dragon
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After making the mistake of taking out his anger on you, Bucky knows it's going to take a lot of groveling to earn your forgiveness.
this is a continuation of a man's place
Content Warning: Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader, mature themes, mention of pregnancy (not fairy!), angst, Sam Wilson x OC, smut, semi-public sex, dom!reader, sub!bucky, oral, bucky doesn't deserve a happy ending yet, get blue balled prick, but fairy is very very satisfied.
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Although all he wants to do is beg at your feet, Bucky knows better than to go against what you want, which is space. He spends the next few days trying to busy himself with work, perking up at every noise in the hope that it's you walking back through the door.
"I've sent Barton down there to check it out," Sam tells him, though Bucky is barely paying attention. "He'll report back if there's anything worth telling us."
Bucky's too focused on staring at his phone, waiting for your name to come up.
"You okay, boss?" Sam asks with a frown, before glancing around the lounge. "Where is she? Haven't seen her since the weekend. She okay?"
With his hand tightening around a glass of whisky, Bucky shakes his head. "She's not home," He says cryptically. "She... she left."
Sam is thrown for a loop. That was the last thing he expected to hear out of Bucky's mouth. He knows how strong your relationship is; how many years you've spent building a foundation of loyalty and trust in one another, so to hear that something happened which was bad enough for you to leave is unbelievable.
"The fuck did you do?" Sam asks, his brows furrowing.
Swallowing thickly, Bucky shakes his head, closing his eyes.
Sam takes a few steps closer to the couch on which Bucky's sitting. "You didn't... you didn't cheat on her, did you?"
Bucky's eyes fly open and he glares up at him. "God, Wilson, do you really have to ask that?"
"Then, what?" Sam snaps back at him. "What the fuck did you do that made her leave?"
Bucky runs a hand through his hair and sighs, drenched in shame. "I yelled at her," He says in an ironically small voice.
"Yelled?" Sam repeats with narrow eyes. "You had a fight?" Though any other couple having an argument wouldn't make Sam flinch, it's rare for you and Bucky to butt heads.
"It wasn't a normal fight," Bucky says, his eyes downcast. "I, uh, I yelled at her bad. Got in her face, and..."
Sam's face drops. "Did you hurt her?"
"No," Bucky says, immediately and emphatically. "I would fucking never, Wilson. I'm not... I'm not my father."
With a long sigh, Sam sits down next to him. "Is it what you said, or how you said it?"
"How. I got up close to her, and... she thought I was trying to intimidate her," Bucky recounts.
"Was she scared?" Sam asks him.
"No. No, she wasn't. She knows I'd never, ever lay a finger on her, but she's pissed that I acted in that way. As if I wanted her to think I might," Bucky spills, feeling sick to his stomach.
"Yeah, you fucked up," Sam sighs. "You know what she's been through. You know what her dad was like. I thought you knew better than to raise your voice at her, no matter what the situation is or what she might have done."
"I did. I do, I just... slipped up," He responds. "I'm an asshole, I know."
"Where is she?" Sam wonders softly.
"Banita's. Been there since Monday," Bucky tells him.
Sam's ears perk up as he looks over at him. "You want me to, uh, go over?"
"No, I don't want you to apologize on my behalf," Bucky says. "I need to do that myself."
"Just to check on her," Sam adds. "Make sure she's okay. I won't even bring you up."
With a long sigh, Bucky nods. "Yeah. Yeah, that would be good."
"Alright," Sam says, feeling his heartbeat quicken at the thought of seeing Banita. "I'll go over today."
You're sitting on the carpeted floor of Banita's living room, painting her toenails, both of you surrounded by tens of baskets with chocolate-covered strawberries, baked goods, and plenty of other treats sent to you by Anonymous. And you'd bet a lot of money on who Anonymous is.
Bucky's been sending you things, knowing better than to leave notes for you with them, and although you're still pissed, you are appreciative of the fact that he's also gone so far as to send gluten-free treats for Banita too, along with things to help with her pregnancy.
You delve into the basket closest to you and grab a chocolate truffle and just as you pop it into your mouth, there's a knock at the door.
