over his face.
What was going on?
Why was he acting so… strange?
“Yes, my dear?”
“Do you trust me?”
“I do, Bucky, with my life.”
“Would you do anything I ask of you?”
You didn’t like to admit it, but you would kill for this man if the situation ever occurred.
“I-I… yes.”
“Then come with me,” he presented his hand, and you took it without hesitation, “don't be alarmed.”
Alarmed?
He opened the door to your shared master bedroom. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Although you trusted Bucky, his behaviour was more abnormal than usual, which scared you slightly.
You expected to be met with something significant while walking into the room, but there was nothing in the dim-lit room. It was a little hard to see with the lights out, so you scanned the entire space to try and find the abnormality—from the huge windows lining the outer wall, to the bed, and finally, the other side of the room. And that's when you saw it.
You gasped out loud in horror, eyes wide like saucers when you saw a person in the darkened corner of your room. It was a man—beaten, bloodied and bruised, tied up in a chair. His scream was muffled by something shoved into his mouth.
Oh my god… it was Roman…
“B-Bucky, wha-”
What was happening? This was wrong. This was so wrong on so many levels. Bucky never brought any of his mob business into your home. He always tried to shield you from that gruesome aspect of his world as best as possible. So what was he doing?
You backed away slowly but were stopped by colliding into Bucky’s chest. He grabbed your upper arms to keep your shaking form in place. His breath fanned your face while he whispered in your ear.
“Don’t be scared, my love.”
You were very much horrified by the sight of a bloodied and bruised man bound tight in your room. I mean, who wouldn't be?
“Wh-what i-is going o-on?”
You contemplated screaming and running away. If that's what you wanted, Bucky would have let you go—he would never force you into doing something you absolutely didn’t want. But you didn’t move a muscle. This situation intrigued you. Bucky’s vicious and twisted mind fascinated you.
Although you were the innocent and sweet one in the relationship, you had a slight devious nature to you as well. So you wanted to see what kind of plans Bucky had in store for bringing Roman into your privacy. What kind of things does he want to do. So you let go of all your worries and went with the flow.
With Bucky’s hand secured around your neck, craning your chin up to make you look at Roman. Bucky spoke, loud enough for Roman to hear as well, the most sinful, possessive and immoral words he's ever uttered—making you shamelessly aroused and almost crumble to the floor.
“He’s gonna watch us, doll, all powerless tied up in that chair as I do with you as I please. He’s gonna watch as I undress you and expose your beautiful flesh to his eyes. He’s gonna watch as I kiss, lick, suck and bite all over your skin. He’s gonna watch and hear as I make you moan, whimper and scream. He’s gonna watch as I fuck you hard, my wife. Claiming your body and soul as mine, and mine only.”
Fuck.
You were all in.
Bucky circled his arms around your waist and brought you closer to his firm chest. Very delicately, he started leaving kisses on your exposed shoulder, making you purr in delight. His feather-light kisses made goosebumps erupt on your skin. You craned your neck to the side, giving his lips more space to continue their journey further up. A loud moan of satisfaction escaped you as he became rougher with it—licking and sucking on your tender sweet spot.
In a swift motion, he removed your little dress—leaving you in your pretty underwear. His hands started roaming all over your exposed body, paying close attention to all your curves with his fingers—hips, waist and breasts—especially your breasts. He palmed them in his grasp and pinched your nipple through the material of your bra, making you wince out at the slight pain.
While one of his hands palmed your breast, the other ran down your stomach and found its way into your panties, making you gasp once his expert fingers found your aching core. He ran his fingers through your slick folds, groaning deeply in your ear, making the hairs at the back of your neck stand.
“Fuck, baby, already so wet and messy for me, huh? Did that turn you on, princess? My little speech about fucking you and claiming you as mine while he watches all helpless?”
“U-uh, huh.”
You were revelling in the pleasure your twisted and loving husband provided you that there was no way to form any coherent words, let alone sentences. It made Bucky chuckle in a sinister way at how absolute speechless he could make you with such simple touches.
Then it all stopped—his touches and kisses. You whined out in protest and were starting to turn around to see what was going on, but he stopped you by grabbing your upper arms and turning you towards Roman again.
“Stay still, baby.”
Thankfully, his delicate touches returned to your skin. His fingers ran from your shoulder and down until they met the clasp of your bra—unclasping it with no difficulty. The bra straps ran down your arms and hit the floor with a soft thud. Your breasts fully exposed to the two men.
With Bucky’s hands caressing your waist, he descended to the floor behind you. His fingers hooked into your panties and pulled them down your legs. Now, you were fully exposed; your parts that Bucky was so protective and possessive over came to light.
He left a wet kiss on each of your ass cheeks before travelling the kisses upward your naked back—until he stood straight up and wrapped his hand around your throat again, making you yelp and pay full attention to the man tied to the chair. Bucky spoke loud again for him to hear as well.
