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Part 1 Of "Red Room Toy Collection" | Master-List Link

Toy: Icecubes

Synopsis: Sidney makes a bet with a stranger she's just met, and her fate with him lies in two cards and their outcome.

Word Count: 3.1k

!Trigger Warnings! - mentions of gambling. alcohol consumption. au (alternate universe) needy bucky. specific female oc. icecubes are the "toy" in this one. p in v sex. dirty talk. oral (M receiving) creepy ass old men. (not buck obvi) breeding kink if you squint.

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Red Room - Bryce Savage

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

The sounds of slot machines echo throughout the dark building. Lights illuminate both disappointed and excited faces. The smell of alcohol on practically everyone.

She notices.

Sid- Scarlet -Davenport was a sight for sore eyes, especially when she walked into one of Vegas’s most popular casinos, wearing a glittering red dress with matching red pumps. She was the devil in disguise, and yet an angel if you got to know her.

She was known around Blackwell Casino for being a money maker, a constant visitor, and the jack of all trades. This time, Sid had caught her eye on something different.

Something unique.

A man dressed in all black leather, gloves covering his hands as he waits by a card table, eyes focused on the dealer's hands. Sid smiles, adjusts her shimmering dress, and weaves through the crowds of people.

Music drowns on as she arrives at the man's table, clearly seeing he’s about to start a game of Black Jack with 5 other men.

This table needs one more person to start a round. Count her in.

The dealer shuffles cards distinctively, not paying attention as he works them between his skilled hands, whistling along with the beat of drums. Sid finds an empty spot, next to the man that caught her attention and does the same to the dealer.

She clears her throat, feeling 6 pairs of eyes land on her. 5 of them go to her body, as expected, but the man with smooth brown hair and piercing blue eyes keeps his head up, looking at Sid with an earnest smile.

A gentleman. How exquisite.

“Ms. Davenport, Welcome To Blackwell.” The dealer stumbles a little bit, tripping over his words, but Sid only smiles her charming grin, flashing sparkly white teeth.

“A pleasure, Deal me in, will you?”

A card falls out of the man's hand, and he clears his throat, clearly embarrassed. “Yes, Of course.” Sid finds her seat, resting on the backless stool, the commotion of other players drowning out as she smiles at the man next to her. Their eyes meet, and her heart flutters. She can feel it. An instant connection. A voice pulls her out of his intense gaze as she tries hard to hide her gasp. “Scarlet Davenport. Well, I’ll be damned.”

“Please, just Sid.” Sid forces a smile at the balding man, trying hard to maintain her composure as his eyes slip down to the dip in her dress.

“Shall we start, Scarlet?” The dealer interrupts, noting her clear discomfort.

“We shall.” She places her bag down next to her, watching the dealer's skilled hands as he rounds the table, giving each player two cards. Sid places a hand over hers, feeling the shiny material she’s felt oh so many times before.

“Wait, Scarlet, you're used to high-stakes games right?”

Sid tilts her head at another brown-haired man, fairly good-looking, dressed in a suit and tie. “I am.” She replies.

The man pats the blue-eyed one on the back, smiling a wide grin. “It’s my pal Bucky’s birthday this evening, whatcha’ say with up the stakes?”

Bucky.

Her eyes find Bucky’s, seeing the embarrassment already clouding his cheeks. “Come on, Steve. Knock it off.” Bucky grits out. She tries hard to hide her smile, the dealer's expectant eyes waiting for the game to begin.

Sid thinks for all but two seconds before replying, “Sure, why not.” Bucky’s eyes shoot up, locking with hers.

“Got to treat the birthday boy, right?” She adds in a playful tone, looking at Steve.

“Tell you what, If you win, Bucky will supply you with drinks all night. If Bucky wins, why don’t you let him take you to one of those red rooms?”

“Steve!” Bucky shoots up from his stool, anger coursing in his voice.

Sid only laughs, grabbing at Bucky’s leather jacket. “It’s okay, I’m up for it, if you are?” She raises her brows, trying very hard to ignore the electricity shooting up her veins at where her fingers meet his clothed bicep. His muscles flex as he shoots his friend a glare.

