prompt - "If you wanted to take your pants off for me so badly, you could have just said so."
shout out to @ellemj for her encouragement with this ♡
warnings/tags: SMUT, vaginal penetration, oral sex (female receving), face sitting, mentions of violence, description of blood & wounds, no use of y/n, reader is afab, hurt/comfort trope, bickering & banter, friends to lovers, forced close proximity trope. 18 plus only!
word count: 5.8k
“Roll your window up,” Bucky snaps at you as he turns down the music you had just put on moments ago. “The last thing we need is someone noticing the blood caked all over the entire right side of your body.”
As if the lack of functioning AC in the twenty-something year old getaway car (an early 2000’s model Chevy Aveo is inconspicuous, according to Sam) wasn’t stifling enough in the south Georgia summer, the annoyance radiating from the brooding super soldier sitting next to you adds an extra ten degrees.
Sure, Sam. Inconspicuous is the right word to describe a six foot, two hundred plus pound man with a metal arm cramped behind the driver’s seat of the equivalent to a clown car. Bright fucking cherry red and all.
“It’s 103 degrees outside.” You glare at him from the passenger seat, where you’re using a tattered handkerchief found in the glove compartment to put pressure on the knife wound on your shoulder. “I’m going to have a heatstroke.”
“You’re not going to have a heatstroke,” he rolls his eyes at you. “That happening would indicate that I have any amount of good luck.”
“Ha-ha-ha,” you say under your breath, reluctantly rolling up the manual window with your still bleeding arm. “I got the fucking intel, did I not?”
You remove the USB drive from its secure location in the cup of your bra and flash it at Bucky. “Though we’ll be lucky if this thing still works after being drowned in boob sweat, since you won’t let me keep the window rolled down.”
“And nearly got yourself killed in the process.” He grabs the flashdrive from you and grimaces. “We’ll be at the safehouse in less than five minutes, if you can please just refrain from stroking out or bleeding out in the meantime.”
You glance down at the once white handkerchief clutched in your hand. “I’m not making you any guarantees.”
You're welcome for saving your ass, by the way, you resist adding.
Jokes aside, the energy exerted in bringing down over a dozen HYDRA agents in combination with the July heat and the substantial blood loss from your shoulder wound has you feeling woozier by the minute. Factor in a few potentially fractured ribs and a dislocated knee and you're in pretty rough shape.
As promised, just under five minutes later Bucky parks in front of a small trailer just outside the city limits of Valdosta. It's seen better days, but you don't mind as long as it has semi-functioning air conditioning.
Bucky is opening your car door and offering you a hand up before you can take in your surroundings. You force yourself out of your seat, ignoring his outstretched hand and attempting to stand on your own, doing your best to ignore the borderline blinding pain radiating from your right knee.
“Thanks, but I think I can–”
Your vision goes fuzzy as you stumble forward, right into Bucky's chest. Your hand instinctively clutches the fabric of his shirt as you attempt to regain your balance.
“Let me guess. You're capable of stitching up your own shoulder, too?”
He gently loops his arm around your waist, slowly walking the two of you to the front door of the trailer. You try to focus on keeping pressure on the gash on your shoulder and not the feeling of his toned body pressed against you. How does he smell so good after hand to hand combat and sitting in that sauna of a car? You're sure you probably smell like a wet diaper that's been left in the sun for–
Bucky opens the door and guides you inside. The interior of the safehouse is surprisingly homey and clean. It's still uncomfortably warm, but offers a nice reprieve from the violent mid-day sun.
Bucky leads you into the small living space before maneuvering you out of his hold, where you all but collapse onto a suede sofa.
“I guess you do have some amount of good luck, after all,” you mumble, wiping sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand.
“What are you talking about?” Bucky glances at you from over his shoulder as he flicks on the AC.
“That happening would indicate that I have any amount of good luck,” you quote his sarcastic comment from the car ride.
“Ha-ha-ha,” he fake laughs just as you did. He rummages through a few cabinets and drawers of the small kitchen before finding everything he’s searching for, then makes his way back to where you are on the couch.
“Drink this.” He hands you a bottle of water that you hadn't even noticed him grab. For once you don't object to his instructions, uncapping the bottle and gulping down the contents as quickly as you can.
“You're not having a heatstroke,” he assures you. “But you are going to have to let me stitch up this crater on your shoulder and pop your knee back into place.”
You sit forward, removing the now fully soaked cloth that you've been holding to your shoulder for the last half hour.
Bucky winces at the sight of it, handing you a dishrag before opening a bottle of rubbing alcohol. “You might want to bite down on–”
“I know the drill.” You sigh before putting the rag between your teeth.
He hesitates for a moment before pouring the clear liquid over the wound. You groan against the rag, your eyes squint shut in pain. You've had your fair share of broken bones and black eyes working in this field, but you don't think you'll ever get used to the pain of getting stitches without the comforts of saline solution and anesthesia.
“I'm sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs, dabbing the cut dry with a paper towel.
Your heart skips a beat at the nickname. “It's part of the job. I've come out of missions worse than this before,” you shrug, squeezing the dish rag he gave you until your knuckles go white as he makes the first incision.
“Never because of me.”
You glance at him, taken aback by the sudden shift in his tone. His gaze doesn't leave the thread and needle that he's using to close up the gash on your arm - his normally plump pout set into a hard line.
“You know this isn't your fault, right?” You keep your eyes locked on him. “I saw that guy coming at you out of nowhere and I panicked. I wasn't watching my own back. That's my fault, not yours,” you say earnestly.
“If you say so.” He glances up for a split second, giving you a tight-lipped smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
“Is that why you've been such a grouch? You're blaming yourself for me not being careful enough?”
“Maybe,” he admits quietly. “Or maybe I just hate seeing you covered in blood for any reason.”
You freeze at the bluntness of his words. You and Bucky have been partners on more missions than you could count at this point - you know that he would have done the same for you if the situation had been reversed; in fact, there had been times where he had taken the brunt of the fight in order to protect you.
All of those instances suddenly flash through your mind.
The time he used himself as a human shield when there was a bomb set off during a recon mission at a warehouse in Tokyo. Or when he football tackled you out of the direct line of an incoming dagger during an operation in Portland. Not to mention the time he left a job all the way in Prague unfinished because he merely suspected you had a concussion.
You had always chalked it up to “that’s what partners do,” but the pained expression on his face as he refuses to meet your eyes has you questioning if there could possibly be more to it.
No. You’re his partner. He’d do the same for anyone else. He wouldn’t want to see anyone on his team covered in blood if he could prevent it.
The two of you sit in a thick silence while he finishes stitching you up.
“There,” he says at last, clipping the excess suture thread with scissors. “Not quite as good as your stitch work, but I think it’ll hold you together.” His voice isn’t as strained as it was moments ago, though you can't help but notice it sounds forced.
“Thank you,” you tell him, ignoring the way your cheeks warmed the tiniest bit at his compliment. “Now for the really fun part,” you add, staring at your throbbing knee.
“You’re in luck,” he says, perking up a bit. “I’ve popped my own knees back into place an embarrassing amount of times, so this should be a breeze.” He repositions himself to have better access to your leg, moving off the couch to perch on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. You attempt to pull the tight fabric of your tactical pants up enough to give him unhindered access to your knee, but it’s too restrictive, immediately causing you to wince in pain.
“Fuck,” you huff. “I’m going to have to take these off.” You pop the button at the top of your pants and begin to push them down your thighs before insecurity can get the better of you. You try not to think about the fact that Bucky's never seen you in such little clothing - pants now pushed down to your calves, only your underwear and the bra and thin tank top you wore underneath the tactical vest that you took off as soon as you were in the safety of the getaway car left to cover you.
Hesitation flashes across Bucky’s face for a brief moment before he scoots over slightly, moving directly in front of you so that he can position his hands on either side of your kneecap. You’re painfully aware of the polar opposite feeling of his right and left hand - his flesh hand is warm and so much softer than you’d expect, his metal one icy and smooth. You aren’t sure which causes the visible goosebumps that now litter your skin.
Maybe it’s not his touch at all. Maybe it’s the way his eyes haven’t left your thighs since you exposed them.
Maybe it’s the fact that if you parted your legs just a few inches, he’d be nestled between them.
Chill out, you berate yourself. He's just relocating your knee for Christ's sake.
“On the count of three,” he starts and you brace yourself. “One, two–”
“MOTHERFUCKER.” You yell out at the same moment your knee creates a loud cracking noise that echoes off the walls of the small trailer. “You said count of three!”
“Would that really have made it less painful?” He shrugs, but doesn't move from where his knees brush against yours. “I think what you mean to say is “thank you, Bucky, you're a lifesaver and I'm now in your debt.”
“In your fuckin’ dreams,” you scoff. “I'm going to wash all of this blood and sweat off of me.” You move to push yourself off of the couch, tugging your pants back up as you stand. You can feel his eyes trail up your body as you do, making you feel woozy all over again. You turn away from him, heading towards the hallway that the bathroom is likely located down.
“I could have done that through your pants, by the way.”
You freeze mid-step, glancing back at him over your shoulder. “What do you mean?” You snap at him.
“Your knee,” he clarifies, a hint of undeniable mischief in his expression. “I could have popped your knee back into place through your pants. If you wanted to take your pants off for me so badly, you could have just said so.”
Just when you thought the safehouse was starting to cool down, your entire body heats up a thousand degrees. You're racking your brain trying to think of a retort when Bucky's ringtone starts blaring from the kitchen countertop. He ignores it, his eyes not leaving yours for what feels like an eternity.
You finally break the silence. “That's most likely Sam wanting to make sure we're not dead. Should probably answer it.”
“Probably should,” he smirks, and at last gets up from the coffee table to answer the phone.
You scurry the rest of the way to the bathroom before he can look back at you again, ignoring the sharp pains that radiate from your ribcage and the now dull ache that spreads from your knee.
You turn the water to cold, and don't get out until you've started to shiver.
— — — — —
When you exit the bathroom and step back into the connected bedroom in only a towel, you see that Bucky has done you the kindness of bringing in the bags that had been stored in the backseat of the getaway car.
You dig through your backpack, pulling out a fresh t-shirt and pair of leggings. From the next room, you can smell the aroma of whatever non-perishable food that Bucky has scrounged together. Despite your growing hunger pains, you take your sweet time combing through your freshly rinsed hair. The thought of looking Bucky in the eye after your last interaction nearly makes you lose your appetite.
What was I thinking? Oh right, I wasn't thinking at all, otherwise I wouldn't have just pushed my fucking pants down right in front of–
“Your five course dinner is getting cold.” Bucky raps his fingers against the bedroom door, startling you from your thoughts.
“Be right there,” you call back to him, swiping some deodorant under your arms. You take a glance at yourself in the bedroom’s small vanity mirror and immediately wish that you hadn't – you're cleaner than you were by miles, at least no longer covered in your own blood as well as the blood of HYDRA agents – but your cheekbone is lightly bruised, there's a slit on your bottom lip, and the bags under your eyes make it look like you haven't had a decent night's sleep in a month.
You take a deep breath and then walk back to the one room that makes up the kitchen, dining area and living room.
“Beef or shrimp ramen?” Bucky asks as you climb onto one of the barstools on the opposite side of the counter from where he's standing.
“Hm,” you contemplate, not meeting his stare and instead occupying yourself with another bottle of water that he's placed where you now sit.
Fucker probably wouldn't fluster me so bad if he wasn't being so damn thoughtful.
“I'll go with shrimp,” you answer, remembering that beef is his favorite.
He slides the bowl across the counter and then hands you a fork. You finally get the nerve to look up and meet his stare that feels as if it weighs two tons.
“So, what did Sam say?” You try to go for light conversation, twisting the fork around your noodles. “Are we free to get out of here once it's dark out?”
“Not…quite,” he hesitates, now seeming particularly interested in his own food. “The car battery kind of died.”
“What do you mean the car battery kind of died?”
“While you were in the shower, I tried to move the car behind the house so that anyone driving by wouldn't immediately know that someone's here. It started fine, but as I was driving it around back it just.. stopped. Had to push it the rest of the way.”
You let out a dramatic groan as he continues.
“I called Sam again and he said the earliest they can send someone to get us is in the morning.”
“Well,” you exhale, blowing a raspberry with your lips. “We can flip a coin to see who gets the bed?” You ask lightheartedly. This isn’t the first time that you and Bucky have had an overnight mission together, but it is the first overnight mission where the two of you haven’t had your own motel rooms or at least a safehouse with two beds.
He looks at you quizzically, furrowing his eyebrows. “You really think there’s a chance of me making you sleep on the couch? In your condition?”
“My condition?” you laugh. “I’ve got a few stitches, I’m not dying of cancer.”
