Simpforsebastianstan06 - Sebastian Fucking Stan

Come back to me - Masterpost

Relationship: Chris Evans X Female!Reader

Rating: E (Minors, I wouldn’t recommend this to you but I can’t really stop you, can I?)

Alternate Universe: Military, Marines Captain Chris, Modern

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Series Warnings: unprotected intercourse, mentions of death, sadness, PTSS, pregnancy, depression, use of guns, torture, violence…

Summary: Marines Captain!Chris Evans x wife!reader. where he gets captured during a classified mission, and is presumed dead. Reader is devastated but she has to endure for their unborn daughter. Almost 3 years later Chris escapes, he’s found passed out in the desert. But he’s scared to go back home, back to her, he has a severe case of ptss, the torture scars to prove it and he doesn’t want to hurt her, she’s better off without him.

1. Chapter 1 

2. Chapter 2

3. Chapter 3

4. Chapter 4

5. Chapter 5

I suck at summaries. What can I say? I hope you guys enjoy this fic, feedback is more than welcomed. AKA please talk to me.

His Most Prized Possession

Pairing || Dark!Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Summary || You’re the wife of the most feared man in all of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes, the mob boss of the biggest mafia in town. Your his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property, his most prized possession. He will torture and kill anyone who dares to make any advances on his woman, and he won’t hesitate to show them who you belong to in the most sinful way possible before their end…

Word Count || 8876

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Smut, Angst, Dark Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, slight dub-con, Dark!Jealous!Possessive!Bucky, angry/vicious!Bucky, soft!Bucky, mob/mafia business, mention of drugs/alcohol, violence, implied use of weapons, implied torture, blood, murder, crying, use of force, graphic/explicit content/language, pet names (doll, baby, babe, princess + others), unprotected vaginal sex, exhibition kink, forced voyeurism, daddy kink, spit kink, degradation & praise kink, use of the word whore, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m & f receiving), teasing, begging, face/throat fucking, gagging, fingering, spanking, choking, rough fucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing, creampie, mention of bodily fluids, aftercare.

Authors Note || After a lot of work it’s finally done! I’m so proud of this! Please enjoy this twisted and sinful journey! Feedback would be so much appreciated on this piece <3 I want to know what you think!

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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The Underground Lounge

It was the most high-profile club in all of New York City. A place for criminals, the filthy rich, politicians and like-minded people to converge in secrecy for whatever they desire with no repercussions, whether that be alcohol, drugs, women, sex or just a fun time. Everything and anything went down here.

The club was nestled deep below The Blend nightclub, which acted as a cover for the underworld of crime below.

They were both owned by James Buchanan Barnes—Bucky amongst friends and loved ones. The most feared man in all of the city and the mob boss of the biggest and baddest mafia in town. He was also your husband. Your dangerous, vicious and sexy husband.

You and Bucky would usually be at the club on the weekends for some party and fun, which you were right now.

The VIP area that was only reserved for Bucky and company was slightly elevated over the rest of the club—giving Bucky the best view to look over his domain. It also showed the guests that they were nothing compared to the boss sitting on the high throne. The VIP area had an abundance of seating places—fitting several people. All compacted in a sizeable curved couch with a low circular table in the middle to put drinks on or other substances, for that matter. There was also enough space for Bucky’s security to keep a lookout over the club and its activities.

Today it was only you and Bucky attending. No friends, no other company, except for your security detail.

With a good percentage of alcohol in your system, you and he were all over each other—lips sloppily crashing into one another as you moaned and groaned into each other's mouths and hands roamed both your bodies.

You'd unbuttoned a few buttons of his white long-sleeved shirt—wanting to feel his collarbone and chest underneath your fingertips as you made out. His dark blue velvet dress jacket was tossed to the side long ago. Your other hand rested delicately on top of his covered bulge—palming him ever so often.

Bucky’s hand kept a tight grip on your naked upper thigh; the short little dress you wore barely covered anything, giving him easy access to your skin. His other held your throat gently in his grasp, making it impossible to move away from him not that you wanted to.

Ever so slightly, he inches his way higher up your thigh, hicking your dress up with his moves, as he caressed your delicate skin with his rough hands, making you moan and whimper into his mouth. His end goal was to get into your panties—wanting to force his fingers knuckle-deep into you and have you make a mess all over them.

It wasn't unusual for him and you to get a little naughty together in the club. On multiple occasions, you'd have his fingers deep inside your pussy or straddle his lap to grind yourself on his clothed cock. And occasionally giving him a handjob here and there.

You'd think he would be against having you so exposed to everyone’s prying eyes since he was always so protective and possessive over you in day-to-day life. But on the contrary, he loved showing you off here. It gave him the power to assert his dominance over you and make everyone know that you're his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property and his most prized possession.

This was his club—his rules—his everything. Everyone knew not to mess with the mob boss's precious wife. Not unless they had a death wish.

Your body tingled in anticipation of having his digits buried deep inside you. You were so ready for it. So needy for it, but… God, did you really have to pee now, urgently.

“Bucky.”

His name came out in a moan rather than a plea for him to stop with his touches, making him think you wanted more. He swiped your damp panties with his thumb while his lips assaulted your neck with licks, kisses and bites, making you whine even more.

“Bucky!”

You placed your hands on his chest, shoving him lightly off you, making him stop with his kisses and retract his hand from under your dress.

“What!”

An annoyed tone was laced in his voice, but that quickly turned into concern as he thought something was wrong.

“What is it, baby?”

His thumb caressed your cheek lovingly as he tried to search your face for any discomfort. There was none, so he didn’t understand why you'd make him stop.

“I just really need to go pee.”

He nodded his head in understanding and was about to call for one of the security to accompany you, but you stopped him before he could.

“No! I can go on my own.”

“Doll…”

He cocked his head to the side. He didn’t like that. He didn’t want you going on your own.

Although the club was a safe space for you to wander around due to everyone knowing who you were and not daring to approach you under any circumstances, Bucky still wanted you looked after due to the reason that occasionally a rouge and unwanted person managed to get into the club, despite the tight security, and cause chaos and bothering the other club patrons. But that rarely happened, and right now, you just wanted to go on your own without having anyone on your tail all the time.

“Please, Bucky,” you pleaded with those puppy-dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist, “if I'm not back in 15 minutes, you can come and find me.”

“Alright, princess,” he pecked your lips, “but hurry back to me, baby,” and once more, “because I need to bury my fingers in your tight little pussy….”

He cupped your core harsh, making you moan out at the roughness. Bucky groaned out as he touched what belonged to him.

“... my tight little pussy.”

He growled in your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand and your core pulsate at his filthy words.

“I’ll be right back, babe.”

You gave him one last peck before you got up and fixed your dress—the material had bundled up your hips entirely. Bucky gave you a light tap on your ass before you walked away in search of the bathroom.

You did your business in the bathroom and freshened up before walking out to the club’s main area.

Bucky hadn't left his positing from the VIP area. His leg was crossed over the other, and his arms rested on the back of the couch while he looked calm and relaxed. You wanted to take advantage of your freedom and decided to get a quick drink at the bar before returning to him.

You made your way to the bar that was settled in the middle of the club while swaying your hips to the music playing. Luckily, the bar wasn't packed, so it should be a quick deal.

You order the drink and make yourself comfortable with your elbows on the bar counter, squeezing your breasts together, almost exposing them entirely. Your ass poked out behind you—the dress so tiny and short that it almost showed your entire ass.

You knew everyone had their eyes on you, thirsting and yearning for you—for something they knew they could never have, and that's what you loved so much about it. In this club, you loved being a little cock-tease to everyone—it made you feel powerful.

While waiting for your drink, you scanned and observed the club’s guests. Most of them you'd seen before and recognised—politicians with their mistresses, criminals making shady deals with each other, and some new faces you'd never seen before. Everyone looked to be in great spirit and having fun tonight.

“My, my… don't you look pretty tonight.”

A deep, smooth voice murmured in your ear, making you jump out of your skin a little at the roughness of it. You thought it was Bucky for a second, but the voice didn’t match quite right. When you spun around, you found yourself caught in an intense gaze by a man. Usually, you'd back away and decline any stranger like that, but something about him just made your whole being scream in need.

The man oozed danger, sex and confidence—all things you loved and had gotten so used to with Bucky. So you couldn't help yourself when you got ensnared in this stranger's trap. You knew you shouldn't talk to this man. Bucky would be pissed if he found out. But Bucky wasn't here right now, and the drink should be done any second, so you decided to play along and then would politely decline once it was time. Bucky would never know.

“Well, hello to you, stranger.”

You batted your eyelashes at him and gave him your most appetising smile and gestures you could muster up, popping your hip out and tilting your head to the side, wanting to play a bit dirty and rile him up.

“My, you're the prettiest little thing in this whole club.”

He came closer, almost pinning you against the bar with his massive frame. He licked his lips as his eyes travelled across your whole body. This man was playing a dangerous game in approaching you like that—intentions clearly sexual.