“This here is all mine. My body—my tits, my ass, my pussy,” he groped your wet and naked core, making you gasp out, “Only I will get to touch and take all of her as I please. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
“I-it’s yours, B-Bucky, I-I belong to y-you.”
He turned you around and pulled your naked body flush into his clothed one. His hand grasped the back of your neck and brought your lips to his—hungrily kissing you, tongues caressing one another as you moaned and groaned into the heated and needy kiss. His other hand took hold of your ass cheek—altering between squeezing hard and delivering slaps to the plump flesh, which made you whimper into his mouth each time he did.
While still keeping your lips connected, Bucky manoeuvred you to the foot of the bed and removed his jacket while you helped with unbuttoning his white shirt—tearing it off his muscular body.
You roamed your hands all over his hard chest and stomach, moaning as you felt every curve and dip of his delicious muscles. While you touched him, Bucky went to work on getting his pants off.
“Let me.”
You descended to your knees, finding a comfortable place on the marble floor, and helped him tug his pants and underwear down. A satisfied gasp slips from your mouth as his hard cock springs to life—slapping against his belly.
“This cock belongs to me, doesn't it, daddy?” You mutter as you take a firm grasp on his base, and kitten lick his tip while looking up at him.
Bucky chuckled at your possessive nature, licking his lips. You could be just as possessive over Bucky as he was over you, and he loved it. He belonged to you as much as you belonged to him.
“You know it does, baby,” his hand cradled your face, “all of me belongs to you, body and soul.”
You pushed him down to sit on the foot of the bed, his hands on the mattress keeping his weight up. His eyes were fixated on your kneeling form as you nestled between his spread legs. The palm of your hands caressed his thighs up and down as you stared at his entire cock—your mouth watering at how delicious it looked.
“I’m so hungry for your cock, daddy.”
“Yeah? You gonna show him what a little cock-whore you are, baby?”
“Yes,” a glob of your spit fell on him, making him groan as your hand jerked him and spread the saliva all over his length, “I’m a little cock-whore that wants your cock in my mouth.”
He twitched at your lewd words.
“Take all of me then.”
With his hand at the back of your head, he guided and encouraged you to take him whole. With no hesitation, you engulfed his length immediately—too cock-hungry to tease and toy with him until he begged for you. You desperately needed his length deep in your throat.
You gagged around him as he tickled the back of your throat. The vibrations made him shudder where he sat. With each hand cradling your face, he forced your head up and down on him, thrusting his hips upwards to meet your moves.
Tears pooled in your eyes, and saliva dribbled out of your mouth as he forced his way down your throat. It was so messy and erotic—sloppy sounds filled the room.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he concentrated on how your warm and wet mouth felt on his throbbing cock. Guttural groans rumbled in his throat.
“Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby.”
He removed you from him, which made you whine in protest—missing the feel of him choking you with it. Your hand wrapped around him and jerked his length in long strokes as you presented your tongue—showing him how absolute needy you were for his cock shoved deep in your cavity.
With his fingers holding your jaw, he leaned down till he was level with your face and gifted you a glob of his spit on your awaiting tongue. “Fucking whore, you know that?” You nod your head. The degrading action and words had your pussy flutter. You rolled your tongue into your mouth and leaned down to retake him, bobbing your head while Bucky supported his weight on his hands, allowing you to take control of his cock as he sat and enjoyed the lewd performance.
“I bet you’re fucking jealous now.” Bucky sneered at Roman as the corner of his mouth turned up in a sinister smirk.
Your hand accompanied your mouth—stroking his base while your mouth paid attention to his sensitive head—finding a perfect rhythm to bring Bucky over the edge. The other hand cupped his balls to fondle them.
“Look at me….”
You peered up at him through your thick lashes while you had your mouth and hands full of his cock and balls. Drool and tears covering all of you.
“...fucking shit, doll, you’re gonna make me come.” A few seconds later, he grunted as he reached his climax. His hand gripping your shoulder hard to brace himself.
Watching his face contour in pure pleasure, moaning, groaning and grunting while his thick load shoots down your throat must be one of the most pornographic scenes you’d ever witnessed. Your pussy fluttered at the sight and vocalisation of him—slickness running down your inner thighs.
Holy fucking shit.
You worked him thoroughly through his intense orgasm to make him feel as good as possible. Not letting a single drop of him go to waste—all of it trickled down your throat.
Once he had come down from his high, you pulled him out from your mouth, making his head leave with a pop. Bucky hisses as his sensitive cock is freed from your expert hold.
You were a mess—drool covering your face, hands and tits, but to Bucky, it was the most stunning you’d ever looked.
“Oh, baby. So beautiful and messy for me.”