“You don’t think I’ve noticed the way it’s uncomfortable for you to inhale and exhale? You’ve probably got a couple fractured ribs with the way you landed on that cement. If not fractured, then at least heavily bruised. You’re not sleeping on the couch.”
Between his tone and the look on his face, you know it isn’t up for debate. You throw your hands up in faux surrender.
“Serving me instant ramen and letting me take the king sized bed?” you say teasingly. “Keep it up and I'm going to think that you're soft on me.”
His gaze on you is heavy as he takes a long sip of water from his own bottle. “Wouldn't that be a shame?”
— — — — —
The rest of the afternoon is spent with you lounging in bed, resting your injuries and reading some cheesy western romance novel that you found in the drawer of the bedside table.
Bucky keeps to the living room, where you hear a violent sounding movie playing from a TV that has to be as old as you are.
You tell yourself that you're staying in the bedroom because you need to take it easy and relax, but truthfully you feel suffocated by the tension that has been escalating between you and Bucky since you arrived here.
A certain level of tension had always been there, you knew deep down. From the first time the two of you met almost two years ago.
Bucky had been formally introduced to the team just a few weeks prior, and it was his first official mission. An undercover mission - just the two of you.
Posing as an engaged couple at a party thrown at the estate of a notorious crime boss in order to obtain intel. Pretty straight forward - it was far from your first undercover mission. And then it was sprung on you at the last minute that the man who you'd only met once, less than a month ago, was to be your fiancé for the evening.
The bastard even went as far as to slip the fake engagement ring on your finger himself.
“Natasha picked this out. She said it needed to be a princess cut, because that's what you like.”
You chuckled as he went to slide the rock onto your ring finger. “What? You're not going to get down on one knee?”
The mission went shockingly smooth, you and Bucky were in and out with the needed intel in just a few hours. But those few hours replayed in the back of your mind more often than you care to admit.
The way his arm stayed wrapped securely around your shoulder or waist the entire hour that you mingled as guests. How he pulled you into a slow dance to discuss the plan for sneaking into the study on an off-limits floor. The musky smell of his aftershave and the spearmint on his breath.
And especially the way he referred to you as his “bride” when introducing yourselves to people, on more than one occasion throughout the night.
“And who is this absolutely beautiful young woman on your arm?” an elderly man with eye boogers and booze on his breath asks Bucky.
“This is my bride,” Bucky introduces you, giving him your undercover name. “She is beautiful, isn’t she? Most beautiful woman here, if I do say so myself.”
Saying that Bucky played his part well that night would have been an understatement. Saying that he played his part scarily well would be a more accurate assertion.
After grabbing the intel and fleeing the scene, neither of you ever mentioned that mission again. Not the lingering touches, smoldering stares - not even the way he shoved you up against the wall of a corridor, cupped your face in his large hands, and kissed you senseless for half a minute when you came close to getting caught sneaking into the private office by security at the very end of the evening.
“Do you think that was believable?” he asks nervously, his hands still clutching your face as he looks around the hallway for any lingering guards.
“Ye-yeah,” you stutter breathily. “As believable as it possibly could be.”
There’s a light knock on the partially open bedroom door that draws you back to the reality of the safehouse. You realize that you’ve been staring at the same paragraph in your book for the last half hour.
"Yeah?” you answer, bringing yourself to a sitting position.
Bucky peaks his head around the door, opening it further so that you can see what he is carrying.
“I’m tired of watching old James Bond movies,” he sighs, glancing between you and the stack of board games in his arms. “I found these in the TV stand.”
“I kicked your ass in Battleship last time we played,” you remind him. “Do you really want a rematch of that?”
“How about we make a bet?”
— — — — —
Half an hour later, you've eaten your own words, now owing Bucky a large meat lovers pizza from his favorite parlor in Brooklyn and two weeks worth of laundry duty when you return to the compound.
“How'd you get so good?” you demand as he makes the winning attack. “You were so lame at this last time.”
“Maybe I just let you win last time,” he shrugs with a shit-eating grin.
You just shake your head in defeat, wincing as you stand up from where you had been playing on the shag area rug in the living room.
“No,” you declare firmly. “No, I don't believe that. There's no way you'd willingly let me win anything. I've learned that the hard way during hand to hand combat training way too many times.”
Bucky belly laughs from where he still sits on the floor, his gaze trailing after you.
You walk over to where he has piled the board games on the coffee table, trying to find something you were confident you could win.
Monopoly isn't fun with only two players, Risk takes too long —
Your eyes lock onto a card game peeking out from underneath the Sorry! box.
You pick it up, turning back to face him with a growing smile on your face.
“Absolutely not,” he says firmly. “I'm over a hundred years old–”
“What does age have to do with truth or dare?!” You exclaim, sitting back down on the floor once more.
“I haven't been roped into a game of truth or dare since the 1930's,” he groans.
“Scared of what you might have to do?” You tease, unboxing the cards. “Or what you might have to admit?”
He stares at you for a long moment, pursing his lips. The disapproval doesn't quite reach his eyes - you can tell by the way they gleam that he's going to cave.
“Maybe a bit of both,” he admits. He tousles his fingers through his hair and moves to cross his legs at the ankles. “Fine,” he relents. “One game.”
You squeal like a kid in a candy store as you shuffle the deck of cards and lay them in a stack between you.
“Elders first,” you motion to the pile.
He rolls his eyes, drawing one from the top – dare.
“Smell another player's armpit,” he deadpans. You're instantly thankful that you remembered to cram a stick of deodorant into your backpack when packing for the mission.
“Well?” You lift up your arm. “I'm the only other player here and it's not going to sniff itself.”
Bucky sighs, leaning across the game to put his nose directly next to the opening of your t-shirt sleeve. “Lavender,” he observes after inhaling, giving you an approving nod. “As far as dares go, I got lucky.”
“Lucky that I showered earlier,” you mumble as you draw your turn, your cheeks warming slightly.
Truth.
“Who was your last kiss with and what was it like?”
Your heart plummets to your stomach as you read the words aloud. Bucky waits impatiently as you fiddle with the piece of paper in your hands.
“Might I remind you, you are the one who wanted to play this game so desp–”
You hold up a finger and make a shushing sound, silencing him as he grins menacingly.
“My last kiss was almost two years ago,” you answer honestly, looking back down at the card to avoid his stare. He can always tell when you're lying, why even try?
“With a man I barely knew,” you continue. “We had to pretend to be in love for the evening. It was a shockingly easy thing to do. When he pushed me up against a wall and kissed me as a distraction to security guards, I had to remind myself that it was an act. We never spoke about it again. But now two years later, I'm telling him that I think of that kiss often.”
When you finally look up, you can't decipher the look on his face. Long gone is the mischievous grin from just moments ago, in its place is.. shock? Perplexity?
“And why exactly have you not kissed anyone else since then?” He asks quietly.
“Nope,” you say, popping your lips on the p. “That's not how the game works, you don't get to add sub-questions.”
His eyes don't leave yours as he draws his next card.
His turn for truth. He glances down to read his question.
“Have you ever wanted to have sex with any of the players?”
Forget your cheeks feeling warm - your entire body feels like it's on fire as you wait for him to answer.
He chuckles, tossing the card on top of the other two that had already been picked.
“Every goddamn day since I kissed her almost two years ago.”
You aren't sure which one of you snaps first. You lunge forward at the same moment that he's leaning across the splay of cards to grasp your face in his hands just like he did in that corridor two years ago. The same hint of spearmint on his breath, a bit more stubble on his jaw, and a sense of desperation that wasn't there before.
He moves his hands to your lower back, pulling you flush against him as you both sit on your knees. Your own hands find the hem of his shirt, your fingers dancing across the skin of his waistline.
“I asked you why you haven't kissed anyone since we last kissed,” he murmurs against your lips when he pulls away, both of you breathless. “You don't have to answer, but that..” his mouth moves to the side of your throat where he trails open-mouth kisses across the sensitive flesh of your pulse point.
“That's why I haven't kissed anyone else, either.”
A pathetic, small moan escapes past your lips at his admission. In a split second decision, you take control. You place your hands across his chest, pushing him down onto the shag rug that you'd been playing games on just moments ago. He lets himself fall back, pulling you with him.
You straddle him, positioning yourself directly on his already evident erection. You drag yourself forwards, and then backwards, desperate for friction - he groans beneath you, jutting upwards.
The fabric of your pants between you feels like a prison.
You scoot back a few inches - just far enough to give yourself enough room to unbutton his jeans.
“Wait, wait,” he stops you as you're about to begin pulling down his pants and underwear. You freeze, petrified that you've crossed a line–
“I haven't stopped thinking about having your thighs wrapped around my head since I saw them earlier,” he says as he hooks his hands around them and hauls you up to his chest. “Take these off and sit on my face.” He tugs on the waistline of your leggings.
“If you wanted me to take my pants off for you so badly, you could have just said so,” you echo his earlier teasing.
“I'm asking you now, sweetheart,” his voice has a strained edge to it. “Don't make me beg.”
Though the notion of him begging has wetness pooling down your thighs, you're too eager to entertain it.
You stand up, directly above him as he keeps his position on the floor. You shimmy your leggings down your thighs, this time completely removing them and tossing them somewhere behind you. He tugs his t-shirt over his head and throws it in the general direction of your discarded pants.
With you still standing above him, he leans forward so that his face brushes against the inside of your thighs. He brings his hands to the band of your underwear, hooking his fingers and slowly pulling them down until they're at your ankles.
You slip them off as he lays back down on the floor. A bit apprehensively, you sit so that your bare pussy is against his hard chest.
“Just stop me if it's too uncomfortable or if you can't breathe or any–”
He cuts you off by all but picking you up and hauling you up to his face.
“I wouldn't worry about that,” his voice vibrates against the flesh of your innermost thighs. He tugs you down just one more inch so that his mouth makes contact with your center.
You gasp out in pleasure as his tongue begins exploring your folds. There's no restraint about it - he sets a brutal pace, alternating between fucking his tongue into your cunt and sucking on your clit.
You're writhing above him, grinding your pussy against his mouth. You go to squeeze your breasts, pulling your t-shirt off when you realize it's the one clothing article you've yet to shed.
When he realizes that you're now completely naked above him, he lets out an animalistic groan as he laps a thick lick up your center.
The vibration, in addition to him now squeezing your ass with enough pressure that he's bound to leave behind fingertip shaped bruises, is enough to send you spiraling to your climax.
You involuntarily squeeze your thighs around his cheeks, riding out your orgasm as he continues to wrap his lips around your throbbing clitoris.
You go still for a moment, aside from your heaving chest, as you come back down to earth.
You climb off of him, your jellified legs nearly causing you to collapse onto the floor next to him.
He props himself up with one arm, looking down at you. His face is thoroughly glistening with your juices.
You can't help but think he's never looked hotter.
A proud grin begins to form across his features as you pull him down to you by the back of his neck.
You kiss him with as much feverency as you can muster in your post orgasm haze, tasting the semi-sweet tang of your come on his lips and tongue.
“It's your turn to get these off,” you demand, drawing back from the kiss to pull at the waistband of his pants.
“Can I at least take you to the comfy bed before this goes any further?” he bargains. “You are still recovering from multiple injuries, you know.”
“I can assure you that I've never felt better.” But you let him have his way. He stands before picking you up, lifting you so that you can wrap your legs securely around his midsection. His large hands planted firmly on your ass, he walks the short distance to the bedroom. Your nipples pebble as they press against his bare chest.
He gently places you on top of the comforter before standing back, at last removing his jeans and boxers. His cock springs forward, slapping against his lower belly.
Your mouth goes dry at the sight. If it had been a long time since you had been kissed, it had been even longer since you had been fucked.
He crawls onto the bed, hovering above where you lay. You automatically open your legs to allow him between them.
His eyes rake up and down your body, pausing on your breasts.
"You're goddamn stunning.”
Before you can respond, he's leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. Rolling it between his teeth, the sensation has you arching your back into his touch. You can feel the tip of his cock jutting against your core - teasing but not yet entering.
He starts to line himself up at your hole, his eyes locking onto yours as he pumps himself in his hand. He brings his lips down to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth at the same moment he nudges his tip past your entrance.
There's a blissful burn as he cautiously buries himself inside you - you're simultaneously thankful that he's going slow and needing him balls deep. He pushes in, inch by inch, until you're filled to the hilt. When he can't get any deeper, he pulls back - and slams back into you all at once.
You swear you can feel him in your stomach. You look down at where your bodies connect, the sight of him sliding in and out of you enough to have you on the edge of climaxing again already.
He brings his metal hand to knead your breast.
"Do you have any idea how many times I've pictured having you under me like this?” He coos. You gyrate your hips to meet his thrusts, causing his eyes to roll back into his head.
“How many times I've thought about what your little moans would sound like?”
Your only answer is a gutteral moan of his name as you wrap your arms around him and dig your nails into the flesh of his back.
