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pellucid-constellations · 2 years

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If It Were Summer

Pairing: College!Bucky x reader

Summary: You met Bucky in Italy—a summer abroad with sweet gelato and even sweeter words. You never thought you’d see him again, and you were right. Because the Bucky at this frat party, the one with the smirk and the wandering eyes, was nothing like the one you knew. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still completely in love with you.

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Frat!Bucky is a jerk, a wistful summer romance, angst, minor physical violence and gross men (not Bucky), mentions of alcohol

a/n: This is for @barnesafterglow‘s 1k writing challenge!! Inspired by the prompt: “and i was right there beside him all summer long, and then the time we woke up to find that summer gone”. I love you Tiff, congrats!! 🤍🤍

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It was bad enough that Wanda had dragged you to this thing.

Your sweater was hanging off of your shoulder at a weird angle, unwilling to sit straight on your body as people rammed into you every twenty seconds. The cup in your hand was smashed and dripping as you clutched it tightly between tense fingers; you had yet to even take a single sip. Your skin was sticky with sweat and spilled alcohol and your head was pounding with the bass of the speakers and you were alone in a room of dozens instead of tucked into bed a few miles away.

All of that was bad, but the worst part was that he was here.

James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky. Buck, as Steve liked to call him. President of Sigma Epsilon—possibly the douchiest frat on campus—and infamous for sleeping with any girl that batted her eyes at him the right way.

Or, as you knew him before the start of senior year, Bucky from Brooklyn.

When you caught his eye at this stupid party in a room full of people you had never met, however, he certainly didn’t look like Bucky from Brooklyn. No, that Bucky was sweet and let his head fall back when he laughed. He cupped your face in his hands when you smiled and kissed you until your lips went numb. His touches were gentle and his words were adoring and he was everything that this Bucky could never be.

You weren’t surprised that you hadn’t met him until last summer; even though you’d been going to this school for the past three years, your circle was small and it had nothing to do with fraternities. It wasn’t until Wanda, Alpha Phi extraordinaire, replied to your roommate posting that you were finally exposed to the wonderful world of Greek life. And thus, exposed to the real ‘Bucky from Brooklyn’ that you just about fell in love with on your study abroad program last summer.

And what a summer that had been.

You could still taste the wisps of sunshine and citrus when you thought about it—still feel the warm breeze that flitted through linen and caressed under clothes on sandy beaches. You could still feel Bucky’s touch as he held you, live music on the street flowing through swaying bodies and lighting up cobblestone roads. And you could still remember the way he sounded when he told you he might love you if you were anywhere else, the words a reminder that a summer fling was just that—a fling.

The words were necessary though; they helped you come to terms with the fact that you would never see Bucky again. Until tonight, his arm wrapped around another girl the same way he had held you, his lips nearly always touching the rim of his red solo cup.

He hadn’t even reacted when you locked eyes.

Which simply affirmed the thoughts that lingered in the back of your mind the second you saw him by the beer pong table: Bucky Barnes would never have given you a second glance if you met under any other circumstances. If you met in a lecture hall, he would have asked you for homework and ghosted you right after. If you bumped into him on campus, he would have cursed you out for spilling his coffee. If you had tried to get into this party without Wanda, you would have been turned away at the door.

But with the backdrop of the Italian countryside, Bucky Barnes had fallen into the illusion that your sweaters and your early nights were somehow desirable. Well—a frat party was certainly not the Italian countryside, and Bucky was certainly not looking at you the same way he had a few weeks ago.

“Hey, bitch!” Wanda slurred, a boisterous arm thrown over your shoulders. “You look so… stiff. I think we gotta fix that!” she sang out. Her cup pressed to your lips. “Drink! I promise I’ll buy you breakfast in the morning.”

The smile you offered her was more of a grimace, but she was too drunk to notice as you pushed the cup away. “I’m already drunk,” you lied, yelling over the music.

“Whose trunk?”

“No, I said I’m already drunk.”

She giggled, gripping your chin in her hand and pressing your cheeks together. “You’re so cute. Like a little baby.” And then she was gone, lost in the crowd and living for it.

You could feel his eyes on you again. You were leaned against the far wall of the living room and probably looked as miserable as you felt, and he wouldn’t stop stealing glances. Which just made it worse because why wouldn’t he just come and talk to you.

Silly question. You knew why.

Wanda had given you the rundown of the Sigma Epsilon guys on the uber ride over. None of them stood out until she mentioned Bucky, and then your heart fractured a little because Bucky couldn’t be that common of a name.

“Bucky Barnes,” she had said, eyes wide and accusing, even when he wasn’t there to defend himself. “Stay away from that one. Literally the biggest jerk I’ve ever met. Can’t keep a girlfriend and doesn’t want to keep a girlfriend. He’s made like all of friends cry. And that’s after he’s slept with them of course.”

But he had kept a girlfriend. You. Last summer. And he had made you feel a type of serenity you thought didn’t exist; he touched you as if you were precious and he looked at you as if you held the world.

And now, he was acting like you were just another stranger at a party.

You dropped your gaze down to the amber liquid rolling around in your dented cup. You had one arm crossed around your middle and the other one creating the distraction—Bucky would send you a look from over the rim of his cup, you would pretend the alcohol spinning in circles was the most interesting thing in the room.

This was stupid. You should just leave, but you didn’t want to abandon Wanda. She was a lot to handle, but she was a good friend and she was trying really hard to help you put yourself out there—something you admitted you were trying to do this school year.

It was just unfortunate that the first frat party you went to was a glaring reminder of your epic, summer romance. And not in a good way.

You pushed yourself off of the wall and set out to find your roommate. You’d tell her what was going on and she would be more than understanding; she was the one warning you to stay away from Bucky in the first place. She probably wouldn’t comprehend a single word that came out of your mouth right now, but you’d have the conversation again over brunch.

Shoulders and elbows pressed you into the crowd, the music blaring and disorienting as you peaked over heads to find Wanda. People stepped on your shoes and brushed against your back until you finally broke free of them and found yourself at the base of the stairs—the epicenter of making out, apparently.

You weren’t sure if these people all knew each other or if they partnered up based on their intoxication level, but you knew you wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. But as there was a chance Wanda had gone upstairs, you gripped the handrail and tried to sidestep the couple on the first step.

You didn’t make it far; a firm hand on your bicep had you yanked back down before you could even find the stability to take another step. Your back found a biting pain in the wall you were slammed against and the breath on your neck was jarring and unwanted.

“You’re new,” the breath puffed out. “I saw you come in with that Aphi girl. You wanna tell me where you’ve been all these years?”

You pushed against the man, forearms jutting out at his chest. “Get off of me.”

“Aw, where’s the fun in that? You come to a frat party and you don’t even wanna make a few friends?”

“I said get off,” you grunted. Your arms were now adorned with his fingers as he wrapped them around you; your back was pressed further into the wall. “Seriously, I’m not interested. Leave me alone.”

He laughed, the scent of alcohol burning your nose. “I like a challenge.”

You were a second away from raising your knee up to make a quick getaway, when the frat guy towering over you was thrown to the ground. He stumbled, shoulder forced harshly into hardwood until his stupid, screen printed t-shirt was flat against the ground. His cup went flying shortly after, the clear liquid soaking into his jeans.

“You really think you’re hot shit, don’t you, Todd?”

You didn’t think you’d ever hear that voice again—the one with the raspy edge and the boyish charm that made your chest feel tight. The voice that told you you were beautiful under the twinkling lights at that winery you got too drunk at. The whisper that held a weight you weren’t prepared to carry, lips pressed close to your ear until the pressure was purposeful.

“Get the fuck up, man. I’m not playing around.” The voice was more harsh than you remembered it to be; it was cruel and uninviting and it wasn’t there for your comfort. “Yeah, stand up and get out.”

Bucky.

When you were finally able to tear your gaze away from the struggling form on the ground, it was Bucky that stood there, seething and tense. The man behind the voice.

“What the hell is your problem, Bucky?” Todd, you figured, grumbled. His hand was pressed up against his nose, the bruise already forming from its smack against the ground.

Bucky’s jaw ticked. He hadn’t looked at you yet. “You’re my problem. Get out before I call Steve over and tell him what you were doing.”

“Really? Steve? What, you gotta crush on this chick or somethin’? Since when did you become Mr. Moral Compass?”

A chair shuffled against cheap carpet. A cabinet in the kitchen creaked. Removing your eyes from the side of Bucky’s face, you noticed that most of the room—if not all—was transfixed on the scene by the stairs.

Bucky wasn’t aware yet, too angry and zeroed in on the man hobbling up from the floor. You didn’t even think he’d noticed that his drink was on the ground, liquid filling in wooden crevices. He only snapped his eyes up when a small sound escaped the back of your throat; he looked around and took in the scene—the attention.

“She your girl, Barnes?”

A beat, and then, “‘Course she’s not my girl. The hell are you going on about?”

It shouldn’t hurt this much. You hadn’t even expected to get within ten feet of Bucky at this party, so it shouldn’t hurt that he wouldn’t look at you and that he spit those words out with such disgust. But your chest burned at the fire in his tone, the way his lips formed the sentiment creating an uncomfortable heat that would take years to tame.

Because those lips had been on you. They had kissed the warmth from your cheeks by the window of the too-small hotel room in Venice. They pressed to yours in a sticky mess of gelato and giggles on a beach you forgot the name of. Those lips that acted as if they didn’t know you had worshiped you on foreign sheets and in between back alley walls. They made promises lost between breaths that you would only find again when you were old and gray, like whispers thrown down a tunnel of memories.

So yeah—it hurt.

“Then why’re you on my ass about her?”

You had almost forgotten that you were there; so lost in the memory of the Bucky you had known, you had removed yourself from the one standing directly in front of you. He had shifted in your dissociation, blocking you from Todd’s view and causing you to blink at his back.

You watched his shoulders tense as he replied, “I’m not on your ass about anything other than us getting suspended. You go around flinging yourself at chicks and we’re gonna get reported.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Todd laughed, slumping against the far wall with a drunken smile. “You’ve never been pissed about that shit. You just don’t wanna admit that the great Bucky Barnes is finally whipped.”

“I’m not into her. I don’t even know her.”

“So it’d be cool if I took her upstairs then? Asked her what was under that pretty sweater?”

“You better stop fucking talking,” Bucky spit out, hand twitching in a way that made you suck in a breath. You held it there, letting the pressure build as Bucky ran the hand down his face and shot out, “Just get out. I’m not gonna ask again.”

“That didn’t really seem like an answer—”

Bucky cut him off with a grunt. “Yeah, Todd, go ahead and take her upstairs. But do it when we're not throwing the biggest party of the year. I have no idea who this chick is and I don’t really give a damn what you two do, but I do care about the frat, got it?” You released the breath with shaky lungs, lip quivering unwillingly. “Just good fucking luck getting anywhere near her when she’s dressed like that.”

The dam broke.

Everyone that was watching the scene before grew disinterested as the tears made an appearance in your waterline; no one wants to watch a drunk girl cry, even if you weren’t actually drunk. That, and apparently Bucky had reached his ‘asshole quota’ and they were all satisfied by his response. Bucky would never like a girl like you anyway. That much was painfully obvious.

In an attempt to save yourself from any more embarrassment, you slid against the wall and made a beeline for the front door. Bucky caught your wrist before you could even get a foot away, and you were just about over people grabbing you tonight.

You wrenched yourself from his grip. “Don’t touch me. And get the fuck away from me.”

“Y/n—” he began, but the sound curdled in your veins.

“Thought you didn’t know me,” you seethed, cheeks glistening under the red lights of the room. “Thought I was just some prude threatening your party.”

“It’s not like that—where are you even going?”

“Home,” you simply replied, your shoulder harshly pressing into his chest as you brushed past him.

“You shouldn’t drive. You’ve been—”

“I don’t really think you get a say in anything I do.”

“Will you stop cutting me off? Just hang on and lemme—”

You found yourself in his grip for the second time that night, his arm wrapped around your stomach, his strength raising you off of the ground just enough to not let you walk on your own. You pushed at his forearm in a futile attempt to press away from him, but you’d been in this position before and knew you were stuck. He’d done it at that museum you refused to leave last month, a teasing remark about wanting you in bed lingering in your hair.

Now, he was lifting you off of the ground to maneuver you through a crowded, sweaty party. And people saw. You knew it, he knew it, and yet, he didn’t stop until he reached the front door and politely asked the girl leaning against it to please move out of the way. She threw you an odd look and then threw another one at Bucky, but Bucky only offered her a charming smile.

She would definitely be telling her friends about this.

The door creaked and the tears on your face stung with the frigid temperature outside and you began kicking your legs because being outside meant more chances to get away from Bucky. He held you firmly to his chest with ease anyway, only grunting a little when one of your kicks connected with his shin.

“Let me go,” you struggled. “I was trying to leave, anyway. You didn’t need to throw me out of your stupid party.”

Bucky paused, letting your feet finally meet the grass by the oak tree in the lawn. “Throw you out? I wasn’t tryna throw you out, sweetheart. I’ve been tryna talk to you all night.”

You whipped around in his arms, pushing against his chest until your back audibly met bark. “What are you talking about—’trying to talk to me all night’. Is that what you call pretending that I don’t exist and then humiliating me in front of all those people?”

“I’ve been looking at you all night! Every time I tried to get you to go upstairs you looked back down at your damned cup. Every time.”

You couldn’t believe his idiocy. It was as if coming back home had sucked all of the common sense from his body, as if just living in this frat house made his IQ drop.

“And, please tell me Bucky, why would I want to go anywhere with you when you had some girl hanging off of you all night? After you haven’t called me a single time since we got back home?” you posed, head cocked to the side in a cruel sort of anger.

Bucky scoffed. “You’re the one that broke up with me. Remember that?”

You blinked, hard. Words escaped you, throat dry and mouth agape. “No, I didn’t.”

A long pause.

“What?”

“I didn’t break up with you. I called you. Multiple times since I got back to campus.”

“No, you did,” Bucky whispered, like it burned his tongue. “You did. Because I never would’ve—I mean, I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

You bit into the skin of your bottom lip, your dried tears a sour taste in your mouth. Of course you hadn’t broken up with Bucky. You left the program early for family reasons, but you never broke up with Bucky. He was the one that ignored your calls—the one that practically cemented the end of your relationship with his parting words.

“I wish we would’ve met another way.”

Because meeting you in Italy made you a different person, apparently.

“I’m aware,” you countered, the sarcasm not quite as prevalent as you had hoped. “Look, Bucky, I get it, okay? You’re some big man on campus with a frat and a reputation and I just don’t fit into that. I didn’t mean to encroach on your space or whatever. I’ve never even been to a frat before this one and I can promise you, I won’t be back. So I’ll leave and you can go in there and tell all your friends about the crazy chick that wouldn’t put out and keep on pretending that I don’t exist.”

Bucky didn’t move an inch, feet rooted in the unkempt grass of the lawn. The song changed inside, something much louder, more bass. You spared him a glance from the corner of your eye, and were met with the posture of a broken man. Not what you were expecting. You uncrossed your arms.

“I didn’t get any calls. I checked as soon as you got back to the states. Every day, actually,” he admitted.

“Well—” you began, lost in the awkwardness of the night air. “I called you. Not that it matters. You’ve made your opinion of me quite clear. I’m not really sure why we’re dragging this out.”

“Because I miss you,” he said, clearer than anything else tonight. “Because I thought you broke up with me and I didn’t want those guys in there to know who you were when you weren’t already mine.”

“I was yours.”

Bucky lost his breath behind an anguished shake of his head. “You still are. Always gonna be.”

You pushed yourself up from the tree, facing Bucky head on for the first time since Italy. “I’m not sure what happened after I went home—what… assumptions and decisions you made. But I’m not going to be a secret you keep for your reputation. This guy—” you raised your hands, tracking over his body “—this Bucky that’s already danced with three girls since I got here and acted like he didn’t know me? He’s not the same one that I met over the summer.

“This Bucky is going to ask me to sneak up the stairs so no one sees me just so we can hook up in his bedroom. He’s not the one that knocked on my door every morning for a week straight just so I’d talk to him. And it’s fine. It was a summer fling, right? But this isn’t the life I want. There’s a reason I’ve avoided these things for so long.”

“What are ‘these things’?” He spoke with an uncomfortable rasp to his voice, like somehow you were the one that was hurting him.

“You. This party. All of it. I’m not really interested in a constant back and forth relationship where you tell me you love me and then blow me off the next day.”

“I didn’t get any of your calls,” he repeated. “Must’ve dropped since they were international.”

“I heard you the first time.”

“No—you didn’t. I didn’t get any of your calls and I miss you. I thought you broke up with me.”

Bucky took a step forward, and then another, until he was close enough that you could feel the warmth emanating from his body. He still smelled like how you remembered—like bergamot and a hint of citrus. No alcohol. You flickered your eyes up to his in confusion and desperate for something, maybe comfort, and were met with an intense gaze that sent you nerve endings into a frenzy.

And it clicked. He looked at you like that back then—last month. Like he wanted to kiss you so bad that he ached for it. Like you were an answer to something he didn’t even know he was questioning, a home in a place so far from everything he had known. And you weren’t in Italy this time; Bucky was looking at you like this at home, and he still smelled the same.

“But you said—I don’t understand, because you said…”

Bucky finally touched you in a way you remembered, delicately tipping your face up with his finger curled under your chin. “What did I say?” he asked, low and adoring, willing to give you anything. “Because, sweetheart, whatever it was, I can promise you I didn’t mean it like that. You’re all I’ve thought about since you sat next to me on our flight back in May. Can’t get you outta my head.”

“When I was leaving you said you wished you met me in a different way. Like you—like you didn’t want me once we got back here. And I thought I was looking into it wrong but then you didn’t answer the phone so I knew I was right.” You let the words tumble from your lips when you promised you never would, but Bucky was looking at you like he used to, and you couldn't seem to help yourself.

Bucky’s fingers traced your jaw, moving softly against your skin before trailing up to get lost in your hair. He cupped your cheek in his palm, relishing in the feel of you, committing the act to memory. He tutted to himself, furrowing his brows with a shake of his head.

“I meant that I wish I’d met you sooner, like at school. I’m a business major, sweetheart—terrible with words.”

You almost laughed. “But you never called me.”

His thumb brushed against dried tears. “I was waiting for your call. I don’t know if you know this, but you’re kinda too good for me. Thought you might’ve figured that out once you got back home.”

“But then inside—” you continued, almost gasping for breath when Bucky’s other hand came up to fully encase your features. You weren’t even sure if he was listening to you, his eyes soft as he took you in, as if you were the most important thing he’s held in his hands. “—inside you told all those people you didn’t know me. You were cruel and everyone was looking at me like I was pathetic.”

“I know, sweetheart, I’m sorry,” he shushed, head dipped down to reach your eyes. “I never woulda done that if I’d known you were still mine. I was just trying to get that asshole away from you.”

You shook your head, still unconvinced. “I told you I’m not going to be a secret. You already announced that you want nothing to do with me so I’m not really sure about this—”

Bucky pulled away and tugged at your wrist in one fluid movement, yanking you over the roots of the oak tree until you were securely in front of him. He propelled you forward despite your protests, hands on your waist in a fond grip that sent a comfortable shiver down your spine.

He reached over your shoulder and flung the front door open, pushing you back into the mass of bodies and alcohol until you were in a more open area. His hands never left your waist as he glanced around the room, and you were suddenly very afraid that Bucky planned on fixing his mistake now. In the middle of this party.

“Bucky,” you hissed, already sensing eyes on you. “Bucky, this is not what I meant.”

“I got this, sweetheart. Don’t even worry about it,” he spoke by your ear, determination and a smile trickling past bumping music.

“I wasn’t worried. I think an apology and a few days of groveling would—”

“Hey! Todd!”

If the party wasn’t already boiling, the warmth seeping into your cheeks would have been enough to fight off any leftover chill from the fall air outside. Todd whipped around with wide eyes, clearly afraid that his assault from earlier wasn’t finished. And in a way, it wasn’t.

Bucky tugged your back closer to his chest, shouting over your head until the group by the kitchen was looking as well. “This is my girl, got it? So you stay the fuck away from her or I’ll beat your ass next time.”

Todd’s eyes shot down to you before flitting back up to Bucky in a fearful kind of frenzy. He was obviously just teasing before, but the fact that he had actually messed with his fraternity president’s girl made him visibly pale; they had just stopped hazing him as a pledge.

“Okay, man. My bad.” He looked like he might throw up.

“Good,” Bucky affirmed, and he didn’t even acknowledge the other eyes around the room—the ones accompanied by raised brows and open mouths.

He simply turned you around in his hands, dropped his forehead to yours, and kissed you.

As if it were summer.