"I was wondering when he might show up," Banita says as she slowly stands up. "I'll get it. I need to thank him for the brownies and nipple cream, anyway."
"If it is him, tell him I don't want to see him and that he can fuck himself with a rusty pipe," You say bluntly as you lean back against her couch.
She gives you a nod before leaving the room. You listen as she pads down the hall and opens the front door. It's a man's voice but you can't make out who exactly it is yet. They talk for a few seconds before the door closes, and when Banita returns to the bedroom, you're surpised to see Sam behind her. Admittedly, there is a tiny part of you that's disappointed.
"Hey," He greets you. "I, uh, just wanted to come check on you."
"Oh. It's nice to see you," You reply, standing up and stretching. "Can you paint the rest of Banita's toes? My back's killing."
Banita takes her place back on the floor, one hand on her round belly and the other on the carpet as she stretches her legs out. Sam carefully takes your place in front of her, his eyes trained on Banita's bump. She rests her feet in his lap and you hand him the bottle of white polish before laying on the couch.
"So, Bucky sent you to grovel on his behalf?" You ask him with a raised brow.
"No," Sam retorts while painting Banita's toes with precision. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."
"Why wouldn't I be okay?" You question. "I'm absolutely fucking fine."
He gives you a pointed look in response.
"Don't look at me like that; I'm fine," You double down stubbornly. "Bucky's the one who should be upset with himself."
"He is," Sam tells you. "He's torn up."
"Fucking hell, Wilson, stop trying to make me feel bad for what he did," You spit before standing up and storming out the room.
Banita sucks in a sharp breath, giving him wide eyes. "Damn. You really suck at checking in on people," She comments, resting back on her palms. "You should probably go after her before she gets too close to my kitchen knives."
With a sigh, Sam stands up and follows you out. He doesn't see you until he sets foot in the kitchen, where you're sat at the counter eating leftover cake.
"I wasn't trying to make you feel bad," He tells you lowly. "I was just being honest with you. He knows how badly he fucked up."
"Good," You say curtly before taking another bite.
"I didn't come here to speak for him," Sam begins. "And I sure as hell don't think you should forgive him just because I said he's moping around. He's a grown man; he can earn his own forgiveness."
"Exactly," You mumble, suddenly realizing how much you miss Bucky. With a wince, you look up at Sam. "He is... okay, though, right? Like, he's eating and sleeping? Showering?"
"He is," Sam tells you, to which you let out a short sigh of relief.
"Good. Because it would be super manipulative of him to act all broken and torn apart because of the way I reacted to what he did," You state firmly.
"You gonna talk to him soon?" Sam wonders.
With a shrug, you stab your fork into the cake and pick up another bite. "I'll be at the gala tomorrow night," You tell him. "If he looks hot enough, it might motivate me to grace him with my presence."
That pulls a smile from his lips, and he comes closer before looking down at the cake box in front of you. "What flavor is that?" He asks curiously.
"Oh, it's vanilla; the pink is just food coloring," You explain. "B did a little gender-reveal at the baby shower."
His breath hitches in his throat. "She... she's having a girl?" He asks in a whisper.
You nod. "Yep."
With a gulp, Sam spins on his heels and hightails it back to the living room, leaving you there confused. You shrug and continue eating the cake.
When the door slams open, Banita jumps back in shock. "What the fuck, Samuel?" She utters with wide eyes.
He takes a few steps in, closing the door behind him. He's unable to stop himself from looking at her bump. Meeting her eyes, he utters, "She's mine, isn't she?"
Banita gasps softly, one of her hands on her belly. "Sam, I..."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asks her.
"I thought you wouldn't... men like you don't... you're in the fucking mob, Sam," She says, her eyes welling up. "I figured you wouldn't want anything to do with us. You never asked me, anyway, and I thought it was pretty obvious."
"Obvious?" He repeats with a whisper.
"Well, you fucked me without a condom at the wedding and here I am, 8 months later, 8 months pregnant," Banita says frankly. "Is that not obvious enough to you?"