“Your pussy feels even more like heaven than I imagined it would.”
His praises send you over the edge - you're coming for a second time, clenching around him as his thrusts grow messy. He fucks you through your orgasm before he loses control himself, burying his face in the curve of your neck as he spills into you.
With you still panting and limp beneath him, his movements gradually come to a stop but he doesn't pull out - instead he flips you to your side and maneuvers himself into a spooning position behind you.
He peppers soft kisses along the skin of your shoulder, being careful to avoid your stitches, and relaxes beside you.
“Remind me to dislocate my knee more often,” you joke, processing everything that just happened.
He snorts, then tilts your head up to meet his gaze. “Remind me to play truth or dare with you more often.” He captures your lips in his, this kiss slower than any of the ones before.
“I guess it would be weird to make you do my laundry for two weeks now, huh?” He teases, earning a laugh from you.
“You do still owe me a pizza, but I'll be happy to share it with you.”
Summary: Have courage, and be kind. Words that you tried to live by ever since the passing of your parents. Though your step-mother and step-sisters did everything in their power to hide you and your status away from the rest of the Ton, you never expected to catch the eye of Viscount Anthony Bridgerton himself.
Authors Note: This is my first Bridgerton series! I had an absolute ball writing this, and I hope you enjoy it! There is a tag list open if anyone wishes to be kept updated for future parts. I would also like to apologise for the previous tag list not working! It has been fixed now! Gif by @fifty5hades
|PART ONE|
The horses had been restless ever since you had arrived in town. Lady Worthington, Elizabeth and Mary had been traversing between multiple shops for hours now, the three of them making multiple trips back to stuff every inch of the carriage full of boxes and bags that contained every expensive item of clothing imaginable.
The horses flinched every time the carriage doors slammed closed, their heads lifting upward as they were startled by the harsh sound. But after a few gentle pats and sweetly whispered words, the two black geldings calmed down and went back to their idling. You released a deep sigh, gently ruffling the horses’ mane as you people watched. Lords and Lady’s strolled by, some of them sneering at your dirty and slightly big dress, but you didn’t mind. You never had minded.
Sure, these clothes weren’t kept in line with their usual standard upkeep, but it was all that you had. Clothes were better than none at all. You had been so caught up tending to the horses, that you hadn’t noticed the figure creeping up behind you along the cobblestones. You jumped as the culprit tickled your sides, releasing a loud shriek as you spun around to meet the face of a young girl you knew all too well.
“Oh god, Eloise! Don’t do that!” You cried, the young Bridgerton cackling at your fright. She smiled, lightly punching your shoulder as she cried “Oh come on, this is the first time I have seen you in weeks! Does that wicked woman lock you up in a tower or something?”
“She might as well…” You replied sharply, gripping the harness of the horse closest to you “I haven’t seen the sun in days.”
“Don’t you joke about that, you know I will actually have my brothers come and save you from that hell” Eloise teased, pointing her finger at you with a stern expression. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as a small yet grateful smile graced your lips.
Eloise Bridgerton, the fifth eldest in the Bridgerton family, had figured out who you were the first moment she had met you. She was smart and witty, and had instantly put two and two together, and had no problem reminding you whenever she ran into you on the street.
The daughter of one of the most prominent Lords on the ton, suddenly vanishes after her father’s unfortunate and sudden death, running away due to the grief and sadness at the loss of her parents. Then not two days later, a new maid is hired. The ton wasn’t the biggest fan of the Worthington family, according to Eloise. The horror stories she had heard from Daphne and her brothers were more or less disturbing to say the least. She had never met your stepsisters, and prayed that she never would, but of course with the latest season coming up, that might be a little hard.
You turned to face Eloise fully, leaning back slightly as the horse’s head chased after your attention, obscuring your view slightly. “And just what are you doing in town? I thought you would have been at home preparing for Lady Danbury’s ball this evening?”
Eloise groaned loudly, slumping against the side of the carriage with a loud thump. You laughed softly at her behaviour, watching as she rolled her eyes and turned her gaze skyward. “Though I so wish that I could stay at home and read the night away, my mother has made it clear that I am to find something nice to wear for this evening. I am being chaperoned by my brother-“
“Oh?” You asked teasingly, chuckling at the glare that formed on her face “and which brother do you have the pleasure of accompanying you tonight?”
“Oh, you are so funny…” Eloise grumbled, crossing her arms over her front with a huff “…I am being chaperoned right now! ‘So that I may not run away’, according to Anthony.”
Your laughter echoed throughout the street, as Eloise rushed forward and begged you to keep quiet. You held your stomach and wiped a stray tear from your eye, releasing the horse’s harness as you did so. “Oh Eloise, I will say I do not envy you-“
“Oh but I envy you! But remember you used to be a part of this life”
“The only ball I went to was when I was a child, and even then, I don’t remember that much of it”.
Eloise scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. “To be blessed with such fortune as you have, though I suppose being related to Lady Worthington can be accustomed to being related to a toad-“
“Shhhhhhh!” You hushed, pressing a finger to your lips as Eloise smirked “Don’t say such things out loud! They could be back any minute-“
“Oh, I don’t care much. That woman is despicable-“
You watched her eyes widen, her words dying out as a small squeak replaced her sentence. Focused on the space behind you, you turned quickly and froze, suddenly feeling rather small and very aware of your current dress.
Anthony Bridgerton, the Viscount himself stood before you. He stood tall, hands clasped together behind his back as his deep brown eyes flickered between the two of you. You suddenly felt self-conscious the longer he stared at you, but you were the first to look away as you bowed your head, and once again returned to tending the horses.
“Must you always be difficult, dear sister” The Viscount spoke sarcastically, a small huff escaping him as he clenched his jaw in annoyance. You heard Eloise groan, “Must you always insist on stopping and chatting with every Lord you see? Surely it gets rather tiring”.
“It is polite, Eloise…” he spoke through gritted teeth “need I remind you that your prospects this season rely on me helping you to find a suitable husband-“
“Ah yes, because Daphne’s season went so unbelievably well. Tell me dear brother, how was it that Lord Berbrooke became our dear sister’s only suitor for some time, hm? Who, pray tell, was responsible for that match, until our lovely Daphne married the Duke of Hastings?”
The scowl that formed on the Viscount’s face caused an unpleasant shiver to run down your spine, but you couldn’t help but chuckle softly as Eloise stuck out her tongue in retaliation to her brother’s disapproving look.
You turned your gaze upward and met the Viscount’s eyes. He was looking you over, his scowl turning into a gentle smile as he sighed heavily. “You’ll have to forgive my sister, unfortunately she seems to forget her manners when in public” he spoke informatively, sneering at Eloise as she rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath.
You shrugged your shoulders, “There’s nothing to forgive, my Lord. I am well acquainted with your sister’s antics I’m afraid-“
“Don’t you dare take his side Y/n!” Eloise screamed, stomping her foot like and annoyed child. You laughed a reply, noticing the man beside you chuckling alongside you “We both know you’re not the biggest fan of society Eloise, I am simply stating fact-“
“I never thought you would betray me like this…how could you” She spoke softly, clutching her chest in mock-hurt as she dramatically slid down the side of the carriage, coming to rest on the step below the door. You heard the Viscount laugh, “Perhaps Miss Y/n here as a point. You will have to be on your best behaviour tonight, so I suggest that perhaps you should start practicing your etiquette before then-“
“You are both the worst” Eloise grumbled, standing up from the carriage step and slowly walking towards the store front before her. “If anyone needs me, I will be inside. The two of you can gossip about me at your own leisure while I suffer numerous dress-fittings inside” She whined, opening the door and disappearing inside.
You once again turned your attention back to the Viscount, looking up at him shyly as you fiddled with your hands in front of you. “Your sister does mean well, you know. Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but I am lucky to have a friend like her, especially at my status.”
He smiled at your words, his eyes meeting yours and softening on your form. You felt nervous under his gaze, with how he was looking at you with such interest. No Lord had ever looked at you like this, nor even recognised your presence. It was nice.
“I know she has the best intentions, yet it is the way that she goes about them that sometimes hinders her reputation” He replied, sighing heavily as he watched you intently for your reply. You shrugged “Well, she is a part of one of the most famous and revered families on the ton, she is constantly under the public’s watchful eye. What is the harm of having some freedoms here and there?”.
Your question was innocent enough, but you noticed the Viscount’s brow furrow as he thought on your words. His gaze fell to the cobblestones in contemplation, before returning to your figure with a mischievous smile. “You certainly know a lot of the ton. Tell me, how do you know so much?”.
Your eyes widened and a small blush crept onto your cheeks as you stuttered, “W-Well, Lady Worthington and her daughters discuss these sorts of matters quite openly-“
“Wait, Lady Worthington?” he asked, his eyes suddenly wide with what you could only assume was fear. You eyed the Viscount suspiciously, tilting your head to the side as you spoke. “Yes?...What of them?”
“Oh no, nothing. It has only now just dawned on me that you are the same Y/n that Colin mentioned when he returned from the Worthington household after calling on Miss Elizabeth, and the same Y/n that Eloise calls a friend. I feel rather stupid for not realising it until now.”
A smile formed on your lips as you dismissed his revelation, “Well, I’m not the most memorable person around, I am merely a maid-“
“A maid who has the ear of my sister…and now mine I suppose.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, your cheeks once again flushing a bright red as you turned to face him. “You’re…you’re not ashamed to be speaking so openly with me?” you asked him softly, your eyes wide with shock as you waited anxiously for his reply.
The Viscount shook his head, lightly lifting his shoulders as he hummed. “Should I be? Anyone who works for Lady Worthington has my sympathies.”
Perhaps he would be ashamed, if he knew who you really were.
You were left speechless, unsure of how to reply to his words as your mouth fell open and closed. Before you could think of a reply, the store door burst open to reveal Eloise, who now looked incredibly pale and distraught. Both you and the Viscount shared a look of confusion.
“Are you alright Eloise?” You asked cautiously. She looked between you and her brother, breathing deeply in a panic.
“My dear brother, if you wish to keep your marriage prospects hidden until the ball tonight…I suggest we run” Eloise replied breathlessly, rushing over to her brother and taking his arm in hers.
“What are you talking about-“
“Oh for the love of god, Lady Worthington and her daughters are inside! We should run, now!”
Your eyes met Eloise’s, and then those of her brother who were just as wide, perhaps even more terrified. Without thinking, your shoved both Eloise and the Viscount down the street, laughing as you did so. “Go! Don’t become trapped as I have!”
The Viscount’s laughter caused your heart to soar, as he waved a quick goodbye while Eloise dragged him away and around the corner, right on time as Lady Worthington, Mary and Elizabeth stormed out of the store in a huff. You returned to stand by the horses, trying desperately to contain your laughter as the three of them stumbled towards the carriage, boxes in hand, and struggling to squeeze into the already overstuffed carriage.
“I suppose you found everything you were after, my lady?” You replied quickly, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from chuckling, “should we perhaps return home?”
Lady Worthington’s icy gaze settled on your form, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “Did I tell you to speak? I think not. Just go, we have a lot to do before the ball.”
How something so simple — so harmless, could make Finnick's jaw tick with anger. At first, you chose to dismiss it, cataloging his behavior as something as silly as him just being an asshole. But then you began to notice it more often until the ticks in his jaw were death glares and backhanded comments.
And, surprisingly, it all started with a compliment. Back when the lovers of District Twelve won their games President Snow had thrown an enormous party in their honor. As a Victor, you'd been forced to attend the event alongside Finnick Odair; whom the people of Panem loved to interlace you with. Yes, he was from your District. And yes, he was gorgeous.
But, curiously enough, you both detested each other.
Perhaps, it had something to do with the fact that he lived right across from you in the Victors' Village. Or that you'd been mentoring tributes with him for years. Or that he loved to step on your garden on his way home just to make you knock on his door and watch you throw a fit about it.
The list could go on — infinitely.
But, on that particular night, when you were forced to interact with the lovers of District Twelve; Peeta's eyes caught your attention amidst the conversation.
"Your eyes are beautiful." You'd said, harmlessly, as you tilted your head to scrutinize his features curiously. Peeta simply blushed and mumbled something along the lines of, "Thanks. You are very beautiful yourself."
But that was enough to send Finnick fuming.
And, simultaneously, you'd managed to piss off Katniss too; who more than often tended to get under your skin for various reasons you didn't care enough to list. So, in your personal opinion, it was a win-win situation for both of you. You pissed off Finnick. And Peeta pissed off Katniss.
At first, you did it for the fun of it, but then the aftermath of the interaction set ablaze your skin in the most pleasurable manner you'd ever experienced before. Seeing Finnick so pissed — so angry, was a mercurial high you'd never experienced before. Its bone-deep effect was enough to turn you greedy and that greediness eventually turned into a routine.