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crispychrissy · 2 years

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Extra Spicy

Summary: A decision made by Bucky has some unexpected repercussions, but thankfully his Omega is there to take care of him. Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader Word Count: 4407 Warnings: Steve is stressed because Bucky is being Bucky, very minor angst, casual mention of throwing up (nothing graphic), fluff, ABO dynamics and the things that come with it, smut, rough-ish sex, knotting, Bucky is full-on Alpha mode, fluff A/N: This story was originally an SPN fic I wrote ages ago of the same name, but I've changed it to the MCU and rewritten about 95% of it to improve on a lot of things the original story was lacking. I'm experiencing a lot of writers block and stress and I stayed up until 5am on a weeknight to write this. I'm dead inside, but hey! I can still write dirty, filthy porn. Yay! It's also my first ABO fic set in the MCU, so double yay! This was beta’d by the lovelies @abbessolute and @idjitmonkey who both thoroughly enjoyed the ride.

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“A smart man learns from his mistakes. A wise man learns from everyone else's.”

The disapproval in Steve’s voice had your eyes sliding from Bucky to meet the gaze of the Captain’s. He only stared at you helplessly, silently begging you to stop what was about to happen. The tension in the air was so thick, you kept having to remind yourself to breathe through your mouth as the plethora of scents in the air continued to assault your sensitive nose. When Steve glanced back at Bucky, you could only watch from the sidelines as the two super soldiers had a silent conversation through minute facial expressions.

“I gotta do this, Steve,” Bucky said, tightening his metal fingers around the hilt of the knife he had fisted in his hand.

“Come on, man. Think about your past, you know you’re gonna regret it,” Steve warned, crossing his arms across his chest and giving Bucky his best “disapproving Cap” face.

Bucky had made up his mind long before Steve interjected—you’ve known him long enough to tell—so when he tilted his head back and let out an odd warrior cry of a shout to psych himself up, you pressed your lips together to try and hide your smile. With enthusiasm rivaling the nights he got lucky, Bucky dug into the plate of extra spicy ghost pepper chicken tenders. He cut one of the two pieces in half before stabbing it with his fork and quickly shoving it into his mouth.

At least he was using utensils this time and wouldn’t need you to help him remove gobs of hot sauce from between the plates in his metal hand like you ended up having to do six months ago. Bucky’s shout of pain when he tried to jerk off in the bathroom that night without properly cleaning his metal hand after eating hot wings wasn’t something you’d soon forget… or soon let him forget.

Steve rolled his eyes before rubbing his forehead, and you glanced at the dozen or so photos scattered across the wall above his head which showed the customers that had completed the restaurant’s Ghost Pepper Challenge. Almost every single photo on the wall had captured challenge winners in varying stages of pain and discomfort, and you wondered if they actually felt like they won anything at all. Their sweat-drenched red faces were worrisome since at least half of them appeared to be seconds from passing out when the photo was taken.

Steve was right, Bucky definitely could have learned from the obviously painful mistakes made by those in the photos, but it appeared stubbornness was the one personality trait that had remained constant ever since the thirties when he was a teenager and boxing above his weight for extra cash on Friday nights. Hydra may have tried to brainwash the stubbornness out of him, but they only succeeded in redirecting it to his mission directives… until another stubborn asshole named Steve Rogers helped him remember by letting Bucky beat his face in.

A soft whimper of concern bubbled in your throat when you caught sight of the trembling in Bucky’s flesh hand as he picked up the second half of the first chicken tender and stuffed it into his mouth. He was absolutely headed for the same result as the people in those pictures, but he was halfway done and wouldn’t throw in the towel now.

Bucky coughed, dry-heaved, and then wheezed, gratefully accepting the napkin you passed him when his nose started to run. “One down,” he gasped, slamming his right fist down on the table soft enough to not break it, “one to… go.”

“Yeah, I can’t watch this. I’m gonna go back to the hotel and look over the files on our target’s known associates that Hill dropped off earlier,” Steve said, pushing his empty plate toward the middle of the table before he stood from his chair and grabbed his jacket. As he slipped his arms through the sleeves, he looked down at you. “Buck’s gonna be messed up for a while, spicy foods never sat well with him when we were growing up, and since the serum doesn’t change your taste buds…” Steve shook his head at Bucky’s splotchy and sweaty face before he shot you a look. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Punk,” Bucky rasped before placing another piece of chicken in his mouth, which immediately made him start coughing and gasping for breath as he chewed. Despite the fire in his mouth, he still managed to raise a metal middle finger at Steve.

“Bucky,” you admonished in a sigh as you patted him on the back before smiling up at Steve. “I knew that when I bonded with him, Steve. Whether it’s a bad rut or spicy chicken, I’ll always be there.”

Steve exhaled quickly out of his nose in amusement, watching his best friend writhe in pain, and tapped the end of the table with two fingers. “You two are perfect for each other. Good luck.”

“See yah later, Steve,” you laughed, and once the door closed behind him as he disappeared out of the front of the restaurant, you turned to face Bucky. “So, how are you feeling?”

Bucky looked at you as lovingly as he could through watering eyes and a face as red as the first time you talked dirty to him during a heat. He smiled at you through the pain. “Almost…”

There was only one piece of chicken left, the final half of the second tender, and you could see employees and customers alike watching with expressions ranging from amused to horrified as Bucky scooped it up and shoved it into his mouth with a grunt. He chewed fast, swallowing with a soft whimper, before raising his hands above his head in triumph.

“Victory!”

You squeezed his thigh as the restaurant staff started heading toward your table with a camera and flimsy paper certificate, and tried to keep the amusement from your voice. “You are so gonna regret this.”

***

“I regret everything,” Bucky whined from behind the bathroom door. “It burned more coming up than it did going down.”

“Well, yeah, of course it did. Instead of just the ghost pepper sauce, you also have your stomach acid joining the regurgitation party.” You locked your phone and tossed it on the bed next to you before tucking your hands behind your head. “Make sure you brush your teeth, baby.”

“I know, ‘mega,” Bucky cooed, and you heard the toilet flush before the water turned on. You heard him wash his hands before the low buzz of his electric toothbrush filled the air.

According to Steve, Bucky has always been clingy and grumpy when he didn’t feel well, so the Captain had quickly gathered his laptop and mission files the moment you returned with a whiny Bucky in tow, telling you he would be back in a few hours. You didn’t blame him for fleeing, though, since Bucky’s stomach pain was causing his normal musky Alpha scent to have a bitterly sour bite to it due to his distress, and the change in his best friend’s scent made Steve distressed, as well.

After flipping over to lay on your stomach with your head pillowed on your folded arms, you were just getting comfortable when the bathroom door opened and Bucky emerged, rubbing his stomach through the thin t-shirt he was wearing.

“That sucked,” he murmured.

You frowned in sympathy and waved him over to you. “Well, at least you waited to puke until we got back. Apparently if you upchuck while you’re still at the restaurant, it doesn’t count as completing the challenge because you didn’t keep it down.”

Bucky grimaced, shuffling across the hotel room towards you. “I don’t wanna know how many people finished ‘em but ended up being disqualified for puking.” He burped, winced, and shivered. “Ugh, those tenders were no joke.”

There was something making your nose twitch, aside from the bitterness of distress in Bucky’s scent, and you sniffed the air around him delicately a few seconds after he plopped down on the end of the bed. “Y’know, your scent… it’s got this weird spicy undertone now.”

“Yeah?” Bucky looked at you over his shoulder and smiled, taking his time to admire the curve of your ass and how soft you looked nestled in his bed. “Do ya like it?”

A soft hum of thought rumbled from your chest as you inhaled. “It’s… not offensive, but it’s a strange accompaniment to the normal spicy undertone of cinnamon in your scent. It’s almost like… too much spice.” You shrugged and rolled over onto your back, smirking when you found him staring at you hungrily. “My guess is that it’s similar to how eating a lot of garlic makes your sweat smell like garlic because of the intensity of the aroma. It’ll probably go away after you shower.”

“So you’re saying I’m,” Bucky’s lip curled into a wicked smirk, “extra spicy?”

Whatever sarcastic reply you were about to quip back at him was replaced by a squeal when Bucky twisted his body, leapt forward, and pounced on you, pinning you to the bed as he nibbled and kissed along the smooth skin of your neck. Bucky would sometimes get into these intense yet playful moods during and after your missions when he needed to make sure you were safe, and you were more than happy to play along, squirming and giggling as he let his more dominant and wild Alpha side out to play.

“Mmm, Omega,” Bucky rumbled into the skin of your neck before lightly nipping at the scar from your mating bite. “Want you.”

The softness of Bucky’s hair tickled your skin as you ran your fingers through his locks, stopping to scratch his scalp once in a while and enjoying the rumbled purr of complete bliss you received from him in response. “You have me, Buck.”

Bucky smiled against your collarbone before leaning back to trail his hands down to the bottom hem of your shirt. He looked up at you through his lashes as he tugged on your shirt like a playful puppy trying to get your attention, and you smiled as you leaned up to assist him in pulling it up and over your head. Bucky’s shirt and pants as well as your jeans and your bra are quickly added to the pile of discarded clothing on the floor next to the bed, leaving both of you in just your underwear.

In a move that would be impossible for someone without fight and stealth training, Bucky had you pinned down so he was hovering over you, his feet positioned on the inside of your knees to hold your legs open. Based on where his legs were, it seemed to be some kind of modified version of a leg lock, but instead of keeping your legs together to stop someone from kicking out like the normal move does, he was keeping your legs open while still pinning them down so you couldn’t move. The cool of his metal hand made you shiver as he began pawing at your breast, while the other wiggled into your panties to stroke your slick folds.

All of your senses were being overwhelmed by everything Bucky, but when you took a deep breath, you realized the extra spice you’d smelled earlier had shifted from overbearing to more of a sweet kind of heat, complementing the mix of your scents in the air. Bucky’s warm fingertip slid up between the lips of your pussy and gently circled your clit, making you whimper and moan as goosebumps cascaded over your skin. As the sensations caused by his touch grew in intensity, your body went limp under his and your legs fell further open on their own accord, the sight of you spread open drawing a deep animalistic growl of satisfaction from Bucky.

“You’re practically dripping, doll, so slick and warm,” he whispered between affectionate yet possessive kisses to your lips, jaw, and neck. “Gonna knot you, baby. Need ta feel this tight pussy around my cock.”

“Bucky!” you gasped as he increased the pressure against your clit, rubbing and flicking your hard bud with dexterous fingers. The pleasure rocketing through your body made your hands shake, causing you to fumble slightly when you reached up to slide your hands past the elastic of Bucky’s boxer briefs and wrapped your fingers around the hard, thick warmth of his shaft. He hissed at the contact and growled when you gave him a long, slow stroke from the sensitive ridge at the base of his cock all the way up to the leaking tip.

“Fuck, Omega!” Bucky jerked his hips forward, chasing your touch when you pulled your hand away. “Doll, I… need… gotta see… nghhh.”

Sometimes, when Bucky reached the point of pleasure where his eyes were permanently half-lidded and his hands were constantly touching or caressing you, his words didn't flow as eloquently as they usually did. It was almost as if his brain reverted back to a primal Alpha state, where he could only communicate with grunted noises and gestures. Luckily, you and Bucky had been mated for well over a year, so you knew exactly what he wanted.

Shimmying out of your panties took some extra effort on your part since Bucky didn’t seem to want to break contact with your skin long enough to help. Instead, he appeared to be perfectly content to sit back on his haunches to watch you slide the cotton fabric down your legs. Once they were dangling from your foot, you bent your knees and spread your legs, the obscene display exposing your slick-glistening folds to his gaze.

Bucky’s nostrils flared and his eyes fluttered shut as the intoxicating scent of your slick sent fire surging through his veins to pool in his loins. His cock twitched in anticipation and he grunted his approval, pushing down the front of his underwear just enough to expose himself, leaving the rest of the fabric bunched around the top of his thighs. Bucky’s cock was rock hard, long and thick like always, and he gave himself a slow stroke from root to tip, causing you to whimper and him to puff his chest out at your reaction to his cock. The dark red ridge of his knot at the base of his cock was slightly swollen, and the bead of precome at the tip twinkled at you in invitation. As much as you wanted to lean forward and lick it off to savor the taste of him, you relaxed back on the pillow, waiting for Bucky to make the first move so you could follow.

When he didn’t immediately pin you down and slam himself inside you like usual, you tilted your head, raising a questioning brow as his lust-darkened cobalt eyes danced over every inch of your exposed skin. Bucky’s jaw clenched and he narrowed his eyes, and you nodded when it finally hit you.

“Yes, Alpha,” you mewled, waiting until he moved back just far enough to give you room to lift yourself up and turn over. Once you settled, you were on your stomach, ass high in the air, with your hands folded under your head, the slick dripping from your pussy on full display for him. Bucky’s growl of approval made your inner Omega preen and you teasingly wiggled your hips in invitation.

Bucky shuffled closer on his knees until he was right behind you, and you shivered when the cool metal of his palm gently traced the curve of your back down to your ass, giving your flesh a firm squeeze before he spread your slick cunt open with two fingers. Despite the warm scent of spice in the air, the hotel room was somewhat chilly, so you whined quietly as it cooled the exposed slick between your legs and made goosebumps appear all over your body.

Fortunately, the cold sensation was quickly replaced by the familiar heat of Bucky’s cock sliding between your folds to gather your slick, and you nearly wept in pleasure when the thick head of his cock pushed forward and slipped inside your entrance. The amount of slick dripping from your hole allowed him to slide all the way in, the stretch only causing you mild discomfort. The wanton moan that spilled from your lips echoed in the hotel room when his hips finally rested flush against your ass, leaving his cock practically throbbing with need when he was buried to the hilt inside you.

“Take me… so damn well, doll,” Bucky murmured through a throaty growl, his brain struggling to form coherent sentences. “So tight… all… for me.” He grunted a choked off noise when the temperature difference between his metal and flesh hand as they gripped your hips made your pussy clench around him in excitement.

Bucky inhaled sharply when the warmth of your sheath disappeared as he guided your hips away until just the tip of his cock was resting inside you. The metal plates in his arm whirred, the only warning you got before his fingers tightened again and he pushed forward, slowly feeding your greedy pussy every inch of his slick shined cock, no doubt savoring the sight of it disappearing inside you.

“Need…” Bucky rumbled out a deep half-growl, half-moan as the movement of his hips leveled off into a steady rhythm. Well, steady until the downright filthy slapping sound of skin meeting skin seemed to drive him wild with lust, making him increase his speed to take you at a nearly unhuman pace. “Mine,” he snarled, his breath coming out in a harsh staccato that matched each thrust of his hips.

“Yours,” you answered, even though it wasn’t a question. Bucky belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him despite the raw, possessive Alpha currently in the driver's seat of his brain. “So good, Alpha, so big!”

Bucky’s fingers twitch and tighten around your hips, and you moan at the mental image of those ten long bruises on your skin, each one reminding you of this moment for days. Finally losing the battle to keep your eyes open through pleasure-heavy eyelids, you stretched your arms out in front of you and fisted your hands in the soft satin sheets to ground yourself as Bucky slammed into you with rough, deliberate movements. When his cock twitched and throbbed inside you, the thick vein along the top of his shaft rubbed deliciously against your sweet spot, making you see stars. All of the muscles in your body tensed for a moment before relaxing entirely when your orgasm slammed into you. The waves of mind-numbing sexual euphoria crashing over you had you screaming Bucky’s name and title as trembled. A low, triumphant rumble vibrated through Bucky’s chest, his skill as your mate evident by your moans of satisfaction, his slick orgasm-soaked balls, and your body’s submission to him. It greatly pleased the Alpha deep inside him that had risen to the surface.

The moans, whimpers, and gasps tumbling from your lips as you tumbled from one climax into another seemed to spur him on, and you let out a shocked “oh!” when Bucky’s metal arm wrapped around your chest and you were jerked upright and held in place, your back pressed firmly to his chest. His pace never faltered, and you could feel his breath coming out in animalistic pants against the back of your neck where his nose was pressed, allowing the hidden fire of your delectably alluring scent to surround him.

“Gon’ come,” Bucky warned through gritted teeth, the punishing rhythm of his hips beginning to falter. He flicked his tongue out and licked the sweat from your skin, moaning at the taste.

“Fuck! Need your knot, baby! Please… James.” Drunk on pleasure, you were mindlessly babbling and the use of his first name caught him off guard. A particularly hard thrust of his hips served as a reprimand and reminder of who was in charge, sending you reeling as you corrected yourself. “Alpha, please! Knot me!”

The light scraping of Bucky’s teeth over the scar that remained from when you had first bonded together sent you sobbing in pleasure and spiraling into another orgasm, one which had you slumping forward to press your face into the mattress. The hoarse shout of a scream that tore from your lips had you bucking your hips against him wildly, trying to draw out every last bit of pleasure possible. Bucky gasped, struck completely still, his knot beginning to swell at the sight of his cock disappearing inside your spasming pussy as you frantically slammed yourself back onto him. With his orgasm swiftly approaching, his enthusiasm matched yours when he firmly grabbed both of your hips and pulled hard, spearing you on his cock and forcing the entire girth of his knot into your pussy with a feral shout, one you echoed with equal fervor.

“Fuuuuuck!” Bucky shakily dragged out the word with a moan as his cock continued to pulse and fill you over and over, the little jerks of his hips heightening his pleasure when his knot tugged at your entrance.

At this point you were nearly delirious with the ecstasy you were feeling, but the warmth of his seed in your belly made your entire being clench, sending another small—but in no way less gratifying—orgasm searing through your pleasure-ravaged body. Bucky nearly doubled over at the unexpected sensation of your pussy squeezing his knot, and he bent down to press himself against your back as he continued to kiss, nibble, and lick your mating scar as if it was as fresh as the day he put it there.

“Wow,” you sighed when you finally floated back down to your body, turning your head to the left so you could speak. “I am one-hundred percent certain I now know why the French call an orgasm ‘la petite mort’. Pretty sure I transcended into another plane of existence with those orgasms.”

Bucky rumbled out a soft chuckle as he nodded against your skin, trying to clear the post-orgasmic haze from his mind so he could regain control of his human limbs; his metal arm was rock solid where it was wrapped around your front to support your hips. “Yeah, that was pretty intense. I don’t think I’ve let myself go like that since the night I claimed you.” Using his flesh hand, he brushed the hair out of your face to make sure you were okay, then gently stroked his thumb along your cheek. “You ready to shift positions?”

Even though you felt like a boneless lethargic sloth, you nodded and smiled when Bucky leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. With the strength of a super soldier honed by practiced ease, Bucky scooped you close to him and moved so he was laying flat on his back before arranging so you ended up splayed out on his chest, your head tucked just below his chin, while you waited for his knot to go down.

When you felt his muscles tense under you, you opened a bleary eye and tilted your head to look up at him. “What?”

“Steve… he said he’d be back in a few hours. It’s been almost two and a half since we got back from the restaurant.” Bucky leaned up and frantically looked around before his eyes zeroed in on the bunched up comforter partially hanging off the bottom corner of the bed, likely pushed there during the course of your lovemaking. “Can you grab that?” he asked you, pointing a metal finger at the comforter. “I don’t think Steve’ll appreciate seeing us all… au naturale when he gets back,” a growl of residual possessiveness rumbled through Bucky’s chest as he tightened his hold on you, “and I definitely don’t want that fathead to see my girl naked. You’re all mine.”

“Well, seeing as how your knot is currently buried inside your mate, I think you can rest assured I’m not going anywhere, Buck,” you teased, flashing him a cheeky smile before nuzzling back into his chest to breathe in his comforting scent. The spicy smell had faded quite a bit, but you could still feel it tickle at your nose if you focused. When Bucky didn’t relax, you sighed. “When you called me ‘Mega’ while you were still in the bathroom, I could tell you were in a playful mood. I already told Steve you were probably gonna jump my bones and to wait until I gave him the all clear to come back.”

Bucky’s hand froze on your lower back where he’d been absentmindedly tracing random shapes on your skin with his fingertips. You were about to ask if he was okay when hysterical, full-body laughter burst from his lips, making your head bounce around on his chest. “Damn, am I that predictable?”

“Only when... you’re horny,” you said through a yawn and smile.

“Naughty girl.” Bucky lightly and playfully swatted your ass, then lifted his head to kiss your forehead before wiggling you a little bit when he saw your eyes flutter closed. “Don’t fall asleep yet, doll. I… uhhh, I came a lot, so we gotta get to the bathroom before my knot goes down or we’ll end up ruining the sheets.” You snorted a laugh at the hilarious picture your mind painted, and you could feel the peaceful smile on Bucky’s lips when he kissed your forehead. “I’m gonna carry you to the bathroom, alright?”

“‘Kay,” you agreed sleepily, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your ankles behind his back when he sat up and began to shuffle over to the side of the bed.

Bucky’s metal hand curled under your bottom as he stood up, your limbs wrapped securely around him despite your exhausted state. When you hissed and flinched at the cold metal pressed against your skin, he easily switched to supporting you with his flesh hand and made a mental note to contact the Wakandans to inquire about some kind of temperature regulation feature for his arm. “I love you, dollface. Let’s get cleaned up.”