With his hand holding your throat, he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss which you whimpered into.
“Get on the bed.”
All giddy, you switched places with him. Your elbows supported your weight as you spread your legs for him, showing him your glistening and needy pussy.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
“Are you gonna fuck me, daddy?”
Bucky tugged your legs, pulling you further towards him—till your ass was right by the edge of your bed.
“Not yet, babydoll. I need to taste that pussy first.”
He finds a comfortable place on his knees between your spread legs so he can go to work in worshipping all of you, like the Goddess you are. His face is inches from where you so desperately need him, feeling his breath on you, making your pussy ache for him. You arch into his face, your hand running over his short hair, begging for him to taste you, touch you, do anything to you. To eat you out until he shatters your existence.
“Please, Bucky,” you pathetically plead.
“You want it, baby?”
The tip of his tongue flickers your nub. That simple touch has your whole body convulse on the bed and a soft whimper escaping you.
God, you were so needy.
“P-please.”
“I’ll make you feel so fucking good, princess,” he laid a simple kiss on your wet folds, making you convulse once more, “but first, I need to clean up this mess you’ve made, baby.” He was referring to the slickness that had spilt from you, running down your inner thighs.
While his hands caressed the side of your waist, making delicious tingles erupt on your skin, he went to work on cleaning you up with his tongue—licking up the mess you’ve made, moaning at your taste. “Your taste is outstanding, baby.” Your whimper in pain and pleasure as he nips the skin of your inner thigh with his teeth—his tongue soothing the sting after.
“You have the prettiest pussy; you know that, baby? I’m so lucky that I’m the only man who will ever get to see it, to taste it,” he licks your outer lips, which has you arch into him for more, “and to fuck this needy little cunt.”
Finally, he places his mouth where you desperately need it to be. He drags his broad tongue through your folds and flicks the tip of it on your clit. The action has you arch your back, and your eyes flutter shut.
“O-oh…”
A glob of his saliva hits your clit, trickling down your folds. He groans as he watches his mess mix with your own—making your pussy look like the most delicious five-star meal he’s ever seen.
“Look at him, baby. Look at him while I eat your pussy.”
You turned your head to look at the man bound in his chair. It’s fucked up to admit it, but it turned you on to have Bucky between your thighs while a beaten-down man watched. You could see him shaking in his chair, shock overloading his system while his bloodied face pleaded for mercy—for his hurt and misery to end.
Fuck, this was hot.
You moaned loudly as Bucky went to work on devouring your pussy like a starved man that hasn’t had a decent meal in forever. He drags his tongue through your slit multiple times to get all of your flavours. His groan against your pussy at the taste has you quiver on the mattress and a loud cry emitting from you.
He lewdly spits on your pussy to claim ownership over it before his lips wrap around your raw nub—altering between sucking and licking the sensitive nerve. You try to keep your focus on Roman, but your eyes flutter at the pleasure, your mind and vision becoming blurry.
Two fingers penetrate your velvet walls, stretching you out and reaching knuckle deep, making you wail out. Their tips brush against the spot that has you absolutely lose it, making you writhe on the bed. The other works your breast—palming the supple flesh in his grasp, pinching and pulling on your sensitive nipple. You're nothing but cries of pleasure—moaning, groaning and whimpering as Bucky works you to perfection.
You feel kind of embarrassed at how noisy and pathetic you sound, so you bite your bottom lip hard to try and keep yourself down. Bucky didn’t like that at all.
“No, no,” he releases your clit from his hold, “let him hear. Let him hear all your pretty noises, baby.”
He quickly returned his assaults on your swollen clit that throbbed in need. His fingers moved in and out of you at an expert pace, and his other hand worked your breast.
Upon his wishes, you let your cries of satisfaction flow freely—filling up the bedroom. Your breathing hitched in your throat as the buildup was nearing its breaking point, so close to shattering your whole existence—body and soul.
Both your hands are placed at the back of his head, keeping him there so that he cannot move away and deny you your pleasure under no circumstances. Your hips rock into his vicious mouth as you chase your orgasm—it’s right there, so close.
“Bucky,” you cry as you come hard, your toes curling and your whole body convulsing on the bed. You try keeping your gaze on Roman as the coil in your stomach snaps, but your eyes cross. The surge of intense pleasure on your mind and body is almost indescribable—you’ve never come so hard in your entire life. As stars blur your vision, you feel like you're floating on a cloud.
Bucky groans as he works through your orgasm, your clit throbbing in his mouth and your tight walls fluttering around his digits. He’s in awe as he watches you fall apart like you’ve never done before, and he doesn't stop pleasuring you until you are all but satisfied.
You sob from sensitivity as his mouth and fingers leave your used and abused pussy. You’re a panting and heaving mess as you try and come back to your senses.