“Okay.”

Let the games begin.

♢

The game starts with the dealer flipping over a singular card, now laying face up, it displays the six of diamonds, he flips over his next card, showing 10 of hearts.

16 in total.

The balding man flips over his cards, showing an ace of hearts and a ten of spades.

11 in total.

Sid can feel the anticipation building in her stomach, just like every time she plays. The feeling of winning or losing, a balanced scale, willing to tip in your favor or against your favor at any moment.

The bald man sighs as the dealer takes his original bet, stacking it with his other chips in the dealer tray. A dark man is next, he flips both his cards.

Six of clubs and four of spades.

10 in total.

The man loses his bet, huffing as he takes another sip of whatever liquor he’s consuming. Sid grips her cards, already knowing her hand. The next four men lose all their bets as Sid watches their money being taken. Some have only bet ten dollars or less. Either way, pity did not make it into Sid’s heart.

Although the game was about all seven players against the dealer, Sid knew what game she was really playing. The game between her and Bucky.

Her own bet.

Bucky flips over his first card and time seems to slow as his fingers land on the table, the card stock displaying a seven of clubs. Everyone's breath slows as they watch Bucky’s gloved hands, his eyes zeroing in on his next card.

Another flip displays the ten of clubs.

17 in total.

Bucky beat the dealer by one point. He smiles, his eyes lighting up as he is returned double his original bet.

Sid already knew she was going to lose this game, everyone's eyes moved from Bucky to her as she clutched the cards in her hands, being careful to obscure her numbers.

Sid slams down her cards, laying them face down as she displays a disappointed look. “Only 3, you win, birthday boy.” Sid gives her chips to the dealer, sliding the cards to him. The men do the same, laughing as the cards collide and the man scoops them up.

“What are you staring at her like a doe in headlights for? Don’t back down from your bet.” Steve the suit and tie guy murmurs, pushing Bucky off the stool.

He stumbles before catching himself, throwing a glare his way. Sid picks up her purse, angling her eyes at Bucky.

“Shall we?”

Bucky only gulps.

♢

Blackwell Casinos' red rooms were exquisite. Expensive leather couches, private places, and specialized services. Sid had been asked to the red room before but she’s always denied the offer.

Until now.

The bouncer sees her approach and right away unhooks the stanchion, the muscular man eyes Bucky, but Sid nods, signaling to the man that he’s with her. He nods, letting Bucky through the red ropes.

The pair come out of the red curtain blocking the visible entrance, the music is less existent in these rooms, and the sounds of moans and groans are more prominent. Sid smiles, hooking her arm through Bucky’s.

“Afternoon, Ms. Davenport. Finally coming to the red rooms?” Sid smiles at Toby, the casino manager, and a great friend.

She rolls her eyes, bringing Bucky up to the front desk, black and white marble illuminating the red led’s of the room. Women in barely any clothing carry platters of champagne to the tables. “I lost a bet, don’t be cocky.”

“Sidney Scarlet Davenport, lost a bet? To whom?” Toby’s eyes already find the man responsible, his eyes dilate just a bit.

“Bucky Barnes, it’s an honor.”

Sid’s eyebrows furrowed, feeling as if she’s heard the name before while watching Toby’s palm slide into Bucky’s, greeting him with a firm handshake.

“Always,” Bucky replies, flashing a smile. Toby retracts, fixing the lapels of his suit.

“The red room on the left is open, free of charge.”

“You treat your guest well, Tobias.” Sid mocks Tobias' wink, his eyes switching to Bucky for just a split second.

Toby smiles, leading them away from the marbled desk into one of the many private red rooms, a black door concealing anybody's view from the activities happening inside.

“A little too well”. He winks and echos a smile, letting the pair take in the room. The room is paired with a large leather couch, wrapping around the entire wall. A black marble table, and red led lights.

Simplistic, but so many possibilities.

“Anything I can request for either of you?” Toby crosses the floor, placing one hand on the door handle, Sid places her purse down on the glass table top.