“Love you too, Buck,” you murmured, nuzzling your face into his neck to savor the last vestiges of the extra spice in his scent as he carried you into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

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MARVEL

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Steve Rogers

One-Shots

Choose : Steve realizes he can’t let you go when you’re stuck in a safe house with him (dark!steve x reader)

Ball's In Your Court : Steve and Y/n have been playing games for years. But now that Rogers is acting like a little bitch, Y/n throws him a curve ball that will either make them or break them.

Pot of Gold : You went broke and bet your pussy.

Special Training : Steve takes special interest in your training (dark!Steve x Reader)

Nectar: Steve's waited a long time to have you again after the birth of your daughter. (soft!dark King Steve x Reader)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

The Airport Cliché : You make sure your love story has the necessary cliché to make it legit.

No One's Bitch: If Steve thought you'll bend to his will, he was dead wrong. This kitty has some claws (dark!Steve x Reader)

Bartered: You were his, despite wearing another man's ring on your hand. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Renewing Vows: Steve reminds you of your promises as his wife. (Dark!Steve x Reader)

Colour Me Red: Your boss is chasing you like the proverbial hound of hell, and one vibrant shade of red is going to be his undoing, and yours.

Midnight Adventures: He thinks you’re trying to escape him, even though he’d made it clear who you belong to. Though the truth is far more innocuous than that. (soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Lover's Quarrel: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

The Journey to Daddy: Five times you call Steve 'daddy', and one time he asks you to.

In Mind and Heart : When your former supersoldier lover shows up at your door a year later, the last thing you expect him to do is ask for another fuck. You let in him because of friendship, and he refused to let you go because of love. This was not how it was supposed to go. (Soft!dark Steve x Reader)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself. (Ft. Stucky x Reader)

Series

At His Alter: You fall in love with a man already belonging to someone else. (Priest!Steve)

Condemned To Him: It’s hard to love someone you were meant to hate. But Steve doesn’t care, and he will have your love no matter how much you deny it. (soft!dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After : Steve won't take no for an answer (dark!Steve x Reader)

Happily Ever After-2 : You are welcomed in your new life, as the bride of Steve Rogers (dark!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Post Traumatic Fuck Fest (Steve Rogers)

Please Hurt me (Mob!Steve Rogers)

Peeping Tom (Steve Rogers)

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Bucky Barnes

One-Shots

Madness, Thy name is Barnes: You and Bucky put on a show for the team

Night Ritual : You and Bucky have a night time ritual

Lovely Shade of Green : Jealousy is a very good look on your boyfriend

Fallen Together : Bucky and you spend a winter morning in each other's arms

Hide-And-Eat : Nothing stops Bucky when he's hungry for you.

Gluttony is a Sin : You and Bucky put a little something extra in your food and Sam learns Gluttony is a sin for a reason

Promised to Him : You return back to your town after years, hoping to start anew. But faces of the past reappear, set to fulfill promises you had made years ago. (dark!Biker!Bucky x Reader)

To the beat of sin : In the heat of music, you do something that makes Bucky mad. He reminds you of who you belong you, but you have a lesson for him too. (rockstar!Bucky x rockstar!reader)

The Second Coming: You were about to marry the love of your life. You were ready to be happy and determined to be a good wife. But then he returned. Your past came into your life to remind you that he would never let you go, and there is little you could do to stop him. (Royal AU) (dark!Bucky x Reader, ft. Peter Parker)

A Sack of Skin: You had thought burying him would have rid you of him. But he came back to haunt you in the worst way possible. (Dark! Ghost!Bucky x Reader, Possessed!Steve x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A love there is no cure for (WS Bucky)

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Steve x Reader x Bucky

One-Shots

Going Against Nature : Steve and Bucky would change the laws of nature if that’s what would take to make you theirs. or: Steve and Bucky don’t like it when you smell like Peter Parker. (dark!alpha!Steve x reader, dark!alpha!Bucky x reader) A/B/O

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Peter Parker)

Murder at the Whorehouse : When Sergeant Barnes assigns you a murder case at the brothel, you didn’t know you’d cross paths with Steve Rogers who was a bigger mystery than the case itself.

Series

•Master of His Own Fate: As far as Bucky knew, fate would not decide who you belong to. Very twisted dark soulmate AU. (dark!Bucky x Reader, dark!Steve x Reader)

Master of His Own Fate-2

•Their Surrogate : When Steve and Bucky ask you to be the surrogate mother for their child, you couldn’t say no. (dark!Steve x Reader, dark!Bucky x Reader)

Their Surrogate - 2 Their Surrogate-3 (completed)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Bound and Blindfolded (Stucky x Reader)

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Stephen Strange

Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Loki)

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Loki

Congruence : Stephen and Loki want you. You are confused. Wong is an angsty person. (featuring Stephen Strange)

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Tony Stark

Series

•My Little Girl: Prince Tony hunts you on the royal hunting trip (dark!Tony Stark x reader)

My Little Girl - 2: Prince Tony has taken you, but keeping you proves more difficult that he imagined. (dark!Tony Stark x reader, slight dark!Steve x reader)

My Little Girl-3

One-Shots

Their Poison : A billionaire, a sorcerer and a soldier walk into a bar. Their only poison of choice is you. (Dark!Steve x dark!Tony x dark!Stephen x reader)

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Peter Parker

Protected : How were you to know who's a monster, who's a savior when they all hide behind a mask (dark!Peter x reader)

Meet the Parents : You're daddies little girl and Peter wants to take you out (featuring Stucky)

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SamBucky

Parts of Whole: Steve would see his OTP's ship sail, even from across the grave (ft. Steve Rogers)

Sam Wilson

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Lucifer)

RANSOM DRYSDALE

One-Shots

One Day : Ransom meets sub!reader but she won’t kneel for him

Thirty One Days : Ransom and you are on a month-long challenge. Who will win and what are the stakes?

The Unreformed Rake: Ransom Drysdale is a notorious rake, but he seems to have taken a shine to you. When he plans to make you his, nothing would stand in his way. No is not a word he understands. (Soft!dark Ransom x Reader)

The Fated Mate: Ransom always knew he’d be your alpha. Despite you not presenting yet, he just knew you were meant to be his. No matter how much you ran, you always found him waiting for you at the end of the line. They said it was fated, and sometimes fate was a bitch. (A/B/O)

Sleeping Beauty: He waits for sleep to claim you, so that he can do the same later (dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) Kinktober Day 1

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Breeding Kink + Housewife Kink w/Ransom

ANDY BARBER

One-Shots

Golden Cage : You asked Andy to take your case and he asked for you to give yourself to him as payment. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

Trespassing : You trespass on forbidden land, catching the eye of the creature that dwells within. (dark!demon!Andy Barber x Reader)

No Judgements: An Omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned. (A/B/O)

His Responsibility : When you're pregnant and scared, Andy decides he will take the responsibility, whether you want it or not. (dark!Andy x reader)

A Man's World: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him. (soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader)

LEE BODECKER

One-Shots

Sweet Tooth : Sheriff, you and his sweet tooth

The Claiming of the Sheriff: You wanted him, he wanted you. But he was too honourable and you were too greedy. So you made the choice for both of you. (dadsbestfriend!Lee x soft!dark Reader)

Series

•Sell My Soul : You cut a deal with the Sheriff to save your brother (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul -2 : Your husbands finds a secret you’ve been keeping and he is not happy. (dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Sell My Soul - 3 : Last part to the series (soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader)

Drabbles Masterlist

SHERLOCK HOLMES

One-Shots

What's Your Escape : Sherlock could never resist a mystery, especially not one as deliciously wrapped as you (dark!Sherlock Holmes x reader)

Death by Pleasure : Death by Pleasure isn't a thing. Is it? (Dark!Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

A worthy throne (Sherlock Holmes)

CHRIS EVANS

One-Shots

Loving Dodger : Your journey of overcoming your fear of dogs to loving Dodger.

Muse Music : Chris plays for you

Chemical Romance: Chris won't have you running away from him. You're his. He owns your heart, and now he'll own all of you.

AUGUST WALKER

One-Shots

Compromise: Your surrender to him would ensure the safety of the world (dark!August Walker x Reader)

Prometheus: You disappoint August and must make up for it

Drabbles/Blurbs/Headcanons

Pluto is not a Planet (Hades! August Walker)

LUCIFER

To Sin in Love: You're forced to choose between the man who owns your heart and the one who owns your soul. (Ft. Sam Wilson)

JAKE JENSEN

At the Dinner Table: Request: How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?

Drabbles/Headcanons/Blurbs (Miscellaneous/Multi-characters and fandoms)

When you feel ugly and the boys won't have it (BB, SR, LB, TS, RD, LL, SH)

When Reader is tall and slim and not curvy (SR, BB, RD, LB, AB)

Dick Fingers (very weird ask)

Detention (Severus Snape hc)

Remedial Potions (dark! Severus Snape)

Does your mother know (Hook)

When Reader has anorexia and body image issues (BB, LB, LL)

BODY POSITIVITY CHALLENGE

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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 7 | February 7–February 13

Welcome to week 7 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #ktkvcbreadinglist, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

« Last Week

Week 8 »

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian, Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week:

The Actor and the Diplomat Playlist » Sofia and Sebastian fell hard, and they fell fast and irresistibly in love with one another with a few bumps along the way; here’s a playlist of their love.

The Sam Wilson Playlist » Sam is about to go on a mission, and he has a few songs that get him pumped up…

Bucky Barnes

(Mini) Series:

There’s a Wolf in My Heart by @river-soul » Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Reader — When you lose your virginity on a backpacking trip through Europe to an Alpha named James you never expect to see him again. James has other plans. He’s going to make the bond permanent, whether you want him to or not. [Noncon, explicit sex and ABO dynamics, 18+] First Part: You Are The Wilderness | This two-shot is so freaking good, the smut is so good. The first part you get the inkling, Bucky maybe a little dark, but the second part just proves it!

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader — Faced with blackmail and the loss of your beloved charity, you’re forced to marry the son of your mobster father’s friend, James Barnes, in order to keep the peace between the families. Little did you know, James had fallen in love with you at first sight. As he tries to woo his new wife, a new rival family comes into play, threatening all you’ve come to hold dear. | This story, this freaking story. You know it’s honestly The Winter Ghost ( @msmarvelwrites ) for me. Where it’s not leaving my brain and I can’t stop thinking about it for hours at a time. As the story comes to the end, I can’t help but hope what looks like Bucky and Reader are getting a happy ending truly do get it, because after all they have been through they deserve it. Kat thank you for this magnificent story.

Run To You (Ch.2) by @bestofbucky » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. | Reader still won’t take shit from Bucky, also won’t take any from Sam. I can’t wait to see where my friend takes this!

One-Shots:

*When I Find You, I’ll Find Me by @river-soul » Bucky Barnes x Reader — After a 4th of July party at your friend’s house unearths some insecurities on Bucky’s part he suggests you’d be better off without him. You show him just how wrong he is. [Fluff with a little angst and explicit sex, 18+] | This is so unbelievably beautiful. I found myself crying and it was just written so well I could imagine it all happening. This is going to be stuck in my head for days to come.

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. | Sometimes when you’re having a bad day it just really helps to just stop to read a really good smutty one-shot with a Mafia!Boss Bucky in it, and this is one!

*My Sunshine by @bucksbestgirl » Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader — a song shared between you and Bucky when you’re both at your most vulnerable. | Lindsey, thank you from the bottom of my heart for writing something so beautiful. I suffer from depression and this one is close to home, and this is just something I felt everyone needs.

Sweet Dreams by @buckys-darling » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky has a nightmare and you have a proposition. | Short and sweet.

A Proper Breeding by @syven-siren » Bucky Barnes x Reader — After allowing inner turmoil to take over, you finally decide that you have wanted the same thing as Bucky all along. Once you let him know, he is sure to give you a proper breeding. | I thought I may have shared this before, but it turns out I hadn’t. Let me just say the makeup smut in this, is so good.

Dying for this love by @avintagekiss24 » Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader — Reader goes on a date to get revenge on Bucky. — This one-shot is intense! It’s so good and the smut is good, I couldn’t recommend it enough.

Birthday Blues by @bestofbucky » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Already in a rough patch in their relationship, Bucky forgets it’s readers birthday. Determined to make things better Natasha and Wanda help the reader forget and have a girls day. Will Bucky and reader makeup? | I don’t want to spoil this but the gift he gives her had me giggling for like five minutes after I read this. I thoroughly enjoyed this but honestly I really did want to give Bucky a v-8 to the forehead.

Sebastian Stan

(Mini) Series:

The Actor and the Diplomat by @elegantobservationstudentsblog » Sebastian Stan x OFC Diplomat!Sofia Alvarez — Two strangers lived in the same city, signed up for a dating app and both are reluctant to meet in person. Will they both have the courage to meet? And if they did, are they both willing to work it out? | Reader is independent and can make it on her own, but does she need to to? No. This story has Fluff, Smut, and Angst in it as well as appearances from the British Royals. I say give it a chance!

Steve Rogers

(Mini) Series:

Pseudo Princess by @shreddedparchment » King!Steve Rogers x Reader — Orphaned and alone, you’re going about your business when one day King Anthony Stark, ruler of Malibia, spots you on the side of the road. He orders you into his carriage where he explains that you are his one and only hope to keep the Kingdom from going to war with the Kingdom of Broklin, ruled by the virtuous King Steven Rogers. How exactly is it that you, a penniless peasant, can help save your Kingdom? | I’ve read this story now 3 times, and I will never, ever get over it. Everytime I go back and reread it, I find things I didn’t catch the first time I read it. I’m also just a fan of Royal!AU’s. This story has everything, Angst, Fluff, Smut, and Magic.

Chris Evans

One-Shot:

Stressed by @sunflowercaptain » Chris Evans x Female Reader — Chris Evans does something for his overworked and stressed out significant other. | It’s short and super fluffy, sort of like being wrapped in your favorite blanket after a bad day, it feels good!

Misc.

One-Shots:

Made for the Gods by @cherienymphe » Zeus!Steve x Nymph!Reader x Ares!Bucky — The God of Lightning takes what the God of War has. | Like anything by @cherienymphe that I have shared, this fic is dark and delicious! I loved it so!

The Man With A Plan. by @bestofbucky » Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes — Harmless prank war turns into feelings coming forward. | Let’s just say this is hot and for the first time writing smut, it’s so freaking good. I don’t want this to be the last of Stucky x Reader in this universe!

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | I would just like to say if you haven’t read this yet, you are really missing out, also I’m really sorry I haven’t added this to my Mob rec list. I love this and it’s by far one of my favorite Mob/Mafia stories. Also the smut and angst in this is just, *chefs kiss* I keep hoping for a third part.

Team-Building by @whisperlullaby » Bucky Barnes x Reader x Sam Wilson— You are an HR receptionist lucky enough to be around each time Sam and Bucky come in to attend their mediation sessions. They want to apologize for making you stay late one night. | I love me some Sam/Bucky/Reader stories and one-shots, especially when it’s got some really good smut, and this has got some really good smut in it. Becca thank you for ending my Thursday night on a good note.

(Mini) Series:

Five Shades of Hunnam: Part 1 ⚜️Part 2 by @hotdamnhunnam » Jax Teller + King Arthur + Will Miller + Raleigh Becket + Raymond Smith x Reader — The reader somehow accidentally summons her five dream characters all played by one of her favorite actors, from an alternative universes, to complete her ultimate fantasy, but are they up for it? | This two-shot/mini-series is hot and just so good. I have been a Charlie Hunnam fan for years, you can thank Garrett Hedlund, my Mum and my Aunt. This just blew my mind out of the park. I’m going to go take a shower after reading this.

Writing Challenges...

Heathers TV Challenge hosted by @heavenlypugpizza | What You Need To Know: Choose and actor or character from Marvel or one of the series listed (you can have more than one actor/character in your story) (2 stories limited actor or character), smut okay, ships and oc is fine, tag your stories with warnings, the deadline is March 10th!

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flordeamatista · 6 months

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ACE OF WANDS

pairing: ghostface alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader

concept: The roar of a raging flame cannot drown out the silence of death.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: sex toys + voice kink + fingering, mature themes, nickname ──(pretty girl, Darling)

a/n: Thanks for listening to my idea a few weeks ago, @syntheticavenger, and giving me tips on how to make it alive.

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel & @/syntheticavenger

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

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Shadows are sought by winds blown with deliberate intent to devour the gleam hidden by might.

The inky blackness of the night sky provided protection and secrecy as you emerged from your candlelit bath. Your friends had invited you out to dinner and to the haunted house but since you were about to go into heat and there was a ghost face killer roaming around, you decided to stay home. You did not want to put yourself in danger, especially during October nights, when stalkers and serial killers roam the streets.

A drop of water fell onto the edge of the bathtub as you come out of the tub. You had a white robe that hung over a towel rack on one side of your bathroom. Wrapping the robe around your still damp body, you grab your phone from the charger and lay down to watch some videos.

Breathing deeply and closing your eyes, you inhaled the soothing lavender scent. Your racing heart was calmed by the aroma, which sinks into your skin and bring you a sense of peace. Warmth climbed into your body as longing stirred between your legs.

Even taking a bath couldn't calm your pain now. You had grown into a dark pain between your thighs. A moan escapes you, wetness dripping from your pussy between your legs.

The roar of a raging flame cannot drown out the silence of death.

The screen of your phone shows an unknown number as you stare at it with squinted eyes. You swipe to answer and hold the device to your ear out of curiosity.

A long period of silence ended with the sound of his deep voice mimicking your moans.

“Who is this?” you whispered, trembling at the thought of hearing the answer. Fear dripping off every word you used, an impending dread on your lips.

“Someone who knows your darkest secret, Darling.” A chill ran down your spine as your ears were cut by the knife-edged words piercing through the silence like an icy blade.

A fiery image flashed before your eyes as you panicked, wondering what he knew about you.

“What do you want?” He was drawn to your voice even though it was barely louder than a whisper.

“Would you like to play a game, sweetheart? His voice was demanding, but something sinister made you hesitate before denying him.

Despite all your rage, he ordered you to play a game.

A ghastly chuckle echoed in response and your stomach dropped at the thought that he was using you for his own amusement. There was no escaping him now, not when you were an omega in heat, so vulnerable.

He coldly instructed, "Show me what belongs to me," and it became apparent to you that this was simply another round of his game—one in which only he would win. All the fight left your body as the reality of his power set in, as he commanded again, "Open the robe and touch yourself for me, baby girl."

This night was his.

Silence can be heard between two hushed screams, one breathing heavily and the other silently.

“Oh, Alpha….” The fear of a night filled with murders seemed like a distant dream.

The vibrator hummed softly in the dark room like a devil's grasp. Every word he spoke was like a lash of wickedness as he commanded you to pleasure yourself. As you caressed yourself for him, his deep voice hummed in the background. You placed the vibrator along your clit as you writhed on the mattress, feeling the vibrations move through you. In the silence, you moaned loudly.

You weren't mated, but it felt like you were. It was as if his voice squeezed your wrist, forcing you to caress yourself. During a phone call with this unknown man.

"When the murderer asks you to touch yourself," he murmured, you didn't hear the word murderer from his lips, but rather he was the man who cut into your pleasure by murdering sane ideas. "Keep touching yourself in my honor."

Every second, your arousal escalated, returning into an erotic chant of dark desire.

You heard his voice pierce your thoughts as he commanded you closer and closer to something deep within that only he could fix.

You imagined him pleasuring himself in the face of your moans and touching your body, your moans and panting became increasingly ragged. Against the trembling vibrations of the vibrator of your aroused body, you bit your lip harder, wanting more of the sensation around your clitoris.

There was an abyss of forbidden passion he pulled you into.

"How does it feel, pretty girl?" he asked in a low growl. Your breath came in shallow bursts as you sank into the bed with eagerness.

You became bound by an uncontrollable passion.

Within your room, there was a sudden flash of a silhouette emerging from the shadows of the window. The noise of moans coming from within distracted you from feeling the heat coming in stronger. The scent of him was strong and infused with a hint of blood. This was a scent that enticed you to wrap yourself around him and let him knot you up to relieve the pain.

A menacingly sharp blade that glinted in the moonlight was wielded by the notorious ghostface alpha terrorizing every corner of town. While you were filled with terror, you experienced a sweet sensation of pleasure as his voice echoed through the night air, "Hello Sweetheart, it's an honor." as he let his bloody blade move in swirls before charging into your exposed body.

He stabbed it directly into your vibrator and you gasped from the sudden, intense stimulation. Your body felt a wave of pleasure and tension, your breath came in sharp gusts. Increasing the power of his grip on the vibrator made your eyes close.

The vibrator stopped working after just a few seconds. Your pleasure was cut short when it died. The masked alpha came at you, and you knew this was it.

At this point, you have played the game but failed to defeat the Ghostface Alpha Bucky Barnes.

His cold fingers moved slow against your skin before reaching inside you, eliciting low moans from you as they touched your inner walls. In a firm voice, he asked if it felt better than your toy, your heart beating faster as you replied with a throaty yes.

A moan was elicited from your lips as his thick fingers reached your depths. After pulling his fingers out, he gently pushed them back in, enjoying the feeling of your wetness against his touch. "So wet, I want to feel your insides and mark you as mine," he murmured, tilting his masked face slightly.