"I... I've been afraid to ask. To hear the truth," He admits, getting down on his knee next to her. "And that was wrong. And selfish. You've had no choice but to go through this, and I had the privilege to pretend it wasn't happening. I'm so, so sorry."
"Sam-"
"Nothing will ever make up for the months I missed, all the things you must have gone through that I wasn't there to help you with," He continues, shame dripping from his tone. "Please give me a chance to be the man I should have been for you from the start. For you and... for our baby girl."
The tears spill over and Banita nods. "Of course, Sam. I'd want nothing more," She says, just before he pulls her into a tight embrace.
You get to the gala an hour late, dressed in a burgundy, silk dress, because you know it drives Bucky insane to see you in silk and you wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to punish him some more.
It's a boring party with boring business people in attendance, but it was important for you and Bucky to show your faces to keep the community happy and on side. When you spot Bucky, he's in the middle of a conversation with a few other men, so you make your way to the bar.
"Mrs. Barnes," A voice calls out from behind you just before you can order a drink. You turn to see the man who runs one of Bucky's front companies; John Walker, with a smile on his face. "It's fantastic to have you join us this evening." As he comes closer, he takes your hand and places a soft kiss to the back of it. "You look beautiful tonight."
Holding back an eye-roll, you give him a polite smile. "Thank you, John, it's good to be here," You reply.
"Are you looking for your husband? I think I saw him by the stairs," He says, looking around the room.
"Actually, all I'm looking for is a drink," You inform him.
"Of course!" He exclaims, taking your hand and leading you to the bar. "Make full use of the open bar, Mrs. Barnes. Tonight's a celebration!"
Before he can leave, you call out, "Hey, Walker."
He turns back to you, still smiling. "How can I help?" He asks you.
"We've been going back and forth with the Granville deal for months, now," You begin, tilting your head. "How about you get your head out of your ass and just agree to 12%?"
An incredulous laugh leaves his mouth, a mixture of shock and delight in his eyes. "I, uh, I think we should discuss this when Barnes is here-"
"I'm Barnes, and I'm right here," You cut in firmly. "Cut the bullshit, Jonathan. Sign the papers. Tonight."
The corner of his mouth pulls up into a smirk. "Ah, you know what it does to me when you call me that," He says in what you think is an attempt to sound seductive as he moves closer to you.
You raise a brow, unamused. "Excuse me?" You utter. "Watch yourself. And if you know what's good for you, you'll sign the papers and have them delivered to our office first thing tomorrow."
His smugness falters and he gives you a single nod. "Yes, ma'am," He says simply.
With that, you spin on your heel and leave him at the bar, no clear destination in mind - until you see him.
Bucky looks good. Tired, but good.
His slouched back straightens up when he spots you, and he watches as you walk over to him. "Hi, fairy," He says, looking you up and down. "You look incredible."
"I know," You reply, holding back your desire to pull him in for a hug. Yes, you're mad at him, but you've also missed him terribly.
"I'm so sorry for the other night," He continues with a pained look on his face. "I love you more than anything, and the way I treated you was beyond awful. I'm disgusted with myself. I'm sorry."
Glancing around the busy hall, you decide against giving anyone rumor material, so you hold out your hand to him. "Come with me," You say softly. Once he places his hand in yours, you turn and lead him up the wide staircase, in search of somewhere private, away from prying ears. There are a few guests milling around the hallways so you continue walking until you finally open up some French doors and find a small, isolated balcony. Moonlight bounces off the silver railing, and you release Bucky's hand to rest both of yours onto it, finding it cool to the touch. Once you hear the doors close behind you, you turn to face him.
Bucky ventures to take a step closer to you, his familiar aftershave providing you with a sense of calmness. He doesn't know what to say or do right now - and you can tell. So, deciding not to torture him too badly, you take the glass of dark whiskey from his hand and take a sip from it.
"I will always love you, James," You begin. "I didn't lie when I told you my love is permanent and unconditional. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't leave you."