“Champagne and ice cubes. Lots of ice cubes.” She adds turning around, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, already anticipating what’s to come.

Tobias smiles one last time before participating in a mock bow “Your wish is my command.”. Laughing before shutting the door and exiting the room.

♢

A bowl of ice cubes and two tall glasses of champagne layout on the table. Sid licks her lips, thanking the server as she locks the door behind her. Bucky looks at his companion, seeing her curves basked in the red hue of the room.

And Sid looked at the man sitting on one end of the leather couches. She dips her hand in the bucket of water and ice, pulling out one of the many odd-shaped cubes.

Her eyes stay on Bucky’s as she plops the frozen water into her mouth, swirling it around on her tongue. The act isn't meant to be teasing, but Sid can see him grow hard in his pants.

“Take off your clothing, Bucky.” She orders and he does so without a hesitant hand, his pants fall to the floor as he pushes them somewhere in the darkness of the shadows. His jacket, he doesn't take off.

Sid quirks her eyebrow, stalking to where he stands, grabbing at the leather. Again, that same bolt of electricity shoots through her. Bucky notices the friction too by the way he shifts and clears his throat.

“Ok, playing hard to get?” Sid smirks as she keeps the ice cube under her tongue, holding it in place as she kicks off her heels, the fabric of her dress falling to the floor.

She’s in nothing but red panties, and oh how Bucky can’t keep his eyes off of her. Her breasts are pliant and perky as she backs Bucky into the leather couches, climbing on top of him.

He palms her ass instantly, looking up at the woman straddled against his hips. Sid can feel his cock pressing into her, its length larger than she’s ever taken before.

And she has yet to see it.

Sid brings her plump lips to Bucky’s eager ones, sliding her cold tongue into his mouth. Bucky’s own tongue battles with hers, tasting each other as she fights the ice cube to stay in place.

“You're eager, Barnes.” She rocks on his cock once, smiling to herself as his fingers go to her hips, halting her movements. His gloves and fingers against her bare skin made her melt, although Sid couldn’t help wanting more.

She needed more.

With one fell swoop, Bucky’s jacket fell to the floor, along with his T-shirt. Sid stepped away from him to admire his abdominal muscles, his hard abs as he looked up at her wide-eyed.

Her eyes fell to his left arm, his flesh replaced with a type of metal. She can tell Bucky’s trying hard to hide his embarrassment, curling his fist, avoiding her gaze.

“Don’t hide from me, birthday boy.” Bucky smiles up at her, his gaze running over her body basked in red light, the sound of sensual music distant.

Sidney grabs another ice cube, the previous one having melted in her mouth. She puts the pointed end in her mouth while leaving the slate sent outwards. Bucky watches as she walks over to him, and leans down, the cold sensation hitting his neck.

Sid trails the cube down his collarbone, mimicking the feeling of frozen kisses. Bucky grips the leather of the couch, feeling the icy cold mixed with her hot mouth. It was as if the angel and the devil collided and met with permanent bliss. The cube left trails of cold water dripping down his stomach, Sid dipping down with her tongue to lap it up, her breasts hitting his abdominal muscles.

Bucky groans as the cube coats his pecs, cold pleasure shooting up his spine. The man shifts, his caged cock pressing into Sid’s bare stomach.

“You're hard, baby. You want more tongue or more mouth?.” Sidney teases the man, watching him bend and break, shiver, and groan as the ice meets his skin and her warm tongue licks it up.

Bucky moans as her fingers travel to the waistline of his boxers, teasing him with both the cube and her fingers. “As long as it’s you, doll”

“Correct answer.” Bucky bucks his hips as her fingers dip into his boxers, wrapping around his cock, and allowing it to spring free. His eyes are locked with hers as she licks her lips, palming his erection.

“You're big, baby. You think it’ll fit?” Sid pumps his cock once, allowing pre-cum to coat his skin, Bucky groans, forcing himself into her hand,

“Jesus, doll. I hope so.”

“Yeah, so do I, ‘would love to have this big cock in my tight cunt.” Bucky’s eyes never leave hers as her cold mouth meets his belly button, her fingers working his cock.