He presented his hand, and you took it gladly, shaking it.

“The names Roman,” he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it while maintaining eye contact, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Roman?

Roman?

You'd heard that name before, but you couldn't quite put your finger on who he was. It was such an unusual name that you would think with such a name, you'd remember who it belonged to, but your mind was completely blank. It must be the alcohol and the intense surge of sexual energy you were experiencing.

“The pleasure is all mine, Roman,” you gave him your name, which made him smirk when he heard it.

“That's a beautiful name, princess. What brings you to this club, sweet thing?”

“Oh, I-”

The conversation was cut abruptly by someone grabbing Roman’s shoulder and pulling him away from you, turning him to face whoever it was.

You gasped.

Shit. It was Bucky.

His face was stone cold as he stared Roman down with absolute dark rage in his eyes. His fists clenched by his side—knuckles turning white.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Roman?” Bucky spat out while getting all up in his face.

Wait?

Bucky knew him?

Oh…

Oh!

Oh, no…

He was that Roman.

Shit. Now you remember.

He's the man that betrayed Bucky about a year ago and went to be with Bucky’s number one rivals instead. You remember at the time what kind of a toll it had taken on Bucky to be so gruesomely crossed.

This was not good. You felt so horrible and guilty now with the later knowledge of know this man was. How could you have forgotten him? Forgotten what he's done? You should have brushed him off instead of instigating his actions further.

You couldn't hear what they were saying because they were so up in each other's faces, but you could tell that it was a heated argument. You wondered what was being said. What kind of complications and events this would all lead to.

Suddenly, Bucky shoved him hard, and it looked like he would fight him right then and there. But he didn’t…

“You’re fucking dead, Roman,” Bucky uttered through gritted teeth.

Bucky came to your side and grabbed your arm hard. So hard that it hurt, and you winced and tossed to try and get out of his harsh grip, but he wouldn't budge. He pulled you back to the VIP area and ordered you to sit on the couch.

“Don't fucking move.”

His words were like poison, making you flinch at the absolute anger in his voice. Your eyes were becoming glossy—tears threatening to spill at any moment. You wrapped your arms around yourself for comfort.

How could you be so stupid? You should have just said no to Roman instead of acting like a fucking brat and whore—wanting to be a little cock tease for a man that wasn't even your man. You should have just been an obedient little wife and returned to your husband like you were supposed to.

Bucky was furiously talking to one of his men for several minutes. You saw how stressed, angry and fearful his demeanour was. His hand ran through his short hair multiple times. It was rare to see Bucky in this state. He was usually tough and determined, not bothered by what people said and did, and always in control of things. But it looked like Roman had really struck a sensitive nerve—said something that had put Bucky out of check.

When he was done conversing, he came back to you and took your hand, gently this time, and pulled you with him out of the main club area, not saying a thing. It looks like you were leaving. You went through the backdoor that was only used for you and Bucky and a selected few other people.

Once in the elevator, Bucky wrapped a protective arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his torso, still not saying anything. You wanted to say something. To plead for his forgiveness, but you felt awkward doing it in this tight place when you weren't alone. You would try and talk to him in the car when it was just the two of you.

Bucky ushered you into the backseat of the black luxury car, him getting in behind you. You weren't sure where you were going—home, most likely. The screen divider that separated the backseats and driver seat was up, so you were all alone, and you could finally try to talk to him.

“Bucky?”

You tried in a sweet and calm voice.

Nothing.

He pulled his phone out when it pinged with a message. His mouth remained in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed, with no emotions in his eyes as he typed on his phone before placing it inside his jacket.

“Bu-Bucky?”

Your weak voice cracked as his name came out in a sob this time.

“I-I’m so s-sorry. I-I shou-” You sobbed even more, unable to finish your sentence. You were about to cry any second, knowing that Bucky was mad and disappointed in you for being so stupid and reckless. You turned your head away from him, unable to look at his stern face.

“Doll…”

His voice was sweet compared to the poisonous one he used with you in the Underground. You thought he would yell at you once in the car. But it was the opposite. His loving and caring side surfaced—your wonderful husband that loved you beyond words.

“Baby…”

He grabbed your chin with his fingers and turned your head towards his. His eyes held nothing but love and adoration for you—his wife. His heart broke when he saw a few tears roll down your cheeks, your lips quivering.

“P-please d-don't be mad a-at me, Bucky.”

“Oh, baby… come here.”

He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. His head nuzzled in your neck as he laid tender kisses on the soft skin to try and soothe you,

“Mad at you? No, doll. I could never be mad at you, and I’m sorry it came across that way. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you like that, my sweet love.”

“Bu-but, you seemed s-so angry at me. Angry for what I’d done and who I was talking to. I swear, Bucky, I forgot who he was, and I-I just-”

“Doll.” He made you rest your forehead on his. His piercing blue eyes focused deep into yours—showing you that he spoke the truth. “I’m not mad at you at all. Please don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s not your fault. Not even the slightest, ok? I love you, babydoll.”

“O-ok. I-I love you t-too, Bucky.”

He dried your tears while giving you a warm smile. “My precious girl.” He cradled your face in his hands and laid a light, comforting kiss on your lips. The kiss slowly progressed to a more passionate one—neediness and love poured into it.

The moment was quickly interrupted by Bucky’s phone pinging with a message in his jacket. He groaned as he fished it out to read it. You caught a glimpse and gasped when you saw what it said.

It's done.

You knew what it meant. It was the worst possible outcome following the events that unfolded in the club.

“Is, is he d-dead?”

“No, no, doll. They only questioned him, that's all.” Bucky tried to reassure you.

You knew what questioned meant. It meant that they had beaten the shit out of him, almost to the point of death. And although Bucky spoke the truth that Roman wasn't dead, he would be soon. Bucky never let something like what happened at the club go unpunished—people trying to cross his line. Certainly not when it comes to you. He would torture and kill anyone who made any advances on you, especially when they were fully aware of who you were and belonged to. And Roman most certainly knew what he was doing when he approached you. He wanted to provoke Bucky and test his limits. And now he would pay for it.

Maybe he didn’t think it through enough? Perhaps he thought he was safe because he was under the protection of Bucky’s rivals?

But one should never underestimate Bucky. He didn’t give a fuck who anyone belonged to, enemies or friends. If provoked, he would have you severely punished or, in the worst case, killed.

You shook your head—not wanting to think about it anymore. Instead, you lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder and close your eyes for the remaining car ride. His fingertips delicately caressing your arm lulled you to a relaxed and sleepy state…

———

“Doll,” his soothing voice murmured in your ear, pulling you out from the light sleep, “baby, we’re here.”

You softly moaned as you lifted your head and saw that you’d pulled into the garage of your penthouse—you were indeed home now. Luckily, because you were ready to cuddle up with your husband in bed and go to sleep in his loving and protective embrace.

“You want me to carry you?”

“N-no, I can go on my own.”

Once in the elevator, Bucky pressed the button for the roof terrace, not the apartment like you thought we would. You looked up at him. A confused expression on your face—eyebrows furrowed.

“Are we not going to bed yet?”

“Not yet,” he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, and kissed your head, “I have something I want to show you.”

What did he have to show you on the rooftop?

When the elevator arrived, Bucky took your hand and led you to the patio overlooking the light-filled city. Nothing looked unusual. Everything looked as it always did. There was no thing to show. So why did he bring you here?

“Bucky, what are we doing here?”

“Come.”

He led you to the very edge of the fence and wrapped his arms around you from behind. His head rested on your shoulder, and you leaned yours on his.

“Do you see, doll?”

“See what, Bucky?”

“The city!”

“Your city, babe.”

“Our city, baby girl. All of this is for you. Everything I do is for you. You and my undying love for you influence every decision I make in life.”

“James… you know I don't need any of this. I appreciate it, baby, you know that, but… I just need you.”

“I know, I only need you as well, but I just wanted you to know that we’re in this together. We can always count on each other. We will always have one another. Our love is powerful and unbreakable.”

“You know it, Bucky.”

You stood for a while longer. Staring out over your city as you swayed to imaginary music. Bucky’s lips graced your cheek as he whispered sweet nothings that had your heart burst with warmth, love and security.

Words can’t describe how much you loved this man. This vicious, menacing, murderous, but also affectionate, warm and joyous man. One would think such words couldn’t be combined to describe a man—that it doesn't fit. But Bucky was all those, and you wouldn’t change him for the world.

Your sweet bubble was interrupted by another notification on Bucky’s phone, making him groan in annoyance. He held one arm around your waist while the other retrieved his phone.

You couldn't see what it said this time, but he let out a groan of approval and then pulled you with him back to the elevator once he read it.

“Where are we going now? More surprises?”

“We’re just going to our room.”

Ah, finally. As much as you loved Bucky for bringing you up here and expressing his undying love for you, you really just wanted to snuggle up to him in bed now.

But once you arrived at your room, one of Bucky’s men was waiting by the door, which was highly unusual. You wondered what was going on. It probably had something to do about Bucky’s recent text message. Probably an update on Roman and his current… situation. But no matter what it was, you hoped it would be able to wait till the morning. You just wanted Bucky all to yourself now.