“You have no idea how sexy and breathtaking you are when you come like that, baby,” he says before kissing your mound, making you twitch. He proceeds with his kisses up your stomach and gives each of your nipples a lick; each touch has you spasm on the bed at how overly sensitive your whole body feels. He comes to face you—gently laying a kiss on your lips so you can taste yourself.
“I really fucked you up, didn’t I? I’m the only one that can make you come like that, huh?”
All you can do is nod while babbling unfinished words as you still haven’t recovered from your high.
Bucky chuckled at your distant and fucked out state.
“I’ll fuck you up some more, doll. He’s gonna watch as I absolutely wreck you.”
He pulls you further up the bed until you’re both in the middle of it.
With his hard cock in hand, he taps the head on your swollen clit, making you twitch and sob; a weak no falls from your lips as you place your hand on his hip to try and push him off.
You can’t. You’re so overly sensitive that it hurts. You can’t take anymore. But Bucky didn’t seem to give a fuck. He wasn’t done with you.
“I-I c-can’t.”
“Yes, you can, baby.” He speaks through gritted teeth.
He takes your hand off him and pins it down on the mattress.
Again he taps your clit, pulling out the same reaction from you as before. He glides his leaking tip through your wet folds. Gradually, his cock gliding on your tingling nub feels fucking incredible, and you’re ready for him to wreck you with his length.
“Please, daddy, fuck me.”
He groaned out at your neediness for him and lined his tip with your quivering entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, he penetrates your tight velvet walls with his cock, making you whimper at the slight ache. His hands grasp the back of your thighs as he forces his way inside you, guttural groans rumbling in his throat as your warm and tight walls engulf him. The last bit of him he forcefully pushes inside you, slamming into your pelvis, making you sob a cry, and your eyes roll back—showing white. The feeling of fullness has you blabbering pleas for him to destroy and fuck you senseless.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”
His voice is so deep and husky, making your walls flutter around his length, pulling out a heavy moan from him.
“I’ll fuck you so good, doll.”
He pulls out and then forces himself hard into you again, making you jolt and cry on the mattress. He does it a few times, being rough and abusive with it, before he starts fucking your tightness in deep and powerful strokes, slapping his skin against yours.
He hoists your legs on his shoulder, pinning them against his front, as he thrusts into you, his tip brushing your sweet spot each time he reaches deep inside you. You’re nothing but a moaning, whimpering mess as you take it all. Your hands grip the sheets to brace yourself, your eyes cross as he fucks you into oblivion, and your breasts bounce with each abusive thrust he delivers.
“My pussy. Mine, mine, mine, mine,” he grunts between each hard thrust, watching his length disappear through your walls.
There's nothing on your brain other than his cock—nothing but earth-shattering pleasure that it's giving.
You convey that you want him closer with grabby hands as you’re entirely speechless with how he’s fucking you.
Answering your pleas, he drops your legs on each side before lowering his body till his naked chest meets yours, holding his weight up so he won’t completely crush your sensitive body. His forehead rests on yours as his warm breath hits your face.
“So needy for my cock, huh? So needy for all of me?”
You can only let out a sound of approval.
“Good fucking girl.”
With the rolls of his hips, he manages to reach even deeper inside you, making you wail in pleasure. You wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, clinging to him with your weak strength. The buildup was fast due to your last orgasm, and you were ready to explode with pleasure once more.
“I-I-I’m go….”
You couldn't even form a coherent sentence, making Bucky chuckle at how good he was fucking your brains.
“You gonna come, baby?”
“U-uh, huh.”
“Look at him, baby,” with his fingers on your jaw; he turned your head to look at Roman, “look at him as you cream and make a mess all over my cock, you fucking whore. Look at him while I stuff your little cunt.”
You try to keep your focus on him, but it was near impossible with the way Bucky was fucking you, clouding your every sense.
A few more brutal thrusts, and you come hard, toes curling, almost blacking out at the intensity. Silent noises escape your open mouth, and your eyes roll as you explode around his cock—your walls viciously pulsating around his length and making a mess all over him. Tears streamed down your face as it became too much, too hard, but you wanted more; you wanted his cum to fill you so badly, so you pulled him in tighter with your weak legs, wanting him to spill his warm seed inside you.
With a heavy grunt, he spurts ropes after ropes of his cum inside you, decorating your walls. His hips snapped rapidly against you as he filled you up to the brim, emptying himself entirely and not stopping until you were both fucked out and satisfied.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl taking all of me.”
He stilled inside once he was done, making a breath of relief and satisfaction escape you, and a deep groan came from him at the aftershocks. He peppers kisses on your clammy neck and collarbone, whispering sweet praises and affirmation after being so dominant and rough with you. You hold him close, nuzzling your face into his short hair as you hum and sigh in contentment at being stuffed full of his cum.