"I know," It's his turn to say. "I don't take you for granted, or assume that you'll always stay no matter how I treat you. Putting effort into loving you and caring for you and protecting you is a choice I make every day, and will keep making every day for the rest of my life."
You take in a deep breath before handing his whiskey back to him. "I don't think I've ever admitted how excited I was about you when we first met. You were dangerous and scary, yet also sweet and thoughtful at the same time," You tell him with a soft smile. "It was like having my very own dragon. Burning whoever I asked you to and letting me bask in the warmth of your flames. It felt good. The risk was terrifying but exhilarating. You're still my dragon, and I know you always will be."
"Always," He says with a whisper.
Resting your back against the railing, you hand the whiskey back to him. "You'd kill for me. Destroy cities for me. Commit the worst crimes for me," You state firmly. "But those things come easy to you. It's as easy as breathing for you to stop the heart of men who look at me too long. You kill without so much as flinching. Sure, there's a twisted part of me that gets off on knowing you've done those things for me and would do them again without question, but you enjoy it, too, James. It makes you feel like a man. It allows you to be a sadist in the name of love. It comes easy to you."
He keeps his eyes on yours without interrupting you. You're sure you spot a glimmer of fear in his gaze - does he think he's losing you?
"The reason I fell in love with you wasn't because you would destroy for me. It was because, despite your dark side, you found the strength to be kind for me," You tell him. "To show mercy to others when I asked you to. To ignore your ego and pride. I know those parts don't come easy to you, but you try for me, and that's all I've ever asked for. That's why I love you and why I want to live the rest of my life with you and for you, Jamie."
He takes another step closer to you and you knows he's itching to hold you.
"That night, Jamie, the night I left..." You begin, feeling your stomach sink as you relive it. "I felt a little bit of the burn from your flame for the very first time. And I know you didn't mean it. But that didn't make it burn any less."
Bucky's head drops and shame drenches his features. He breathes in and out deeply once, twice, three times, before finally looking back up at you. "You're right," He utters, which seems a good place to begin. "I like it. Having to burn the world for you. I enjoy hurting those who try to hurt you. It makes me feel like you need me, and I like being needed. Especially at the start, before you'd ever even seen a gun in person. You were mine to protect and shield. You gave me purpose. That's not all it was, of course, you know I fell in love with you that first night. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't use you to boost my own ego, too."
It feels odd, having such a candid conversation with him. After so long, you've opened up to each other about any and everything, so it got to a point where you felt you already knew whatever there was to know about him, and him about you. Being this brutally honest is refreshing.
"But we both grew up and learnt a lot since we were twenty," He continues. "It's been a long time. But... yeah, sometimes, when I can still be the one who destroys for you, who kills for you... it feels good. I can't help it and I don't think that will ever change. It's the way I'm wired."
"I don't want it to change," You whisper, moving closer to him. "I like having my own dragon."
His lips pull up into a small, sad smile. "But I've grown too much to still be making mistakes. Especially when it comes to you. I never, ever want you to be afraid of me. The thought makes me sick to my stomach," He tells you. "I love you too much to ever hurt you, fairy."
You finally charge forward and wrap your arms around him, sick of being without the serenity his embrace brings you. He holds you immediately. "I love you, Jamie," You say, your voice muffled against his chest. Pulling back, you look up at him. "I was angry that night because it felt like you were trying to scare me into submission. Into shutting up. But don't ever think for a second that I was actually scared of you. Just pissed that you tried it."
"I'm sorry," He says again. "I love you exactly the way you are and I'd never want to silence you. The only time I ever want you submissive is when I'm-"
"Alright," You cut him off, unable to keep the smile off your face. "We both know what you need from me. And we both know the bedroom is a very different place to the real world."
"Absolutely," He agrees with a glint in his eye, daring to move his hand lower down on your waist.
"And if you think you're gonna be allowed pleasure any time soon, you've got another thing coming, Barnes," You say, your tone darkening. "Get on your knees."
Slowly, he sinks down to the ground. You pull on the slit in your dress, revealing more of your leg to him.
"I spoke to Walker," You reveal to him. "He agreed to 12%. He's gonna sign tonight."