So, when you were reaped for the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games and left with no choice, but to be stuck with Finnick again; you tried to make the best out of the situation. So, you entertained yourself by flirting with Peeta, which was the easiest and most effective way of pushing down on Finnick's bottoms. You flirted with him in the elevators, in the training room, and — sometimes, even in the rooftop.
Anywhere near Finnick sufficed, really.
It was the highlight of your day.
And it was easy to keep the act with Peeta; he was surprisingly good at toying with words. And the best part, in your opinion, was that neither of you took the game seriously enough to build something more beyond that.
So, it was fun — until one day it was not.
The day before the games, when you were waiting for Finnick to finish his interview with Caesar Flickerman backstage, was when your own little game ended up hitting you in the butt. Under the limelight, you could appreciate the green hue in his eyes as you watched him through the screen. He was gorgeous, you couldn't deny that, and it almost irked you how much he knew that as he smiled at the camera; dimples creasing.
Naturally, the audience cheered for him.
"You're drooling, sweetheart," Peeta's voice broke into your reverie and, almost instantly, you threw him a glare over your shoulder. "Careful, I might just think you want him too.
"Who?" You asked, feigning innocence.
"The tall, blonde muscular man in front of you."
"Oh, him?" You turned back to face the screen, trying to act nonchalant. "I don't know him."
Peeta scoffed, incredulous at your indifference.
"Well, for someone you don't know, you sure seemed interested enough to piss him off." He acknowledged, shifting closer to your frame.
"Guilty?" You quipped, allowing the warm skin of his arm to brush against yours. "Besides, you love pissing Katniss off. And trust me, she's way worse at hiding her dislike toward me than Finnick is."
"She's not." Peeta quickly objected, and you rolled your eyes. "Besides, she's different."
"She tried to shoot me once."
"I said different, not sane."
"Besides, she looks at me like she wants to hunt me down and eat me." You confessed, subconsciously sweeping the brunette a glance. To your luck, she wasn't paying attention to you; too preoccupied talking with Johanna about the wedding dress she was wearing and whatnot.
"I could eat you." Peeta suddenly grinned, and it took everything in you to not let your mouth fall agape. "Sorry, old habits die hard."
"I knew you weren't as innocent as you pretend to be," You laughed, completely oblivious to the words Finnick had just blurted out on stage. "What?" You asked Peeta when you noticed a shift in his expression. "Did I say something?"
Peeta swallowed hard. "No, not you..." He trailed off, and you instinctively followed his gaze back to the screen. "But your boyfriend just did."
"My what?" You exclaimed.
"I can't believe it!" Caesar suddenly gasped, relishing the way the audience loudly cheered for something you'd just missed."Finnick Odair and (Y/N) (Y/LN), ladies and gentlemen, are officially our lovers from District Four!"
"What the fuck?" You cursed, trying to dismiss the heat that was traveling up your cheeks as you took in this new information. Peeta, on the other hand, found the situation quite entertaining to watch.
"How long were you planning on hiding this from us, Finnick, huh?" Caesar confronted, and the audience naturally laughed along with him. "Tell us, what more are you hiding from us? We are dying to know, aren't we?"
The audience cheered loudly.
It was so swift, the faint smirk that itched Finnick's lips as he thought about his next words carefully (as if he hadn't planned them out already). But the expression had been there — for a split second, and you'd caught it. Fuck me, you thought, when you recognized the malice behind the familiar gesture.
"We are expecting a baby."
No, you weren't.
But you should've seen their faces.
The statement alone was enough to make you falter on your spot. For a moment, you watched as the audience stood up from their seats and erupted into an inconsolable mess. Demanding answers and, surprisingly, even for the games to be stopped — for the sake of your child. His child.
"Congratulations," Peeta remarked, and you almost forgot he was standing next to you.
"I'm not pregnant!" You hissed, throwing the blonde a look. Belatedly, catching the teasing smile that curved his lips as he raised his hands in defense. To his luck, your attention was quickly redirected to Finnick, who'd happened to step back into the room with a nonchalant expression on his face.
You made sure to waste no time in confronting him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You venomously hissed, pushing him back in evident anger.
"Are the pregnancy hormones hitting you already, sweetheart?" Finnick deadpanned, relishing the way the skin of your face flushed.
"You bastard." You spat, almost throwing daggers at him, before realization quickly flitted across your face. He'd just labeled you as his on live television; he'd just made you his ally and forced an act to fall upon you. "Oh, fuck me."
A grin stretched across his lips. "I thought I did." He said, just loud enough for Peeta to hear.
But he only blinked in response.
"Wha — no we didn't!" You argued, dismissing the looks that you were starting to receive from the Victors. What the hell was wrong with him?
"You should relax," Finnick dared to suggest, and it took everything in you to not slap that grin off his face. "It's not good for the baby.
"You fucker —"
" — okay, separate." Haymitch suddenly interjected, forcing you to step back from the blonde. "Whatever this is, you need to keep it together, and — you, sweetheart, are about to step on stage in front of all those people. So, I suggest you cool it down and follow along with his little act if you want to stay alive. We are in the games, honey, remember that."
You supposed Haymitch was right; the damage had already been done. The least you could do was take advantage of the situation, but that; somehow, managed to piss you off more. Now, you were stuck in a fake relationship with Finnick — scratch that, you were stuck with Finnick and his baby.
You clenched your jaw tightly as you tried to quench the fire that retaliated in the pit of your stomach. You hated this; you hated Finnick, but more importantly — you hated not having the upper hand in the situation.
"(Y/N) (L/N), you're up next."
With a knot in your throat, you managed to collect your thoughts and follow the directions you were beckoned to. But not before pushing past Finnick on your way upstage, "I hate you."
He grinned. "Break a leg, baby,"
A few hours later, you found yourself inside an elevator. You were on your way back to your floor, where you were hoping to get a much-needed rest. Today, as you could tell, was not your day. Most of the tributes were already back in their rooms by the time you'd stepped inside the elevator and you were thankful for that. So, you threw your head back, shut your eyes, and leaned against the wall to enjoy the fleeting and rare bouts of silence.
Until the doors parted.
"Oh, fuck me!" You audibly groaned, when you opened your eyes and caught sight of Finnick's figure.
A smirk stretched his lips. "What's wrong, baby?" He deadpanned, pressing the number to your floor.
You rolled your eyes. "Fuck off."
"Mhm," He clicked his tongue, stopping just in front of you. Establishing a dangerous short distance between you two. "That's not the way to talk to me."
You raised an eyebrow at him. "Excuse me?"
He gave you a one-shoulder shrug. "Given, you know, the fact that I'm going to be the father of your child."
Irritation alongside anger shoots down your spine; forcing your body to visibly vibrate. Or, perhaps, it was the electric tension in the elevator that made you shake— the small gap between you and Finnick. Whatever it was, you tried to dismiss it. "I'm not pregnant!"
Finnick watched you for a moment; without a word, simply examining your features. After a minute, when you were almost certain he was going to back off and leave you alone, he added. "But you could be."
You froze on your spot, trying to keep your head from reeling as you thought about his words. He must be joking. "You think you're funny, don’t you?"
"Think about it," Finnick suggested, taking a deliberate step closer. Instinctively, you fell back a step. "We could get you pregnant. Take all the sponsors. Make the Capital love us," Your back hit the wall. "And that could save our asses in the arena again. Easy win."
Inwardly, you found yourself considering his suggestion — for a split second, before reality (and embarrassment) washed over you. "That would never work." You said, matter-of-factly, before straightening your posture and looking at him in the eye.
"Want to test it?"
The elevator stopped.
"You're sick." You hissed, taking advantage of the opening of the doors to exit the situation, but before you could even take a step out — you were pulled right back in. Within a blink of an eye, your back was pressed against the wall and your arms were pinned over your head as Finnick Odair looked down at you with evident amusement on his face.
"What?" He breathed out, ignoring your loud complaints and attempts to escape him. "Can't handle a taste of your own medicine?"
Incredulous, you blinked. "What?"
"I know you do it on purpose." Finnick elaborated, and your eyebrows knitted together; unsure of what he was referring to. He must be losing it, you thought.
"What the hell are talking about?"
"I know about the game you play with Peeta."
Oh.
Your face dropped.
That game.
Then you frowned as you belatedly realized he was getting back at you. Well, two can play that game.
"Is that a fantasy of yours or something?" You tried to change the subject elsewhere, dismissing the way Finnick rolled his eyes as you played dumb. To your luck, you couldn't quite fool him or escape him.
"I could ask you the same thing,"
"What is it to you, anyway?" You questioned, narrowing your eyes at him. Suddenly remembering you could easily take the upper hand in the situation. "What I do or don't do with Peeta?"
Finnick's jaw ticked.
"Oh, I see," You teased, puffing your chest out; trying to gain advantage. "It bothers you, doesn't it?"
A chuckle escaped his lips; low and humorless, as his eyes traveled down to follow the movement of your chest. "You think I'm threatened by lover boy?"
Your lips twitched. "Admit it."
Finnick's lips suddenly stretched, dimples creasing as he looked down to stare at yours. "You're crazy."
"I can tell when somebody wants me, you know?" You toyed with him, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible when his eyes suddenly darkened with a shade of green you couldn't put into words. Jesus, you thought to yourself, he's stupidly gorgeous.
Finnick's eyebrow raised. "Is that so?" He dropped his voice to a whisper, leaning deliberately closer to your face until his breath was pressing against your skin.
And it was then; in that moment, when it suddenly dawned on you that you had to make a choice. The choices were simple — no-brainer: curse him out, flip him off, or take him back to your room.
"What's wrong, baby?" Finnick chuckled when he noticed the sudden shift in your demeanor. "Nervous?"
Pick your poison, babe.
"You wish." You retaliated, a little faintly, trying to keep yourself from giving in. "Asshole."
"God, you're incorrigible," Finnick whispered, but before you could open your mouth to answer back, his lips crashed onto yours. The kiss was rough and it clouded your head momentarily; you don't think anyone had ever kissed you like this before. But it didn't matter because you reciprocated with equal fervor — to no one's surprise, and quickly followed his lead.
Heat retaliated in the pit of your stomach when his knee parted your legs, sliding his thigh in between yours as he deepened the kiss. Your arms eventually fell to your sides when he let go of them; putting his hands to better use as he ran them down your body. Down your neck, your chest, your hips, your ass.
But you didn't attempt to escape him this time.
"We're in an elevator." You reminded him, breathing heavily as he slid his hands underneath your dress.
"Mhm," Finnick hummed, dismissing your comment as his mouth trailed down your neck. As if he almost didn't mind the inconvenience; the morality wrong misconduct. "I'm in the middle of something."
Take him back to your room.
A small chuckle escaped your lips. "Come on, we're not animals." You beckoned him, ignoring his audible groan as you dragged him out of the elevator. But before you could step out — you abruptly stopped in your tracks, making him stumble right into your back.
"Jesus, you want it here or there?"
"Shut up!" You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, trying to hide the faint hues of pink that tinged your cheeks. "I still hate you, by the way."
Finnick's laugh ricocheted off the walls; warm and almost contagious. He knew it wasn't true.
Okay, hey, since this post took off, let me share some other action beats you can use to punctuate the silence when writing a conversation, that isn't sighing.
They…
Grimaced.
Shrugged.
Frowned.
Scrunched their nose.
Yawned.
Fiddled with a loose thread on their sleeve.
Ran a hand through their hair.
Worried/bit/licked their lips.
Hummed.
Replied with a rather rude hand gesture.
Picked at a hangnail.
Gingerly grazed a finger down the length of so-and-so's arm, avoiding their gaze like it would burn.
Farted.
Kicked a stone.
Twirled a lock of hair.
Twirled somebody else's lock of hair.
Twirled a lock of hair on the disembodied head they'd just plopped onto the dinner table.
Stuffed their hands into their pockets.
Stuffed their hands into the open cavity at the neck of this dang disembodied head on the table.
Feigned interest in their phone.
Flipped a page.
Flipped the table.
Flipped the script and escaped the pages. I repeat, the character has escaped and is in the real world. God have mercy on us all.
Pissed themselves.
Their…
Shoulders sagged.
Brows knit/furrowed.
Muscles tensed, tightening and locking up like a key twisting in a rusty lock. (Did you just repeat lock twice in the same sentence? Ew).
Muscles relaxed, tension spilling from their skin and pooling like blood at their feet.
Stomach dropped.
Heart beat slower and slower until it ceased to beat at all, which, frankly, is going to be an issue if they hoped to carry on this conversation.
Heart beat faster and faster and faster and faster and faster and wouldn't slow down, aw, shit, please, just slow the fuck down…
And lastly: nothing! Don't write anything. Don't say the character does anything. Not blinking, not sighing, not grimacing, or shrugging. Frankly, you'd be surprised at how little of these small reactions you really do need to write. Allow your readers' imagination to fill in the gaps. Isn't that also part of the fun of reading?