Her other hand reaches behind her to the bucket of ice, taking another piece. This time Sid uses her fingers, running the block up his cock, coating one of his veins. Bucky groans, his metal fingers grabbing at one of her breasts, fondling its peak. She licked away the cold water with her tongue, gathering his arousal.

Sid does the same for each protruding vein, teasing it with cold water before relieving it with her tongue, water, and fire collide. Bucky squirms, the sight of this beautiful woman on her knees for him, teasing him, playing with him, was enough to make him cum right then and there.

Sid licks a few more broad stripes before inching him into her throat. Bucky’s fingers find her hair, gently tucking himself into the strands, letting her do all the work. Never forcing it.

He thrust into her throat, feeling it contract as saliva gathers at the corner of her mouth. His metal fingers wipe it away, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Sidney bats her eyelashes, feeling the way his cock filled her throat, as she too was getting very slick with arousal.

“Fuck, doll. You're so pretty like that, taking my cock.”

Oh. So Bucky could talk dirty.

“God, I'm cumming, Sid.”

A few more thrust has Bucky panting, feeling her tongue hit his cock each time he moves in and out, his groans over the loud music and the loud ring of his ears when he releases down her throat.

Sid could almost cry, she’s never felt pleasure out of someone else's enjoyment. A first time for everything, she supposed.

Sid stands from her kneeling position, swallowing Bucky’s release as she straddles his lap. Bucky’s fingers position themselves at her hips, her wet folds laying right over his cock.

“What do you want me to do? You won the bet.” Sid teases him, batting her eyelashes, trailer her cold fingers over her body, teasing her breast, her thighs, her panties waistline as Bucky watches it all, growing even harder than before.

If that was even possible.

“I need you to ride me, doll. I need to see that pussy take every inch.”

Sid groans, lifting up to move her panties aside, wrapping her fingers around his cock, “I was thinking the same outcome.” She replies before pushing down, taking him to the hilt in the first push.

It was painful, excruciatingly so as Bucky twitched inside of her, nudging inside of a crevice she never knew existed. “Fuck, doll. You're tight.” Bucky’s fingers wrap around her back, keeping her to him as she adjusted to his girthy cock.

Her knees dig into the leather of the red room couches, the smell of champagne on both of their breaths, as she pulls up once, allowing Bucky to slip out, before thrusting back in. They both buck, skin meeting skin as the ecstasy courses through their bodies.

Bucky guides her movement, groaning as her cunt clamps down, sucking him into her. “You like that, baby? Like seeing my hungry pussy take your big cock?”

“Fuck yes, doll. ‘Could watch you ride me all day.” Their lips meet in a passionate kiss as Bucky takes over, thrusting into her slightly, slowly, sensually. Bucky’s metal hand runs over her neck, her collar bone, to her spade tattoo, tracing the ink splotch with skilled fingers.

Sid’s orgasm was cresting, bubbling deep inside her stomach as she bucked her hips in tune with Bucky’s thrust, his metal hand playing with her body, while the other kept her hips in place, guiding each thrust, each buck, each groan.

“Gonna cum, Buck. Be a good boy and come with me, yea?” Bucky twitched inside her, hearing the praise from Sid’s lips was like an angel guiding you off the battlefield.

“Anything, doll.” Their lips stayed together, kissing and sucking as their thrust sped up, their movements never slowing as the music played over their moans, as each other's hands caress hot, sweaty bodies.

“Good boy, keep fucking into me just like that-” An explicit moan exits her mouth, as Bucky finds her lips again, hot and needy for her touch, her taste, her smell.

“Fuck, Sid-” Bucky pauses, slowing his thrust just a little, “Ca-Can I come inside you?”

“Yes, baby. I need to feel you come, fill me up like a good boy.”

“Yes ma’am.” Two more broken thrusts had Bucky’s fingers digging into her hips as he pushed all the way into her, watching as Sid took every inch of his throbbing cock.

“Fuck!” Sid’s thighs shook as she receded into the blanket of ecstasy, her orgasm coating her veins as Bucky’s own release coated her walls. They both fall into a kiss and wouldn’t let go until the tides had cleared.