A whimper falls from you as his body leaves yours, leaving you cold, followed by a sob as his cock leaves your used and abused hole, leaving you unfulfilled.
“Look at that, baby,” Bucky was fascinated with his cum trickling out of your quivering hole, ”such a pretty sight.” He collected all of the cum with his tip and pushed himself hard into you again, making you squeal. After giving you a few more strokes, he pulled out, making the cum flow out once more. He gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek, followed by some words that made your breath hitch.
“Stay still, baby. I need to show him.”
He what?
You were still and spread out like he requested, your body too sensitive and sore to move anyways. With hooded eyes, you watch Bucky’s naked behind as he walks away from you and over to the man bound tight in the corner.
Bucky removes the gag from Roman’s mouth, and you can hear him coughing blood and saliva as his voice is freed. He tries to say something, but it comes out as a gurgling sound.
“Did you really fucking think I would let you go unpunished from my club, you fucking filth?”
Bucky’s fist connects with Roman’s bloodied and bruised face—the noise of skin punching skin and the crackling of Roman’s teeth at the force of it is the most uncomfortable sound you’ve ever heard. You shut your eyes tight as Bucky hits him again, and then a last time.
“Did you really fucking think I would let you speak about my wife like that without me having your head for it?”
You still didn’t know what Roman had said to Bucky in the club, but it was obviously triggering. So Bucky had gone to this extent in showing him, and others for that matter, what happens when someone spoke about his possessions.
Bucky removed his restraints and pulled Roman by his hair over to you on the bed—propping him up so he rested on his knees, his bruised face close to your pussy.
You were lost for words at what was happening, at what Bucky was doing. You just closed your eyes tight and hoped that whatever was going to happen would be over soon.
“Look at that, huh. Look at it. Isn’t it so fucking beautiful?”
Bucky was referring to his cum seeping out of your quivering hole—making a beautiful mess.
Roman looked with hooded eyes and tried to say something, but his words came out strained and unclear.
“Fucking LOOK AT IT!”
Bucky yelled in his face. It startled you and made tears roll down your cheek. This feels so degrading… but my God, also so fucking hot at the same time—to have someone being forced to look at your most intimate part that’s just been used and abused and stuffed full of cum.
Roman looks with wide eyes now, well, one at least; the other one is too bruised to open fully. He makes a painful noise as Bucky pulls his head up by his hair.
“This is mine. My pussy,” Bucky spreads your lips, “this is my girl, my fucking wife, and that’s my fucking cum that’s claimed her. You will never ever get to touch her. Touch what rightfully belongs to me. How dare you come into my club and use your filthy disgusting words on my wife, especially after betraying me like that, you worthless piece of shit.”
Bucky tosses him to the ground, his body hitting the hard floor in a loud thud while he groans in pain.
“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky spat at him.
Bucky retrieves his phone from his jacket, and you hear his thumbs moving across the keyboard—typing a message. You’re unsure what’s happening and too tired and slightly traumatised to ask questions.
A few seconds later, there’s a knock on the bedroom door, and Bucky stands with his back, all tall and broad, to you, blocking your body so whoever is on the other end can’t see you fully exposed. Bucky doesn’t care about his own nudity in the slightest.
Whoever entered the room didn’t say anything, but you could hear them come closer and stop by Roman, waiting for Bucky to give them instructions.
“Dispose of him,” Bucky utters in a deep and sinister voice.
“Yes, Sir.”
You hear Roman getting pulled away, never to be seen again, and then a door closes, leaving only you and Bucky in your bedroom.
“Baby.”
His sweet and caring voice was back; his protective and warm touches were back—your loving husband. He cleans you off with his shirt and then cradles your body, making you sit on his lap as he wraps his tender, soft arms around your frame. You nuzzle your face into his sweaty neck, a tired sigh leaving you as his fingers run delicately on your clammy skin, soothing your aching flesh and lulling you to sleep.
“Are you ok, doll?” He takes your tired face in his hands, making you look at his concerned one, searching yours for any sign of stress or discomfort. “Was that too much? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, doll, you had to see that, to hear that. That I had to put you through that.”
You honestly didn’t know what to say at what just unfolded—too tired and sore to process the whole event properly, but you were ok, for now. You were just happy to finally have your husband to yourself after such a pleasurable and vicious evening. All you wanted now was to fall asleep in his protective embrace.
All worries and questions about tonight could wait until the morning.
“I-I’m o-ok, James, just tired,” you yawn.
“Oh, baby…”
He scoots you up the bed—until you both rest your heads on the fluffy pillows, facing each other.
“... come here.”
You make yourself small and vulnerable as you nuzzle and cling to the embrace of your vicious lover and protector—his arms and legs holding you close. A content sigh breathes through you as your head tucks into his chest; listening to the calming beats of his heart—this was your home, where you wanted to be forever; despite Bucky’s brutal nature at times, you never ever wanted to leave his side.