Summary: You’re down to your last few dollars after trying to make it big in Hollywood and Vegas, finally realising you need to head home. But you need money for the bus fare, and a small card in the casino ladies room offered enough money for something you’d never considered doing. Little do you know the person behind the camera is one of Vegas’s high rollers.
Pairing: Vegas Mobster Chris Evans x Female Reader (no size or race mentioned)
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Amateur Porn, Masturbation, Sex Toys/vibrators, Oral Sex (Female Receiving).
Word count: 2601
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been crying for like two hours because I found out the old retired sumo wrestler I keep up with in Japan who runs a capybara visiting center might not be able to afford to keep it open and may have to shut down because nobody is visiting anymore because of covid……… this man loves these capybaras…… I am devastated ….
summary || after the rise of hydra, your entire life turned into a living nightmare. you lost everything you held precious, your job, your house, your degree, even hope. but then you’re assigned as a mate to him, your enemy and your only ray of hope, James Buchanan Barnes.
warnings || dystopian au. dark au (inspired by handmaid’s tale). enemies to lovers. SMUT. mating cycles/heats. unprotected sex. alpha! bucky. alpha/omega dynamics. knotting. multiple orgasms. body worship. shower sex. love making (sweet sex). marking kink. oral sex. fingering. protective!bucky. possessive! bucky. petnames (bunny). forced marriage. misogyny. fake laws. mentions of assaults. attempt to murder. angst with happy ending — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!
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Your lips wobbled as you stared blankly outside the window. Your eyes weren’t seeing the blinking lights outside of the fast moving car but you could see the reflection of your sunken face in the clear glass against the night sky.
Steady tears were running down your cheeks. You had hoped your eyes would dry up and one day the tears would stop. But they never did. You probably hadn’t stopped crying from the day this world had completely changed overnight — for you.
The alphas and betas were still continuing on with their life just like it was before. But you, you were facing the consequences of the after. The blow was so sudden and severe that you still remembered how you’d openly gawked at your TV when the news was circulated.
After Hydra won against the government, project insight was implemented from the stroke of the midnight of that day. And in that single change of minute, you had lost your job, your degree, and your entire life. From a human with rights, you were reduced down to a omega meant to be bred.
Omegas of age weren’t allowed to work or study anymore, they were given to alphas to be mated, without their choice. There was some complicated algorithm of compatibility which no one cared enough to explain to you.
Unfortunately, you were one such omega.
You didn’t even know your mate’s name until this morning at the registry where he signed off both of your papers. The alpha now held all of your life in his fist. He could legally do anything to you and no one would even bat an eye.
James Buchanan Barnes, that was his name. He hadn’t spoken a word to you and you had read his name on the mating bond papers. He seemed to be lost in his own world and you were glad at least he wasn’t pestering you.
Did he not want you just as much as you didn’t want him?
You hoped that was the case and he would stay the hell away from you. Though you had to agree that the alpha was the most gorgeous man you had ever laid your eyes on. If you had met before, you surely would’ve tried your luck with his specimen of an alpha. But now you felt no such thing.
You had heard the horror stories of mated pairs, of how the alphas treated their omegas now that there wasn’t a law stopping their cruelty. Not a single omega was happy in this current world, and the fact that you were headed towards the same fate made goosebumps rise on your flesh.
You wished the alpha would open his mouth and at least say something so that it would give you a faint idea of how he was as a person. His crystalline blue eyes were fixated on the road and you noticed the small twitches of his nose he gave occasionally which you guessed were due to your scent, now that suppressants were banned.
Did he not like your scent?
The stupid question shouldn’t have disappointed you at all, but it did. On the other hand, you couldn’t scent him because alphas could still get scent blockers. Though you were glad that you didn’t have to smell him constantly, a small part of you still wished you could at least know what his scent was.
The rest of the ride was just as uneventful. You kept looking out of the window and he kept his mouth shut. When you finally arrived at his house, you blinked your eyes repeatedly to make sure you weren’t dreaming. His house was huge.
You realised that he wasn’t just an alpha, he was a powerful one at that.
Though you had guessed he was rich if his expensive car was something to go by, but you hadn’t expected him to be this influential. The beautiful house was surrounded by lush yard and your feet ached to experience the cool grass beneath your bare feet. It was a little hope of freedom.
The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside and though everything looked right out of an architectural magazine, the house wasn’t a home. It lacked the careful touch of love and homeliness. If it wasn’t for James bringing you here, you wouldn’t have believed anyone even lived here.
Your previous distractions melted away when James led you to his bedroom. Despite the cozy temperature, your body started trembling. You knew what was going to happen once you were inside, it was inevitable, but you were still not ready for it. Right now you were legally signed off to James, but after your bite, your soul would belong to him.
You frantically looked around for even a small exit to run away, and though you saw huge windows from which you could escape, you knew that if you were caught, which you most definitely would be, you’d face something worse than you’d imagined. So with a heavy heart and sweaty hands, you finally entered in.
Your eyes first landed on the spacious bed and a tingle of fear ran down your spine. You keenly followed Bucky’s movements, the alpha discarded his jacket and you nearly sobbed. This was it. This was the last moment where your soul would belong to you and not be tainted by some alpha’s teeth.
You were still standing by the door when the alpha, without even saying a word, disappeared into the bathroom. Your eyebrows knitted in confusion as you stood alone in the room. It then dawned upon you that James had never stated for you to come after him and you’d just blindly followed him.
Did he not want you in this room?
Why was he behaving like this?
You didn’t even sit down and just patiently waited for him to reappear into the room. You could hear the shuffling noises inside and you anxiously worried your lower lip. You didn’t understand why he went inside the bathroom to undress himself when he could do it in front of you like expected.
When he finally arrived back, you were shocked to see him dressed in sweatpants and a cotton shirt. Your heart calmed down a little and your shoulders sagged with relief when it became clear that he wasn’t going to mate with you, at least not tonight.
But that was until you saw his metal arm.
The instant your eyes fell on the glinting metal, you recognised who he was. How could you not? His name was on everyone’s tongue as they gossiped, he was said to be a ghost. He was the one who had taken down Captain America and had ensured that Hydra took over the government.
He was called the fist of Hydra.
The Winter Soldier.
And he was the one responsible for all your misery.
He had probably cropped his hair short after Hydra had taken over, because in the pictures from before, he had dark shoulder length hair. His new hair, combined with the fact that he wore gloves, was why you hadn’t realised who he was earlier.
Suddenly, all the riches he possessed clicked into place. All the alphas who protested against Hydra were stripped of all their wealth and those who supported were promoted. And this alpha, shamelessly enjoying all these luxuries, was literally one of the top ranking officers. He was probably only under Alexander Pierce, the leader of the whole operation.
Your helplessness now burned down into fuming anger. The man who was responsible for ruining your and many other’s lives was roaming this planet without a single consequence. Your hands shook, not with fear, but with the urge to hit him. Your body was pulled taut as you stood still, like a tiger waiting to pounce on its prey.
James didn’t even look at you as he laid down on the bed. He slept on the right side and turned away from you, giving you a view of his back. fool. You shouldn’t be showing your back to your enemy. But he didn’t know you were his enemy, not yet.
You knew you couldn’t attack now, he was a skilled assassin and he’d easily overpower you. But you had to carry on with your ruse. You wanted to throw up just from the thought of laying next to him, but you had to. Gladly, the bed was spacious enough to leave plenty space between you two such that not even your hands were near each other.
Your eyes stared at the electric clock at the side of your bed, the little red digits keeping you busy and aware of the time. The alpha apparently didn’t snore, so you couldn’t tell if he had fallen asleep or not. But for a good measure, you keep yourself awake for a few more hours by thinking of all the things you once loved.
When the red digits finally blared that it was much past midnight, you slowly tiptoed out of the bed. You turned around to check if the alpha was awake and you let out a little sigh when you saw his eyes were closed. Gladly, the floor neither the doors were squeaky so without making a noise, you came downstairs and looked around for the kitchen.
You didn’t take much time in finding a knife once you reached the kitchen. You gulped nervously, you knew the consequences would be immense. But you had to. You couldn’t live with yourself if you let James go away unharmed. They had already ruined your life, what more could they do?
You clutched the knife as if your life depended upon it as you walked up the stairs and back into his room. A little of your courage drained out of you when you noticed his sheer size. His bulging bicep was visible of his flesh hand and whimpered at the possibilities of what the metal arm was capable of.
But this was your only chance at revenge. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was even. Your hand was trembling and the knife was gleaming in the moonlight as you stood above his sleeping form. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to collect your thoughts. You can do this.
“You’ll have to be a little more swift if you want to kill me.”
You didn’t even recognise the shriek you let out when the alpha commented this. He didn’t even make a move to get up or take the knife away from you, instead he just opened his eyes. His blue grey eyes were staring at you for the first time and you felt yourself shaking at just the intensity of his gaze.
“You’re too loud. You should try to walk a little silently and not stomp. I can even hear your heart thundering in your chest right now, and you smell as if you’re about to pass out. But I gotta give it to you for your bravery. Also, good choice of knife.”
His tone was condescending as if he was entertaining a wild kitten who he knew would cause him no harm. He didn’t even see you as a serious threat, and that infuriated you even more. He thought you were so helpless and so meek, that you couldn’t even do any substantial harm to him.
“Fuck you!” You screamed with all the strength you could muster. You already knew you were going to face the worst kind of punishment for trying to murder him, so there was no point trying to make excuses. The anger that had brewed inside you for so long finally came out.
“Oh. I thought you didn’t want that.” He said nonchalantly and it added fuel to the fire. This man was so smug, he thought he knew it all. But the problem was, he probably did know it all. He was guessing your next step even before you did it.
“Shut up! Shut up, you monster! You think you’re some kind of a god now, don’t you? Snatching away our rights and playing with our lives. But you’re going to face the consequences of what you’ve done. We’ll get justice one day and then you’ll rot in hell for the rest of your life!” You shouted.
“I’m already in hell sweetheart.” He said with a loud defeated sigh.
“Oh, you think you’re so funny with your stupid little comebacks. God, I just wanna strangle you so bad.” You said through clenched teeth. “Go on then. Strangle me. I’m right here. I won’t even fight back, I promise.” He was still casually lying down, unaffected, while you were burning with fury.
You really wanted to choke the life out of him, but you knew it was a trap. So instead you just stood where you were and tried to convey all your hate through your gaze. “See. You can’t do it now. So get some sleep and think about more ideas and probably poison my food tomorrow.”
You couldn’t believe this man’s audacity. Did he not feel even a little bit guilty? He lost definitely did not as he closed his eyes again not even caring that you still had a knife in your hand. What you hated the most was how he didn’t give you even a little attention.
“Go to hell!” You screamed again before leaving the room with a loud bang of the door. The house was fairly empty at night and so you went downstairs again to sleep on the lavish couch. But just as you came down the stairs, you swear you saw something move in the periphery of your eye.
The floor was too dark without a source of light except the reflection from the moon. But when you turned around, you could see the silhouette of a tall man. Your heart was as it is pumping adrenaline, but after seeing the shadowy figure, your heart nearly stopped.
Swallowing a shriek, you ran back upstairs as fast as you could. You once again entered Bucky’s room and quickly locked the door. Your brain was constantly playing — alpha will protect you — and despite hating it, you did ran back to your alpha. No. Not your alpha.
“Welcome back!” You could see his eyes were still closed and he hadn’t yet seen your panting form. “Do… do you have servants at night?” You wiped off the thin sheen of sweat that collected on your forehead. “No. They all leave by 8.” This time he opened your eyes and after looking at your disheveled state, he finally got up.
“Hey. What happened?” And there it was, genuine concern which oddly touched your heart. “There’s someone downstairs. I saw… someone.” You said as you clutched your heaving chest. At this point after all that had happened, you couldn’t think straight.
“Shhh. Calm down.” A tingle ran down your spine when the alpha gently touched your hand. He pulled you further into the room and made you sit on the bed. “There’s no one else in this house right now. You’re tired, let me get some water for you.” His eyes looked so kind, much unlike before.
“I swear I…” you protested, but he stopped you. “Shhh… give me a minute okay?” He wasn’t mocking you, instead he was trying to soothe you. And it was so wildly unexpected but so very welcomed. You nodded as Bucky left the room and sagged a little into the overly soft bed.
He was unlike any other alpha you’d ever met.
Even back when things were normal, alphas pounced on omegas every chance they got. But he hadn’t even touched you in that way yet. The other alphas took meagre reasons to punish their omegas, but he hadn’t even done anything when you’d literally tried to kill him. This gentleness was so bewildering, it was like a punch in your gut.
This man who had literally destroyed everything that came in his way to make sure Hydra won was being so sweet to his omega? No, this must be some kind of a trap.