“Wait here, doll.”

You stood in place while Bucky approached his man. He whispered something to Bucky, and Bucky nodded before he called you over. The man bid you good night, and then it was finally just you and your husband.

“What was that all about, babe?”

“My love…”

He lay his hands on your shoulders, staring deep into your eyes with seriousness written all over his face.

What was going on?

Why was he acting so… strange?

“Yes, my dear?”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky, with my life.”

“Would you do anything I ask of you?”

You didn’t like to admit it, but you would kill for this man if the situation ever occurred.

“I-I… yes.”

“Then come with me,” he presented his hand, and you took it without hesitation, “don't be alarmed.”

Alarmed?

He opened the door to your shared master bedroom. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Although you trusted Bucky, his behaviour was more abnormal than usual, which scared you slightly.

You expected to be met with something significant while walking into the room, but there was nothing in the dim-lit room. It was a little hard to see with the lights out, so you scanned the entire space to try and find the abnormality—from the huge windows lining the outer wall, to the bed, and finally, the other side of the room. And that's when you saw it.

You gasped out loud in horror, eyes wide like saucers when you saw a person in the darkened corner of your room. It was a man—beaten, bloodied and bruised, tied up in a chair. His scream was muffled by something shoved into his mouth.

Oh my god… it was Roman…

“B-Bucky, wha-”

What was happening? This was wrong. This was so wrong on so many levels. Bucky never brought any of his mob business into your home. He always tried to shield you from that gruesome aspect of his world as best as possible. So what was he doing?

You backed away slowly but were stopped by colliding into Bucky’s chest. He grabbed your upper arms to keep your shaking form in place. His breath fanned your face while he whispered in your ear.

“Don’t be scared, my love.”

You were very much horrified by the sight of a bloodied and bruised man bound tight in your room. I mean, who wouldn't be?

“Wh-what i-is going o-on?”

You contemplated screaming and running away. If that's what you wanted, Bucky would have let you go—he would never force you into doing something you absolutely didn’t want. But you didn’t move a muscle. This situation intrigued you. Bucky’s vicious and twisted mind fascinated you.

Although you were the innocent and sweet one in the relationship, you had a slight devious nature to you as well. So you wanted to see what kind of plans Bucky had in store for bringing Roman into your privacy. What kind of things does he want to do. So you let go of all your worries and went with the flow.

With Bucky’s hand secured around your neck, craning your chin up to make you look at Roman. Bucky spoke, loud enough for Roman to hear as well, the most sinful, possessive and immoral words he's ever uttered—making you shamelessly aroused and almost crumble to the floor.

“He’s gonna watch us, doll, all powerless tied up in that chair as I do with you as I please. He’s gonna watch as I undress you and expose your beautiful flesh to his eyes. He’s gonna watch as I kiss, lick, suck and bite all over your skin. He’s gonna watch and hear as I make you moan, whimper and scream. He’s gonna watch as I fuck you hard, my wife. Claiming your body and soul as mine, and mine only.”

Fuck.

You were all in.

Bucky circled his arms around your waist and brought you closer to his firm chest. Very delicately, he started leaving kisses on your exposed shoulder, making you purr in delight. His feather-light kisses made goosebumps erupt on your skin. You craned your neck to the side, giving his lips more space to continue their journey further up. A loud moan of satisfaction escaped you as he became rougher with it—licking and sucking on your tender sweet spot.

In a swift motion, he removed your little dress—leaving you in your pretty underwear. His hands started roaming all over your exposed body, paying close attention to all your curves with his fingers—hips, waist and breasts—especially your breasts. He palmed them in his grasp and pinched your nipple through the material of your bra, making you wince out at the slight pain.

While one of his hands palmed your breast, the other ran down your stomach and found its way into your panties, making you gasp once his expert fingers found your aching core. He ran his fingers through your slick folds, groaning deeply in your ear, making the hairs at the back of your neck stand.

“Fuck, baby, already so wet and messy for me, huh? Did that turn you on, princess? My little speech about fucking you and claiming you as mine while he watches all helpless?”

“U-uh, huh.”

You were revelling in the pleasure your twisted and loving husband provided you that there was no way to form any coherent words, let alone sentences. It made Bucky chuckle in a sinister way at how absolute speechless he could make you with such simple touches.

Then it all stopped—his touches and kisses. You whined out in protest and were starting to turn around to see what was going on, but he stopped you by grabbing your upper arms and turning you towards Roman again.

“Stay still, baby.”

Thankfully, his delicate touches returned to your skin. His fingers ran from your shoulder and down until they met the clasp of your bra—unclasping it with no difficulty. The bra straps ran down your arms and hit the floor with a soft thud. Your breasts fully exposed to the two men.

With Bucky’s hands caressing your waist, he descended to the floor behind you. His fingers hooked into your panties and pulled them down your legs. Now, you were fully exposed; your parts that Bucky was so protective and possessive over came to light.

He left a wet kiss on each of your ass cheeks before travelling the kisses upward your naked back—until he stood straight up and wrapped his hand around your throat again, making you yelp and pay full attention to the man tied to the chair. Bucky spoke loud again for him to hear as well.

“This here is all mine. My body—my tits, my ass, my pussy,” he groped your wet and naked core, making you gasp out, “Only I will get to touch and take all of her as I please. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“I-it’s yours, B-Bucky, I-I belong to y-you.”

He turned you around and pulled your naked body flush into his clothed one. His hand grasped the back of your neck and brought your lips to his—hungrily kissing you, tongues caressing one another as you moaned and groaned into the heated and needy kiss. His other hand took hold of your ass cheek—altering between squeezing hard and delivering slaps to the plump flesh, which made you whimper into his mouth each time he did.

While still keeping your lips connected, Bucky manoeuvred you to the foot of the bed and removed his jacket while you helped with unbuttoning his white shirt—tearing it off his muscular body.

You roamed your hands all over his hard chest and stomach, moaning as you felt every curve and dip of his delicious muscles. While you touched him, Bucky went to work on getting his pants off.

“Let me.”

You descended to your knees, finding a comfortable place on the marble floor, and helped him tug his pants and underwear down. A satisfied gasp slips from your mouth as his hard cock springs to life—slapping against his belly.

“This cock belongs to me, doesn't it, daddy?” You mutter as you take a firm grasp on his base, and kitten lick his tip while looking up at him.

Bucky chuckled at your possessive nature, licking his lips. You could be just as possessive over Bucky as he was over you, and he loved it. He belonged to you as much as you belonged to him.

“You know it does, baby,” his hand cradled your face, “all of me belongs to you, body and soul.”

You pushed him down to sit on the foot of the bed, his hands on the mattress keeping his weight up. His eyes were fixated on your kneeling form as you nestled between his spread legs. The palm of your hands caressed his thighs up and down as you stared at his entire cock—your mouth watering at how delicious it looked.

“I’m so hungry for your cock, daddy.”

“Yeah? You gonna show him what a little cock-whore you are, baby?”

“Yes,” a glob of your spit fell on him, making him groan as your hand jerked him and spread the saliva all over his length, “I’m a little cock-whore that wants your cock in my mouth.”

He twitched at your lewd words.

“Take all of me then.”

With his hand at the back of your head, he guided and encouraged you to take him whole. With no hesitation, you engulfed his length immediately—too cock-hungry to tease and toy with him until he begged for you. You desperately needed his length deep in your throat.

You gagged around him as he tickled the back of your throat. The vibrations made him shudder where he sat. With each hand cradling your face, he forced your head up and down on him, thrusting his hips upwards to meet your moves.

Tears pooled in your eyes, and saliva dribbled out of your mouth as he forced his way down your throat. It was so messy and erotic—sloppy sounds filled the room.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he concentrated on how your warm and wet mouth felt on his throbbing cock. Guttural groans rumbled in his throat.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby.”

He removed you from him, which made you whine in protest—missing the feel of him choking you with it. Your hand wrapped around him and jerked his length in long strokes as you presented your tongue—showing him how absolute needy you were for his cock shoved deep in your cavity.

With his fingers holding your jaw, he leaned down till he was level with your face and gifted you a glob of his spit on your awaiting tongue. “Fucking whore, you know that?” You nod your head. The degrading action and words had your pussy flutter. You rolled your tongue into your mouth and leaned down to retake him, bobbing your head while Bucky supported his weight on his hands, allowing you to take control of his cock as he sat and enjoyed the lewd performance.

“I bet you’re fucking jealous now.” Bucky sneered at Roman as the corner of his mouth turned up in a sinister smirk.

Your hand accompanied your mouth—stroking his base while your mouth paid attention to his sensitive head—finding a perfect rhythm to bring Bucky over the edge. The other hand cupped his balls to fondle them.

“Look at me….”

You peered up at him through your thick lashes while you had your mouth and hands full of his cock and balls. Drool and tears covering all of you.