Bucky’s murderous hands treat your skin like it's the most delicate thing in the world—softly stroking your back, making you shudder and purr in delight. Sweet words of affirmation are whispered against your hair, followed by a hum of a pleasant tune that slowly lulls you to sleep.
The last thing you hear are words that solidify your love and trust for your husband.
“You’re mine, mine only, my everything, and I love you beyond words, my sweet love….”
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The Surrogate [pt.3]
Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Summary: After months of peaceful living with Bucky he is called to arms as the fight with Thanos comes to Wakanda. Warnings: 18+ only, pregnancy, smut, labour, war WC: 3018 Set after Civil War, just before Infinity War and after End Game.
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The hospital bed was shaking as Natasha’s nervousness left her leg bouncing and you looked to Clint to try calm her but he was too busy enjoying the rare sight. He was poised against the wall with one leg bent behind him as he scratched at the empty spot that was usually taken up by his ankle bracelet. Finally, the sonographer entered the room and Nat’s head shot up from where she had been watching your stomach move under her hand.
There was no waiting around or polite small talk as she squirted the gel onto your stomach, everyone in Wakanda knew the longer Nat or Clint stayed in their country the higher risk of getting caught. No one wanted to implicate the Wakandans so it was best to get the scan done quickly so everyone could disperse back across the globe. Everyone except you.
“Measurements look great, everything looks to be growing at the right rate.” Dr N’Yana smiled as she took a rare look away from the screen. “Were you wanting to know the gender?”
“Please!” Nat begged as she leant even closer. “We have a bet.”
“It’s a girl.” You and Clint both reaffirmed as Natasha shook her head.
“Everything points to a boy.” She argued once again.
“Old wives tales don’t count.” You laughed, as you looked back at Dr N’Yana. “Put her out of her misery please.”
“Sorry, Miss Romanoff, she is definitely a girl.”
Natasha didn’t look disappointed at all at losing the bet, she was too busy wiping the tears of joy that filled her eyes. It didn’t matter that you had been feeling her kicks for over a week or that you had seen her sonogram at 12 weeks, it all suddenly seemed real now. A tissue was waved in front of your face and you realised you were also crying, Clint handing the tissues out to both you and Nat as he grinned at the news.
“Congrats, Nat.” You sniffed after blowing your nose. “I knew from those kicks she was going to be a mini you.”
Her arms wrapped around your neck as she quietly thanked you once again. The three of you were family, she never had to thank you for anything and you reminded her that as you cleaned the slimy gel off your stomach and accepted her hand to help you sit up.
“Things are getting pretty rough out there right now. I don’t know when we can stop in again next but no matter what, you call me the moment you think she’s coming.” She said as you walked her out to the jet, a new stack of images tucked close to her chest in a zippered pocket. “I can’t believe how much you are glowing. What I can’t tell is if it’s the pregnancy or Bucky and that vitamin D.”
“Shh…” You hissed as you looked around the public area. “It’s not like that, we don’t do that.”
“Wait. Seriously?” She asked as she skidded to a halt.
“No, I…we do other stuff, just not that.”
“You do realise there's a thing called a mucus plug that stops anything from getting up there, if that’s what you are worried about.”
“Oh god, I can’t have this conversation with you, or anyone for that matter.”
Clint’s laugh reminded you he was following a few feet behind and your face burned with embarrassment. “You’re gonna need it when it’s time to get that baby out.” He laughed. “I remember Laura going feral when she hit her due date, couldn’t get enough.”
“You do realise I will have to look Laura in the eye once all of this is over?” You grimaced. “I don’t need to hear this. Would you look at the time? Your flight’s set to take off.”
“I’m the pilot. It takes off when I say it does.” Nat laughed at your expense before sighing. “But you’re right, we should be heading off. There’s only so long Laura can wear the ankle monitor and replicate this dweebs movements.”
You were getting better with their goodbyes but you still felt a pang of hurt every time they left and this was no different. You gave them both a hug before Clint pulled the three of you all together and kissed your forehead before heading to the jet with a wave. Nat lingered a moment longer to press her hand to your belly one last time and you remembered what you had thought earlier.
“Can you tell Steve that he’s wrong about Bucky and he should visit next time?”
You could tell she was curious to ask what you were talking about but Clint had started the engines and so she just nodded in agreement and made her way to the ramp before he left without her.
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18 weeks later
You were gently brushing Bucky’s hair as he slept beside you, the long strands almost curling from how often you twirled them around your fingers. You barely slept these days, the weight of your pregnancy leaving you uncomfortable and unable to find a position to sleep in. Instead you spent the early hours laying face to face, watching him sleep as a breeze fluttered the curtain at the front door.