♢

The two lay side by side, curled up in each other's arms, panting. Big smiles coated their faces.

“Wow.” Bucky laughs, running his metal fingers up and down Sidney’s bare shoulder.

“Yeah, wow.” They lock eyes again, their lips crashing together as they continue to intoxicate themselves with each other's scent. She’s never felt this happy, this alive in so long. Bucky places a kiss on top of her forehead, tucking himself into the crook of his shoulder. Then she knew it was worth it.

Did Sid lose the game intentionally?

Yes.

Yes, she did.

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Kidnapped

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!reader

Warnings: Dubcon, smut, A/B/O dynamics, age gap, underage, forcefully induced heat, mind control, hypocrisy, breeding kink, knotting, trauma, hydra

Words: 3615

A/N: Hi guys, so this is my first attempt at ABO. I’ve read a lot of those so I hope I’ll get this right. So don’t be too hard on me. And now enjoy.

Omegas had become almost extinct. More and more kids were born who turned out betas and the rest were almost always alphas. So maybe it is easy to understand that when you turned out to be an omega at the age of 17 your value to your mother suddenly skyrocketed.

Your other siblings were all betas but you were suddenly special. The first heat your body put you through was a terrible strain on your body and took a lot of strength from you. A whole week was spent in delirium between fever and hallucinations. Your mother, a beta herself, had no idea how to help you and asked your family’s doctor for help.

He was very interested in you and your presentation and handed your mother a number to call.

A week later two very polite men who looked like they had fallen out of a 1940s crime movie, stood in front of your door.

“Mrs. Y/L/N? You have contacted us to take a look at your omega daughter?” the taller of the two asked.

“Yes. Please come in. We are in desperate need of advice. Her first heat was so terrible and I don’t know what to do if this gets even worse.” The men followed your mother to the livingroom and took the seats offered to them.

“Our facility is very well equipped and we are very skilled in dealing with young omegas. We would be able to monitor her closely and give her the right suppressants to quell her natural heats.” one of them explained.

“So you would take her with you?” your mother sounded sceptical. “Would we be able to see her? And when would she return home?” she asked.

The men shared a glance before continuing “She will be able to call once in a while and we will try our best to get her hormones in check and her home quickly.” the man ensured her.

Your mother hesitated and the men noticed so they changed their tactic.

“Mrs. Y/L/N. Your daughter is suffering badly and it will only get worse. We are the only ones who can actually help her. There aren’t a lot of experts in the field of A/B/O dynamics left. We definitely are your best shot. And if it helps to convince you, we can pay you handsomely for taking your daughter and giving her a shot at a normal life. How does 250.000$ sound?” your mother almost choked on her tea. “You want to pay me a quarter million dollars for her? You think I would sell my own daughter?” she was enraged, jumping up from her chair. “I want you to leave my house immediately.”

“Consider our offer for a moment please. We could help your daughter and learn from her case and you could finally sell off the mortgage to this house. We know that if you don’t take our money now you will have to move out soon. Do you want to move into a 3 room apartment with 4 children?” They knew a lot about your family which irritated your mother but she also quickly understood that they were right.

After your father had died in Afghanistan 3 years ago it had not been easy for your family.

As a single mom of 4 and just a part time job at a dentist's office she worried greatly how to make a future for them. The money from the strange men would take a lot of those worries away from her.

“Maybe you are right. She will come back to us quickly, right?” she asked to quell her guilty conscience.

“Of course, Mrs Y/L/N. She would be back in no time at all. We are very successful in what we do.” the men knew they had her in their grasp.

“Alright then. I will go upstairs and explain everything to her and then I think it is best when you take her immediately.” she got up and went upstairs.

A few moments later they heard yelling and then crying from upstairs. But suddenly it was quiet.

Another few minutes later you stumbled down the stairs, cowering behind your mother who held a duffel bag with some of your clothes and personal things.

“Hello Y/N. How are you feeling?” the taller man smiled at you.