“Here, take this. I just checked downstairs, there’s no one. I think you should rest now.” He handed you a glass and you greedily gulped down the cool water. “Thank you, alpha.” You loathed calling him that, but that was the rule. You couldn’t address him by his name.
“Don’t call me that. My name’s Bucky.” You openly gawked at Bucky like a fish. Did you hear that right? “You want me to call you by your nickname?” He smiled, and by god it was the most beautiful one you’d ever seen. “Everyone close to me does, so yeah. Do call me Bucky.”
“Okay… Bucky.” The name sounded good in your mouth. You shared your name back and he repeated it as if tasting it on his tongue. “It’s good to meet you. But remember, when we are outside or in front of anyone else, even the servants, you have to address me as Alpha.” He warned and you nodded.
“Can I ask why?” This was so suspicious. “I can’t give you all the answers. But I hope one day you’ll get it.” You wanted to fight back but you were too tired for it. “Also, this reminds me…” Bucky turned around and dug something out from his walk in closet.
You clenched your jaw when you saw what was in his hands. A collar. It was a thin black leather collar with a tag in between and you already knew what it said and it made you wanted to cry harder. You crumbled the bed sheets with your fist in your anger.
“You’ll have to wear this everytime we are out of this room.” He handed you the collar and you inspected the material with tears in your eyes. It was soft but wasn’t the material that would cause pain, but the rather the physical existence of a sign of ownership.
“I don’t want to wear this.” You didn’t shout, rather you complained in a small voice. “I know. But you have to or else it’ll be worse for both of us.” You knew it was a compulsion for all the omegas to wear a collar with a name tag of their alphas. You turned around the metal tag to see what you already knew would be there.
Winter’s
Odd, you had expected it to say James and not Winter Soldier. Because ever other omega had one with their alpha’s first name. You ran your thumb over the engraving. “Why does it say this? Shouldn’t it be your first name?” You genuinely asked.
“Because there may be many James, but there’s only one Winter Soldier.” A weird feeling bloomed into your chest, it was close to pride but you suppressed it. You weren’t going to be reduced to your primal instincts, you had a functioning brain and you were going to use it.
“Ohh. Aren’t you going to mate me?” You finally asked the question you had been eager to ask since a long time now. What felt amusing was that Bucky was answering all of your questions, while you were sure the other alphas would get annoyed and tell you to shut the fuck up.
“No.”
The relief you had denied yourself for so long finally spread through your body. The thing you feared the most was not happening and you hadn’t ever felt happier. “Thank you. Though I must ask why? Is there someone else in your life?” You probably were crossing a line, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“No. I just… I just don’t want to force you.” His words were so sincere that you wanted to cry with how sweet the alpha was, but then you bitterly remembered who he was. You couldn’t stop the hysterical laugh that bubbled up in your throat.
“You better be joking! Are you serious? What the fuck!” You spat out while giggling. “Of course I’m serious. I know you hate me more than anything else, but you have to trust me on this one.” His eyes were warm despite being deep blue and you didn’t know how he managed that.
“You are the Winter Soldier! You are literally the reason all of us are suffering and you say you won’t force yourself on me? Are you insane? What even is your problem? And trust you? I’d rather be dead than trust a scum like you.” You huffed out.
Bucky closed his eyes and took in a long breath. “I don’t…” he wanted to tell you something but he stopped himself short. “You know what, it’s late. Let’s go to sleep.” You wanted to know what he was saying before, but he quickly went back to his side and buried himself under the covers.
You grumbled to yourself about how you’d managed to score the most insane alpha on this planet. You stretched a little before yawning and laying down in the bed again. This time, the exhaustion of the day and super fluffy bed made you quickly fall into a dreamless sleep.
~~~
“Your house is beautiful.” Ann commented in her soft voice as she looked at the house. A little smile spread across your lips, “Thank you. But it’s not my house. Also I’m pretty sure it’s haunted.” You jested and her face turned around to look at you with wide eyes. “Wait, what?”
“I believe someone else lives in this house except us but Buc…. my Alpha doesn’t believe me.” You nearly slipped up Bucky’s name but gladly correctly yourself before anyone could notice. Ann shook her head at your antiques.
It had been a month since you had first met Bucky and by now, you had slipped well into the role of pretending to be his mate. Omegas usually dressed such that their bonding marks were hidden, you wore clothes with high collar to hide the absence of one.
Bucky’s behaviour still didn’t sit right with you, he still hadn’t mated with you and rather chatted with you as you were his friend, not his omega. He was also interested in asking about how your life was before this and you had seen a flash of guilt in his eyes for the first time.
Today, Bucky had arranged a party in his house. The preparation had been going on for days since only the elite members of the society were invited. The names you’d only heard before finally got a face as they arrived at the party. All of them were smiling and laughing as if they hadn’t just ruined so many peoples’ lives.
Your blood had boiled seeing those cruel alphas so happy and unable to take it anymore, you had slipped out into the backyard. It wasn’t like anyone was even looking for you, you were an unwanted omega who was only there because you had nowhere else to go. But as you were outside, you had met Ann, Brock Rumlow’s omega.
Rumlow was Bucky’s subordinate but Ann was a sweet woman and you had stroke an odd friendship with her. You both had so many problems in your life that all you wanted to do with cry on each other’s shoulder, but instead you chose to talk about stupid things that didn’t matter. It was like a small reprieve from the issues of the world.
“And that’s because there really isn’t anyone except us.” You turned around to see Bucky standing besides you. “I.. we didn’t know you were here. Sorry alpha.” Ann fumbled. Looking at her panicked state on the arrival of Bucky, you could only guess how her alpha treated her. She didn’t wait anymore and quickly went back inside.
“I was a little worried when you disappeared.” Bucky whispered as you walked side by side. The warmth of the house seeped into your skin as you entered back into the chattering crowd. “Why? You were worried I’d be poisoning all your food?” You joked.
“I wouldn’t take you for any less.” Bucky chuckled and shook his head. You looked around the party to see how the other alphas treated their omegas, they were merely a thing of possession for them and nothing else.
You and Bucky were walking very close to each other, such that your hands were touching. You didn’t know what got into you, but but placed your hand on his and interlaced your fingers and held tight. Bucky’s head snapped down to your entwined hands and he looked up at you with surprise.
“What’s this for?” You could hear the happiness in his voice as he too locked his fingers with you. The past month, you had somehow began to trust the alpha. And this little token of affection, that was your connected hands, meant so much to you. “I’m just glad I got you.” Hearing your words, a sweet smile spread on Bucky’s lips.
But soon the smile drained from both of your faces when you came face to face with none other than Alexander Pierce. You knew he was not only invited to the party, but he was very close to Bucky. For the first time in your life you were happy that you didn’t have to speak anything at all because you knew you couldn’t say anything good to Pierce.
Bucky and Pierce had some conversation you weren’t interested in listening, so instead you just awkwardly shifted from one foot to another hoping to survive today’s night somehow. But those plans were thwarted when one of the clumsy beta waiters accidentally collided with you and ended up spilling a whole tray containing champagne flutes.
“Fuck!”
You didn’t even think twice as you cursed out loud. Your clothes were wet and soggy and you groaned with disappointment. But when you looked up, you realised everyone else was staring at you with wide eyes, especially other omegas. And that’s when you realised your mistake; omegas weren’t supposed to curse.
“I noticed that you’ve got yourself a feisty one, James.” Alexander Pierce was the first one to comment and then the whole room dissolved into laughter, at your cost. You were sure half of them didn’t even hear the joke but were laughing just because pierce said something. But one thing you noted was how Pierce called Bucky James.
“Well, I’ve trained my whore right.” Rumlow commented and you felt all the sirens going red in your head. Did he really just say that? You eyes turned to poor Ann who was desperately trying to hide her face but failing to do so. You couldn’t take this anymore. You hated being so so helpless.
“What the fuck did you just say?” You said turning over to Rumlow and once again, the whole room went silent, even Pierce stopped laughing and looked at you with calculating eyes. Your hands were shaking with the immense need to punch Rumlow straight in his jaw.
“Omega.” You felt Bucky’s warning grip over your shoulder, but you didn’t stop — couldn’t stop. “You think this is funny? You think any of us want to be here? Because if it were up to me I wouldn’t even look twice at a scum like you. You think you’re some kind of an alpha trying to dominate others, but let me tell you how wrong you are. Alphas are supposed to protect, not force. Not one of you is a true alpha.”
You knew you had hurt all their egos and hurting an alpha’s ego wasn’t a good choice, but seeing literally all of them flinch at your words made you feel happier than you had ever been. But soon the shock turned into fury and you saw the way they looked at you and you gulped nervously.
“James, you’ve disappointed me by keeping your omega like this. I thought higher of you.” Pierce’s tone was purely evil and condescending and you wanted to slap his smug face. “Who the fuck cares what you think of him? You think you’re God and people will worship you? No. You are literally the devil.” You spat out at Pierce.
“You bitch!” Rumlow cried out as he began walking towards you with fury. You closed your mouth shut when you saw his malicious eyes glinting. You probably had fucked up real bad. But before Rumlow could even touch you, Bucky shielded your body with his.
“Don’t even think of touching her Rumlow. She’s mine!” Bucky growled.
You didn’t know why but seeing Bucky get protective over you made you suddenly swoon. But the fluttering feeling went away when you Bucky turned to look around at you, his eyes weren’t soft unlike before. He had stopped Rumlow but he wasn’t going to be kind to you. “Alpha,.. I..” you tried reasoning.
“Omega! Enough!” You completely froze up when you heard Bucky use his alpha voice on you for the first time. He hadn’t ever done that before and you were completely unprepared for this. Your eyes widened as you began tearing up. You hadn’t ever felt this helpless before as you omega quietened up at alpha’s command.
“Go upstairs.” This time, he used his regular voice and you still felt like shit. “I thought you were different. But turns out you’re just like the rest. A monster! All of you are going to pay…” You weren’t thinking anymore, the words just began spilling out of your mouth.
“I said go upstairs. Now!” He growled the last part in his alpha voice again and you were helpless but to follow. Now openly sobbing like a baby, you hid your face with your palms and started running up the stairs. Your heart was shattered and you felt betrayed. And yet you cursed yourself for expecting anything different.
“It would’ve been fun if you would’ve punished her in front of us.” You heard Rumlow chuckle and nearly everyone else joined in. You hadn’t ever felt this humiliated before. But what you didn’t see was the blazing glare Bucky sent Rumlow’s way.
You reached your room and closed the door with a loud bang before sagging against it. Your vision was blurry with all the tears and you were a second to late to notice the man standing in your dark room. Just as you were about to scream, a huge hand wrapped around your mouth to muffle your noises.
As you stood face to face with the mystery man, you finally realised who it was. He had an auburn beard which he didn’t carry before and his blond hair was outgrown and slicked back. And yet his blue eyes were just as piercing and honest.
“Captain America?”
Your voice was garbled due to the hand around your face and you saw him give a relieving sigh. “Promise me you won’t scream.” He whispered. You nodded and he let go of you. “Holy shit! I thought you were dead.” Despite the promise, you still shouted.
“Shhhhh” he placed a finger on his lips and shushed you. “Oops. I thought you were dead. What are you even doing here? And wait, are you the ghost I’ve been seeing around?” You whispered yelled. He snorted before replying, “Yes and no. I mean it was me who you were seeing, but no I’m not a ghost.”
“Ohhhhhh..” you were utterly confused and nothing was fitting in place. “But what are you doing here? And Bucky didn’t kill you? Wait, I mean alpha.” It had become an habit to correct yourself in front of anyone else. “No Bucky didn’t kill me, and you can call him by his name, I know you do. Also call me Steve.”
“Steve.” You said it aloud. You hadn’t ever thought you’d meet Captain America and still here you were. “You have to tell me everything Steve because I’m getting confused over here.” You wiggled excitedly as you were getting to know a top secret.
“We knew Hydra was going to take over, but it was too late. So we had to send someone over as an undercover agent, and that’s who Bucky is. We staged Bucky killing me so that he’ll grow close to Pierce and get all the inside information. And gladly the plan worked and Bucky is now the second in command. I’ve been living here all this time because anyone else wouldn’t be safe.”
Your jaw was nearly on the floor when you heard the whole story. The man who you had blamed and degraded for so long was actually a hero. Suddenly all of Bucky’s behaviour started fitting right. “So, you mean Bucky’s a good guy.” You squealed out.
“Yes. In fact, he’s the best guy. We’ve been best friends since childhood and you gotta trust me on this.” You gawked at him like a fish out of the sea. “So are you planning to take down Hydra now? If so why didn’t you tell me?” You were angry on both of them for hiding this from you. “Of course we are working towards it. I promise you, it’s going to be real soon. And we didn’t tell you because it would put you in danger.”