“...fucking shit, doll, you’re gonna make me come.” A few seconds later, he grunted as he reached his climax. His hand gripping your shoulder hard to brace himself.

Watching his face contour in pure pleasure, moaning, groaning and grunting while his thick load shoots down your throat must be one of the most pornographic scenes you’d ever witnessed. Your pussy fluttered at the sight and vocalisation of him—slickness running down your inner thighs.

Holy fucking shit.

You worked him thoroughly through his intense orgasm to make him feel as good as possible. Not letting a single drop of him go to waste—all of it trickled down your throat.

Once he had come down from his high, you pulled him out from your mouth, making his head leave with a pop. Bucky hisses as his sensitive cock is freed from your expert hold.

You were a mess—drool covering your face, hands and tits, but to Bucky, it was the most stunning you’d ever looked.

“Oh, baby. So beautiful and messy for me.”

With his hand holding your throat, he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss which you whimpered into.

“Get on the bed.”

All giddy, you switched places with him. Your elbows supported your weight as you spread your legs for him, showing him your glistening and needy pussy.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

“Are you gonna fuck me, daddy?”

Bucky tugged your legs, pulling you further towards him—till your ass was right by the edge of your bed.

“Not yet, babydoll. I need to taste that pussy first.”

He finds a comfortable place on his knees between your spread legs so he can go to work in worshipping all of you, like the Goddess you are. His face is inches from where you so desperately need him, feeling his breath on you, making your pussy ache for him. You arch into his face, your hand running over his short hair, begging for him to taste you, touch you, do anything to you. To eat you out until he shatters your existence.

“Please, Bucky,” you pathetically plead.

“You want it, baby?”

The tip of his tongue flickers your nub. That simple touch has your whole body convulse on the bed and a soft whimper escaping you.

God, you were so needy.

“P-please.”

“I’ll make you feel so fucking good, princess,” he laid a simple kiss on your wet folds, making you convulse once more, “but first, I need to clean up this mess you’ve made, baby.” He was referring to the slickness that had spilt from you, running down your inner thighs.

While his hands caressed the side of your waist, making delicious tingles erupt on your skin, he went to work on cleaning you up with his tongue—licking up the mess you’ve made, moaning at your taste. “Your taste is outstanding, baby.” Your whimper in pain and pleasure as he nips the skin of your inner thigh with his teeth—his tongue soothing the sting after.

“You have the prettiest pussy; you know that, baby? I’m so lucky that I’m the only man who will ever get to see it, to taste it,” he licks your outer lips, which has you arch into him for more, “and to fuck this needy little cunt.”

Finally, he places his mouth where you desperately need it to be. He drags his broad tongue through your folds and flicks the tip of it on your clit. The action has you arch your back, and your eyes flutter shut.

“O-oh…”

A glob of his saliva hits your clit, trickling down your folds. He groans as he watches his mess mix with your own—making your pussy look like the most delicious five-star meal he’s ever seen.

“Look at him, baby. Look at him while I eat your pussy.”

You turned your head to look at the man bound in his chair. It’s fucked up to admit it, but it turned you on to have Bucky between your thighs while a beaten-down man watched. You could see him shaking in his chair, shock overloading his system while his bloodied face pleaded for mercy—for his hurt and misery to end.

Fuck, this was hot.

You moaned loudly as Bucky went to work on devouring your pussy like a starved man that hasn’t had a decent meal in forever. He drags his tongue through your slit multiple times to get all of your flavours. His groan against your pussy at the taste has you quiver on the mattress and a loud cry emitting from you.

He lewdly spits on your pussy to claim ownership over it before his lips wrap around your raw nub—altering between sucking and licking the sensitive nerve. You try to keep your focus on Roman, but your eyes flutter at the pleasure, your mind and vision becoming blurry.

Two fingers penetrate your velvet walls, stretching you out and reaching knuckle deep, making you wail out. Their tips brush against the spot that has you absolutely lose it, making you writhe on the bed. The other works your breast—palming the supple flesh in his grasp, pinching and pulling on your sensitive nipple. You're nothing but cries of pleasure—moaning, groaning and whimpering as Bucky works you to perfection.

You feel kind of embarrassed at how noisy and pathetic you sound, so you bite your bottom lip hard to try and keep yourself down. Bucky didn’t like that at all.

“No, no,” he releases your clit from his hold, “let him hear. Let him hear all your pretty noises, baby.”

He quickly returned his assaults on your swollen clit that throbbed in need. His fingers moved in and out of you at an expert pace, and his other hand worked your breast.

Upon his wishes, you let your cries of satisfaction flow freely—filling up the bedroom. Your breathing hitched in your throat as the buildup was nearing its breaking point, so close to shattering your whole existence—body and soul.

Both your hands are placed at the back of his head, keeping him there so that he cannot move away and deny you your pleasure under no circumstances. Your hips rock into his vicious mouth as you chase your orgasm—it’s right there, so close.

“Bucky,” you cry as you come hard, your toes curling and your whole body convulsing on the bed. You try keeping your gaze on Roman as the coil in your stomach snaps, but your eyes cross. The surge of intense pleasure on your mind and body is almost indescribable—you’ve never come so hard in your entire life. As stars blur your vision, you feel like you're floating on a cloud.

Bucky groans as he works through your orgasm, your clit throbbing in his mouth and your tight walls fluttering around his digits. He’s in awe as he watches you fall apart like you’ve never done before, and he doesn't stop pleasuring you until you are all but satisfied.

You sob from sensitivity as his mouth and fingers leave your used and abused pussy. You’re a panting and heaving mess as you try and come back to your senses.

“You have no idea how sexy and breathtaking you are when you come like that, baby,” he says before kissing your mound, making you twitch. He proceeds with his kisses up your stomach and gives each of your nipples a lick; each touch has you spasm on the bed at how overly sensitive your whole body feels. He comes to face you—gently laying a kiss on your lips so you can taste yourself.

“I really fucked you up, didn’t I? I’m the only one that can make you come like that, huh?”

All you can do is nod while babbling unfinished words as you still haven’t recovered from your high.

Bucky chuckled at your distant and fucked out state.

“I’ll fuck you up some more, doll. He’s gonna watch as I absolutely wreck you.”

He pulls you further up the bed until you’re both in the middle of it.

With his hard cock in hand, he taps the head on your swollen clit, making you twitch and sob; a weak no falls from your lips as you place your hand on his hip to try and push him off.

You can’t. You’re so overly sensitive that it hurts. You can’t take anymore. But Bucky didn’t seem to give a fuck. He wasn’t done with you.

“I-I c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby.” He speaks through gritted teeth.

He takes your hand off him and pins it down on the mattress.

Again he taps your clit, pulling out the same reaction from you as before. He glides his leaking tip through your wet folds. Gradually, his cock gliding on your tingling nub feels fucking incredible, and you’re ready for him to wreck you with his length.

“Please, daddy, fuck me.”

He groaned out at your neediness for him and lined his tip with your quivering entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, he penetrates your tight velvet walls with his cock, making you whimper at the slight ache. His hands grasp the back of your thighs as he forces his way inside you, guttural groans rumbling in his throat as your warm and tight walls engulf him. The last bit of him he forcefully pushes inside you, slamming into your pelvis, making you sob a cry, and your eyes roll back—showing white. The feeling of fullness has you blabbering pleas for him to destroy and fuck you senseless.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

His voice is so deep and husky, making your walls flutter around his length, pulling out a heavy moan from him.

“I’ll fuck you so good, doll.”

He pulls out and then forces himself hard into you again, making you jolt and cry on the mattress. He does it a few times, being rough and abusive with it, before he starts fucking your tightness in deep and powerful strokes, slapping his skin against yours.

He hoists your legs on his shoulder, pinning them against his front, as he thrusts into you, his tip brushing your sweet spot each time he reaches deep inside you. You’re nothing but a moaning, whimpering mess as you take it all. Your hands grip the sheets to brace yourself, your eyes cross as he fucks you into oblivion, and your breasts bounce with each abusive thrust he delivers.

“My pussy. Mine, mine, mine, mine,” he grunts between each hard thrust, watching his length disappear through your walls.

There's nothing on your brain other than his cock—nothing but earth-shattering pleasure that it's giving.

You convey that you want him closer with grabby hands as you’re entirely speechless with how he’s fucking you.

Answering your pleas, he drops your legs on each side before lowering his body till his naked chest meets yours, holding his weight up so he won’t completely crush your sensitive body. His forehead rests on yours as his warm breath hits your face.

“So needy for my cock, huh? So needy for all of me?”

You can only let out a sound of approval.

“Good fucking girl.”

With the rolls of his hips, he manages to reach even deeper inside you, making you wail in pleasure. You wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, clinging to him with your weak strength. The buildup was fast due to your last orgasm, and you were ready to explode with pleasure once more.

“I-I-I’m go….”

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence, making Bucky chuckle at how good he was fucking your brains.

“You gonna come, baby?”

“U-uh, huh.”