Bucky looks up you, slight surprise in his eyes. "Seriously?" His lips brush against your thigh until they stop when he feels something hard and cool. He looks to see you wearing the gold chain he bought you with the letter 'J' dangling from one of the diamonds. His pants tighten. You only wear it rarely; not wanting the magic effect it has on him to dull by wearing it too often.
"It was about time he got in line," You utter. "And someone had to make it happen. Now, enough business talk. Make me cum."
He hikes your dress up and sucks in sharply when he sees the black, lace panties you're wearing. Moving closer, he presses his face against your heat and breathes in deeply. "I missed you," He whispers, and you aren't entirely sure whether he's talking to you or your pussy.
His left hand wraps around your ankle before he dances it up your thigh and pulls your panties to the side. Teasingly, he blows cool air onto your clit, making it throb. It's been a long week without him, and you're extra sensitive for it.
"Stop fucking around," You say, glaring down at him. "Do your job."
With his eyes hooked onto yours, Bucky happily obeys. He licks from your hole to your clit before diving his face in. Instanty, you're plunged into pleasure. His hands tightly grab your waist, keeping you firmly in place while he eats you out.
"Don't stop," You cry out, your voice pitching up a few levels. "That's a good boy."
He groans into you, picking up your leg and resting it on his shoulder, giving him a better angle to drown in you. Bucky takes one of his thumbs to your clit and rubs quick circles onto it. You pull his free hand up to your chest, squeezing your tits with it, wordlessly begging him to play with them. He understands instantly, rubbing your nipples over the thin silk of your dress and twisting them once they harden.
You throw your head back, seeing stars even with your eyes closed, tugging harshly on his hair. Eventually, it becomes too much to take, and you feel your pleasure crescendo. With a cry of his name, you cum. He doesn't let up, continuing to suck on your clit through your orgasm.
It isn't until you shove him away, over-sensitive and tingling, that he finally breaks away, but he immediately tries to return. You place your your hand on his forehead and keep him at bay, but your hand falters for just a moment and he takes advantage, lunging forward and diving back into your soaking, pulsating pussy.
"Jamie, I can't," You whine, your breaths quick and shallow as he tortures your sensitive clit.
He gives you only a second's reprieve, pulling back to utter, "You will," before indulging in you again.
Your heart is racing and your entire body is on fire. Stunned with pleasure, you can't speak. He grabs fistfuls of your ass, groaning into you like a madman. He drinks from you as though he's thirsted for an eon and has finally happened upon an oasis. He proves to you just how much he needs you, and needs to please you.
Through the fog of overstimulation, you suddenly see the light. The uncomfortably thick tension finally flickers into that familiar build-up in your core, and you're ready for the wave again. And he can feel it. He looks up at you, sucking on your clit, pulling you through your second orgasm which comes much quicker than your first. You're weak and broken, submitting to the pleasure with no choice but to do so.
You lean back against the rail when he finally pulls away from you, both of you breathing heavily. Bucky rises back up, towering over you once again. His big arms are on either side of you and you're incredibly tempted to let him fuck you, but you know you need to make him grovel some more before you grant him that.
"You're insane," You whisper.
His lips pull up and he leans down to kiss you, treating your lips much gentler than he did your pussy just moments before. "I love you, fairy," Bucky says. "I can't promise I won't ever mess up again, but I can promise that I won't ever stop putting the effort in to be the best husband I can to you."
With a small smile, you lean up and peck his lips. "That's my boy," You whisper. "I love you more."
He wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of your head. "Impossible."
happy valentines day!
feb 14th and this is my first post of 2026... oops
but in all honesty i've been constantly writing, it's just that i'm working on longer form one-and-done fics rather than series to stop myself from creating more and more unfinished works (his soft animal and the tailor's son are glaring at me from the corner)
i have a lot of work that i'm sooo excited to write and share with you guys this year. the longer-form stuff, such as the right fit which was my last post, really allows me to include nuance and symbolism and all the other pretentious shit i love shoehorning in to my writing. i hope you stick out the wave with me <3
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