“I cannot believe this. Wow! Okay..” you nearly lost your vocabulary as you blabbered on. You sat on the bed with a wide smile. A new hope took place in your heart and the justice that you staunchly believed in was finally going to be served, soon.
You and Steve chatted on until you heard the party end. You patiently waited as Bucky was finally done with the day, and came into the bedroom. He looked tired as it is, and nearly his soul left his body when he saw you and Steve together. “So I see you guys already met. Fuck, I forgot I’d told Steve to wait in this room.”
“It’s okay! We’ve become great friends and gladly I’m not referred to as a ghost anymore.” Steve jested and Bucky sighed with relief when he saw you two were on good terms. “How much did you tell her?” Bucky squinted at you two. “Everything. Bucky I can’t believe you hid all of this from me, I mean I was going to kill you more than once.”
“Yeah. I would’ve gladly taken that knife.” Bucky ran a hand through his short hair. You stopped smiling and looked at Steve. “Bucky..” Steve started and Bucky shook his head. He gave a smile which you knew was fake, “I was joking. Anyway, the guests are gone and I’m very tired, we should talk in the morning.” By now you knew Bucky said this when he wanted to avoid a topic.
“Yeah you’re right. Good night!” Steve wished before leaving you two alone in your room. Bucky didn’t even change his clothes as he laid down on the bed. You didn’t know what else to do so you two joined him. “I’m sorry.” Bucky said in the silence of the night.
“Huh, for what?” After listening to what Steve said, you had nearly forgotten what happened at the party. “For how I.. umm, behaved at the party. I had to stop you or they’d do worse and I., I couldn’t see that. I had to use my voice or else you’d not only get yourself into something horrible but also blow my cover. So I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I felt like shit back then, but now I understand. I’m not holding anything against you, not anymore. And I’m sorry too for putting you in trouble.” You we’re both staring at the ceiling as you said softly. For the first time, you were sleeping much closer to each other, such that you felt each other’s warmth seep through.
“I feel like killing all of them, but I can’t, not yet. And it hurts me. I hate laughing with them as if it’s not killing me inside to see what’s happening in the world.” You hadn’t ever seen Bucky be this vulnerable in front of you. You hesitantly placed your hand on Bucky’s hand and when he didn’t stop, you reassuring rubbed it.
Bucky turned to look at you and you could see the pain in his clear blue eyes. Wordlessly, you both shifted closer until you were holding each other tightly. It felt so good to be held by someone after so long. And Bucky’s big arms encased your body perfectly within. “I may not have been able to stop it, but I promise you, I’m going to burn them to the ground.” He whispered in your hair.
“I know. I trust you.”
In the warm embrace of an alpha you trusted, you fell into a satisfying sleep. When you woke up, it felt as if you were sleeping on a heater; your body was too warm for your liking and a weird kind of ache was persistent in your core.
Your face was buried in your alpha’s neck and you were overcome with the urge to breathe in your alpha’s scent. But he was wearing scent blockers and you twitched your nose in displease in your sleepy state. Your tongue darted out to lick off the blockers and you felt your alpha move beneath you.
You kept on licking his neck in order to get to finally scent him as you felt him wake up. You heard him take in a deep breath before growling out, “Omega..” he began purring deep in his chest and you held him tighter.
The ache in your core became too much to bare so you started grinding on his thigh which was wedged between your legs. You moaned as you got some relief but before you could do anything more, he pushed you off of him and went to the other side of the room.
“No no. Fuck! God, Fuck! You’re in heat.” Bucky pressed a hand to his head as took in your desperate form. Your lust added brain was a little slow to process his words but when you did, your eyes flew wide and you quickly sat up on the bed. “Bucky,.. I.. I don’t know what to do.”
“Calm down. We’ll find a way. I.. shit it’s my fault. Sleeping so close must’ve sent you into an heat.” Bucky ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Shit. Sorry.” You shook your head as he apologised. “Don’t be sorry. Please.”
You wanted Bucky to help you through your heat not just because you knew it’d be hell without him, but because he was Bucky. Not just the alpha was super attractive, but he was a good person too and that somehow made him even sexier.
“Why don’t you help me?” You finally gathered the courage to ask. “What? No. You don’t want me to do that.” Bucky plainly stated. “That’s not true. I want you. And I’m sure you won’t be able to control yourself when I slip further into heat.”
“Those stories are bullshit. I can perfectly control myself in front of an omega in heat.” Bucky felt hurt at your accusation. “No Bucky, I didn’t mean it like that. But please help me. This is going to be my first heat after coming off suppressant and it’s going to be worse, I just know it. Also,… I do like you.” You whispered the last part.
“Yeah right.“ Bucky replied sarcastically. “Bucky I know I hated you, but that was before I knew the truth. Now that I know who you are and what you’re doing, of course I don’t hate you anymore. I trust you. And even before that, the way you’ve behaved with me the past whole month.. I just don’t have words for my gratitude.”
Out of all the responses you expected, a laughter wasn’t one of it. “How are you even talking like that? Gratitude? Really?” Bucky looked cute while he laughed and the way his nose scrunched up was absolutely adorable. You knew it was what you truly felt, but you still blamed the sudden affection on your heat addled brain.
“I was an lit major, I told you. Also I don’t lose my head when I’m in heat. I’m giving you my complete consent.” Bucky laughter stopped and he looked at you with an expression you couldn’t place. “Really?” He sounded surprised. “Yes. Please Bucky.”
Bucky covered the distance between you two in the blink of an eyes and didn’t waste any time in pulling you into a scorching kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft against yours as you kissed each other passionately. You had more than once fantasised about his lips and your omega was preening at the way he kissed you.
“Bucky, please…” your voice was a needy whine against his lips. His teeth sank into your lower lip and tugged on it and the action had you weak in your knees. He pecked the worried skin again before smiling down at you, “I know. Let me take care of you.”
You were confused, but didn’t complain as he pulled you into the bathroom. He slowly pulled up your shirt and pressed kisses to every inch of skin that was exposed. You hadn’t ever been naked in front of him, but the way he was worshipping you, you didn’t feel insecure in the least. By the time you were finally naked, you were already writhing like a leaf.
You were completely naked except for the collar around your neck which you had forgotten to take off. You didn’t expect Bucky to remove it, but you were shocked when his fingers opened the lock and threw the collar down along with your clothes. This gesture made you have heart eyes for Bucky.
Unlike the patience he had shown you, he quickly discarded his clothes. You became speechless when you saw his body, his taut abs, thick thighs and bulging biceps had you drooling on the spot. The metal arm only added on to the rugged look and you were already having nasty thoughts on it.
“Fuck..” you went cross eyed when you when you saw his thick alpha cock. It was long and veiny and you desperately wanted to put your mouth on it. But instead, you subconsciously licked your dry lips. You could see the place where his knot would be swollen and the thought of his knot sent your brain into an overdrive.
“Come on.” He pulled you into the shower and you sighed as the warm water cascaded down your tensed muscles. But you couldn’t keep your eyes off the way the droplets were making rivulets down Bucky’s magnificent body. You didn’t think once before peeking out your tongue and licking a long line on Bucky’s sternum.
As the water washed down the heavy blockers, you could finally scent your alpha. Rich piney undertones mixed with a little spice and something that was completely Bucky filled your lungs. The scent was unlike anything you’d ever smelled and you could bury yourself in it for the rest of your life.
“You like me that much?” Bucky chuckled and you nodded with an absent mind. His hands gently kneaded your muscles as he lathered your body with soap. His hands on you were making you feel needier and you were constantly whining as he purred to cooed you down.
“Why did you get me here?” You asked as the water finally washed off the soap from both of your bodies. “To remove my blockers and relax you. And see, it worked.” He was stood behinds you and his breath ghosted on your the shell of your ear.
His hands were exploring your body and you arched your back to lay your on his shoulder. You whimpered as Bucky placed his hand between your legs and spread them. When his fingers finally touched your needy folds, a little hum left your lips and Bucky growled.
Two of his fingers rubbed your sensitive petals before his middle finger started pressing tight circles over your swollen clit. “Bucky pleaseee..” you begged. But still he didn’t let up, his movements were slow yet calculated. You squirmed in Bucky’s hold and he just held you tighter. “Stay still, let me stretch you out for my cock first.”
“Don’t… don’t say stuff like that. I won’t be able to stop myself.” Your voice had a seductive lilt to it. “Then don’t stop yourself.” With that, Bucky finally pushed his thick finger into your pulsing hole. “You’re so tight. Don’t worry though, I’ll take good care of you.” He closed the shower and turned you around.
He pushed you a little until you were leaning on the wall as he sat down on his knees in front of you. He lifted on of your legs and placed it on his shoulder. You weaved your fingers through his hair to balance yourself and his eyes zeroed in on your cunt. “You’re so pretty. And all mine.”
You were loving the way Bucky got possessive over you, it gave you a warm sense of happiness that you were wanted by this gorgeous man. You hated the conditions which landed you here, but you loved that you found a mate who took such good care of you. Not your mate, your brain supplied.
But all these thoughts left your mind when you felt Bucky’s hot tongue lick your folds. “Fuck! Ohmygod Bucky!” You clutched his hair tighter as he ate you out like a famished man. His tongue played with your wet cunt while his lips sucked on your throbbing nub.
His ministrations were making you even more wet and he was licking up your slick with fervour, it was like an unending circle you didn’t want to get out of. His tongue teased your hole before entering it. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked you with his wet tongue.
You couldn’t stop yourself as you grinded down on his face and Bucky gladly took it all without complain. Once you were relaxed enough on his tongue, he once again began fingering you while his tongue flicked your clit. His two thick fingers were deliciously pumping within you as your back arched against the cold tiles of the wall.
Stars burst behind your eyes when you came around his fingers. Your body nearly fell ahead but Bucky’s hand snapped up in time to hold you against the wall and stop you from falling. When Bucky pulled back, you could see the wet lower half of his face and the image was the most erotic thing you’d seen.
“I need your knot.” That was all your brain could process as you stared deeply into his blue eyes. Bucky smiled as he stood up and picked you up in his arms, bridal style. You squealed at the sudden gesture, “How are you even doing this?” You were surprised that he was easily carrying you without any strain. “I’m a super soldier, bunny.”
“Hnngg.” Even you didn’t know what kind of sound that was, but it was probably the sign that your brain was malfunctioning at the cute nickname. Bucky laughed at your state, but it wasn’t mocking, rather it was endearing. He pressed sweet kisses to your face as he placed you on the bed.
You turned around on your stomach and raised your hips such that you were presenting. “You don’t have to present, we can just.. you know.” Bucky had just eaten you out and now he was acting all shy. “It will be easier this was for me Bucky. Please!”
You wiggled your hips and the tactic worked as Bucky was upon you in the next second. He turned your head to the side to deeply kiss you and you tasted yourself on his tongue and it was oddly arousing. “Thank you.” Bucky whispered.
“Why?” You didn’t understand what he was saying. “For letting me have you.” Your eyes teared up at how gentle he was being. “Why are you like this?” You mumbled out and Bucky just snorted. “My alpha’s all protective over you, always was.” He became still the moment the words were out of his mouth fearing that you’d get mad at him.
“I like that.” He let out a relieved breath when you said this. He buried his nose in your neck and inhaled deeply. “Your scent drives me crazy, bunny, only I know how I’ve managed to keep my hands off you.” He licked and sucked on your neck until it was wet with his saliva.
His eyes locked on the place your mating bite was supposed to be, all he had to do was bite and you’d be his forever, but he shook himself out of the thought. He jerked his cock in his hands twice before lining it up with your hole. He closed his eyes and growled when his headed finally popped into your tight heat.
Just the head of his cock was making you feel overwhelmed and by the time he was halfway in, you began squirming. “Bucky.. I don’t… I don’t think I can take it.” Bucky was slowly thrusting his way into you. Pulling back and pushing in until you took an inch more of him.
“You can take me bunny, I know you can.” He didn’t want to hurt you, he possibly couldn’t, his alpha hindbrain was crazy for keeping you safe and sated. You curled your fingers into the comforter and shut your eyes when his entire length was buried within your walls.
You hadn’t ever felt more full in your life and your omega brain was preening with the sensation. Bucky gave you a moment to settle before thrusting into you. He began slow and calculated and increased his pace until he was going hard and frantic.
His metal hand was holding your hip tightly and you knew it was going to bruise soon. And you liked that your alpha was leaving his mark on you. You had sex before, but this was unlike any you ever had. You were sure Bucky had ruined you for anyone else, the way he was gentle and yet fucked you better than anyone else.
“I’m glad you feel that way bunny.” You bit your tongue when you realised you’d said your thoughts out loud. “You have no idea what you do to me, you literally make me crazy for you. I’m going to ruin you for every other man, bunny. You’re mine, only mine!”