As the sombre scent of lavendar fills the air, a bloody death mask faces becomes one with it.

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buckyjustbelikethat · 4 years

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The Fiction of Fairytales: Chapter Two

Title: The Fiction of Fairytales: Chapter Two

Characters: Stucky x Reader

Summary: (a/b/o au that is non-cannon compliant) After being captured and forced to live as Brock Rumlow’s mate for years you are kidnapped by the Avengers. They plan to interrogate you for information on Hydra and Rumlow, but after Steve and Bucky realize they are your true mates, they realize that their kidnapping was more of an unexpected rescue.

Warnings: Mentions of assault, kidnapping, death, and abuse, and strong language.

Word Count: approx. 3000

A/N: Hello lovelies! 💕 There's some Steve and Bucky fluff in this chapter that honestly paid my rent and cured my sickness (A joke, unfortunately both those things still very much exist but it might as well have). I hope you all are doing well! Let me know if you want to be tagged or if you have any suggestions or comments!

Previous Chapter

“Take the fucking handcuffs off her Stark.” Steve growls at him.

Tony knew that this was no time to argue, and immediately moved to unlocking you. He understood the fragility of the situation, so he kept his snide comment about Steve’s “language” to himself, though that doesn’t mean he will let him live down the expletives he used in the past ten minutes, but he has decided to postpone his comments.

They all noticed your slight flinch when Tony grabbed your arms. He tried to be as gentle as possible, but it didn't matter when none of them in the room had truly earned your trust yet.

Before Tony walked away, he spoke a simple but honest. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed you were one of them.”

He walked away before you could think of a reply. You weren’t used to being expected to say so much, and you were out of practice of how to respond to kindness and sincerity.

Bucky snapped you out of your daze at Stark’s words, “Are you okay standing?”

“Yeah..” the words I’m used to this ghosted from your lips, catching yourself before you voiced them after calculating the likelihood that this will make your alphas even more angry. You knew their anger wasn’t directed at you, but your mind couldn’t trust beyond a resounding “yet”. You still feared them, their protectiveness seemed currently to be their predominant emotion, but what would happen when the chaos settled. After the cloud of enticing scents and first meetings faded, and all they could see is you.

You unfolded yourself from the chair. Careful to hide your pain as you got up.

Steve and Bucky gave each other a quick glance that you entirely missed. But to them they had spoken a whole conversation of “I don’t know how to do this,” “I wish I could help more,” “I love you and we’ll make it through together.”

“You can follow me sweetheart.” Steve spoke to you with a smile and began leading you out the door, as Bucky trailed slightly behind you. It put you on slight edge, but them surrounding you was a desperate attempt to feel like they could protect you in some way even though you weren’t comfortable with them touching you yet.

This time, just based on the protective scents both alphas were putting out, the guards wouldn’t dare give you a dirty look.

They took you to a floor that appeared to be reserved for the Avengers based on the security scan before the elevator opened. You were led to the Avengers’ personal medical wing, and they brought you over to a glass room with a hospital bed in the center, “I’m gonna go get the doctor, Bucky can stay with you.” Steve said as he walked out of the room. His command even within that moment made his superhero title of “captain” that you heard Friday refer to him as earlier make sense.

“You can lay down if you want, doll.” Bucky broke the silence.

When you got up onto the bed, you did your best to lay in a position that didn’t bother your likely broken ribs.

“I’m sorry, but with all of this, we haven’t had a chance to even ask for your name. We’ve heard rumors, but we weren’t sure.”

“My name is y/n y/l/n.”

“Y/n, beautiful, I love it.” Bucky smiled to himself.

When he looked back up at you, he noticed that your cheeks turned slightly red as you blushed at his compliment. It was so cute, and he was sure he’d enjoy trying everything to make you blush like that again.

“And you’re Bucky? And he’s Steve?” Your voice was a little timid, unsure if you picked up on their words correctly.

“Yeah, doll. My full name is technically James Buchanan Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky.”

“I like your name, is it okay… am I allowed…” you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, so you were having a hard time asking what you wanted to know. At this point everything seemed like a minefield when the boundaries haven’t been clearly marked, if you were using the previous maps of your experience, you would have already treaded into dangerous territory too many times.

“You don’t have to be nervous, sweetheart, you can ask us anything. I promise we won’t get mad.” His words calmed you enough to ask your question.

“Okay…” you paused, building up your courage “can I be considered a friend?” You mumbled, surprised at your confidence in being able to voice the words. You knew even though you were mates, there’s a chance he may not even want you as a friend.

Bucky let out a small chuckle. “Of course, doll. I’d love for you to be more, but we will do this at your pace.”

You smiled back at him, slightly looking up for the first time, and you did not regret the action. The brief glance you stole you wanted to frame. He was looking at you with such a beautiful smile. The look in his eyes seemed to be one of adoration, and you prayed in that moment that it wouldn’t fade.

Bucky saw your glance, and those few seconds felt celestial. He had a hard time containing his excitement at the progress you made with him within such a short period of time. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself, but he knew he was screwed based on how your slight glance affected him, he couldn’t imagine what making you laugh would feel like, or even what kissing you would do to him.

Your moment was interrupted with the doctor walking in and Steve close behind.

The doctor quickly introduced herself, and after her introduction she added, “I think considering the circumstances, it’s best if we do this without your alpha’s in the room. Are you okay with that?”

Both of your alpha’s immediately tensed up, and though you didn't know whether you could trust this doctor, but thankfully she was a beta. You felt like if it were only her in the room you would be less afraid of being honest.

“A-re… are you both okay with that?” You asked your alpha’s.

“Don’t worry about us sweetie. This is your decision. We will be just outside of the room, you can call to us if you need us, or send the doctor. Does that sound okay to you?” Steve asks you in a calming voice.

You just nodded your head in return, confused but grateful at the consideration they were showing you.

“Alright, let us know if you need us.” He says before giving a warning look to the doctor, it wasn't that he didn’t trust or like her, but he had warned the doctor before of how fragile his omega was right now and that she was to do whatever she could to make you comfortable. The doctor didn’t hold Steve’s aggressiveness against him, normally he was nothing but courteous, so she knew it was just his protective instincts going crazy.

Bucky and Steve walked out of the room, as the doctor started putting up the curtains around the glass room. They went into the lobby-like area that was thankfully right outside of the room, they didn’t want to be too far away. For a moment they stood in silence, still processing the events that had taken place in the past hour, finding relief in each other's presence and a moment to exhale.

“Her name’s y/n.” Bucky finally said.

“That’s beautiful, it fits her so well.” Steve replied with a smile on his face, but his mood quickly returned to seriousness, “Buck, I feel like my whole body is on fire. I feel like I would give her my life already... but the pain behind her eyes, and the fact that she doesn’t trust us, and that I’ve already failed her, my body doesn’t know what to do with itself.”

“I feel the same way Steve, but you didn’t fail her, you were skeptical at first, but that is completely understandable under the circumstances.” Bucky said compassionately but resolute. When the look of guilt still mangled Steve’s features, he pulled him in for a hug. Gently rubbing his hands along his spine, hoping to ease the tension plaguing him.

“But you weren’t, you gave her a chance even when I already assumed.” Steve persisted, his voice was strained and barely a whisper. Bucky couldn’t see the tears collecting in his eyes, but he could feel the extent of his emotions through their bond.

Bucky pulled back slightly and gently grabbed Steve’s face. Trying to force Steve’s eyes to meet his own and hoping he will find the truth in them. “Steve, you are the kindest person I know, I know you have so much love to give her that eventually, when she learns to trust us, she’ll be sick of you.” Bucky smirked but his face contorted to an earnest expression for his next words, “I know you, and what you said wasn’t derived from hate but from your love and protectiveness over me. You were afraid, am I right?” He asked, his eyes searching his face.

Steve just nodded his head that still rested in his mate’s hands, his eyes downcast.

Bucky leaned in and kissed Steve’s forehead, pausing there for a moment before resting his forehead against his own. His eyes were closed as he rubbed circles along Steve’s cheek. “I love you sweetheart, and she will too, you and I both have to earn her trust, but I have no doubts that she will love you, what’s not to love?”

Steve finally smiled slightly at Bucky’s words, before pulling away to meet his gaze. “How did I get so lucky, not only with one perfect mate, but two. And don’t think for a second she won’t love you just as much.” It was now Steve’s turn to quell the doubts he knew his mate likely was struggling with.

This time it was Bucky who gently nodded in return, before Steve leaned in and kissed him.

When they pulled away, they continued to hug each other for a moment. Relying on each other for the support they needed, so when the time came, they could offer everything they could to their omega. “I’m worried for her, Bucky.” Steve said.

“Me too...m’ so worried.”

They stood there in each other's arms for a few moments before breaking apart, but even when they pulled away, they remained with their hands clasped, both standing in anticipation for the doctor’s arrival.

The doctor finally entered the room, and the concern on her face made them even more anxious for his report.

“I’ll start by saying she will be fine; she’s been strong enough to survive over the past few years, so I do not doubt her…. But she has a broken rib and fractures in her leg right now. Her body is covered in bruises and scars at various stages in the healing process. In addition, she seems to have experienced a lot of sexual and emotional abuse. I apologize, but I don’t think it is professional to discuss the specifics of what she said, I think it is best if those details came from her when she is ready to talk about it with you.”

“Okay, we understand.” Steve replied. They both suspected that she went through abuse, but the words being spoken by the doctor settled in their bloodstream like cement. They didn’t know you well, but your pain was devastating. They wished they could have saved you sooner. They wished they had known. Every moment of peacefulness, of happiness they had felt, now seemed cruel to have enjoyed while the person that completes them was suffering. The strength of their sadness was mirrored by their anger, though they would rather keep their anger trapped behind the glass until they are able to avenge their omega against anyone that caused you pain.

“I will keep an eye on her healing process for her injuries that are concerning, but I recommend setting her up with the therapist here. I just gave her some pain medication and food and water, and I will leave you with daily care and medication instructions. If her fear gets in the way of you properly caring for her, let me know and we can find a nurse that she is comfortable with.” The doctor continued.

Steve and Bucky both didn’t like the idea of that, but at the end of the day her health and happiness is the thing that matters the most. They just desperately wished for her trust.

“She needs a lot of rest to heal. I recommend maybe letting her spend the night here so I can monitor her for the night, you both are welcome to stay in the room with her.”

“Whatever you think is best. Thank you, doctor.” Steve said.

Both alphas were anxious to go see their omega again, so when the doctor was finished explaining what she needed to they both rushed into the room. Their omega was laying under blankets in the hospital bed, and you almost looked peaceful. Though they wished you were entirely devoid of stress, they will take the victory of even part of it subsiding.

They both stood by the door, unsure if you wanted them to enter.

“Is it okay if we sit by you?” Bucky asked.

You looked to the chairs in the room. Your gaze almost appeared to be calculating the distance and measuring the possible danger. You hoped the kindness they have shown so far won’t fade, but you acknowledged that you are likely in less danger than you were a mere 12 hours ago when you were still with Brock.

So, you conceded with a quiet “Sure.”

They could sense the unease in your voice but the alphas within them wanted to be close to their mate to make sure you are okay. Normally when alphas and omegas find their true mate, they are immediately hard to separate from each other. They hoped that their presence at a distance might at least offer you some comfort without pushing you too far. They hoped there was a part of you that craved them the way they craved you.

While you were fearful of your mates, you couldn’t help but want to be drawn to them. You could not turn off the omega inside of you that seemed to be calmed by their scents, but you were curious how much the doctor told them. She had assured you that she would not share the details of your answers to her questions. But did she say enough to tarnish their image of you, or are the unsaid details idle weapons, waiting to be used, patiently waiting to destroy.

They sat next to each other in the chairs beside you. After settling, Steve was the first to speak, “I just want to say again that I’m so sorry for assuming you were hydra. I should not have treated you that way, and I should have trusted you as my mate. I hope that you can eventually forgive me, but you are completely justified if you don’t want to.” You could hear that his voice was slightly choked up from emotion.

“I forgive you, Steve. But... I do have a question if you don’t mind. You said that you would protect me before. Does.. does that mean you want me as your omega? It’s okay if you don’t...” You were gazing down at your hands as you wrung them in your lap, suddenly nervous to his reply.

“More than anything, but only if that’s something you want.” Steve’s voice rushed, trying to stop you living in doubt for even another moment.

Your eyes started tearing up at his reply. In this moment you wished you didn’t have the fear you had, that this would have played out like the fairytales you imagined, but it isn’t those fairytales. You are trapped in a story with men who appear to be prince charmings, but you were unable to be the princess. How could the princess deserve her princes when she sees the face of her villain in everyone she meets? Your villain has turned you into the antagonist of your own fairytale, to get in your own way even when he isn’t there to do it himself. “I think I want that… I do but… I’m so sorry.. I’m just scared.”

Both men had to once again refrain from reaching out to you to try and console you, knowing their hands would not register as the comfort they desperately wished they could ingrain within them.

“Hey it’s okay, sweetheart. You are allowed to be afraid. It’s okay.” Steve tried to soothe you through his words.

“You just left years of trauma, it's okay to not be ready yet. It makes us beyond happy that you even want to try, doll.” Bucky said.

Their words helped calm your tears down.

“You should get some rest. We’ll have Tony set up a room for you beside ours for tomorrow, but if anything makes you uncomfortable just let us know. If you ever need distance from us just let us know and we will respect that. Are you okay with having your room beside us?” Steve asked.

You nodded your head in return. Honestly, you were slightly disappointed you wouldn’t be in their room, but you knew you weren't ready for that.

“Great.” Steve replied and you could hear his smile through his words. “Now get some sleep, we’ll be here if you need anything.”

You closed your eyes, and within minutes you were lulled to sleep by their scents and the sound of their breathing.

Next Chapter

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the-mighty-jellybean · 4 years

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Rising From The Earth

Series Summary: After months of trying, and several heats, and ruts, Y/N was now beginning her journey on her road to motherhood. All Steve and Bucky wanted to be is supportive and strong for their Omega, but life doesn't always run so smoothly....

Series Warning: a/b/o dynamics (the fun stuff that comes with that) Smut, Accurate Representation of Pregnancy and (eventually) Childbirth, Strong Language (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader X Bucky Barnes

Part One// Part Two//

Part Three: Divine Body

Chapter Warnings: Mirror Smut (rather than sex), Fingering, Daddy Kink, Reader feels bad about her body, but it’s okay because Stucky makes you feel better. (18+ Only)

Word Count: 3.1K

16 Weeks

The revelation that you were carrying twins, still hadn't quite hit home yet, and you were still struggling to contemplate the thought of producing and then caring for two pups, rather than one.

You don’t think Steve and Bucky had stopped smiling since your appointment with Dr Cho. They were so elated at the news, but you still grappled to keep your inner thoughts and worries at bay.

Everyone else was thrilled for you, Wanda tried to tackle you in another one of her bear hugs, but you were saved by Bucky and Steve, whose protectiveness had sky rocketed. Sam was already picking baby names, and you had to break it to him that Samuel and Wilson, weren’t quite what you were thinking, but you said you would keep them in mind.

You were laying on the couch, in between Bucky’s thighs, your head resting on his chest, as he traced his fingers, in a line along the top of your sweats. Steve was reading to you, every now and then, the pages of the book would brush against your feet, laying across his lap, making you giggle at the sensation. He would apologise by planting a soft kiss on your toes which would usually, only make things worst. Bucky’s fingers would begin to lightly dig into your sides, making you wriggle way from his grasp, but he would just trap you between his muscular thighs, preventing your escape.

“Stop, Alpha.” you snort. “you’re gonna make me pee.” This was true, as the increasing pressure on your abdomen was making the situation likely.

“Sorry, what was that, baby. I didn’t quite catch that?” Bucky teased, continuing his assault on your sides.

“Please, Alpha...I’ll do...anything...please...stop.” you gasp.

“Alright, sweetheart.” Bucky finally releases his thigh grip, and allows you to break free.

“Great, now I have to pee. Thanks a lot.” you grumble, glaring at him.

“Don’t start, little one.” Steve warns you, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh and thanks for your help.” you mumble to Steve, he hears, but chooses to smirk rather than scold.

You stand from the couch, a little to quickly, and the feeling of blood rushing to your feet and away from your head, makes your vision blur, a little. You reach your hand back to study yourself on Bucky’s knee, his hands immediately shooting to your waste.

“Easy, baby. Slow down a little.” He steadies you on your feet, before standing to help escort you to the bathroom.

“I don't want your help to the bathroom, I’m not a frail old lady. Hell it should be me walking you to the bathroom.” a small, but firm slap goes on your behind, making you jump slightly.

“Let that be a warning, Omega. Dr Cho said that your dizzy spells are gonna be worst for the next few weeks, as your body adapts to having to feed two pups. Especially as you’re still not eating enough.” Bucky chides.

“But that isn't my fault, that the pups don't want to eat.” you challenge.

“No, but you’re not exactly making any efforts, to try new foods, are we baby girl?” you roll your eyes, which earns you anther abrupt slap to your bottom. This one made you wince slightly.

“Don’t push it, darlin.” Steve warns you.

You finally reach the toilet, shrugging Bucky’s arms off of you.

“Thank you, but I can take it from here.” You grimace, closing the door, Bucky jams his foot between the frame, preventing any further movement. “I’m not peeing with the door open.” you tell him flatly.

“Keep this attitude up, and we’ll make you.” Bucky responds darkly, you cower under his stare, and nod submissively at his words. His expression lightens, “don’t lock the door, sweetie. Just incase.”

“You worry too much.”

“We’re meant to.”

He removes his foot allowing you to close the door, but you do as he says and don't lock it, before relieving yourself.

You stand, looking at yourself in the mirror, as you washed your hands. You looked tired, and still a little pale, from this mornings bathroom antics. You sigh at your distressed appearance, and can’t help the dark thoughts that begin to circulate in your head.

No wonder, Steve and Bucky hadn't touched you in weeks.

You look dreadful, why would any Alpha, looking the way they do, want to make love to this.

You hold in the tears, desperately trying to ignore the vile voice in your head. You turn away from the mirror, to dry your hands on the towel, next to you. And your eyes can’t help but catch on something in the reflection. You turn side on, slowly, pressing your hands on top of your shirt, pulling it tight around your stomach.

There.

You blink hard at yourself, not quite absorbing the image in front of you. As you pulled your t-shirt tighter, you could now see the small, outline of a little bump, peeking out slightly. You run your hands over it a few times, double checking your eyes were not deceiving you, before you lifted your shirt, and looked down at your bellybutton. And sure enough the mirror in front of you wasnt lying.

You ghosted your fingers over the smooth, raised skin, frightened you might hurt the little jewels inside of you. You felt your heart flutter, as you ran your hand over the little curl of your skin.

You were shaken from your little moment, by a tentative knock on the bathroom door.

“Are you okay, baby? Have you fallen in?” Bucky jests, but you can still sense the concern, in his voice and scent, that squeezed it’s way under the door.

You don't say anything, instead you pull your shirt down and walk towards the bathroom door, opening it swiftly. Bucky nearly falling in and on top of you, as he must have been pressed up against it. Steve was watching intently from the couch, and couldn't help the small snort, as Bucky stumbled to recompose himself.

“Were you spying on me?” you smirk, quirking an eyebrow.

“Just making sure you were alright, you were in there a while. Everything okay, baby?” he places his hand softly on you jaw, steering you eyes upward.

“Mmhm.” you hum, “go sit next to Steve.” you smile, pointing to the spot next to the blond soldier. Bucky tilts his head to side, looking at you the way a untrained-puppy would, if you had just asked it to sit.

“On the couch, Sargent.” you ordered. He raised both his eyebrows at you, and elicited a low growl, but you held your ground, knowing it would pay off in the end. He sighs heavily before turning and seating himself of the couch.

“You know, little one. If you were so desperate to be spanked, you could just ask. We can spank you if you want?” your cheeks flush, but you shake your head, trying to focus on what you were doing.

Bucky and Steve, grin at each other, but you playfully stick you tongue out.

“No, thank you, Alpha. I want to show you something.”

“What is it, darlin?” the two Alpha’s watch you, unmoving, as you softly lift the helm of your shirt up, exposing your delicate skin underneath. The two men just stare at you weirdly, both heads tilted to the side.

“Are you giving us a strip tease, baby?” Steve asks, his eyes, not leaving your exposed skin.

“No silly.” you roll your eyes, and let out a small huff of frustration, you turn side on, and suddenly, their eyes light up. Steve grabbing your hand and pulling you closer, so that they could rest their hand on the small bulge of your skin.

“Wow, baby.” Bucky breathed, cupping your tummy gently in his palm, Steve mirrors his hand, only placing it at the top of your bump.

“You’re so beautiful.” Steve whispers, planting a kiss on your stretched skin, his lips sending ripples across your stomach.

“Do you really think so?” you doubt, you were always confused when they called you that. You didn’t understand how you could be beautiful. Especially not now. And you knew it was only going to get worst, as you continued to swell, soon you were going to be so big, they weren’t going to want to look at you, let alone touch.