“You should be resting.” He murmured with his sleepy, gravelly voice.
“You go back to sleep baby, no point in both of us being tired today and my back hurts.” You replied softly, hoping he would go back to sleep but instead he climbed over the double mattress he had upgraded to months ago and began rubbing your back.
You sighed as his hand worked its magic and the soft sounds filling the room quickly left his cock growing hard between your thighs. There would be no going back to sleep for either of you until you could alleviate the pulsing ache between your legs and he hummed happily as you lifted your leg over his hip. The massage was forgotten as his hips rolled behind you, pushing his head through your folds to find your core wet and needy for him.
“God, always so ready for me aren’t you, doll?” He moaned in your ear between kissing your neck.
“Please, I need you, Buck.” You pleaded as he kept teasing you with his hips.
He shifted slightly behind you, the angle changing and when he rolled his hips his cock pressed into your dripping cunt, slowly filling you until you couldn’t possibly take any more. A high keen expelled as he stretched you and his own moan sent shivers down your spine while his fingers tightened their hold on your hips. Your patience ran out as you chased the release he could give you and you pushed yourself back against him and rolled your own hips, riding his cock and taking your own pleasure.
“That’s it, y/n, fuck, take what you need from me.”
His hand slipped over your hip and teased your clit, circling and rolling it to elicit the mewls you couldn’t hold back. His strong legs pushed you wider when your legs threatened close with ecstasy and his thrusts grew even harder, fucking you into oblivion as your body began to tremble around him. His growl ruptured the fragments of your mind and sent you over the edge, pussy gripping his cock and trying to keep him deep inside. You even whimpered when he pulled out and you missed the full feeling before you felt the heated splatters of his cum painting your lower back.
You went to climb out of bed and get cleaned up but he pressed you back into the mattress with a kiss and got out himself. You watched his silhouette make its way around the room and he came back with a cool washcloth and gently cleaned the mess he had made. When he was finished you were finally feeling relaxed enough to attempt to sleep again and he climbed back in behind you, arm hanging over your hip and already falling asleep.
When you woke again the room was bright and Bucky was missing from the bed. Fresh fruit and a glass of water was set on the bedside with a net over the top and smiled at the sweet thought as you picked at a slice of pawpaw. It wasn’t until you heard voices outside that you stopped snacking and pulled a flowing dress over your body to go and see who was visiting.
“T’Challa, what brings you out here?” You asked with a smile that was harder than normal to produce, the ache in your back only increasing as you got out of bed.
“You should be resting still.” Bucky sighed as he saw the pain in your features.
“This affects her too, white wolf, she should know.” T’Challa said before turning his attention to you. “We have a war coming, New York has already been attacked and Tony is missing.”
Your hands flew to your mouth as you thought of your old team mate and you pressed a hand to your forehead as your body suddenly felt too hot. A sweat broke on your brow as you tried to stop the tears that were building until you noticed a case sitting on the wagon of hay Bucky was unloading.
“What is that?” You asked as you touched the black and gold metal plates of the prosthetic arm. “How long have you had this?”
“Shuri built it in case he ever came out of retirement.” T’Challa answered without actually answering and a spark of anger ignited in your belly.
“You mean you knowingly kept that locked away when he could have been using it.”
“Y/n, it’s fine. I didn’t need it.” Bucky said as he grabbed your chin and turned your head to look at his sincerity.
You took a deep breath and blamed your irritability on the lack of sleep before nodding and apologising to the King, only for speaking to him the way you did not for what you said. You still thought they should have given him the arm as soon as it was made.
“Steve’s jet will be here within the hour, I suggest you find your way to the palace too, y/n, it’s not going to be safe out here when the battle begins.”
With that T’Challa turned and left with his Dora Milaje and you watched Bucky pull his shirt over his head and begin unwrapping the cloth he used to hide his stump where his arm was. You guided the top of the arm to his shoulder and felt a magnetic pull when it was a few inches away, the arm locking into place with the help of a mechanism and he rolled his arm, getting a feel for the new addition.
“I like the new colour scheme.” You ran your fingers along the plates and found his eyes watching you touch him. “I wonder what features it has.”
“You’re insatiable.” He shook his head with a rueful smile, looking at the King’s jet taking off back to the heart of the city. “When this is over we will figure that out, for now I need to get you to the palace. No arguments.”
He led you back inside to sit on the bed while he unlocked a trunk that had been stuffed in the corner for as long as you had been there. You watched curiously as he pulled out duffel bags and you heard the familiar rattle of guns inside one but the other was silent. He opened that first, pulling out his Winter Soldier gear that you had seen him wear in Germany.
“Does it scare you?” You asked as he held the leather vest up and shook out the dust that had gathered. “Wearing that again and fighting?”