“I’m okay, thank you. So I will go with you?” she asked back. “And you can help me with my biology?” You seemed very innocent to the men and they were sure that you had no idea what your intended purpose was in this world.

“Indeed we will make you more comfortable with your presentation. You will be able to return home quickly.” they ensured you too.

“Alright then.” you gave in. “Tell Joe, Lea and Maya that I love them and I will see them soon.” you instructed your mother and she nodded with tears in her eyes.

The men lead you to their car. The whole ride was silent. You looked out the window and saw landscapes passing by. The driver took so many turns that it didn’t take long for you to be completely confused and you had lost your orientation.

The journey seemed to take forever and at some point you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

You awoke disoriented and confused. You were laying on a bed in a sterile white room without a window but an adjoined bathroom. You sat up slowly to take in more of your surroundings. When you had decided to venture out further you noticed that the door was locked. You were trapped. Panic rose in your veins. What did that mean? Was this a kidnapping?

Just when you were about to have a mental breakdown the door was unlocked and a man you had never seen before stepped inside.

“Hello Miss Y/L/N. How are you feeling?” he asked you.

“Y/N is fine. I’m okay but why was the door locked?” you asked hesitantly.

“We didn’t mean to startle you. It was to your own protection. The compound we are currently in is comparable to a labyrinth. We just didn’t want you to get lost. Someone is going to come by later and give you a tour of the rooms you need to know. I am here to check out your vitals and ask you some questions. Is that alright with you?” He seemed nice enough.

“Ehm, yes it’s alright, I guess.” you sat back down on the bed while he took a seat on a chair.

“Very well, how long ago was your first heat?” Those kinds of questions seemed very personal but after all they wanted to help you.

“My first heat was about 2 weeks ago. It was awful. Hurt so much and lasted about 6 days.”

“Good, that is interesting information. Have you been intimate with a male before?”

You swallowed thickly “No never.”

“So no potential alpha around?”

“No.”

“Good, good. Is someone in your family an omega?”

“No, I am the only one as far as I know.”

“That is quite rare. Normally this is hereditary. I will take your pulse, blood pressure and temperature now.”

After the doctor had left someone came and took you to a room where you were served some dinner.

The night you spent tossing and turning. So many thoughts coursed through your head until you fell asleep of exhaustion.

You were rudely awoken by the cold neon lights being turned on. They ripped you out of a nice dream and you inwardly cursed them for it.

“Good morning Y/N. Did you sleep well?” the voice of a tall blonde female doctor- or agent, or whatever, you were still not sure where these people belonged to- reached your ears.

“Good morning. I had some trouble sleeping. I felt somehow on edge. Probably the new surroundings.” you shrugged.

“That is possible. I need you to get dressed. Breakfast is ready and then we will start with your training and testing of different medications.” she smiled and you did as she asked.

Breakfast consisted of fruit and porridge and then they took you into the opposite direction of your room.

You were led down multiple corridors until you reached a doctors room.

“Hello Y/N. Please remove your shirt and lay down.” The doctor said. She was the first person in this organization who smelled different than the others you had met. Everyone else had a neutral scent other than her and it wasn’t a perfume but you couldn’t place it and let it go for now.

“So you are an omega.That’s why they brought you to me. I presented as an omega too when I was 16 years old. My biology dictated my life for years and that’s why I am quite happy that we can make it easier for you before it gets too bad to handle.” that explained the different smell.

“I don’t want to sound rude, but you are not on suppressants right?” she shook her head no. “I thought you smelled different. So that’s one of my superpowers as an omega?” you joked.

“Indeed it is. Do you have any more questions?” she saw your hesitation. “Don’t be shy. You can ask me anything.”

“Ehm… well during my first heat… I felt really hot and I had those very explicit fever dreams and then my body produced this… fluid out of my… ehm… you know.” you pointed toward your groin.

“Yes, I know what you mean. When you are in heat your body longs for a mate. Preferably an alpha to satiate your natural urges. The slick that your body produces is only a natural lubricant to make it easier for the alpha to slide in without hurting you.” she explained.

“So my only purpose in this world is basically to mate and give a few children to some alpha?” you asked unbelievingly.