“Oh Bucky, yes! I’m yours, only yours.” You craved out as he fucked you into the mattress. Bucky veiny cock was rubbing your right spots and you felt the heat in your core rise. You wanted Bucky, no you needed him more than you needed water. You wanted to belong to him, forever.
“Make me yours alpha, bite me!”
Bucky froze when he heard your plea. He knew you were on the peak of your heat, and you definitely didn’t mean it. But it was so difficult convincing his alpha side which was doing backflips with the prospect of you wanting him just as much as he wanted you.
You began fucking yourself on his cock when he didn’t move and Bucky realised that you needed him to be sane at the moment. You were vulnerable and he wasn’t going to take advantage of that, no matter what his primal instincts shouted him to do.
Holding you still again, he began fucking you with the same passion. Bucky knot was swollen and it tugged just the right was on your walls. “Bucky!” You sobbed when you felt yourself grow closer. Bucky growled when you chanted his name and it was all it took for you to fall down the edge of pleasure.
You muffled your screams into the pillow as you came harder than you ever had. Your body convulsed as you experienced this euphoria and tears slipped from your eyes from the sheer intensity of it. Feeling your walls clench down on him, Bucky couldn’t hold back any longer and pushed his swollen knot into you before coming.
You arched your neck and Bucky’s jaw ached with the need to sink his teeth into your soft flesh and claim you. His face were dangerously close to your neck as you blissfully came beneath him, your scent was making him growl like a caveman. But before he could do something terrible, Bucky quickly bit down on his metal arm.
Bucky’s knot prolonged your orgasm and you weren’t aware of your surroundings. All you cared for was your alpha and his cock buried deep within you. Soon, you felt him press little kisses on your face, neck and shoulder and you practically melted under his love.
When you calmed down and the frenzy heat began dissipating, you noticed that Bucky was still pressing kisses into you skin while murmuring sweet words. Now that your brain was functioning again, you remembered what Bucky had done towards the end.
“Bucky..,” you called his name and he hummed from behind. “Thank you. I was out of it when I asked you to… umm, mark me. But thank you for not actually doing it.” Bucky’s knot still hadn’t gone down so Bucky was spooning you from behind. He turned you around and kissed you sweetly.
“You told me you trusted me. I couldn’t break that trust.” Just these words brought back tears to your eyes. Unlike his appearance, he was the sweetest guy you’d ever met. And you didn’t ever want to lose him under any circumstances.
You believed him and Steve that one day this regime was going to fall. But what after that? Would he leave you? Did he have a lover? “Bucky, do you love someone?” You asked the dreaded question. But no matter what you did, you weren’t prepared for the answer as he whispered back, “Yes.”
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You kept walking around the big hall of the house in circles while anxiously fidgeting with your fingers. You eyes were glued to the door of the house and you were desperately waiting for Bucky’s arrival.
Yesterday, Hydra’s rule had finally fallen, just like Bucky had promised and it was the happiest day of your life. You had danced like an idiot in the house and thrown away the collar. But that had been yesterday, and you still hadn’t heard from Bucky.
In a way you had, the news were flashing photos of Bucky and Steve and lauding them for their bravery and while the fact that Bucky himself was the Winter Soldier was classified for the public, you knew what sacrifices Bucky had done to get this freedom and it brought tears to your eyes.
Bucky had been the one to kill Pierce and the fact was like a soothing balm to your burning ache. The other high ranking alphas had been arrested by now and the law was now looking for the lower rankers who had still committed crimes.
But in all of this, you had no clue where Bucky was. He hadn’t called neither had he visited you. Before he had gone, he had warned you not to leave the house until he came back and you were going to listen to this order. So all you could do in the huge walls of this house, was wait.
Your ears perked up when you heard a car pull up in your driveway and you began running towards the door when you saw it was Bucky. There was a little dried blood on his body and a few bandages as you opened the door and flung yourself into his arms.
Bucky caught you and spun you around as you laughed in joy and freedom. “You’re free!” Bucky shouted as he kept holding you up, not letting you down. “I know and it’s the best feeling in this entire world! Thank you Bucky. Thank you so much!”
You surged up to kiss Bucky and he kissed you like the soldier returning from war that he was, desperate and yet loving. You conveyed the words you couldn’t speak through that kiss. You wanted to scream to the world and tell everyone how much you loved Bucky, but instead you settled on letting him kiss you silly.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need something? Why are you late?” You couldn’t stop your worried self from bombarding him with questions. “I’m fine, really. They patched me up well and I’m okay now. I was late because we had to literally form the whole government in one day and it was very hectic. Though I realise I should’ve at least called you.”
“It’s okay though. You’re good and that’s all I want.” You replied earnestly. “Hmm. Come on, let’s pack our bags.” Bucky replied excitedly as you two walked upstairs and you nodded with enthusiasm. You knew Bucky didn’t own this house, it was given to him by Hydra so you were glad you were going to move out of it.
“Do you know Tony offered me a place to stay?” Bucky asked as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Tony who?” You didn’t get who he was talking about. “Tony stark! The billionaire.” You mouth fell open at Bucky’s words. “Oh my goodness! Tony freaking stark offered you a place to stay? Really? But where? And how? You can’t keep me guessing.”
“There were a lot many of us who were working secretly to throw over hydra, stark was one of us and we called our group the Avengers. So now stark has decided to build a tower where we can all stay and work together. I’m momentarily shifting to a small flat in Brooklyn but I can’t wait to move in with the rest. I’m sure you’ll be dying to go to your house.”
You were giggling with childish excitement until the last sentence. All this time, you had thought you’d move in with Bucky and live with him. But you were suddenly reminded of the cold reality. All the bonding agreements done under Hydra’s jurisdiction were now annulled and that included you and Bucky.
You weren’t mates anymore.
Bucky saw the way your face dropped, “What happened?” He asked sincerely. Of course he was oblivious to your feelings. It had been three months since you’d known Bucky identity and had shared heat, and after that each and every day you fell more and more in love with him.
“Can I hug you?” You wanted to be held by him one last time before you parted your ways. He extended his hands and made grabby gesture. You couldn’t stop the tears as he hugged you tightly. You wished you were lucky enough to get this man’s love.
“Hey! Look at me. Why are you crying bunny?” He titled your chin up to look at him in the eyes. After that night, he always called you bunny now. You shook your head as you wiped the never ending tears with the back of your hands. “Nothing.. I’m just… I’m just gonna miss you.”
You started crying harder when Bucky didn’t say anything back. Instead he just looked at you as if he was given a high volt shock. “You’ll miss me? Really?” His words sounded unbelieving. “Of course I’ll miss you, you idiot. I’ve been here for four months with you, and a pretty alpha like you is hard to forget.”
You were somewhat angry with his for being so oblivious. Like you literally kissed him when he came back and he was still thinking you didn’t like him. You felt a little relieved when Bucky cracked a smile. “I’m glad you think I’m pretty.” He said with a smirk.
“Won’t you miss me?” You asked. Bucky rubbed the tear tracks on your cheek and looked at you with an expression that felt too much like love. You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but it felt nice. “I’ll more than just miss you.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his confession. “Yeah? What else do you wanna say? Because I think there’s something both of us want to tell but are probably too scared to say it aloud.” You gathered all your courage to say these words. “You’re right. Why don’t we say it together? God, I hope it’s the same thing or you’ll probably kill me.” He joked.
“One…. Two… Three.”
“I love you!”
“I’m in love with you!”
You both said in unison, your words overlapping. You both shouted happily as a happy looked cross both of your faces, it was actually the best day of your life. “I love you so much, bunny. But I thought you didn’t love me back.” He circled his arms around you and pulled you into a kiss. “You’re the biggest idiot I’ve ever met. But I love you, so so much.”
One moment you were giggling and the next you were on the bed lying under Bucky. You carelessly undressed each other as you smiled and laughed. Bucky was pressing kisses to your face and you’d noted that he loved doing that. You were so glad that Bucky was such an attentive lover.
“Bucky… I want to be your mate.”
Bucky stopped for a minute as he looked down at you before smiling widely, “I want that too. I’ve wanted it for so long now. Thank you.” The way Bucky always felt honoured when you let him do something always boosted your ego. You felt like a goddess whenever you were with him.
“Bite me now Bucky. Make me yours.” You whispered in between wet kisses. You couldn’t wait for the bond to sing in your blood. You went to turn around on your stomach but Bucky stopped you. “I want to see your face as I make you mine.”
His fingers traced your wet folds but this time, you stopped him. “I need you Bucky and I need you now. Please don’t make me wait for I’ve already waited too long.” He spread your legs and settled in between. “Are you sure?” He asked he lined his cock with your weeping entrance.
“More than anything.” He entered you in a single long stroke and your toes curled at the addictive sensation of being so full of Bucky. You placed your hands on his shoulders as he began moving inside you. You both maintained eye contact and you swore you were going to lose yourself into those blue depths.
You pressed kisses on the column of Bucky’s neck and those kisses soon turned into little nibbles. You loved your tongue over it to soothe the flesh and when you pulled back, you realised you’d left a map of marks over his neck. Seeing him marked up because of you, made an intense feeling flare up within you.
You let your hand drift over his cold metal arm until you reached his palm and interlocked your fingers with his. He pushed your hand and held it over your head as you kept squeezing his palm while his flesh hand was settled on your hip as he made love to you.
His thrusts became uncoordinated and soon you felt his knot form at the base. You knew you were close, but you needed a little more. You relished in the way his alpha scent enveloped you as the blockers wore off. And now you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life being comforted by this scent.
“Bucky, please make me yours.”
Bucky grunted and kissed you messily before sucking on your neck. He traced his tongue over your sensitive skin and made sure you were relaxed before he sank his teeth in. You climaxed at the exact moment he claimed you as his.
The feeling was so passionate that you felt the little tug of the strings that connected your soul to Bucky’s. You didn’t know where you ended and where he began, for now you were one entity, bonded forever. In this life and the next.
You felt Bucky cum in you as he achieved his pleasure and this doubled down your sensations. This felt like a perfect moment, one you’d never forget and keep really close to your heart. A serene feeling washed over you and you fluttered your eyes shit to just enjoy the moment.
As usual, Bucky was dotting over you when you came down from the immense high. He was licking over the bonding mark as he purred. When he saw your eyes focus back on him instead of your glassy look, he smiled and kissed you on your lips. You were too lax to respond so you just let him explore your mouth.
“Bucky, remember when I asked you during my last heat if you loved someone and you said yes.. was it me you were talking about?” You mumbled in a post orgasmic haze. “You have a pretty sharp memory. And yes, it was you. I don’t know when exactly but I’ve loved you for a very long time now.”
“Hmmm. Same here.” You replied back. “Wait. I forgot to tell you something.” You got a little worried at Bucky’s serious tone. “What happened?” You tried searching his eyes for any sign of problem. “Oh, don’t get worried bunny, it’s nothing bad, actually it’s something very good.”
“Are you going to stop playing around and tell me what it is!” You playfully slapped your alpha and he chuckled. “Yeah yeah. Actually we are starting a shelter for all the people who suffered through these past few months, especially omegas. And when we were discussing, Steve and I suggested your name. So would you be interested in looking after the project?”
Your eyes twinkled with happiness. You always wanted to help people with a burning passion and this was the best way to go through. By working again, you’d reclaim your own life that you had lost and you’d be able help so many others like you. This opportunity was perfect. “I’d love to Bucky. I’d love to.”
You didn’t know if there was anyone up above writing the pages of your fate. But if there indeed was someone, you’d like to thank them for somehow making you meet Bucky Barnes.
Monschau is a small historical town located in the hills of the North Eifel in North Rhine-Westphalia (German: Nordrhein-Westfalen) in Germany, situated just 4 km across the Belgian border. The picturesque old town center has many preserved 300 years old half-timbered houses along the river Rur.
Summary: Smut with no real plot. You text Bucky to come to your room for a game of cat and mouse.
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Get in here now. It’s an emergency!
Bucky looks at the text on his phone from you and his heart drops.
He looks over at Steve and Sam engrossed in the movie and slips out of the room. No one knows about the two of you. You had decided to keep it low profile for now. Bucky makes a bee line for your room and bursts in. “Doll, you okay?”
This is essentially what the social model of disability is all about. A lot of disabilities are only disabling because we as a society refuse to make the accommodations that disabled people need.
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Clark Kent/Reader
Word Count: 2,402
Summary: Steve Rogers made a choice…and it wasn’t you.
Chapter Summary: A brief chat leaves you with some questions.
No Steve in this chapter, lovelies. Sorry! This is not beta read and any and all mistakes are my own.
Please let me know if you’d like to be added (or removed) from tags! Divider by @whimsicalrogers .
“Rise and shine,” you heard as you opened your eyes. The smell of chocolate chip cookies hit you, which put a smile on your face as you remembered how you met Clark.
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