They both looked up at you, when you asked that question. Their eyes dilating, as they observed your whole body.

“Baby girl, why would you ask something like that?” Bucky questions you, pulling you into their laps, pushing your hair away from your face, so he could try and gage some sort of eye contact, but you just looked at your hands.

“Honey, look at us. Why would you ask a question like that. We think you are beautiful, in every single way.” Steve cooed, lifting your chin, to meet their blue eyes. You blinked back the tears, stupid hormones, had made your mood change like the speed of light.

“But soon I’m gonna be fat, and you won't want to be near me anymore.” you mutter, ashamed to say the words.

“Little one, don’t ever say that again.” Steve gripped your jaw tighter, pulling you closer to his face, “you are the most beautiful, Omega, we have ever seen. Every inch of you is perfect, and will always be perfect.”

“But I’m gonna get fat.” you whined.

“No you aren't, baby. You’re gonna grow.”

“Yeah. Fat.”

“Enough, Y/N.” Bucky growled. He lifted you up effortlessly, and took you over to the far wall, where a large floor length mirror settled on the plaster.

He sets you on your feet, and positions you in front of the mirror. Steve follows you, and stands with Bucky behind you. They move in sync, and peel your t-shirt over your head, you’re left standing there in just your sweats. You pull your arms over your chest, looking fixedly at the floor.

“Look up, pretty girl.” Steve commanded, but you held your position. Steve grasped your wrists, effortlessly moving them to your sides. Bucky peeled your bottoms down, your panties going with them. You cross you legs, trying to hide, how turned on you were getting, but it was useless, as Bucky pushed his face between your legs, breathing in deeply.

“Mmmm smells so good.” you felt his tongue at the edge of your lower lips, as he licks over his own.

“Look at Daddy in the mirror, baby.” Bucky mumbles, against your dripping core, sending vibrations through you. Steve grasps around your neck, not threatening, but in a way that is comforting. To know that he is close, makes you warm, and the feeling of his fingers, closing securely around your throat, make another gush of slick, roll down your legs.

Steve uses his hand on your neck, to steer your direction upwards, so you have no choice but to look at yourself, well...your eyes were fixed onto Bucky’s head. A small gasp, escaped your throat, as Bucky forced your legs apart. The slick that rolled down them, glinting in the light.

“How could you ever say, this isn't beautiful.” Bucky placed a harsh kiss, on your swollen clit, that makes your hips buck into his. He holds you firmly in place.

“Stay still, sweetheart. Let Daddy show you how you beautiful you are.” Steve whispers in your ear, the hairs on your neck stiffening. He circles his other arm around, pinching your nipples, harshly.

“Can’t wait until these are full of milk.” He sucks harshly at your neck, right over your sensitive bonding mark. You moan at the feeling of his warm tongue, licking long strokes over your neck.

Bucky pulls your legs over his shoulder, as he seats himself on the floor, his warm breath against your dripping slit, makes you shiver, before you cry out when his lips wrap tightly around your clit.

“Daddy, that feels so good.” you shriek, as he ultimates between your clit, and your small lips. You close your eyes, only for them to snap open, when a rough slap was delivered to the back of your thigh.

“Keep your eyes open, watch Daddy.” Steve demands, gripping your ass powerfully, before letting go, and moving his attention back to your nipples.

Your eyes move back to the mirror, as you watch Bucky lap at your wet pussy, the noises being completely obscene. The knot in your stomach, was tightening quickly, and it was helped along by the added pressure of Bucky’s fingers as they pressed harshly on your nub.

“Oh my God, Daddy. Please don’t stop.” You words only spurred him on, as he began to rub faster over your clit, as he felt your walls clench around his tongue.

“Please, Daddy I’m going to cum.” you shriek, when a gruff slap was delivered to your clit.

“Not without asking you’re not.” Bucky growled, before returning to her merciless actions.

“Please, Daddy. Please can I cum.” you beg, your legs quivering around Bucky’s head, as you held off from falling over the edge. Determined to be a good girl for your Alphas.

“You can come on one conditions.” Steve teased, nipping at the skin on your hickey covered neck.

“What Daddy, what. I’ll do anything. Please.” you plead, you were so nearly there it wouldn't take much for you to come undone, the only thing stopping you was your own will.

“You say, that you are the most beautiful Omega, in the world. And my body is amazing it is creating two new beautiful lives, that I hope will be the image of me, because I am beautiful.” Steve rumbles, you whine and fuss, his words nearly being lost in your noises of pleasure.

“Listen to me, baby. Say those words, or no cumming for a week.” Steve threatens, with you so close, the thought of feeling like this for a week, made you cry out, before you were able to pull yourself together to form, a sentence.

“I am the most beautiful Omega in the wor-” you cut yourself off as a groan falls from your lips, as Bucky inserts a finger, you can’t stop the trembling around his face, as he slowly pushes his finger in and out.

“Keep going, honey. You weren’t finished yet.” Steve warns.

“I am the most beautiful Omega in the world, and my body is amazing. It is creating two new beautiful lives, that I hope will be the image-Ah!” you cry out, it was too much, all the stimulation too much. You were desperately clenching around Bucky’s fingers, your hands going to Steve’s arm, hoping he could help you hold it together.

“I can’t do it, Daddy. I have to cum.”

“Come on, sweetheart. You were almost there.” Bucky coos, he slows the pace of his fingers, so that you can try and concentrate.

“It is creating two new beautiful lives, that I hope will be made in the image of me, because I am...beautiful.” you choke the last word, tears stream down your face, as the edging was becoming overwhelming. Bucky kisses your clit gently, before speeding his fingers up, Steve kisses the side of your neck, before raising his head, so his lips were in line with your ear.

“Cum.”

That was all it took, for your orgasm to wash over you like a tidal wave, you feel the pressure being released, as the sound of water, gushing down your leg filled the room. Bucky helped you come down, by placing gentle strokes on your clit, Steve holding you up, as your knees go weak. Softly praising and shushing you.

“Good girl.”

“Well done, beautiful.”

“That was incredible, pretty girl.”

Bucky stood once your pussy had stopped watering, he went to the bathroom, and you heard the sound of the tap, running. Steve carefully picked you up off your quivering feet, and carried you carefully into the bathroom, still quietly shushing you, as you hummed, a mechanism you picked up to help calm you down.

“Shh, little one. It’s all okay.” He hushed you, trying to place you in the half filled bathtub.

“No, Alpha.” You gripped his shoulders, desperate to not be away from him.

“It’ll be nice in the water, darlin. It’ll help with your back.” you just shook your head into his shoulder, desperate to remain close to him.

“Alright, sweetheart.” Bucky helped Steve, to take his clothes off, whilst you remained pandered to his chest. Bucky then took his own clothes off, before helping Steve to step into the bath, before joining the pair of you.

You laid your head against Steve’s chest, still humming slightly. Bucky cupped his hand, and ran water down your back. The trickling sensation, felt like tiny massages along the discs and plates of your spine.

You let out a sigh, Steve kissing your forehead.

“What did you learn, baby girl?” Bucky asked you, running a soapless sponge along your back, just the feeling of the rough edges, furthered your feeling of relaxation.

You fussed, turning your head into Steve’s chest, not wanting to repeat the words, you had said moments ago. Feeling silly.

“Come on, honey. Tell Alpha what you learned?” Steve coaxed, running his fingers through your hair.

“I learnt that you think I’m pretty.” You mumble into Steve’s chest. You hear them both tsk, at your response.

“More than that, baby. Come on, don’t be shy.” Steve tickles you a little under the chin, making you giggle and push his hands away.

“I learnt that Alphas think I’m pretty-”

“Beautiful.” Steve interrupted firmly.

“beautiful.” you correct yourself, “and that my body’s amazing.”

“Why is it amazing, sweetie?” Bucky enticed, drawing patterns on your back, by the way his fingers moved, it felt like he was tracing hearts into your skin.

“Because it is making pups.” you hum.

“Good girl . Such a beautiful, good girl.” Steve praises, kissing you once again.

You laid in the water, until it began getting cold, and you began to shiver.

“Let’s get you in some nice warm jammies, huh baby?” you nod, and wait for Bucky to climb out the bath, before letting him pick you up, Steve soon following behind him. He grabs a warmed towel from the radiator, and wraps you in it.

“There, that nice, sweetheart?” you nod, laying your head on Bucky’s shoulder, eyes drooping, at the rocking sensation of Bucky’s footsteps. He has to set you down, to put you in some sleep shorts, and one of his t-shirt, but when your whining doesn't stop, he shushes you, and picks you up, rocking you gently.

You all lay down in the bed, you snuggle yourself between the men. They resumed their favourite position, which was both of their hands on your small, but now protruding stomach.

You watch as Steve bends his head down, so he’s inches away from the skin of your stomach.

“We love you, little ones.” he kissed you just above your bellybutton.

It’s Bucky’s turn to lean down, so his lips are inches away from your skin.

“And we love your mommy too, more than she could ever realise.” you smile down at him, he turns his head and winks at you, before switching his head back, and blowing a raspberry. You giggle, pushing his head away.

Steve and him both chuckle, and lay back, putting their hands where their lips used to be.

And that’s how you lay, warm and safe in each others bodies.

A/N: I feel like I’m always ending my chapters in fights, or sleeping. What is wrong with me, I’m soo unoriginal.😫 Please say if it gets too boring

Part Four//

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Come Back Home (P. 2)

Title: Come Back Home (Part 2) Summary: Fem!Omega!Reader x Alpha!Steve Rogers. Omegas are property that are promised to Alphas and they are to be preened to be dutiful. There are rebels in the country, mainly Beta, that take pity on the Omegas and work to hide them and give them suppressants to help curb their heats. The reader happened to fall into a group of drug addicts of a different kind and although they were loyal to the cause, they weren’t smart enough to hide from Natasha. Words: 2,350 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): ABO dynamics, smut, angst, dub-con Author’s Note: I went for a two part story. Please note that there is toxicity about this relationship, so if that offends you, don’t read on!

Part One || Masterpost

The road leading to the house was lined with densely packed trees. There were more neighboring houses than you expected judging on the driveways you passed, but it was far from a city. You had been in the city at a boarding house when you had run away. This was new scenery for you. Some of the trees were turning color and you miserably thought about being trapped inside as the weather became colder. Spring and summer would at least provide escape from outside the walls of the house on a regular basis. Not so much with deep fall and into winter.

You had stayed the night in a hotel, the drive being too long to continue. Natasha had been careful to choose a room without a window in the bathroom so she could trust you to take a shower without trying to escape. Freshly washed and clothed, you were going to be handed over to your Alpha in a presentable manner.

The car began to slow and took a left turn onto a blacktop driveway. When you saw the large iron gate, you began to fidget. The man driving the car leaned out the window to press the security system, telling whoever answered it was you. The door creaked open and your fist clenched, instinctively reaching for the door handle.

Natasha reached over and grasped your hand, stilling your motion.

“Steve will be far better than this,” Natasha told you, gesturing at the handkerchief you were still holding.

You had thought about throwing it on the ground multiple times in defiance but something stopped you each time; you did not want to show disrespect especially since you were back in their grasp and would be at their mercy. And if Steve found out…

Why could they not just give you your medication? You had been doing fine on them. You did not want to be kept away just for him. When the drug distribution had gone cold, that is when you had started having problems, your anxiety and sexual need for Steve creeping back in. It had been like a black cloud slowly engulfing you. When Natasha had found you, it had started becoming truly unbearable. The handkerchief had quelled it slightly, providing comfort but you did not feel entirely secure still. You knew deep down to feel truly secure, that could only be accomplished one way, with Steve, but you were frightened about how he was going to react when he had you.

The driveway was long, lined with dogwood trees. The property had a large yard, the house looming. It was ornate, antique, but beautiful. Steve was old fashioned – it made sense, considering the time jump he had endured.

Steve was waiting on the stairs, his arms crossed. You swallowed sharply seeing how intensely he was staring at the car approaching; it was as if he was staring through the metal at you. You took in the sharp chin, his fit physique showing through his thin Henley shirt. He was even more handsome than you remembered... Your stomach lurched though seeing the stoic expression on his face. The memory of him declaring that he was going to bring you here, keep you away from everyone except him echoed. You had tried to thwart his plan and there was no doubt in your mind he was more than displeased.

The car came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs leading up to the front door.

“I don’t want to,” you blurted to Natasha. “I want to go back home.”

“You are home, Y/N. Don’t be silly,” Natasha dismissed you.

Steve was coming around the SUV and you braced yourself for an onslaught of punishment.

He opened your door and you scooted back against Natasha.

“I want to go home,” you repeated to her.

“Christ,” Natasha grunted, trying to shove you towards Steve.

Ducking to look into the car, Steve pinned you with a stare. “Y/N.” His voice was eerily calm. “Come out.”

You shook your head, not wanting to verbally refuse him. That would be crossing a line you did not want to go over.

A dark cloud passed over his face all the same at you rejecting him even without words. His tone was firm, “Omega. Out. Now.”

Natasha was still at your back, knowing you needed to follow his direction without any help from her since he had given you a direct order.

Stiffly, you came closer, but just out of his reach. Steve sighed loudly, before snatching at you, dragging you out of the car. He swept you up into his arms in a bridal carry, his fingers digging into you.

“Please. I’m sorry,” you told him scared, squirming in his arms, still thinking of what was going to happen to you for retribution for giving him the run around.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he grunted against your struggling. “Don’t fight it. Shh. I am so glad you are home. So happy to have you. We are going to be so happy together. Just us.”

You whimpered, feeling yourself succumbing to his words, his touch bringing you under his thumb slowly but surely. His words seemed as if you were not going to be punished, catching you off guard. He should be mad. Why was he not mad?

He carried you up the stairs through the front door, turning the corner into a huge living room where you spotted Mr. Stark and Bucky sitting on one of the couches. He jumped to attention as soon as he saw you in Steve’s arms.

“Ah, Y/N. There she is,” Mr. Stark said cheerfully. “Welcome home.”

To Steve, he said, “It’d probably be best to do it now while you’ve got her in your arms.”

“Right,” Steve agreed.

Right what?

You struggled again, worrying about what they were talking about. But you could not break Steve’s iron grip.

“What are you going to do?” you asked panicked. “Alpha?”

Steve flinched ever so slightly at the title; you thought for a second, he might relent, but he did not.

Mr. Stark moving caught your attention and you saw him reaching for a bag on the side table. He pulled out a little, circular device, pressing a button and opening it up.

“Barnes,” Mr. Stark said over his shoulder and Bucky stood up from the couch. Mr. Stark gestured at your legs and told him, “I just need one of her ankles. Mind giving me a hand? I don’t think Y/N is going to make this easy.”

“What is that?” you demanded, looking at Steve for an answer. Your fingers curled into his shirt desperately, trying to compel comfort out of him.

“Precaution,” Steve told you curtly.

“I don’t want to wear it!” you protested.

Steve said nothing.

Bucky advanced and you began to kick your legs to try to prevent him from getting a grip on you.

“See,” Mr. Stark sighed, giving you a reproachful look.

“Omega!” Steve barked at you readjusting you in a swift motion to lock you against his chest, your arms pinned between the two of you.

Bucky was at your legs and gripped your calves tightly despite you trying to yank them away. Coupled with Steve’s own hold on you and Bucky on top of that you were not making any progress in getting away from them now.

You felt cold metal around your ankle and heard the sound of the device locking into place.

“Now, if she happens to run away again – which I highly doubt she’ll try after you’re done with her, Steve – you can at least track her down,” Mr. Stark stated, tapping at the device, his fingers brushing your skin.

“Tony,” Steve growled out in warning.

You heard Mr. Stark give a little chuckle, his touch gone. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, Cap. I have my own little dove back home all to myself. I don’t need another. They’re far too needy. I could not stand the idea of having to coddle two.”

Looking down at you tucked against his chest, Steve said firmly, “I’m going to put you down. Do not try to run. Unlike the first time, you’ve got me right here to stop you and I don’t want to have to subdue you, Y/N. Do you understand me?”

Nodding stiffly, you waited for him to loosen his grip. He set you on your feet in front of him, staring intensely down at you. You averted your gaze, falling to the ground. You moved your leg, looking down at the small bracelet now around your ankle. Surmising it was a tracking bracelet, your stomach twisted knowing if you ever felt the need to run again, it would not be possible. This was a common practice with Omega, more so for protection because traffickers tended to search them out. But… this was not what yours was for. At least not entirely.

“Well, I think you guys need to catch up,” Mr. Stark said after a few moments of awkward silence. “Barnes?”

He moved past you and Steve, Bucky following.

As soon as the front door closed, Steve was close, the smell of him all around you. He ran his eyes over you, taking in every detail. Reaching up, his fingers ghosted along the side of your face. You saw his lips turn up slightly in happiness.

His voice was gentle, “You are just as lovely as I remember. I was so worried that something terrible had happened to you. I am so relieved you are safe, standing here in front of me.”

Steve wasted no time, kissing your forehead with purpose, holding you in place. You shivered underneath his touch, your heart rate picking up pace. He inhaled deeply, taking you in, and hummed with approval.

“All mine,” he murmured.

His lips trailed down, his fingers hooking underneath your chin to turn your face to him. Down your temple, to your cheek. Each kiss was increasing your need for more contact from him. When his lips landed on yours, you audibly let out a small moan.

“That’s it,” Steve breathed, both hands cupping the sides of your face. He deepened his kiss, demanding entrance into your mouth. His tongue swirled around yours, dominating you. He pressed against you and you felt his arousal through his trousers. He chuckled when he noticed you fidgeting in response.

“You are beautiful,” Steve praised, his hands slipping up underneath your shirt.

There had barely been a handful of words shared between the two of you ever since you had been promised to him. And yet, all you were thinking about with him so close was pleasing him. You wanted him to take you; your body felt on fire, the all too familiar feeling overcoming you simply because Steve was touching you, scenting you.

“I feel… hot.”

“I’ll help with that,” Steve husked, pulling your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra in one fluid motion. He picked you up, nipping at the skin at your neck.

You gasped, feeling your arousal increasing with every brush of his skin against yours.

“That’s it,” he repeated, lips tracing your skin. “You can’t help yourself. My darling, little Omega. But I’m going to take care of you. Relieve you. Protect you.”

He carried you upstairs, peppering you with kisses along the way after each declaration. His breathing was become more erratic, reacting to you succumbing to your heat that had been threatening to boil over.

The remainder of your clothes were stripped from you and he laid you on the bed, climbing on top of you. Steve’s fingers caressed your breasts, causing you to arch your back towards him. You were quickly losing yourself to anything but craving his touch.

His fingers slipped in between your thighs, delving into your pussy. “Such a good girl. Look how eager you are for me.”

Pulling away, his hands ran down your sides, basking in your naked form in front of him. Steve’s pupils were blown wide with lust, a wild look in his eyes. You just wanted him inside you, and you told him as such by rolling your hips towards him, a soft please leaving your lips.

He pulled away and flipped you onto your stomach, hiking your hips back up to him. Pinning you against the mattress, his large hand rested at the small of your back as he slipped slowly inside, hissing at you stretching around him.

Steve’s nose dug into your neck as he thrusted, inhaling deeply. He growled, “I am so lucky to have you.”

His cock brushed your core and you cried out, your fingers curling into the sheets. Steve’s arms flexed, trying to pull you even closer to his chest. He was teasing, laying sloppy kisses along your shoulder up to your neck. He sucked deeply, breathing raggedly.

“I’m… I’m gonna…” you gasped, heat pooling.

You cried out when he thrusted into you again, buried hilt deep. You felt the warmth of his breath the second before his teeth dug into your neck. You released with a loud cry, clenching around him, sweet relief rushing through your body.

Steve pulled out and slammed back in, his cock thick. He came with a shout, holding you as you still trembled in his embrace.

Cradling you, Steve rolled with you. The soft kiss he laid on your mark sent a shiver through you. Fingers intertwined with yours, his hand engulfed yours.

“I’ll always take care of you,” he pledged gently into your ear. “Don’t ever leave me again, Omega.”

A direct order.

“You’ll be safe with me. You know that, right?”

“Yes,” you whispered. And it was true. You felt more settled and secure than you had since you had run away from him. Being in his arms now that you were claimed was like everything askew inside you had fallen into place. Freedom traded for comfort.

Steve’s voice rumbled low in his chest, “I can’t wait to take you over and over again, Omega. I’m going to cherish you always. You’ll want for nothing, I’ll make sure of that.”

#steve rogers x reader #alpha!steve rogers #alpha!steve #marvel fanfic #marvel fic #my shit

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Rescue (1/10)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Enhanced!Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: violent and abusive situations

Summary: The Avengers are sent in to rescue a group of omegas from the hands of Hydra. There Bucky finds you, an enhanced omega. Can you ever be fully rescued from what Hydra has done to you?