“Not necessarily. We could find the right meds and suppressants for you and you could live your life alone until you decided it was time for a family or not. Your choice.”

“I like the way that sounds. So when do we start?” you asked exited.

“We will start right now. I am going to administer your first shot of a medication which will make you feel better.”

She put on some latex gloves and prepared a syringe with a clear fluid.

“Alright, don’t move now please. I will give this right into your upper arm muscle.” said done. It stung a little but if that actually worked it was definitely worth it.

“All done. I will bring you back to your room now. These meds need some time to settle and you might feel a little uncomfortable later.”

When you had arrived at your room she sent you inside with the words -“Someone will have an eye on you the next few hours. I will see you soon.” and locked the door behind you again. For your own protection they had said…

Before you had time to think about all of this your head hit the pillow and you were fast asleep.

The next time you woke up you were in terrible pain. Your abdomen was cramping and your throat was bone dry. That could only mean one thing: the heat was back. But that should have been impossible. It wasn’t due for another 2-3 weeks. But here you were, sweating, hurting and in desperate need for something you weren’t ready for.

You didn’t even get the chance to get out of bed before the door flew open and two men grabbed you to pull you behind them. You were too weak to fight them when they pushed you into another cell which looked almost the same as yours. Only in that one someone was waiting for you.

The moment you were pushed into the room his eyes shot toward you, almost hidden under his shoulder long brown hair. His nostrils flared as he took in your potent scent.

“Omega.” he breathed and his pupils dilated.

He looked downright feral so you shrunk into the corner next to the closed and locked door. Though he really tried to hold himself together. You knew that he wanted to give into these primal urges the omega in you tried to push you to, too.

Suddenly he wiped the hair off of his face and you had a first clear glance at his handsome face. And to your amazement you recognized him from your class trip to the Smithsonian Museum in Washington D.C. the year before.

His name was James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and he had fought in the 107th infantry in WWII. He had also been Steve Rogers- or as most people know him, Captain America’s- best friend and later part of the Howling Commandos. The only thing that didn’t add up here was the fact that he was supposedly dead since 1943.

But you were so sure that the man standing before you was not a ghost as much as you were sure that he was not the same man who had gone to war in the 40’s.

“James?” you whispered. He cocked his head so he must have heard you but he didn’t know what to do with your question.

“You are James Barnes born on March 10th in 1917. You don’t remember?” you asked in a louder voice.

“No.” he tried to sound secure but you could hear his voice slightly wavering.

You wanted to help him so you took the risk and stepped closer. It might seem strange, standing in front of this intimidating hunk of a man, and feeling safe. The pain in your body had also almost disappeared.

“What do you remember?” you asked him. He seemed really nervous by now, always trying to scent you.

“Pain. Missions. Training.” was all he said and you felt really bad for him.

“I am sorry to hear that. Do you want me to tell you everything I can remember about you? Maybe you will gain back some memory. And maybe you can tell me who these people are and why they forced me into heat early.” in that moment another terrible cramp invaded your lower abdomen and your legs gave out. But before your body could hit the ground his arms caught you and he carried you to his bed.

“Mhh omega you smell delicious. Can barely hold back.” he mumbled into the crook of your neck and you felt it too. The tall alpha seemed to somehow soothe the ache inside you but it wasn’t enough.

In that moment you just let the omega in you take over. You started pulling frantically on his and your clothes until they were lying long forgotten on the floor of the dusty room.

“Need you ‘mega. You’re mine.” he growled at the sight of your boobs.

“Alpha please make it stop.” you whimpered and he growled louder at you calling him by his presentation.

You let your biology completely rule you and followed your instinct. Crawling onto your hands and knees pushing your face into the pillow and your ass in the air.

“Good omega. Presenting for your alpha.” his approval made you mewl.

He was quick to get behind you. In this state there was no foreplay needed.

His right hand grabbed your buttcheek. It was soft and warm. When the index finger of his left hand followed your spine from the neck down you shuddered at the cold metal.

“Tell me ‘mega, have you ever been with an alpha?” he asked while stroking a flesh finger through your glistening folds.