“Look at him, baby,” with his fingers on your jaw; he turned your head to look at Roman, “look at him as you cream and make a mess all over my cock, you fucking whore. Look at him while I stuff your little cunt.”

You try to keep your focus on him, but it was near impossible with the way Bucky was fucking you, clouding your every sense.

A few more brutal thrusts, and you come hard, toes curling, almost blacking out at the intensity. Silent noises escape your open mouth, and your eyes roll as you explode around his cock—your walls viciously pulsating around his length and making a mess all over him. Tears streamed down your face as it became too much, too hard, but you wanted more; you wanted his cum to fill you so badly, so you pulled him in tighter with your weak legs, wanting him to spill his warm seed inside you.

With a heavy grunt, he spurts ropes after ropes of his cum inside you, decorating your walls. His hips snapped rapidly against you as he filled you up to the brim, emptying himself entirely and not stopping until you were both fucked out and satisfied.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl taking all of me.”

He stilled inside once he was done, making a breath of relief and satisfaction escape you, and a deep groan came from him at the aftershocks. He peppers kisses on your clammy neck and collarbone, whispering sweet praises and affirmation after being so dominant and rough with you. You hold him close, nuzzling your face into his short hair as you hum and sigh in contentment at being stuffed full of his cum.

A whimper falls from you as his body leaves yours, leaving you cold, followed by a sob as his cock leaves your used and abused hole, leaving you unfulfilled.

“Look at that, baby,” Bucky was fascinated with his cum trickling out of your quivering hole, ”such a pretty sight.” He collected all of the cum with his tip and pushed himself hard into you again, making you squeal. After giving you a few more strokes, he pulled out, making the cum flow out once more. He gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek, followed by some words that made your breath hitch.

“Stay still, baby. I need to show him.”

He what?

You were still and spread out like he requested, your body too sensitive and sore to move anyways. With hooded eyes, you watch Bucky’s naked behind as he walks away from you and over to the man bound tight in the corner.

Bucky removes the gag from Roman’s mouth, and you can hear him coughing blood and saliva as his voice is freed. He tries to say something, but it comes out as a gurgling sound.

“Did you really fucking think I would let you go unpunished from my club, you fucking filth?”

Bucky’s fist connects with Roman’s bloodied and bruised face—the noise of skin punching skin and the crackling of Roman’s teeth at the force of it is the most uncomfortable sound you’ve ever heard. You shut your eyes tight as Bucky hits him again, and then a last time.

“Did you really fucking think I would let you speak about my wife like that without me having your head for it?”

You still didn’t know what Roman had said to Bucky in the club, but it was obviously triggering. So Bucky had gone to this extent in showing him, and others for that matter, what happens when someone spoke about his possessions.

Bucky removed his restraints and pulled Roman by his hair over to you on the bed—propping him up so he rested on his knees, his bruised face close to your pussy.

You were lost for words at what was happening, at what Bucky was doing. You just closed your eyes tight and hoped that whatever was going to happen would be over soon.

“Look at that, huh. Look at it. Isn’t it so fucking beautiful?”

Bucky was referring to his cum seeping out of your quivering hole—making a beautiful mess.

Roman looked with hooded eyes and tried to say something, but his words came out strained and unclear.

“Fucking LOOK AT IT!”

Bucky yelled in his face. It startled you and made tears roll down your cheek. This feels so degrading… but my God, also so fucking hot at the same time—to have someone being forced to look at your most intimate part that’s just been used and abused and stuffed full of cum.

Roman looks with wide eyes now, well, one at least; the other one is too bruised to open fully. He makes a painful noise as Bucky pulls his head up by his hair.

“This is mine. My pussy,” Bucky spreads your lips, “this is my girl, my fucking wife, and that’s my fucking cum that’s claimed her. You will never ever get to touch her. Touch what rightfully belongs to me. How dare you come into my club and use your filthy disgusting words on my wife, especially after betraying me like that, you worthless piece of shit.”

Bucky tosses him to the ground, his body hitting the hard floor in a loud thud while he groans in pain.

“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky spat at him.

Bucky retrieves his phone from his jacket, and you hear his thumbs moving across the keyboard—typing a message. You’re unsure what’s happening and too tired and slightly traumatised to ask questions.

A few seconds later, there’s a knock on the bedroom door, and Bucky stands with his back, all tall and broad, to you, blocking your body so whoever is on the other end can’t see you fully exposed. Bucky doesn’t care about his own nudity in the slightest.

Whoever entered the room didn’t say anything, but you could hear them come closer and stop by Roman, waiting for Bucky to give them instructions.

“Dispose of him,” Bucky utters in a deep and sinister voice.

“Yes, Sir.”

You hear Roman getting pulled away, never to be seen again, and then a door closes, leaving only you and Bucky in your bedroom.

“Baby.”

His sweet and caring voice was back; his protective and warm touches were back—your loving husband. He cleans you off with his shirt and then cradles your body, making you sit on his lap as he wraps his tender, soft arms around your frame. You nuzzle your face into his sweaty neck, a tired sigh leaving you as his fingers run delicately on your clammy skin, soothing your aching flesh and lulling you to sleep.

“Are you ok, doll?” He takes your tired face in his hands, making you look at his concerned one, searching yours for any sign of stress or discomfort. “Was that too much? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, doll, you had to see that, to hear that. That I had to put you through that.”

You honestly didn’t know what to say at what just unfolded—too tired and sore to process the whole event properly, but you were ok, for now. You were just happy to finally have your husband to yourself after such a pleasurable and vicious evening. All you wanted now was to fall asleep in his protective embrace.

All worries and questions about tonight could wait until the morning.

“I-I’m o-ok, James, just tired,” you yawn.

“Oh, baby…”

He scoots you up the bed—until you both rest your heads on the fluffy pillows, facing each other.

“... come here.”

You make yourself small and vulnerable as you nuzzle and cling to the embrace of your vicious lover and protector—his arms and legs holding you close. A content sigh breathes through you as your head tucks into his chest; listening to the calming beats of his heart—this was your home, where you wanted to be forever; despite Bucky’s brutal nature at times, you never ever wanted to leave his side.

Bucky’s murderous hands treat your skin like it's the most delicate thing in the world—softly stroking your back, making you shudder and purr in delight. Sweet words of affirmation are whispered against your hair, followed by a hum of a pleasant tune that slowly lulls you to sleep.

The last thing you hear are words that solidify your love and trust for your husband.

“You’re mine, mine only, my everything, and I love you beyond words, my sweet love….”

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Daisy

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: pregnancy pregnancy pregnancy! ummmm like hint of abortion. smut. angst. fluff. it’s a lot. like hint of character death. happy ending!

summary: bucky gets you pregnant. complications ensue?

a/n: please don’t come at me for my lack of knowledge around pregnancy, you can fill in the blanks however u like!

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At the sound of your Seaside alarm, your eyes shoot open. You inhale a large breath and stretch, a difficult activity whilst in bed tangled up in both the blankets and your boyfriends legs.

Bucky groans as you shift, your alarm waking him up as well. He didn’t know what time it was, but he knew that it was too early.

Leaning over to your phone, he pressed the snooze button and silenced the tiny machine, sighing in content at the lack of noise.

He tightens his grip around you, pulling you closer to him and nuzzling his face in your hair.

And as much as you love it. As much as you would love to spend eternity in bed with Bucky, you knew Steve would have a fit if you were late for another mission.

“Bucky.” You groan, trying to wiggle out of his hold with no luck.

“Mm.” He all but mumbles, eyes still shut and seemingly tightening his grip around you, locking you in.

“I have to get up.”

“Too early.” He grunts, shifting his head down from your neck to your chest, his favourite pillow, “Your heart sounds weird.”

“I have a mission.” You start prying him off of you, ignoring his attempt to change the subject.

“I’ll kill Steve one day.” He huffs out, lingering hands wandering all over you, “He never gives us anymore missions together.” Grabbing your wrist, he pulls you back down, pressing kisses to your arm, “Five more minutes.”

“No!”

You finally manage to slip out of his grip and run to the shower. As you shut the door behind you and lock it, not taking any chances, you hear him let out a loud groan.

After showering, you got into your combat suit and slicked your hair back out of your face. The mission shouldn’t be too difficult. After all it was just you, Sam, Nat and Steve.

Upon exiting the bathroom, Bucky was still in bed. His head lifted at the sound of you and, being the big baby he is, made grabby hands at you as he realised you were about to depart for your mission.

You lifted a leg to rest on the bed as you peppered his face with kisses, before reaching his lips and placing one big, chaste kiss there.

As you pulled away to finally leave, he got ahold of your wrist and pulled you back, “Another.” You rolled your eyes and innocently pressed your lips to his. Unbeknownst to you, he would turn into a (one-sided) heated make out.

“Let’s go!” Steve smacks the door frame of the room as he passes by, not bothering to look in because he knew he wouldn’t be pleased with what he saw. He learned that the hard way.

“Coming!” You yell back, over your shoulder.

“Oh really?” Bucky smirks, not loosening his grip on you as you struggle against him.