A/N: I’m incredibly excited for this story. I love A/B/O stories and I’ve wanted to do one for quite a while, I just didn’t have the right idea. I’m hoping you all go on this journey with me and that I’m able to contribute something of value to the A/B/O genre. This fic is dedicated to @all1e23 whose fic Heart & Soul is the pinnacle of A/B/O stories. Thanks for always being a source of inspiration.

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“Sergeant Barnes… Sergeant Barnes I need you to wake up.” FRIDAY’s lilting accent comes over the system in Bucky’s room dragging him from his sleep.

“Whatdaya want.” Bucky mumbled into the pillow, squinting one eye open to try to read the time on the clock. 6:35, way too early for the man that never sleeps.

“Captain Rogers has requested your presence in conference room B.” Came FRIDAY’s reply.

“Tell the good Captain to fuck off, FRIDAY.” Bucky grumbled, burrowing deeper into his covers.

“Captain Rogers anticipated that response, Sergeant, and says if you’re not in the conference room in 5 minutes he’s sending Sam to your room with a pitcher of ice water. I believe Sam has opted for a bucket.”

“Alright alright, tell him I’m coming.” Bucky groaned loudly and hauled himself off the bed. He knew Steve was deadly serious about sending Sam after him. He quickly dragged on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and pulled his hair into a low bun. He said he’d show up, he didn’t say anything about looking presentable.

Bucky risked Steve’s wrath with a detour through the kitchen for a cup of coffee. As he was pulling his favorite Star Wars mug from the cabinet Sam came grunting around the corner with a five gallon bucket of water and what appeared to be all the ice from the freezer.

“You can put that away, I’m up,” Bucky said as he poured coffee from the steaming pot on the counter. Sam dropped the bucket down with a thunk and icy water sloshed onto the ground.

“Aw man,” Sam whined, “I was really looking forward to that. I was going to have FRIDAY record it and everything.” Bucky smirked over the rim of his mug as he took a sip. “Come on man, Steve’s getting antsy. This is a big one.”

Bucky followed Sam down the hallway away from the kitchen, past the lab where Bruce sat tinkering and into the conference room. He found Steve, Nat, Tony, and Clint already gathered, their eyes plastered to the holoscreen in front of them. Bucky studied the screen and easily recognized it as a Hydra base buried deep in a mountain range.

“What’s the story?” Bucky asked as the eyes in the room swiveled to him. Steve took in his disheveled appearance and rolled his eyes before launching in.

“Ok, let’s start.” Everyone moved around the table and grabbed a seat as Steve began sliding briefing files in front of them. Bucky caught his and flipped the file open revealing a photo of an emaciated girl in threadbare clothes. His stomach clenched at the obvious signs of abuse on her body.

“This girl was picked up in a small town in the Ural Mountains.” “Where?” Sam quipped “Russia.” Bucky muttered, knowing the area far too well.

“Right,” said Steve, “she’s an omega and she says she escaped from this base where they are experimenting on a group of young omegas.”

“Experimenting how?” Nat asked, her mouth drawn into a tight grimace

“They got ahold of something alien and they’re trying to enhance the girls. Give them powers.” Steve replied.

“Why would they want to enhance an omega? Everyone wants their omegas weak and submissive." Clint spat bitterly. As the only omega in the room Clint was especially disturbed by the file he was reading through.

“Not everyone, sweet ‘Mega.” Nat purred with a reassuring hand on Clint’s knee. Steve cleared his throat and carried on.

“Apparently they’ve also been working on the area of the brain that controls submission. I think they’re trying to create an army of enhanced omegas that will submit to whatever their alphas tell them to do.” Steve stated.

“Makes sense," Sam said, “It’d be hard to get a group of enhanced alphas to submit to anything.”

“Exactly," Steve replied. “The objective is to take down the base and rescue the hostages. Bucky, do you recognize the place?” Steve’s voice was strained as he asked the question but Bucky knew where he was going with it.

“Yeah, I’ve been there.” Bucky said, his voice tight.

“Ok, Bucky gets in and finds the hostages and we keep the battle away from the omegas. Draw Hydra outside and light ‘em up. Tony, you take out security, Clint, your our sniper. Sam, Tasha and I will keep the fight on the ground-“

“-or in the air-“ sam quips

“-and give Bucky time to rescue hostages. From what we’re told, there’s only about a dozen. Some of them are pretty young. Let’s not screw this one up guys.” The group nodded their assent.

“Let’s suit up.”

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Bucky could smell fear on the air as soon as he breeched the Hydra facility. It tickled his nose and unsettled his stomach. Omega fear, the place was rank with it. He moved like a ghost through the halls, taking out stray Hydra agents as he went. He could hear the chatter of the main battle over his comms.

Steve: Three on your left Tasha

Sam: I got ‘em

Natasha: Thanks Sam

Bucky tuned out the chatter and continued his portion of the mission, rescuing the omegas that were being experimented on in this facility. He moved deeper into the maze of the base. Enemy agents became fewer till there was no sound but that of his own blood rushing in his ears, his heart beating in his chest. Bucky passed an open doorway with a stairwell beyond and the stench of fear nearly made him gag. It was rolling up from the depths of the tunnels below. He could also smell the hot metallic hint of another Alpha.

Bucky braced himself and moved steadily down the stairs. He’d reached the deepest place this base had to offer, where the tunnels turned to stone caverns and the cages were built out of the mountain itself. He never could have prepared for the sight that greeted him. Omegas chained to the cave walls. Girls no older than 20, emaciated and dressed in fabric far too thin for the chilly damp air. They cowered away from him as he approached. He was an Alpha and Alphas meant suffering. There were no sweet alpha smells here, the acrid, burning stench of fear blanketed everything and he had to cover his nose with his gloved hand to keep from retching.

You sensed Bucky approaching the cave where you and your Alpha stood waiting. You smelled him before you saw him and a gasp choked in your throat as you did. You hadn’t smelled a sweet smelling Alpha since you’d been ripped from your father’s arms 15 years ago. The scent of sunshine and soil and fresh cut grass cut through the stink that usually flooded your senses and you stumbled back a few steps into your Alpha’s burly chest. He grabbed you roughly by the throat and brought his nose to your scent gland, reminding you who’s you were. His scent was all metal and blood but it was fighting for dominance at the moment. His deep voice whispered in your ear,

“When that Alpha comes around the corner you’ll do as I say, won’t you Omega. You’ll do as I say or I’ll put a bullet through your skull.” You nodded your submission, your whole body trembling.

Bucky heard the man’s whispered threat and tightened his grip on his gun. He was steps away from the cave when a smell reached him and confused his senses. Lavender. True, pure lavender like the kind his Ma used to grow in her window box. She’d take ripped stockings and make little bundles of lavender to sell on Sundays. He couldn’t understand how your scent was cutting through all the fear in this dungeon but he knew that’s exactly what it was- you, reaching out to him, begging him to save you.

Bucky stepped around the corner and locked eyes with you, his gun trained directly between your Alpha’s eyes. His scent overwhelmed you. As a bonded Omega another Alpha’s scent shouldn’t have this much of an effect on you but it did. You couldn’t describe how his scent made you feel, you’d only felt fear for so long. But now something else began to creep in. You became aware that your Alpha was shouting at you.

“I said deal with him, you bitch!” He snarled. His grip was still around your neck and he thrust you away from his chest toward Bucky like a shield. The sight made Bucky’s hackles rise. Electricity crackled at your fingertips but you already knew you’d never make a move to harm the man standing in front of you. Bucky glanced down at your hands and then looked back to you questioningly. You let the lighting in your hands fizzle out, your gaze promising him you’d never use it against him.

“You think I’m fucking around you dirty little cunt!?” Your Alpha shouted. He kicked the back of your knees out, dropping you to the ground as he pulled his gun from his holster and pressed it painfully to the back of your head. Bucky rushed forward as close as he could, the cave’s bars keeping you an arms length away. “Fucking finish him or I’ll finish you,” your Alpha screamed.

“Drop the gun asshole,” Bucky growled. Your Alpha sneered in response and pressed the gun harder against your head.

Tears streamed down your face as you dropped your gaze to the floor. You felt bile rise to the back of your throat. You knew you were sealing your own fate with your next words,

“I won’t do it. I won’t fight him” You whispered, sobbing quietly. The gun cocked immediately and a shot rang out, the echo ricocheting off the walls. Before you could register what had happened a pain like you’d never felt was ripping through your chest. Someone somewhere was screaming while you lay on the floor clutching your chest as wave after wave of burning pain washed over you. The sound of metal being ripped apart and there are hands on you, gentle hands brushing the hair out of your face.

“What is it? Where are you hurt?” His voice is frantic and still someone is screaming. The pain doesn’t stop.

“Try to calm down. Let me help you. Shh, shh, sweet girl.” Bucky’s voice is slowly anchoring you. You realize the screaming is you and with that knowledge the screaming stops, replaced by a low groaning.

“Please, tell me where you’re hurt” “You killed him. You killed my Alpha.” It’s the only coherent thought you can communicate and you look up at your rescuer, your eyes begging him to understand. Bucky’s eyes widen in fear. He didn’t know, he couldn’t have known how much danger he was putting you in by saving your life. “How long were you bonded?” He asks desperately as he begins to gather you into his arms.

“Since I was twelve.” You’re groaning and shaking violently. Bucky’s stomach heaves at the thought of a bonded twelve year old but it’s much worse than that. If he doesn’t get you help in the next few minutes, you’re going to die.

Chapter 2

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #alpha buck #alpha bucky barnes #a/b/o

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until-we-fall-in-love · 4 years

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Into the Hush: Chapter Three

-Chapter Two-

Into the Hush Masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, slight Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: It’s only ever been you and the rugged wilderness; both unkempt and undomesticated. Until it isn’t anymore.

(1870s Cowboy AU. A/B/O AU. Gothic/horror.)

Warnings: Violence, gore, parental loss, grieving, A/B/O dynamics, smut in later chapters.

If you are under 18, you should not be reading this!

A/N: oof. SO sorry for lightly disappearing on this series and Ingenue. as an apology, i will be posting the next chapter of this series tomorrow since it was originally all one chapter and then got way too long! so, two for one! kinda! i had some trouble with this chapter and the next in terms of pacing, but they are finished, pls let me know what you thought! thank you for waiting so patiently!

(keep an eye out for the next chapter of Ingenue at the end of this week!)

***

You ride hard and swift back into town, the landscape a blur of darkness, grey, and whirling. A vortex that you are sucked into. All you can do is cling to the saddle, try to focus on Bucky’s arm that has you pinned to him, that keeps you upright in the saddle.

Your head is throbbing, eyes faraway. You think maybe this is a nightmare, too. You will wake up soon, you try to will it into existence, you will wake up and your father will be alive and downstairs, you beg the universe.

But not this time, this time there is no nightmare to escape from. There is nothing to wake up to.

A choked sob escapes your lips, wobbling, as you realize you’re practically an orphan now. You’re an adult, but all of your kin is dead. Leaving you here, alone and unsure and grasping at their ghosts.

Maybe Bucky is saying something, maybe he’s trying to comfort you, but it all sounds so far away. Garbled and foggy, the thundering of hooves on the ground, the feel of his chest to your back. It all seems so distant, surreal. You keep seeing blood and the angle of your father’s neck, images seared and ruthlessly cut into your mind.

Inconsolable.

Unhinged.

You’re never going to forget this. You will never heal from this, you think.

Bucky jerks his horse to a stop and you try to focus enough to see Natasha on her horse, Wanda clinging to her tightly, burying her face in Natasha’s back but it looks like—

Looks like there’s dark, slick blood on Wanda’s dress. In her hair. Just like your father, like the walls of the home you grew up in. The floors now sticky with it.

You’ll drown in it.

“Someone killed her brother.” Natasha tells Bucky and it is so jarring and sharp that it slaps you back into a certain clarity. Your brain rattles, and you blink hard through it all.

“Pietro?” You say faintly.

“She killed her attacker.” Natasha then says and you look at Wanda, who is covered in blood. She is thick with it. You are not imagining it, you are not imagining the horror of it all, but it is real. A demon come to life, your night terrors that swim before your eyes.

“Rumlow killed her father.” Bucky says, “He's still alive. I don’t think he’s going to stop.”

Natasha curses.

You feel like you’re going to be sick; hearing it aloud makes you gasp and gag a little into the palms of your hands and Bucky’s arm tightens on you. The metal one that is cool and strong and that you cling to.

“Get her out of here.” Natasha then says, “Ride east, we’ll find you. I’m going to find Steve and Sam.”

Bucky doesn’t answer, but turns his horse swiftly and kicks it into another gallop. The wind is hard and cuts against your cheeks, whips through your hair as you hang on with everything you have left. You ride and ride and ride and don’t look back, find yourself slack and lost and your eyes swimming with more tears.

The ride is far longer than you think it will be. Or maybe your sense of time is off, warped and spinning. You wish you could rest, you wish you could shut your eyes and find more than horrors behind them.

“Sleep,” Bucky pleads with you as your cries grow quieter, walking his horse onward and into the dark, “Sleep.” He says because it’s better than being awake right now, it’s better than remembering.

Sleep never comes.

Eventually he slows to a stop and helps you down. You sink onto your knees the moment you hit earth and vomit right there. It all wretches up from inside of you and spills out, burns through you and tears start anew. You gag and sob and dig your nails into the dirt.

You can’t stop seeing all that red. You can’t stop thinking that he is gone forever. You scramble to think of the last good memory you have of your father, you reach to try and see past all the blood and gore and his old, helpless neck sliced and spilling open. You think of his last moments and another sob, another noise so deep and horrible comes up and out of you; an animal noise that wracks through you because you think of him alone and defenseless.

Bucky holds your hair back, rubs your shoulders but it’s all faint and far away. “Let it out,” He might’ve told you or maybe “I’m so sorry.”

When you’ve calmed somewhat, he gives you water. It’s surprisingly cool against your lips, against your chin. Time moves in a strange, uncertain and hazy way. Maybe an hour or three later, Sam, Steve, Natasha, and Wanda arrive. It is still endlessly dark. A long and horrible night.

Wanda falls into your arms, stained darkly in the night. You both cling to each other, try to keep each other up but your knees give out and hers come down moments later. Your fingers dig deeply into her shoulder blades, grasping at her, desperate. Wanda’s little fingers are tight and biting into your sides, along the notches of your ribs.

Natasha approaches with gentleness, and her scent is calming, a balm of lavender and thyme, the spice of bergamont low and soft.

“We have to keep moving,” She murmurs and she does not touch either of you, but waits as you both raise your heads, blink owlishly through tears and blurry eyes. “We’re going to try and stop by a river or lake for the night.”

She doesn’t say it, but you know she means so Wanda and you can rinse any blood from you. Try to clean you of all the misery. Wordlessly, Wanda rises, and she eases you up, too. Gently, she wipes your tears from your cheeks.

You bow your head to press it into her forehead.

More tears slip free, Wanda squeezes your hand, and then she straightens again and turns back to Natasha. She clenches her jaw, holds all her sorrow carefully inside of her and you become suddenly aware at how strong Wanda is. You’ve always known but now, looking at her covered in crimson and with wet cheeks and a set jaw, you realize she is no stranger to tragedy. There is an anger that simmers beneath her skin, that touches her scent and makes it spiced and pungent, almost sour.

Silently, like a bloody phantom, she follows Natasha back to her horse.

You try to steady your breathing and go back to Bucky. He’s uneasy, unsure, but he doesn’t step near you, doesn’t grab at you. He doesn’t pull you in or try to act overprotective. He watches with tenderness, with a sad sort of gentleness.

He doesn’t help you onto his horse, but let’s you do it yourself. Strangely, you’re thankful for the independence, forcing you to be strong, use your legs and thighs and arms to hoist yourself up. Then he gets on, too.

He doesn’t say anything when you let yourself sink into his solid, warm chest, though. You rest there and he rides onward.

At some point, you fall into an unsettled sleep, tuck your chin to your chest and try to rest. You can still faintly hear the sound of hooves on the earth, maybe Steve or Sam speaking up from time to time, guiding you all onward.

“Is she sleeping?” Steve asks at one point when you’re in between sleep and waking.

“Yeah,” Bucky answers quietly, “Thankfully.”

There is a long pause.

“Steve,” Bucky says and his voice is strained, like maybe he’ll cry. “I- It was horrible.”

Another long pause where maybe you drift off into a deeper sleep. Your eyes are so heavy, so swollen from crying that you couldn’t fully wake if you tried.

You don’t hear it, but Steve says, “We’re gonna look out for them now, Buck.” And he’s got a real sorrowful note in his voice, like he’s hurting for you, too.

After another three hours of riding, Bucky finally urges you awake slowly, regretfully. He knows now you may have a harder time sleeping. You rise, blink sluggishly, allow everything to come back to you slowly. It makes your ribs ache.

This time, Bucky helps you down, tries to steady you with gentle, careful hands.

He looks as if he wants to say something, stares at you in the darkness. Maybe you should thank him for saving you. Maybe he wants to reach out and touch you, like he might just pull you into his chest again.

But there are no words for grief like this. He knows this, too. He knows what it’s like to be told empty, hollow words when you’re hurting this badly. He doesn’t say anything and he lets you turn away from him.

You go back to Wanda. Natasha leads you to a lake that laps quietly on the sandy, smooth shore. The moon over the water makes it shimmer silver, glitter white in the darkness. You wish you could love it more, wish you could appreciate the sweet moonshine and the push, pull of the steady water.

“I’ll turn around and keep watch, give you both time.” Natasha then offers and you’re glad for the privacy; though a woman, Natasha is still an Alpha, and to be seen so bare by one makes you feel unsettled. You shouldn’t care now of all times, but a semblance of normalcy soothes you in the smallest way.

“I’ll place clean clothes on the bank here,” She then adds, and you’d been in such a dazed state that you hadn’t even noticed she’d grabbed them before bringing you both to the lake.

“I know it’s not much, but it’s all we had. When we make it to the next town, we’ll get you both more.” Natasha says, “Besides, it might help—“ she abruptly stops, rethinking her words.

But Wanda finishes her thought with a bitter voice, “Disguise our scents?”

Natasha nods solemnly in the darkness, and Wanda turns away from her and towards the open, rolling water.

True to her word, Natasha shifts away from you both, away from the lake, and looks out.

Steve, Sam, and Bucky are setting up camp for the night a little ways away. You try to take comfort in the sounds of the night, the insects and the frogs around the lake that croak and hum. The lake is gentle and steady, reminding you to breathe.

Wanda undresses first, throws her bloody dress on the ground unceremoniously. Blank faced, she wades into the cold water. You follow, undressing slower than she had, trying not to think about how the blood on the hem is your father’s. You take in a shuddering breath, try to keep all your hurt at bay. You let the water distract you, let your feet sink into the sand. The water is frigid, makes your skin pebble with goosebumps, makes you suck in fresh air between your clenched teeth. It effectively clears your head, and allows you to wade out further to Wanda. She stands with water kissing her waist, the moon’s light cutting across her features. She looks up at the sky and sea of stars.

“I killed him quickly.” Wanda says suddenly. She looks angelic in the silver light, her pale skin luminous, but there is a glint to her eyes that is a little unhinged, burning too bright. You think that this is how angel’s would’ve looked, anyways, with barbed wire halos and blood on their skin. Warriors of heaven, with their teeth bared and crackling energy.

“I wish he would’ve suffered more.” Wanda says with a strange, distant expression.

“I wish I would’ve killed Rumlow.” You say, but you aren’t sure if you mean it or not.

As if she can sense it, she vows, “One of us will.” And then she walks further out into the water, the blood fanning out around her like a crimson aura, a blackened shadow in the dark.

You tip your heads back in the water as if you’re being baptized, and come out of the water new and raw and shuddering as if you’re on the teetering edge of becoming.

***

You don’t sleep for the rest of the night. Bucky is awake keeping watch, sharpening a knife, cleaning his guns.

The clean shirt Natasha had given you is Bucky’s. You can tell because there’s pine and gun smoke on the collar of it, rather than Steve’s cotton and cedar wood, nor Sam’s honey warm and smoky scent. The trousers are Natasha’s. She’d braided your wet hair after you’d gotten out of the lake.

You shift to sit beside Bucky. It’s still dark, but the sliver of the sun rises on the sloping horizon. He is silent as he sets his weapons aside, as he looks up at the opening sky.

“I’m sorry,” He finally says and you can tell he means it with all that he has.

You exhale hard, feeling the sudden burn and tightness of your throat. Looking at him is difficult because you feel painfully close to him at the same time that you feel miles away. Your heart aches for everything; for your father, for yourself, because Bucky saved you, dragged you away kicking and screaming. Because he’s been so horribly kind to you. You ache because you’re being thrown into a cruel and callous world very sharply, because you feel suddenly young and lost and with no mother or father to guide you. The past is too pressing, there’s too many ghosts now that linger in your heart. They won’t rest tonight.

You inhale slowly and try to keep your tears at bay.

You flounder for what to say, there’s too much, so many words that come to mind and dissipate just as quickly. You open your mouth, close it, try again, and what ends up coming out on a broken cry is;

“I didn’t get to bury him.”