“No alpha. Haven’t been with anyone.” the realisation that you were a virgin let him hesitate for a second.

“Mhh I’m gonna make that virgin pussy feel so good. You want my cock ‘mega?”

“Yes, alpha please. Make the pain stop.” you begged him.

He took that invitation and slowly pushed the head of his massive length against your opening. “Relax ‘mega. I won’t hurt you.” his pressure got harder and then he slid in. The pain was intense for a moment until he slid in further. It felt like your channel was made for him.

“Fuck doll you’re tight. Squeezing me so good. Gonna breed you ‘mega. You want that? Me filling you with pups.” he groaned and your channel squeezed him tighter in confirmation.

In that heat of the moment none of you cared that this might be a bad idea.

He sped up his thrusts and your moans got even louder when he hit that magical spot inside you.

“Feels so good.” you mewled.

“Come ‘mega! Come for me!” he commanded and something that had waited for his okay snapped. Your pussy clamped around him and he pushed in that bit deeper. His knot popped and he filled you with his cum all the while pulling you up with his metal arm across your chest and biting into your neck hard enough to break the skin, laying claim to you.

When you both had come down from your highs he rolled you over to lay on your side. He was still locked snug inside you and that would probably stay like that for a while.

“You wanted me to tell you why they brought you here. The answer is for this exact cause. They want to keep me- or rather my alpha- in check. And they want to find out if the serum can be inherited.” he suddenly spoke up after a long pause.

“And do you want them to do that?” your question seemed to shock him a little.

“I didn’t expect that question. No one has ever asked me what I thought. And no! If we have pups I don’t want them to be treated the way I was. We would never know what happened to them.” he said sadly.

“Then let’s get out of here.” His knot had finally gotten down which gave you enough room to turn around.

“How? I may be able to vanish on my next mission but I won’t be able to take you with me.”

“Then play the part. They don’t know that you remember who you are. So when you get out of here the next time you get help and get me out later.”

“And who do you think would help me? A murderer.” he let his head hang low.

“Steve Rogers. He was found a few years ago and has most recently been working with a group of people who call themselves The Avengers. I know you have the possibilities to find Steve and get him onto your side to help. Until then you will have to pretend you are still the brainwashed assassin they created because if they notice you will be put on ice or erased again.”

“I gotta admit that does sound like a plan. I will try everything in my power to succeed. I promise that I will get you out of here. Unscathed. You are my omega now. That means something to me.” he kissed the top of your head.

“Thank you- Bucky. Is it fine when I call you that while we are alone?” you asked him.

“Yes sure. I love when you say my name.” and then he gifted you with one of his rare smiles.

The next few days were spent almost the same way. Until your heat was down. They took him away from you and you didn’t see him for at least 6 weeks. Hard to keep track of time without daylight.

They had brought you back to your room and you didn’t see any of the old doctors you had seen before your forcefully induced heat. They probably thought you would attack them.

In week 7 they finally found out that their plan had worked. You were indeed pregnant. Oh, how you wanted to tell Bucky but everytime you asked for him they shut you down.

More weeks passed by. They didn’t tell you anything. Not even about the baby.

By esteemed week 22 you were able to feel the pup kicking in your tummy and you were talking to him or her. You missed Bucky more and more. Up to the point where you thought they had wiped him again and he had failed your mission.

One night you were awoken by chaos outside your door. Before you could get up the door bust in and in the frame stood Captain America himself. The relief you felt in that moment could hardly be measured.

“Captain Rogers. I’m so glad to see you.” you expressed your feelings.

“Good to meet you Y/N.” he smiled at you then spoke into the comms inside his ear “I’ve got her. Room 503. She’s fine.” then he came over and insisted on carrying you out of the building.

Somewhere on the way to the Quinjet you met Bucky again.

“Bucky! You`re alright! Oh, thank God. I missed you. And I’m pregnant. We did it.” you beamed at him.

“You’re alright too. I love you. Let's get you home.” he took you from Steve’s arms and carried you inside the jet.

A few months later you and Bucky moved into an apartment with your son and daughter.

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