“Bucky!” Sam calls scoldingly, allowing you to spring free of his grip as he focuses his attention on Sam. You grab your holster from the bedside table with both your favourite knife and gun that you brought on every mission as you pass by Sam at your door, who’s still looking at Bucky with a disgusted half-joking scowl, “Nasty.”

-

The mission wasn’t the worst, but it wasn’t the best either.

Well, you don’t actually remember that much due to the fact that you were knocked out cold when you had accidentally set off an explosion that flew you about 5 metres backwards into a solid, brick wall.

According to Steve, the very same explosives were laid out all across the base and were really just used as booby traps so no other fatal injuries.

You were just unfortunate to be the first one to discover the explosive, first hand, up close and personal.

You regained consciousness back on the Quinjet and ever since then you were fine. But of course, Steve, not wanting to take any risks with Bucky, insisted you go to Banner and make sure you were okay.

But it didn’t matter. When he came to the common area after the mission in hopes to find you with the others and saw that you weren’t there and everyone had offered him nervous glances, he knew something was wrong. More specifically, he knew something was wrong with you.

“Where is she?” He immediately asks.

“I made her go to medical-“ Bucky didn’t even hear the rest of Steve’s sentence before he was storming off to the medical wing.

Bursting through the door of the only unoccupied room that he assumed was yours, relief washed over him when he saw you alive and seemingly well on the bed.

“Oh my god. What happened?” He cupped your face, examining the few cuts that littered it.

“It’s nothing. Buck-“ You grab his hands that cup your face, unable to contain your smile.

“Your chart said head trauma, wh-“

“I’m fine, honey-“

“Why are you the only one hurt? Oh my God, your head-“

“James.” You say, more sternly now to get his attention, “Will you listen to me?”

“I’m listening.” He seems to settle now, his hands leaving your face and intertwining with your hands.

“Banner ran some tests to check my vitals and everything.” You started, “Took some blood tests.” He nodded, following along. Your smile widens, one hand coming up to move the hair out of his face and behind his ear, “Bucky, I’m pregnant.” The worried look on his face morphs into disbelief…. for a moment you’re worried he’s upset, until you move one of his hands over your stomach.

He looks down, then looks back up and smiles with a breathy laugh, “Really?”

“Really.” You nod in confirmation, “We’re gonna have a baby.” You smile, unable to hold back the tears that now spill over your bottom lash.

Bucky’s thoughts run a mile per second. He’s filled with so many different emotions, some worse than others, but all he can do at that moment is kiss you. He can barely do that because he’s smiling so hard but he manages anyway.

He’s going to be a dad.

Steve and Sam watch from afar, on the other side of the glass window looking into the room you and Bucky were both in.

“What about the serum?” Sam asks, almost reading Steve’s mind.

Steve sighs a heavy sigh, pursing his lips almost sympathetically, “Just let them have their moment. We’ll talk about it later.”

-

When Banner had given you the okay to leave, you went straight to your shared bedroom with Bucky to have a bath. A much needed one at that.

Bucky left you to it, knowing how much you loved your baths. While he waited, he cleaned up the room a bit, simultaneously clearing his mind with all his thoughts.

The emotions that ran through him in the past hour were: happiness, fear, guilt and worry. The only one he showed was the first. The other three were deep down in the pit of his stomach.

Though this was all he could ever dream of, he couldn’t help but fear of the reality of it all- at least his reality of it. Was he going to be a good father? What if he hurt the child? What happens when the child grows up to learn about all the things he’s done? What if the child is scared of him?

Bucky wouldn’t blame them. Even he was scared of himself. How you weren’t was a complete mystery to him. And you- what if you don’t think he’s a good father?

All this thinking clouded his mind and seemingly blocked his ears, as Steve’s hand on his shoulder gave him a small fright.

“Buck.” Bucky now realises he’s sat on the bed, staring aimlessly out the window of the bedroom. He looks up at Steve, who offers a sympathetic smile, “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah.” Bucky stands and follows Steve out of the bedroom.

He takes him down to Tony’s lab where Banner and Tony stand together. Confused, Bucky looks to Steve in hopes of an explanation.

Steve begins, knowing how exactly to talk and explain the predicament in a considerate manner- something Tony is most likely incapable of doing.

“When you were injected with the serum, it obviously affected a lot of things in your body… including your male reproductive cells.” As Steve pauses, Bucky’s face kind of drops at the steady realisation. How he didn’t even think of the fact that the serum had an impact on pregnancy was beyond him. He guessed he was just too happy to think about it. “Buck, it’s unclear the dangers this may present to Y/N during her pregnancy. There’s never really been a super soldier baby before. Y/N is probably the first person to ever give birth to one.”

“Dangers?”

“The baby could be bigger than normal, just like how you and me are different to normal humans, the baby would be stronger than the average infant.” Steve explains, “It could grow faster. In terms of Y/N, the contractions may be worse, the pushing may be worse, the amount of energy Y/N has to put in to delivering- and possibly simply carrying- that baby is going to be a lot.”

Bucky’s mind almost spiralled at all of the circumstances Steve had listed. Though nearly ever factor began with ‘could’ or ‘may’, the sheer possibility of it all was enough to make Bucky concerned.

There’s a silence as Bucky visibly thinks to himself. Brows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest. “So what, we can’t have the baby?”

Steve sighs, before nodding his head, “It would be the safest option… at least until we get more information.”

Bucky just shakes his head. As if his mind wasn’t already dealing with enough, now this. Despite the part of him that doubted his ability to raise a child, the idea that it’s now taken away from him pains him. And you, how you’re gonna handle the news that you can no longer have the baby that you’re so excited for. God, you were so excited. “What if… we could just make sure she’s comfortable. Keep her in medical when it gets too difficult on her own.” The hesitant faces of Banner and Steve causes Bucky to slowly lose hope, “There has to be a way, you guys are the experts.”

“Yeah, we are the experts. So when the time comes and that baby kills your girlfriend, don’t say we didn’t tell you so.” Tony retorts.

Steve gives him a stern look and mutters a small ‘Tony’ under his breath. Things with Bucky and Tony were still rough, but perhaps it was a good thing for Tony to give Bucky the harsh truth.

Bucky’s heart drops to the pit of his stomach, “Kill?”

“It could kill her.” Tony confirms, surrendering his harsh tone to a more professional one, “The sheer complication of birthing a super soldier baby could kill her in the process of the childbirth. She could die from high blood pressure, blood loss.”

“But, Buck, for all we know, the pregnancy could be like any other pregnancy- maybe we just have to induce early labour or perform a C-section. Nobody really knows.” Steve adds. At least that gives Bucky a slither of hope.

“There’s nothing you can do?” Bucky asks, not even hiding the plea in his voice as he looks between all three, Steve, Tony and Banner.

“We could do some blood tests and scans…” Banner suggests, “But it’d need to happen fast, and they’d have to be done regularly. This can only be done if Y/N is okay with it.”

Even at the tiniest, smallest possibility that you could successfully have the baby, Bucky is hopeful. “Okay.” He nods, “Please, yes, anything you want. I’ll talk to her.”

“But, I can’t make any promises.”

-

Your bedroom door opening shifted your attention away from the tv screen that currently played Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

You smiled brightly up at the father of your child and shifted in the bed to make room for him as he joined you, “Where’d you go?” You ask, having gotten out of the bath to an empty bedroom and figured he just went down to the common area or something.

“Just had a talk with Steve.” He grasped your hand and pressed small kisses to it. “Miss me?”

“Of course.” He laid to rest against his pillow and your curled up beside him.

He felt a little tense. It wasn’t an uncommon observation. The old guy had a lot on his mind at all times, especially in the night.

And you weren’t surprised it was happening again tonight. You were actually quite shocked he was as ‘calm’ as he was.

You never really interrupted his thoughts when he went through them. Just gave him soothing rubs on chest while he zoned out in thought. He would talk when he was ready.

So, while you waited, you watched the movie. It’s as your favourite of the series probably… or maybe prisoner of azkaban… or half blood prince. They weren’t exactly the happier films of the series, but that’s probably what made them so good. That, and the seriously attractive cast-

“Are you scared?” You’re broken out of your own thoughts by Bucky. You looked up at him and came to your senses at the feeling of him softly caressing your stomach.

“A little,” You admitted. Maybe it hadn’t hit you yet, but you weren’t as nervous as you would’ve thought you would be. You accepted the whole thing pretty quickly, and you were yet to have any doubts… yet, “But I know we’re gonna be the best parents ever.” You reassured him, and he smiled down at you, “And I had an epiphany.”

“Enlighten me.”

“This morning, when you said my heart sounded weird.” You started, playing with the fabric of his shirt, “Maybe because there were two.” You bit your lip to contain your smile, but failed as it spread from ear to ear.

Bucky’s heart fluttered at the thought. It was probably true. He wasn’t lying this morning when he had said it, your heart genuinely sounded strange… and now that he thinks about it, it did sound like an another… like your heart was echoing faintly.