Bucky looks at you with shining eyes, “Oh, honey,” He chokes out with a rough voice, breaks finally, and he does reach for you now. He pulls you into his chest with a strong arm, winds his arm around your back and shoulders. You willingly fall into him the same way that you used to fall as a child; heavily and with too much trust.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders and arm, burrow hard into the thick cords of his muscles. He holds you fierce to him, as if he’s trying to keep you from unraveling between his hands.

You try to swallow your sobs but your body trembles with their force. Your cries are muffled into Bucky’s chest, as you try to dig your forehead into him, as if you could press hard enough and maybe the whole world except his heartbeat will fall away.

A broken sob escapes you, muffled into his chest.

“I know,” He says quietly, his voice thick and choked. He rocks you slow, almost cradles you to him. He holds you so tightly that you think he may be trying to leach the heartache from you and take it on himself, as if he could crush you in enough affection and care that it might make you whole again. It’s grounding, his scent is soothing, you sink into him the way your heart has sunken into the depths of you.

He holds you like that until you quiet, until the sun breaks through the endless dark and you are able to stand on your own two feet again.

***

A sense of security creeps over the group in the coming days, in the few short weeks you all travel onward to the next town. But your hackles are raised, shoulders always tensed, your eyes always gleaming in the same way a fox’s might. Both predator, with its sharp toothed smile, and prey with the fur of its back standing up.

You dream of storms brewing, the calm before it, the way the pressure builds in the air. No one dares to say it, but they suspect Rumlow may have given up his search for you. Perhaps you were too much work, perhaps he wised up and stopped.

But you know, in some cavernous part of you, that it isn’t over. Wanda feels it, too, deeply unsettled and staring hard into the distance like she might be able to see the danger before it arrives this time.

You lie awake at night beside Wanda, listen to the Alphas talk.

“He might’ve given up on her,” Sam says quietly, hopefully. The fire crackles softly. You pretend to sleep under a flood of stars and sky and open wilderness. It brings comfort to your stirring heart. You hold your breath at the mention of Rumlow, though.

“I don’t think so,” Bucky says after a moment of silence, his voice is as rough as the side of jagged mountains. “She can feel it, too. So can Wanda. It’s all unfinished.”

“Buck, they’re both gonna be on edge for awhile after all of that,“ Steve starts to say, “She’s not going to be the same after this—“

“I know,” Bucky grits out, and there’s a protective warning in his tone, a threat to not speak further on you. It’s almost a growl, a tone you have never heard him take, especially not with Steve, with his pack.

Alphas, though sometimes territorial, are fiercely loyal. Once a pack is developed, it is not about rank and territory, rather about protection and care. You’ve never heard this pack quarrel, nor try to pull rank or growl at each other. Perhaps in jest, but the tone that Bucky had just used almost startles you.

“Omegas can sense these things.” Bucky continues after the tense moment of silence, “The same way their bodies know the seasons, or how they know when it’s going to rain.”

He’s right. Omegas are attuned to nature in a way that Alpha’s are not; they’re more observant, more sensitive to the world whether they realize it or not. There are old rumors of Omegas sensing danger hours before it happens or even stranger stories of clairvoyant Omegas.

“An Omega’s intuition is like no other.” Natasha adds quietly, contemplatively. All old tales that perhaps hold a little meaning.

You lie awake and think about all that dread welling up inside you, ready to burst. You know it will not be this easy for much longer. A storm brews, the air is charging.

You feel haunted in some way, as if the past isn’t finished with you yet.

Your dreams do not relent that night, or for many nights to follow.

***

You’ve been growing restless, antsy to run around. You miss your freedom, you miss the farm, you miss all the places that you and Wanda would uncover. You miss normalcy, you miss your bed and the mountain tops you could see from your porch. Now the landscape is ever changing, new and troublesome and long. You miss the days when you felt young and light and bubbling with curiosity.

Bucky hovers by you, as if he can sense the rising danger, too. He’s become your shadow, dogging your steps.

His presence is soothing in some ways; you know he would do anything to protect you, but in other ways you aren’t ready to soften. You feel like fighting and screaming and shouting. His watchful eyes are both a comfort and a source of agitation.

There’s a tension between the two of you, a string slowly pulling taut. When you travel on horseback, you lean back into his comfort, but refuse his help and shake off his tender hands or gentleness.

Bucky takes you out hunting during the afternoon; he’s the best shot of the group (maybe besides Natasha), and he knows that you like to wander deeper into the woods and wildlife. You like to focus all of your restless energy into tasks, into keen observation and hunting.

You savor the cool shadow of treetop, the way they create patterns of light on the forest floor. You wade through the underbrush and fauna quietly, one of Bucky’s guns warm in your palm. He walks behind you, his footsteps heavier on the earth.

A twig or two snap beneath his boot, the brush of grass too loud. You know everything will be startled off if this keeps up.

“You’re too loud,” You tell him through your teeth, turning to face him.

His eyebrows shoot up, surprised, before settling into a furrow. “I am not.”

“You are,” You protest, “You’re going to scare everything off.”

He looks offended, “I’ve hunted like this for years.”

“And I’m sure it’s taken you too long each time.” You snipe back.

He stops in his place, narrowing his eyes at you, “Well if you’re such an expert,” He says, crossing his large arms over his chest. “I’ll let you do it all.”

You stop now, too, gaze back hard at him. It’s just shy of a glare. “Fine,” You say, and stomp back over to him, “But I’ll need more bullets.”

He goes to reach for them in his belt, but you’re already there, in front of him, too close. His scent becomes darker, muskier, especially as you tip your face up to meet his eyes defiantly. A flush crawls over your cheeks, much to your irritation.

Your hands, nimble and quick, find where they’re snugly tucked away on his belt. You’re quick to pluck bullets from the pouch, place them into your waiting palm.

Reflexively, Bucky’s hands come up a little, gun still in one, surprised with your forwardness. “Easy,” He teases a little and you hate how low and welcoming his voice is. How much it affects you.

“Just stay put.” You say back, a bite to your tone.

“Yes, ma’am.” Bucky responds and you hate the little smile on his lips, the crinkle of his eyes. You hate that his happiness makes you unfurl, that you have to bite back a smile, too.

Regardless, you step away from him and off into the woods. You wander deeper, quietly, careful to keep your breathing slow and your steps cautious. You think of what your father taught you; think like prey, walk like prey. The memory that resurfaces of him, in the woods out back with you, young and excited to help him, is one that sends an ache through you. It hurts to think of in equal measures that you are happy to have the memory, hold it dear to you. The pain of his loss does not cripple you anymore; it’s still there, but healing. And you know he wouldn’t have wanted it to. No, the memory of him is slowly becoming fond and painted in the gold of childhood.

Like now, in the forests with the tall, safe trees and warm light of summer slipping through the cracks. The sound of songbirds, fluttering wildly, happily in the trees. You miss your father, but there are reasons to be happy still, there are reasons to run and shout and sing.

Your father tells you so in dreams of hazy violet and warm rosewood. He does not want you to weep for him and it’s hard, it’s so damn hard, but you will push forward.

You focus on the gentle wind, the swaying of the trees in the breeze, the way the grass sounds beneath your quiet feet. You focus on your beating heart, the steady brag of it, the warmth of Bucky’s eyes on you.

You glance back at him, see that he’s still standing where you left him, arms across his chest, watching you fondly. Your heart flutters without your consent and you wish you could shush it, soothe it.

He drives you wild, whether you like it or not.

You push onward, focusing on the task at hand, at proving him that you’re right. You move deeper into the woods, your eyes trained on the lines of trees in front of you. You wait for movement. Time slips away a little, the world narrowing down until you catch a flash.

Your reflexes are quick and the gunshot rings out through the forest, sending birds scattering into the air, out of branches and into the sky. It takes one more shot, quick, and sharp for you to take down the rabbit.

You turn back in the direction you left Bucky and for a moment, you think you’ve lost him, before he comes jogging through the forest to you from where you left him. Before he can fully catch up to you, you begin walking over to the rabbit and he follows after.

You stand now before it, Bucky coming to your side.

Then you look at him, a smug smirk twisting your features. “I told you,” You say and Bucky shakes his head a little. A strand of his dark hair slips from the bun it’d been in. You try not to think of brushing it from his face.

“It’s a clean shot,” You then say, almost arrogantly.

“Yeah, it’s a clean shot.” Bucky agrees and he can’t hold back his slight smile. “Alright, killer,” He then says and tousles your hair, “I’ll follow your lead from now on.”

You bat his hands off of you but you return his smile, lighter than you’ve felt in a long time. Bucky seems to see it, too, marvels a little at your strength and the brightness of you. How ferociously you shine despite everything.

“I think that’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said to me,” You tell him and he laughs, hearty and open, which echoes around the caverns of your chest and fills you to the brim.

***

You start bickering with Bucky, too, over small, ridiculous things. Which way is better to cook over an open fire, if the sky is richly blue or plum purple, if the mornings are better or the evenings. Your squabbling turns physical; stealing bandanas and guns and food from the other. It’s playful sometimes, with the two of you pestering each other with amusement. Sometimes you chase each other round a campfire in the evening, in the forests during the afternoon, splash through a pond while the sun is high and hot. Other times, they’re heated little exchanges, getting too close, breathless with your irritation and him, only to repel apart like magnets that have too much force between them.

Sometimes you fight over big things, too. He doesn’t like leaving you alone, he doesn’t like letting you wander into the forests alone, splash through the creeks and hop from stone to stone. He says it’s because, at the end of the day, none of you know where Rumlow is. You don’t know if he’s given up or if he’s far nearer than any of you think.

“What if he were to ambush you?” Bucky asks you and there’s almost a wild look to him.

“I’d have one of your guns, wouldn’t I?” You shoot back and maybe the sun cuts across your face in a way that makes your eyes flash.

“Well, yes, but what if he’s got more men?” Bucky counters, “What if you’re outnumbered? And he’s just waiting until you’re all alone?”

“What am I supposed to do, sit under your arm like some broken--” You start to seethe.

“I didn’t say that,” Bucky interrupts you sharply, his tone veering into the command of an Alpha. The fact that he even tries to take that tone with you makes your lips curl up into a snarl.

“But that’s what you want, isn’t it?” You hiss back, fierce, stepping up to him. You’ve never cowered in the face of an Alpha, not even when they take this tone with you, expecting your submission, and you don’t with him, either. “You want me to follow you around like some helpless creature!”

“I don’t,” Bucky says and his voice is low, “I’ve never wanted that.” His eyes are fever bright and you realize how near you are to each other, feeling the sweep of heat that spins through your body. A storm brews inside of you, you can feel the pressure of it. It’ll expand soon, you think, and you’re scared for when it does.

“I’ve only ever wanted your safety.” Bucky says and his tone is gentler now, coaxing, like he’s trying to ease you into surrendering. You bunch your shoulders, tense them up as if it’ll make you bigger, harder to fight. You hate this tone right now, too, you hate that his voice does have an effect on you. Some most inner, base part of you feels like snarling or lying down, belly up and vulnerable for him--

“I can take care of myself.” You say instead, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with the wash of feelings, and turn from him sharply. You walk towards the line of trees that marks the forest. You crave solace.

You are aware of the eyes on you from the small camp that the group has set up, you think you hear Natasha say quietly, “Don’t get involved with them, Steve,” And then, “They need to have it out.”

You hear Bucky follow you, the drag of his feet against the grass. You whirl on him and he stops dead in his tracks at the suddenness.

“Do not follow me.” You growl and it’s a true sound, from deep within you, as if you’d suddenly grown the sharp teeth of a wolf.

You think a worse Alpha would’ve forced you down, would’ve snarled something back, dragged you back to camp kicking and screaming. You think a worse man would hate your temper and your independence, you think that you are too brave, like your father said.

But Bucky stares at you hard, some unreadable expression upon his face. His jaw ticks, the muscle clenching, you think with anger, but his scent becomes sharp with cold fear. He is scared for you.

He does not follow you, though, because you told him not to.

Later, when you return to camp before the sun has set, you go straight into Wanda’s arms. You let her hold you against her body by the fireplace as the Alpha’s cook dinner over the leaping flames. She strokes your hair slowly, carefully weaves her fingers through it, working against your scalp slowly. You grow soothed in her arms, in the warm rose scent of her neck. She smells like home, like childhood and youth and love.

You don’t say a word to Bucky. You go to sleep beside Wanda, the pair of you always in the middle, surrounded by a group of Alphas, protected, safe, precious.

She lets you burrow into her body, her small fingers roaming over the planes of your soft back. You arch into her like a cat.

“You’re testing each other,” Wanda says quietly, just before you’re about to sleep.

“Hm?” You mumble into her throat.

“You’re pushing each other’s boundaries.” She says again and you know that she means you and Bucky. You tense. “You know why, don’t you?” She asks you quietly.

You shake your head against her neck, nuzzle deeper into her as if you could hide from her answer. She is quiet for a long moment and you hope that perhaps she will drop the conversation entirely.

But then, against your temple, she murmurs,“You’re growing warmer by the day.” And she drags her knuckles over your shoulder blades, “You know what’s coming, don’t you?”

A storm, you want to say, dizzying and horrifying. Something horrible.

You don’t speak, though, and she keeps trying to soothe you, and you fall asleep with your heart pattering against hers.

You dream of running from something, crashing through the woods with flowers wound tightly in your hair, petals falling loose and thorns being torn against your skin. You dream of heat in your stomach, too low, twisting and snaking and making you tremble.

You dream of coyotes baying, the sound of ripping flesh, a pack of animals hot on your heels. You wake with sudden gasps, so hot that you’re fearful for a moment that, that--

You don’t dare say it, because you don’t know what it means, then. You don’t dare say it because it terrifies you. You don’t dare say it in hopes of never having it.

So you burrow down back against Wanda, cling to her form and fall back into restless, violent sleep.

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You Live With Ghosts: WS!Bucky Barnes x Reader 2/9

Summary: Reader is a high ranking Hydra agent named, Ghost Mark. Doing their assassinations and their dirty working: even fighting Captain America. You are then placed in training the new fist of Hydra, Winter Soldier.

Rating: Mature Content (+18) swearing- explicit language, smut -later on. Mentions of abuse/ rape content - nothing in detail, just mentioned. Fighting, blood and death of characters.

Warnings for THIS chapter: Death. Swearing. Fighting. Talk of mind control.

Note: I used sites for the Russian language, if anything is wrong, please tell me because I’m not Russian. Reader’s ‘character’ is based upon the real Marvel character, Madame Hydra. I’ll be adding in my own ocs for this series!

~Previous~

“Mission Report, 1956,” your commander asked The Asset.

Your back against the cold wall, his frame hunched against the steel table and hair imposing on his face. His eyes sweep to you, blank and dule as usual, but you know the gesture.

You’ve been through this before, even if he doesn’t remember. You nod once, barely. He notices it. His senses are immaculate that he can hear your heart beating, feel your warmth, see your goosebumps from a long distance.

He lifts his gaze, heavy on the man before him.

“Снова.” (Again)

You called into the cold room, the only sounds were the heavy panting of the two agents and The Asset, his arm whirring with the movements. Heavy footfalls and skilled hands blocking his knife-wielding right hand.

“Быстрее.” (Faster)

You called and that seemed to hit a nerve, the knife that was trying to stab through the two Agents was then hurled towards you, barley skimming your shoulder. A smirk pulled at the corners of your mouth, he had gone longer this time around at taking your commands.

“There he is,” You smile and he seems to falter, eyes dancing around the room and the two agents make moves to restrain him but you wave your hand. You wanted to see where this went, “Do you know where you are?”

He looks at you, standing tall and menacingly broad. A shake of his head, his hair now longer obstructs his face and you walk over, a languid pace before your standing in front of him.

“Russia, 1956,” you tell him honestly, “You’re training these new agents,” you gesture to the young Agents who are ready to go for another round with him. “I’m Y/N, your handler,” his eyes dart around your face again before a simple nod is given.

There’s a brief pause, his shallow breathing turns back to normal and his metal hand turns into a fist- for a moment you think he might snap, he’s done it before- but his eyes glance to the agents. His face goes blank, back to unreadable and expressionless.

“Make me proud?” You try and his demeanour changes with that request, “show them they made a mistake... kill one, for me?” It was an odd request but this would prove his loyalty, his trust and need to listen.

You stepped back, watching as his shoulders hunch and he flips another knife into his other hand, an effortless trick and graceful air to his movements. He then attacks; the way he strikes, it’s a lot like you because he learnt from you.

Your old KGB ways, your ballet and silent assassination lessons have made him an even deadlier silent killer. His brute force alone, plus with his silence is a deadly package deal.

You’re proud.

He kills one. A knife through the temple whilst holding the other back by his throat, you smile a little when he looks at you- his need for approval and praise.

“Very good,” he doesn’t show any signs of liking the praise or disliking it.

The other agent looks at his partner in horror, his eyes go wide and look at you, despite the metal hand around his throat. He snarls as he tries to break the hold, glaring your way, “Я, блядь, убью тебя-“ (I’ll fucking kill you-“)

Only he doesn’t get to finish, the hand flexing around his throat tightens in grip. The air being cut off from him, you widen your eyes and step forward only to recoil when you hear the crunching and a finale snap.

The boys body goes limp. Foot twitching and face purple. He carelessly let’s go and the body fulls with a thump, in an instant five other agents come in along with lab coats. The Asset disregards them and looks at you, there’s a flash of something on his face when he looks at you- familiarity.

“Никто не угрожает тебe.” (No one threatens you.)

His voice is low, an edge of something possessive about it, yet holds no authority over you. You step forward to him; ignoring the warnings from the others till you’re standing beside him.

“You know who I am?” You ask and he nods once.

You question how he remembers once he is put away in his cell. Something to do with the routine of your training, how they never really wipe everything from him- just enough to help or stop him from rebelling. He’s become familiar with you.

“Training seems to be going well,” Simonè stats when you watch the bodies from earlier be picked up and taken away to be burned.

You’re silent before looking at her, “he remembers me. Not really- just knows me, knows what I am to him,” she nods once.

“That’s a good thing,” she nudges, “a bond. He needs a leader, an alpha type. The Winter Soldier is learning from the best,” you can’t help but smile at that.

Training the worlds deadliest machine. You’re doing that.

“God, if Captain America could see what we’re doing, and going to do with his friend,” you laughed lightly but it wasn’t real, it felt forced and you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder to where they lead him away. “...he’d kill us all,” you mutter.

“Good thing he died,” Simonè chuckles and walks away.

You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d always remember you. If he’d always react that way if someone stepped out of line, said something badly of you. No one had ever killed for you, killed someone because they threatened you.

He must think you’re really important. If only he knew how he was more important than you, that when he’s done training you’ll be cast out. That he’s your replacement and you’d be dead.

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 5 years

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Jotunn Heat {Oneshot}

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A/B/O {Omega-verse}

Prompt: Ear buds

For @coffee-with-bucky Writing Challenge! I hope you enjoy!

Alpha Bucky Barnes X Alpha Plus Size Reader

Warning: +18 ONLY! ABO Dynamics! SMUT! KNOTTING! ALL THAT KINKY CRAP!

A/N: Events take place after Avengers: Endgame. Reader is a frost giantess that was brought to Midgard by Thor during the chaos of Infinity War, may or may not do a back story to explain but that is the gest. This is sat in ABO verse, no one at the compound knows what the reader really is except for Thor. No one knows she is an alpha but assume she is a beta or possibly omega because she is female, but this make it the first time anyone has scented her heat. At the start of the story Bucky has hit his rut & has found his way to the readers floor. The rest is explained in the writing. Hope it makes sense as well.

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“Open the door omega,” came the harsh gritty voice that Y/N recognized as Bucky, coming out of a once peaceful sleep thanks to the help of the noise canceling earbuds, body jittering as the thick framed woman sat up, the loud knocking making her realize the alpha was hitting his apex of his rut & hated to inform him, she wasn’t an omega.

“ ‘Mega! Open the door now,” came the demanding tone of an alpha that was commanding HIS omega followed by another loud hit to the door while pulling the earbuds free to look at the door surprised the alpha had scented her heat.

“ ‘Mega! Your alpha is speaking…,” the rutting alpha demanded with another harsh hit to the door before being jerked away by the guard that walked the floor, but betas had nothing on an enhanced alpha.

Y/N smirking as she got to bare feet to place the earbuds on the night stand, charming loose lounge clothes over once naked blue lined body to take time getting to the door as well as charming her senses to keep the metal armed alpha’s rut from affecting her heat. It shocked the giantess Bucky was able to scent her out like this, Y/N an alpha female that had heats compared to an omega as well as being mated like one as well.

Keen hearing picking up on a distinct disagreement & scuffle in the hallway. One that consisted of the metal armed soldier squabbling with the compound security that he shouldn’t be on this floor & to return to his own on the opposite end of the compound. Imperative that females & males have their own area to themselves for reasons such as this, a precaution.

“Bucky stop, you're…,” the giantess could hear the familiar voice of the alpha Steve begin from the end of the hall.