“No.” He opened the weapons bag and began slotting the knives into the holders on the vest before looking up at you. “I have a reason to fight now and people to protect.”
You rose from the bed with a groan and made your way over to where he was dressing, buckling the many clips that crossed over his broad chest. Your fingers brushed his aside and you clipped him up before resting your palms over his leather clad chest.
“You be careful out there.” You ordered sternly. “I need you to come home to me.”
He dropped his forehead to yours, his hair creating a curtain to your own little world. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Bucky, but promise me.”
“I promise, now let’s go.”
The quinjet was just landing as you arrived at the landing pad and Natasha was first off the ramp, hands reaching for your stomach that had exploded since she last visited. Not even the video calls could really do justice to the size of your bump and she was absolutely stunned as she cradled it.
“Your mommy’s here, baby girl.” You smiled as she started kicking wildly before groaning as she hit your bladder. “Great, excuse me while I go to the toilet, again.”
“Want me to come?” Bucky asked as you clenched your teeth at the strain.
“No, no. You haven’t seen Steve in years, I’ll be back in a minute.” You reassured him and pushed him towards Steve who was stepping off the ramp.
You hadn’t gotten far inside the palace doors when the pressure inside you shifted and a torrent of liquid ran down your legs. You still felt the need to go for a pee and swore at the realisation that your waters had indeed broken as you leant against the wall for support.
“Ayo, please go and retrieve Natasha and James.” You heard T’Challa order and looked up to find his concerned eyes taking in the scene.
“Sorry about the floor.” You muttered but he just laughed.
“It is the least of our worries today.” He said before the hurried footsteps of Nat and Bucky reached you. “Shuri has had a room prepared for her already. Bast bless you with a safe delivery.”
“Kid’s got a real problem with timing.” You tried to joke as Bucky’s new arm wrapped around your waist and supported you as they led the way to the medical wing high up the palace floors.
“Unknown aircraft entering the atmosphere.” An alarm alerted from the speakers in the elevator and your anxiety spiked at the thought of your friends out on the battlefield.
“What are you doing here?” Shuri asked as she looked up from the surgery she was performing on Vision. “Now is not the time to go into labour.”
“Tell that to her.” You groaned as the pain in your back radiated to the front. “She missed that memo.”
“On the bed over there.” Shuri nodded with her chin. “I’ll watch over her, they need all the help they can get down there.”
Your eyes widened at the thought of giving birth alone and you reached out, taking one of their hands. “Finish the bastards quickly and get back here.”
Natasha nodded rigidly before seeing the spacecrafts cast shadows over the city and bent over your stomach to whisper in her native tongue before kissing your forehead. “Stay safe.”
She disappeared from the room without looking back and you turned to Bucky. “What did she say?”
“Your momma will always be with you and she loves you.” He said after a moment's pause, wondering if he should tell you. “I know, I’ll keep an eye out for her.”
You smiled as he read your mind and pulled him closer by the buckles on his vest so you could kiss him. “Watch out for yourself too, don’t get all selfless and killed because I fucking love you, James. And I kinda need you if we want a baby of our own, remember?”
“Oh, I remember.” He smirked against your lips before pulling away. “I’ll be back before you know it. I love you.”
You watched his purposeful gait as he left the room and wondered how even posed for war with aliens he could look so sexy.
“You really thinking about another baby when you haven’t even given birth?” Shuri laughed. “Crazy.”
“It’s not too bad right now.”
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“Fuuuuuck!” You screamed as another contraction ripped through your abdomen. “Shuri!”
“Breathe, y/n, you are doing great.” She said from the other side of the room where she was still performing the surgery and muttering under her breath. “Yelling is not making me go any faster.”
“I heard that.”
“Sorry!”
You relaxed as the contraction eased off and lifted your head to see the chaos out the glass windows, instantly regretting your decision. Wanda had been helping take the pain away and ease your mind but she had been needed on the battlefield and you were left without any pain relief and the contractions were coming hard and fast. A crash at the door pulled you away from your worry and a body was thrown across the room.
“Y/n! Get to that room.” Shuri pointed to a door close by and you pulled yourself off the bed and shuffled as quickly as you could into the supply room.
You made it inside just before a hideous alien stepped in the main room and grappled with Shuri, the destruction only ending when Vis threw him and the alien out of the window to cascade down the palace wall. It was all too much, too much chaos, too much fighting, too much everything that you slid down the wall and curled up on the cool tile floor. There was nothing you could do except grit your teeth and cry as the contractions took your breath away and suffer alone.
Suddenly a wave of peace washed over you and the battle outside fell silent. Did that mean we won? You prayed that Bucky and Nat were safe, along with everyone else as a strange weightless feeling took over your body. Every nerve tingled oddly and you looked at your fingers as they began to crumble to dust that quickly spread across your skin.
“What the fu-“
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