He could listen to your heart beat forever and a day. The day he no longer would… at the expense of the baby, Bucky was unsure he would ever forgive himself.

“What’s wrong?” His train of thought must have been evident on his face due to her question and furrowed brows.

He hesitated before he spoke, going over the right words, “Did you ever think about the fact that the baby… the serum…” It was no use however, as he ended up kind of just spewing out key words. You furrowed your brows even deeper, opting for him to elaborate, “I mean, how me being a super soldier could also make the baby one as well.”

Understanding now, you offer a reassuring smile, “Is that such a bad thing?”

You weren’t getting it, Bucky thought. You thought this was an insecurity thing, that he was worried about the child growing up as a super human among all the other ‘normal’ kids. Well- he was worried about that too. But not as much as the other thing.

He shook his head, “Tony and Banner said that…” He looked to the fingers that you hand entwined your own fingers with in an attempt to sooth him, “They said that the birth might be difficult for you.” He explained, “The baby will be bigger than normal and obviously stronger. It’ll grow faster and when you’re in labour, it’s gonna.. it’s gonna be a lot.”

“If it grows faster then that just means it’s gonna be here sooner.” You tell him reassuringly, offering a smile and a small laugh. But Bucky wasn’t laughing.

“Y/N…” He shook his head once more, and your smiled faded, “I just- I can’t bare to see you go through that.”

At his words, your heart crept up in your throat. You didn’t even notice how your hand had retreated from his own and how you were now sitting up- seemingly to get further away from him as you asked the question, “Do you not want me to have the baby?”

“I never said that-“

“Well then tell me what you want to tell me because I don’t know what you’re trying to get at-“

Bucky now sat up, grabbing at your frantic hands in order to ground you, “The baby could kill you.” You paused in your sentence- and seemingly your breathing as well, “Tony said it’ll be too much for you to handle and you could die.” You could only really blink at him dumbly. How could you have not thought about this? How had you gonna your whole relationship, fantasising about a big, happy family, at night, without even a fleeting thought of it? He moved his hand up to your face now, to move a loose strand from your face, “I can’t lose you.”

Tears brimmed your eyes now and didn’t wait for permission to fall. Just the false hope- the excitement, the attachment. In the short span of only a few hours, you had grown so attached to what would probably only be a tiny embryo at this point.

“Banner said he could run some tests, but he can’t guarantee that it’ll all work out.” Bucky wiped at the tears that had fallen, growing teary eyed himself. He couldn’t even bare to see you cry.

You didn’t speak straight away. It seemed as if your heart had now risen to the back of your throat completely- restricting your ability to speak. Not only could you not speak, you didn’t quite know what to say.

Bucky was content in your silence, allowing you time to process it all.

At this point in time, it was completely your decision. It was your life on the line. Bucky had no say in what happened. Yes, it was his child as well, but you were the one risking your life.

You nodded and straightened up, swallowing the lump in your throat, “I trust Banner.”

Bucky looked over your face, wiping the last tear that had fallen, “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t.” You assured him, kissing the palm of the hand that had just wiped the tear from your cheek, “The second it gets too dangerous, we’ll stop and reconsider. Okay?”

That was your plan.

If something were to seem wrong, if you were in unusual pain, excessively bleeding, even if a hair was out of place- you would stop everything and reconsider your options.

As much as you wanted this baby, you didn’t want to die. And you didn’t want to lose Bucky either.

-

That night, you had both slept on the decision. Bucky had asked you again in the morning and you assured him that you hadn’t changed your mind.

After breakfast, with a side of inquisitive eyes, you and Bucky had privately met with Steve, Tony and Bruce to tell them your decision.

Tony seemed over the moon. Giddy at the idea of, “First ever avenger baby.” You see, Tony liked you a lot more than he liked Bucky, which explained his different reactions, “It’s gonna come out and start sparring with the doctor.”

Steve seemed happy for you as well, but mostly for his best friend.

“Are you gonna tell everyone?”

“Can’t exactly keep it a secret…” You shrugged.

But Bucky drew his brows together and turned to you, “But if it goes wrong…”

“At least we’ll have the support of all our friends.”

“That’s the spirit!” Tony chipped, “Okay, let’s plan this announcement because I’m dying for a reason to throw a party.”

-

Tony promised that the announcement wouldn’t be anything big.

It didn’t need to be. And Bucky especially didn’t want to make a big spectacle about it because he didn’t want to get his, yours or anyone else’s hopes up too high.

But of course, a party thrown by Tony wouldn’t be a party thrown by Tony if it wasn’t big.

He at least abided by your one request to not invite too many people and just the circle of Avengers that were your friends. However, he catered like a starved man and decorated like it was no one’s business.

He had flower arrangements everywhere, all of which donned symbolic flowers that represented fertility. Daisies, orchids, lily’s and snapdragons.

To everyone else, the party just seemed like a special dinner that Tony planned just for the sake of it. No one had a clue.

It wasn’t until after dinner that Tony tapped his spoon on his scotch glass that he got everyone’s attention.

Sitting at the head of the table, he looked pointedly at you and Bucky, whom he had strategically placed in the middle of the long table.

“I believe, congratulations are in order.” He smirked at the two of you.

All attention was on you now, confused faces, some already half shocked despite not even having said the news yet, their minds probably running with assumptions.

You looked to Bucky nervously, who slipped his hand in yours underneath the table. That at least gave you the courage you needed to finally announce, “I’m pregnant.”

Natasha and Wanda’s loud gasps overpowered the rest of the tables tiny ones. You looked over at your two best friends and watched as they smiled from ear to ear.

Everyone began congratulating you and Bucky all at once, much of the men egging Bucky on, while the women fawned over the news.

From then, people were spewing questions left, right and centre, all of which you could hardly answer. Banner was yet to start his tests on you, as he lacked the machinery needed, but he promised you it wouldn’t be long.

During your conversations with your friends, you would steal casual glances over at Bucky, who, you began to notice become increasingly… off.

He would stare off into space, furrow his brows, just had that look on his face that you knew meant he was thinking about something. By the end of it, he also looked tired.

When you saw that he was no longer in conversation with the others and was kind of just sitting by himself at the table, you excused yourself from the conversation you weren’t entirely in either.

You sat on Bucky’s lap without warning, but he was quick to wrap his arm around you to secure you in place.

He smiled softly at you, but you could still see the detachment in his face.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He just nods, but you don’t miss the small sigh.

You okay with the ends of his hair as your arms rest on his shoulders, you then look over his face and bring your thumb up to smooth the worry wrinkle creasing in his forehead.

He closes his eyes for a second as you do so, relaxing under your touch, “Wanna get outta here?”

With that, you had announced your departure. No one dared to complain, despite it still being quite early (well, it was like 11pm, but considering it was one of Tony’s parties, that was considered early). Bidding your goodbyes, and giving many thanks to those who congratulated you, you and Bucky walked hand in hand off to bed.

It didn’t take long for him to be in bed. You, however, had to take off your makeup and take out your hair that Natasha and Wanda had done for you for the party.

Once you were all squeaky clean and ready for bed, you crawled on top of him and lay between his legs, resting your chin atop your hands on his chest.

His hands come to play with your hair, fingers carding through your strands off hair and massaging your scalp.

“Are we gonna be staying in the compound?” You abruptly ask, the thought that had been brewing in your mind as you got ready for bed.

His movements halter for a moment as he blinks in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, when- if I have the baby.” Both, yours and Bucky’s heart pang with sadness at the correction of the conjunction, “Are we just gonna live here forever?” You ask, but quickly clarify, “Not that it’s a bad thing. Just- is finding a cute, little family house with a veggie garden gonna be an option?”

Even before you were pregnant, the idea of growing old with Bucky in a cutesy little domestic house was all you could dream of. Whether it was with children or not, having a home to call your own that the both of you shared and would make a million and one memories in is something you’ve looked forward to ever since you realised Bucky was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Except… you weren’t so sure Bucky had the same plans. He thought for a moment, more so thinking over his words rather than his decision, “Maybe later.” He attempts to add a hint of hopefulness to the sentence, but he doesn’t miss the small sadness that washes over your face, “I-It’s gonna sound selfish, but I don’t think I’m ready to live outside of here yet.” He quickly explains, guilt taking over him as he realises his inconvenience, “Don’t know how I can be a dad in that case but-“

“Hey, you stop that.” You scold him, half joking but you’re also dead serious, “You’re the only person on this earth that I would want to father my children.”

Bucky smiles lightly at that, tightening his grip around your waist, “Well then I promise you…” He pulls you up closer so that you’re only inches away from each other’s faces now, “Some day, we’ll live in a cute little house with a veggie garden-“

“And a mailbox that looks like a tiny house?”

He smiles before nodding, “And a mailbox that looks like a tiny house.” You smile back and place a very loving, well-deserved kiss on his lips, “I promise.”

-

You sat atop the exam table in Banners lab, watching as he prepares his utensils for the blood tests and samples he was taking from you.