The jerking of the door getting everyone’s attention, Thor & Steve having just stepped foot on the floor to collect the rutting alpha who was having a rough go of it. The god himself hurrying forward the instant he realized whose door it was he stood at, knowing Y/N could easily take the soldier in one swift move.

“You took too long omega,” Bucky began, ignoring the protest of both Steve & Thor.

The brunet taking a step towards the thick famed woman who stood her ground in the doorway, his rut a slap in the face, damn the charm was doing no good. Y/E/C orbs studying Bucky as he moved forward but paused when Y/N wouldn’t budge.

Y/N allowing the soldiers calloused hand to reach out & cherish over soft neck. Heated finger tips feeling over the supple sun kissed skin, stepping closer to dip down to scent the woman’s glands, voice gritting, “you're in heat doll, you scent like cold steel, leather & honey. Let your alpha in sweet omega, let your alpha take care of you.”

Taking a step back, Y/N looked up into lust blown steel blue, keeping her skin the same sun kissed color they were used to. Y/E/C orbs looking back to Steve & Thor who stopped directly behind Bucky prepared to pull the two apart.

“She’s not an omega,” Thor spoke up.

Bucky locking gazes with the woman he knew was an accomplished warrior who had come to earth with Thor. Instinct telling the soldier the god maybe right, but rut played the soldier who possessively stepped up to the large framed woman that held up her hand signaling the other two alphas to stop.

“My omega,” Bucky growled getting to close to Y/N this time.

The brunet using his slightly larger mass to force the curvaceous woman back into the room but to his astonishment Y/N didn’t budge like expected, metal hand going to plump hip to pressure her to move obvious whatever HYDRA had done to the once gentle alpha made him overly aggressive. Bucky moving to scent over her glands along relaxed jaw once more, hot breath fanning over the soft flesh before Y/N’ cool hand slipped into auburn locks to jerk it away forcefully, using strength that he didn’t realize she possessed to back him stumbling into the hallway & slam the male alpha into the wall with a loud crack.

“Alpha, not omega,” Y/N snarled as the charm fell to reveal a red eyed frost giantess with ice blue skin littered with delicate lines attesting to her heritage as once Y/H/C tresses turned black, the soldier hit head on by the scent of alpha & female heat.

It was intense, the four alphas frozen as it finally dawned on Bucky that Y/N wasn’t the mate he had thought he was going for when he caught her heat from across the compound unable to understand why Steve or Thor weren’t going for Y/N & why was she blue?

A strong burning hand on cool shoulder made crimson orbs look back to Thor, “Y/N is Jotun, it's rare for her people to produce an omega of either sex & if they do they don’t survive the first few years of their life.”

Slowly, Y/N released the soldier, taking slow steps away, watching steel blue orbs flash in rage at the sight of Thor’ hand on clothed shoulder. Alpha instinct taking over, Bucky reaching for Y/N who was quick to grab the brunet before he laid hands on Thor, taking the rutting alpha to the ground, the females knee in his back & the soldier letting out a frustrated growl.

“Bucky stop,” Steve yelled as he & Thor jerked the alpha to his feet as Y/N released him & pulling him down the hall his eyes fixed on Y/N as he struggled to get free.

“No! Y/N is mine! Let go… she needs me,” Bucky yelled before Y/N disappeared into her room.

The instant the door shut the female alpha collapsed to the floor with the need for a knot before putting her charm back in place, having always been told she couldn’t be mated, too small, to young, no one would take to her or her heat. Though it seemed the rutting alpha that had come to her & was being drug back to the opposite side of the compound put all that in the trash. The giantess having been hiding her heat to the best of her abilities at the exact moment Bucky had begun his rut a few days ago.

Sitting back onto her heels Y/N looked around the dark room, truth be told she didn’t want to cover this up, it excited the young giantess having found her mate & like the inevitable it frightened her at the decision that needed to be made. Pushing to her feet, looking back to the door, not sure how this happened that she was to be mated to a Midgardian, but in all honesty didn’t care & her alpha needed her as much as she needed him.

Stepping into the rutting alphas quarters, noting he stood facing the wall of glass that over looked the grounds & not the city. Darkness swallowing them up as the door into the room shut gently, Y/N pausing to stand quietly by the door & watched him stiffen when the scent of heat washed over him from across the room. It was obvious the soldier was having problems keeping it together with the female alpha so close.

“They never told me you were an alpha… or that you went into heat… sorry I tried to take you like I did,” he breathed out, Y/N cautiously getting closer, the woman hardly ever spoke since having come there but seemed she communicated more with him than the others.

“It should have never mattered,” Y/N began taking a step closer to the alpha that finally turned to look at her watching the same blue skinned creature from earlier this time wearing a thin robe that did little to mask thick form, scenting her heat & daring to step closer.

Steady calloused hand reaching out to touch over the lines that followed her jaw, crimson eyes looking into perplexed blue ones that studied curvaceous form close, noting the look of apprehension at showing her true self. Eyes fluttering close at his gentleness, unable to recall another being as caring filling flesh fingers slip around to the nape of azure neck to ghost over the soft scar from the one & only time one had attempted to mate her, opening crimson orbs to note his puzzled look.

“He didn’t mate me, I killed him before he could knot me,” she explained making Bucky look at her closer before dipping to scent along soft jaw, no mate, just the scent of cold steel, leather & honey.

“You killed him,” Bucky asked carefully, knowing Y/N had the power to take him out moving to gaze into crimson orbs, the giantess witnessing no hate or fear, keeping flesh hand on the nape of soft neck, cherishing the scarred flesh to lay heated forehead to hers.

“He killed my brother, my mother & injured my father to get to me, he deserved it,” Y/N sighed out moving to scent along stubbled jaw to which he gladly presented before moving to lock gazes once more.

“My people are beasts when it comes to claiming mates,” she admitted surprised the soldier smiled at her still cherishing the scared flesh.

“This doesn’t bother me… alpha,” he breathed out pulling flush to the powder blue flesh not able to get enough of her scent, noting how it felt she ran hot but cool at the same time.

“Will you present for me,” Bucky drawled nose pressing into her glands as cool powder blue hand moved to his waist touching the hem of the shirt he wore gingerly as if afraid of hurting him.

“Not like your omegas,” Y/N admitted, finally taking in his rut that made slick begin to trickle down the inside of thick thighs, murmuring he scented of gunpowder, leather & warm steel.

“Will you mate with me? Be my alpha,” he breathed out, hot breath fanning over supple neck making Y/N’ need grow more than the bulge in his pants that was pressing into her, hand on her nape pulling lips close, a breath away so they would caress when one spoke.

“I'm not of Midgard… you shouldn’t even be…,” she began, stopping as he moved back to soft neck, nose buried in the glands at the base of her jaw & fangs raked over the supple flesh.

“I don’t care doll, your mine,” he spoke huskily over supple neck, a shiver working its way up azure spine, metal hand tugging the tie for the robe & helping her shrug out of it to pool at their bare feet.

Black vibranium limb snaking around thick middle to pull Y/N even tighter as calloused azure hands reached under the soldiers shirt to place clammy palms flat to taught abs, relishing in the feel of the tender flesh as a nip at tender neck had the giantess jolting slightly before moving back lock gazes.

“Want you alpha, need your knot,” Y/N spoke carefully, no plea an order.

“Mmmm, anything for you, my alpha,” Bucky growled out on cerulean lips, feeling her hands fall to the waist of his sweats to push them down over his hips for exceptional girth to spring free, indigo hand wrapping around it to elicit a growl & a buck.

“I want beg,” she smiled darkly.

The giantess giving throbbing cock another pump, feeling the knot already forming at the base & making the soldier growl out. Bucky smiling wide to show an impressive set of fangs as she done the same, a quick grab to thick thighs to spread them wide & hovering over eager cock. Blue arms wrapping around the male alphas neck to force their lips together in a fight of dominance while slowly impaling slick drenched cunt onto leaking, aching cock.

A moan gasped out as the soldier stumbled back into the glass wall, feeling him shiver at the cold that branded taught back through the shirt but not breaking the kiss as it was her turn to gasp, having realized just how well-endowed an alpha like Bucky was.

The giantess having to break the kiss to gasp out once seated on delicious cock that filled throbbing cunt in all ways she didn’t realize was possible, slick running down the thick shaft to coat his balls at the excitement it caused the creature in his arms.

“Fuck doll, you're…,” Bucky began as the females first orgasm hit.

The onslaught of ecstasy making curvaceous body seize against heated torso, only able to hold Y/N tight as powder blue arms wrapped tighter around his neck to bury her face into it with a whimpering plea for him to move as velvet cunt fluttered around throbbing cock, filling his knot grow more.

Ample hips moving as the first wave ebbed & the soldier began to move. Y/N regaining some composure to nip at the flesh on the brunets neck that would be carrying her mark & hoping he was prepared for the pain it would cause. The soldier shivering as he thrust into drenched cunt feeling it tightening once more, the giantesses body readying for another orgasm to wash over thick curves as his knot began to stretch juicy cunt, trying to slip it's way in.

“Want your knot,” Y/N whimpered against his throat, “want your cubs.”

“God baby, you have no idea how long I have waited to hear that,” the alpha growled.

With a one movement Bucky pushed off the glass to press Y/N’ bare cerulean back against it making her gasp out at the feel of the smooth surface & arch into the heated body that was pinning her. Ample hips rutting harder, chasing the orgasm that was washing over her once more making the giantess cry out this time, head falling back to the cold glass to expose tender neck to the male alphas fangs that raked over it making the female grind harder for his knot to knot finally push inside.

“Gonna make you mine, my alpha,” Bucky grunted out, picking up a punishing pace, desiring badly for knot to catch, to spill in clenching cunt, wanting to be locked together with his mate, fangs falling to soft azure flesh but waiting for her to tell him when.

“Fucking claim me alpha, I want beg,” Y/N cursed out, letting go a whimper as it seemed he didn’t need to be told twice, sharp fangs sinking into the tender flesh to taste cold, bitter copper.

The giantesses blood painting pink lips a deep blue as he pulled away to take cobalt lips, knot close to catching as he felt another orgasm getting ready to wash over her. Y/N relishing in the taste of her on his lips, Bucky pulling free to expose pale neck to her fangs curious if she would & without question she did.

Sharp fangs latching on & swearing the giantess was ripping his throat out as nails dug into taught shoulders, strong hips thrusting hard into clenching cunt as another orgasm took Y/N once more. The alpha males knot finally catching, propelling them both over the edge as she released to shout out to the room feeling throbbing cock spill into greedy womb to warm lower abdomen in ways she didn’t know was needed.

Thick thighs wrapped tightly around taught waist as he released them to keep from crushing the panting female alpha into the glass, arms anchored on either side of sweat beaded head to capture cobalt lips. Bucky tasting them both on her lips before pulling back to look at the mark he had graced her with, noting the blue blood. Flesh hand reaching up to smear the trickle that was flowing to the hollow powder blue neck, the azure creature wrapped around him, cunt still milking thick cock locked inside as it continued to spill.

“Let me go get my mate cleaned,” Bucky smiled, knowing it would be awhile before they were free, arms snaking under plump ass to hold quaking form close, arms wrapping around his neck to hold tight as the soldier stumbled out of the sweats & to the bathroom.

The soldier staggered into the shower with the giantess wrapped tight still & taking a seat on the floor of the shower after having cut it on. The concerned alpha sure that it was warm, unsure how his dazed mate liked it but the way she held to him told the alpha she was fine, glancing at her as he felt heritage lines begin to disappear.

“Don’t hide it doll, it's beautiful,” he breathed, prompting Y/N to reveal blue skin once more, steel blue orbs looking it over in the dim light that had come on when entering the bathroom, a setting the AI used for when the soldier first woke to get a shower.

“Anything for you alpha,” Y/N smiled, this time no order, no defiance, but happiness as she sat in his lap, tugging Bucky’ drenched t-shirt free to plop next to them, both still locked together as warm water rained over them steel blue orbs tracing heritage lines closely.

“God you're a gorgeous creature,” Bucky echoed, flesh hand reaching up to caress over soft azure cheek meeting crimson gaze, awe struck by burning cerise orbs, swearing he seen Y/N’ soul, “a beautiful creature that is all mine, my alpha, my mate.”

“By the gods alpha, I crave you badly still, my mate, my alpha, my Bucky,” the giantess growled out before leaning into take pink lips, Y/N never having known a love this intense could be hers as tongues caressed, the alpha’s knot keeping them locked, even as hot seed ran out of overfilled cunt.

“Mmmm, my Y/N,” he growled down parched throat as ample hips bucked once more feeling juicy cunt clinch again, cerulean hips rutting harder.

Holy shit, they weren’t lying, Y/N was like an omega but with more stamina & power than an alpha. The soldier unable to stop flesh & metal hand from falling to ample hips to guide his alpha’ rocking, directing Y/N to rock harder bringing the giantess closer to another orgasm.

“Need to cum alpha,” she panted out on his lips, Y/N leaning in close, whimpering lips as azure hands cupped stubbled cheeks holding the solider close.

“Cum doll, cum around my knot, I need to feel you,” he panted, swearing he was preparing to cum once more, clenching cunt fluttering to milk spilling cock once more, letting out a grunt, surprised it was possible for that to happen so soon.

This time Y/N whimpered, azure body falling limp into the soldier who held tight, barely enough strength to hold her tightly. Metal fingers soothing over trembling spine as the water continued to rain over them, more combined arousal & slick flowing from the shivering creature that held tightly, kissing over the bond mark she had given him.

“I got you doll,” Bucky panted, kissing her bond mark, noting it was healing, beginning to scar as he held her head to flesh shoulder, slumped back into the tile wall as both panted out to the room.

“My mate,” Y/N mumbled into the male alpha’s overheating neck, nuzzling at his glands taking in his rut.

“Let’s get to bed, my little alpha,” Bucky breathed out.

The soldier forcing trembling body to its feet to stagger around & out of the bathroom to collapse on the bed, scooting so they laid on their sides, azure leg draped over strong hip to make sure to cover them. Calloused flesh hand brushing wet raven locks out of powder blue face as she done the same to push auburn strands away as well.

“I’ll treat you right doll,” he breathed, watching smile grace tired features, calloused fingers tracing the lines over her jaw over soft clavicle, between ample breast & to plump stomach.

“You’ll look beautiful with my cubs,” Bucky smiled at her, blue lined hand falling to the sun kissed one resting on plump stomach.

“Good, because I want all the cubs you will gift me with,” Y/N smiled, leaning in for a kiss & wasn’t disappointed at how passionate it became.

“But I do look forward to the practice to get there,” the giantess smirked darkly on flushed lips as the soldier shivered at the admittance, causing a shiver of her own to work its way down cerulean spine to pool in her lower abdomen, feeling another release building.

“I forgot to mention, Jotun breed relentlessly when they initially couple during the first 24 hours or so,” Y/N smiled to Bucky who smirked at her having a feeling it would be a blinding 24 hours.

“Then bring it on my little alpha,” he smiled devilishly, even though his knot was deflating he could still feel a hard-on.

“Good thing I'm not just a mortal,” Bucky growled on cobalt lips as they embraced, pulling tight to nuzzle & cuddle before the next wave hit them both.

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FIC REC MASTERPOST

This is my ultimate fic recomendation masterpost. The pairings are always bucky barnes x reader.

→ The ones who are nsfw will be marked as scuh.

→ Organized alphabetically.

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365 Days by @abovethesmokestacks

NSFW|SFW

Summary: “You all know how it is, the one constant in this hellish life: you have a soulmate. No idea who it is, no clues whatsoever, only 25 years to find them. In 364 days, my time’s up. It sounds like a lot, but so does 25 years, and look where that got me. So, for better or for worse, I’ll try. I’ve got twelve months to find whoever my soul is knit together with.”

Animals Awaken by @221bshrlocked

NSFW|SFW

Summary: Bucky forgets to take his supressants in time during a mission with you. You offer your help but he rejects, afraid that he’d hurt you because it’s his first rut since decades. And well, you know the rest.

Because You Want This by @sirenphrynne

NSFW|SFW

Summary: A hardcore/forced sex fic where the reader finds the Winter Soldier in her room.

Change Your Mind by @jamesbvck

NSFW|SFW

Summary: Senior Year: the last year to be a somebody or a nobody. A chance to fall in love, ace that final exam and make memories. After a terrible first impression, Bucky makes it his mission to fix the mistake he made with the new girl. Will they get their chance?

Call It Destiny by @scrumptious-delusion

NSFW|SFW

Summary: Your life changed forever when you discovered you had abilities. Others in your position may have called being able to see the future a gift, you saw it as a burden most days. Just when your life has finally reached a sense of normalcy, an image settles in your mind. You’ve had them before – you know that the only way to get rid of it is to confront it. But you want normal and anything to do with the Avengers compound cannot possibly be normal. However, you know you can’t ignore it. What follows is a whirlwind of events that even you couldn’t have seen coming – especially where Bucky is involved.

Call Out My Name by @bvcks

NSFW|SFW

Summary: At 18, you discovered your abilities. they were visions. they led you to people who weren’t meant to be found. however, the bad overpowers your greatness, and unveils the dark mysteries when bucky goes missing - and only you can find him.

Everything Has Changed by @buckyywiththegoodhair

NSFW|SFW

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Found Of The Classics by @thottybarnes

NSFW|SFW

Summary: When the sexual tension between you and Bucky is stifling, Natasha becomes her scheming, conniving self.

Fifty Shades Of Bucky by @captain-rogers-beard

NSFW|SFW

Summary: A series of sexual escapades where Bucky shows you what it’s like to give in to your deepest desires.

Heart & Soul by @all1e23

NSFW|SFW

Summary: Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them. She didn’t need an Alpha and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that. Not again. No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

If I Were You by @dani-si

NSFW|SFW

Summary: Your relationship is going through a bad phase. What happens when you and Bucky accidentally swap bodies?

Inevitable by @lovelynemesis

NSFW|SFW

Summary: A/B/O Dynamics. Reader is an Omega and Bucky an Alpha. Can you manage to not let the inevitable happen?

Mind Games by @softhairbarnes

NSFW|SFW

Summary: You are a feared adversary of the Avengers, having crossed paths with them a few times before. When Bucky is brought back in for missions, he finds out the hard way how dangerous you really are.

Most Wanted by @sgtjbuccky

NSFW|SFW

Summary: The life you dreamed of wasn’t the one you lived. Day in and day out you tried to change the outcome, but somehow you always ended up right where you began. Fed up with it all, you wished upon a star and was granted with Bucky Barnes, and it wouldn’t take you long to realize that whatever mess you were about to get tangled up in, it would change your life entirely. (Disney’s Tangled/Modern!AU)

My Neighbour's a Jerk by @jurassicbarnes

NSFW|SFW

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) There’s this mutual feeling between you and your neighbor, called hate. And since your first meet you both commence that feeling with a burning passion. You don’t know the reason behind his hate and you know for damn sure that he will never tell you. But what happens on the first day of your job, when you find out that you even work together? Maybe you will learn to co-operate?

Retro by @the-canary

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Summary: Please, third times the charm, right? Because James Barnes is tired of failing at this thing called love.

San Francisco by @petersshirts

NSFW|SFW

Summary: People age until they’re 18 and then stop ageing until they meet their soulmate so they can grow old together; but what happens if you realise at 22 that you’ve been with the wrong guy for four years?

The Things We've Done by @pandalandalopalis

NSFW|SFW

Summary: All you wanted was simplicity. You had moved to Washington, DC for a better start - to get away from what you were, to get away from what you were expected to be. You never thought you’d meet the Captain America in a bar just three days after moving. You never thought there would be a dangerous person in your apartment just hours after meeting him. Beginning with the events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Hydra sends its most deadly weapon after a powerful telepath untested in the range of her abilities. Intrigued by the broken pieces of his mind, the two of you make an agreement: he helps you hide from Hydra, and you repair and salvage what’s left of his memories.

The Fallout by @whitewolfbumble

NSFW|SFW

Summary: You had been a ghost for years, taking down the bad guys from the shadows that had once enslaved you. That is until the Avengers finally caught up with you and yet again your life changed. But your past won’t stay dead and everything starts to shift when a familiar face joins the ranks: Bucky Barnes. He may not remember you, but you certainly remember him.

The Cassandra Project by @apricotparker

NSFW|SFW

Summary: The Avengers find out what’s keeping them from doing their jobs. Bucky remembers an old friend.

Tripping For You by @bloodiedskirtts

NSFW|SFW

Summary: It’s Y/N’s sophmore year of college, and she’s never had a boyfriend before. But all that will change when her best friend Steve finds out about her crush on him. Determined to prove she doesn’t care for him, bad boy Bucky Barnes comes up with a genius plan. To prove she’s over Steve and he’s not “pussy whipped”.

You're My Mission by @shreddedparchment

NSFW|SFW

Summary: Hydra is not as dead as everyone thought. After losing both parents in one night, Captain America saves you and takes you to Wakanda where he introduces you to his best friend Bucky Barnes who is tasked with turning you into a strong soldier. Of course, just because he has to spend time with you, doesn’t mean he has to like you.

→ Last update: 20/October.

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