Bucky should’ve been here, but he had a debrief with Steve and the others about a mission. You don’t mind. It’s his job after all and you consider yourself in safe hands with Banner. Plus, if you remember correctly, the debriefing has something to do with the baby and finding more information on it.

Nonetheless, you still wished he was here of course. You weren’t too fond of needles, despite all your trust for Bruce.

“I’ve asked for some help from S.H.I.E.L.D. Hope you don’t mind. They kind of went crazy when I told them. Something about this being a revolutionary ‘experiment’.” You nodded, though you didn’t like the idea of being an experiment, at least Banner was going the extra mile to get the best help for you, “But at least we’ll get better help.”

“I trust you.” You shrug.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He seems genuinely honoured by the comment, “You nervous?”

“No, I don’t think it’s really hit me yet.” You sigh, “Maybe when I start showing and I can’t sleep on my back or have to waddle around everywhere.”

The blood was drawn from you and you would be lying if you said you didn’t feel a little light headed. But it quickly passed as he began doing other things that peaked your interest.

-

Just as the appointment was finishing up, Bucky had joined you in the lab, prompting Bruce to explain everything he had done and what it would tell him in terms of your health and the baby.

You weren’t sure if he understood much, but he nodded nonetheless and you’re at least 80% positive that he trusts Banner just as much as you do.

The verdict of the debrief had also been an overnight mission to a base that used to take women and experiment. It was only natural to believe that there was data and information on fertility there. Well, fingers crossed anyway.

-

That following morning as you had woken up at around 5am to bid goodbye to Bucky before his mission, you had caught glimpse of the tiny bump forming on your stomach.

It was only tiny, you really just looked bloated.

You had gasped so loud and abruptly that Bucky came running to your aid thinking something was terribly wrong. Utterly confused as he saw you smiling, and crying, looking into the mirror.

You turned around to face him and his eyes trailed down to your stomach where the tiny bump was noticeable.

He looked from you to the bump, to you then back to the bump.

That was probably the first time that both you and Bucky realised: this is actually happening. Despite the uncertainty of whether you could have it or not, the sheer idea that it was happening nonetheless was almost unbelievable for the both of you.

Giddily, you had walked together to the Quinjet to see him off for his mission.

“When will you be back?” You ask, handing him his gear as he packs it away.

“Maybe early morning tomorrow.” You pout at the answer despite knowing it was going to be an overnight mission. “Gonna miss me?”

“Of course. I have no one to cuddle with when I go to bed tonight.”

“I don’t know you seem to be pretty fond of that pillow.” He smiles and you lightly smack his chest. He lifts his head now to observe his surroundings, confirming that the coast was clear and that no one could hear them, “I was thinking, when I come back maybe we can start doing some baby things.”

In the small time it took for him to walk from the bedroom to the Quinjet, he did a lot of thinking. What’s new? He had just thought about all the things that he wanted to do in relation to the baby.

He didn’t know what it was, but he was hopeful that this mission would go well, or that Banners testing would bring back something good that would give the greenlight to her pregnancy.

It was definitely the bump that spurred this train of thought, and maybe it was false hope, but it was the best darn feeling of false hope he felt in a while and he wanted to relish in it.

“Like… nursery planning?” It’s the first that comes to mind. Anything to do with that dream house of yours.

“Absolutely. Anything you want.” He beams down at you, “Pretty sure Tony would also like to do one of those ultrascan things, those are a pretty big deal.”

“Ultrasound.” You correct him with a small smile. As Steve finally boards the jet along with everyone else, that’s when you take the cue to begin wrapping up your goodbye, “Please be careful.”

“I will.” He promises, “I love you.” He bends down to kiss you.

“I love you.” You kiss back before engulfing him in a tight hug.

As you pulled apart, he leans down to your bump and presses a small kiss there too, “And I love you.”

-

The missions location of a Hydra Base proved a little difficult for Bucky as Steve noticed him immediately tense up at the sight of it up in the Quinjet before they even landed and even more so when they entered the building.

As the four of them split off, Clint and Nat in one area and Sam, Bucky and Steve in another, Steve laid a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, “Hey, you alright?”

He took in a breath, before nodding, “Yeah.”

Steve just nodded back, despite knowing that he wasn’t all okay. But didn’t press the matter. It was more so just an indication for Bucky that Steve had his back of course.

“Can’t believe you’re gonna be a dad.” He says to break the ice that had formed previously. Steve quickly learned that talking about the baby would lighten Bucky’s mood.

Before Bucky can reply, Sam speaks up in front of both of them, “I can. They go at it like rabbits.” As Sam clears off into a room, Steve and Buck go ahead.

As they pass a wall with the Hydra emblem painted on it, Bucky’s reminded of the dangers of the pregnancy, “Well, that’s if she can even have the baby.”

Steve purses his lips and looks at Bucky sympathetically, “You don’t know it, but she’s a big deal up at S.H.I.E.L.D right now… She’s getting the best help there is.” Though you were great friends with Steve as it was, you being Bucky’s girlfriend and bringing so much light into his best friends light made him even more grateful and appreciative of your existence.

“I’m gonna go walk around.” Bucky heads into a room that he had cleared and Steve just sighs to himself before taking a room himself.

As Buck enters the room, he’s just met with a mess of old Soviet computers and scattered papers. He tries to read through a few of them to find any words relation to fertility or pregnancy but he comes up short. They’re all just useless reports.

As he stands up from the mess, he looks to a door at the other side of the room that he seemed to have missed. It’s closed but there’s a subtle red glow coming from underneath the door.

Making his way towards it, he’s quiet in his footsteps incase of any danger lurking beyond the metal door. He doesn’t remember the room on the blueprint, but it was common for rooms to be forgotten, mistaken or hidden.

His heart picks up as he nears the door. A million different things could be behind that door and the red light in the room isn’t making it any better. Light is a sign of life. A sign of life in these Hydra bases that are supposed to be empty is never a good sign unless it’s an animal or something.

His hand reaches out to pull on the door knob, but he’s startled when a hand pulls him by the shoulder.

“We got it. Come on. Sam set something off.” There’s a frantic tone to Steve’s voice as he gathers Bucky and Bucky wonders how he hadn’t heard him come after him in the first place.

-

In the early hours of the next morning, just as promised, Bucky came back without so much as a loose hair.

He, of course, seemed tired and tense but that was common for post-mission feels. He had joined you in bed after changing out of his combat gear and taking a quick shower, before sleeping in with you until around 9am.

Tony and the others made sure you were kept close company in the absence of your boyfriend that night, hosting a special movies night (that you weren’t supposed to tell anyone about because they would get upset). Plus a buffet like dinner and dessert.

Tony used your pregnancy as an excuse for such a big meal because of your ‘cravings’. To be totally honest, you didn’t have any, but Tony’s sly wink told you to shut up and just roll with it.

At the end of the night as you helped him pack away the mess, you asked him about the ultrasound Bucky had told you about before he’d left.

Tony said something about he and Bruce renting out a bunch of machinery to have at the compound readily available for you. Ultrasounds, monitors, the whole freaking birthing table for when the time comes.

So, that led you to now. You were on a reclined exam bed, with freezing cold jelly all over your stomach and nurse Palmer moving the wand around.

All eyes were practically glued to the screen waiting for the image to load, and once it did, the water works began.

“Oh my god.” You softly gasped, unknowingly squeezing Bucky’s hand, “Our baby.”

Faintly, you could make out the tiny bean of a baby. It was the cutest thing ever.

“You’re only about a month pregnant… but we’re looking at a two month old size fetus. Possibly two months and two weeks.” She explained, “So it’s definitely bigger.”

“So, two times bigger?” Tony reiterates. He and Banner and Steve were also present.

“Who knows if it could increase.” She shrugs, unsure.

“So what do you think we’re dealing with in terms of dates?”

“She’ll definitely give birth sooner.” She confirms, that she was sure of, “When exactly that is, I’m not sure. But if we’re going off of the current size, I’d say about 5 months.”

5 months. In just 5 months, 152 days, you were going to give birth (if you could) to the tiny little bundle of joy on the screen and you and Bucky would be the best parents ever.

God, you’re hoping and praying and just begging for this to work. It has to.

-

As Steve, Nat and Bucky looked over the evidence gathered from the mission, they had ultimately come up empty. There was stuff but not enough.

It was things like half finished documents that just stated everything they had already known: ‘Pregnancy caused by the sperm of a carrier of the serum could be extremely difficult for the mother’.

It just wasn’t enough.

Steve decided to regroup and go back to the base, seeing as their time had been cut short last time due to Sam setting something off.

There was definitely something in that base, they were all sure of it. Whether or not it would help them was a different story.

-

“Alright, so everything’s looking relatively good.” Bruce informs you, “You’re taking all your vitamins, getting lots of rest, eating everything you should.” He listed and you nodded along.

Your blood test had come back with nothing out of the ordinary. All your vitals were fine, placenta was working exactly as it should. It was almost easy to forget all of the complications that you had been warned about.

The only downside so far was that you were extremely emotional, and extremely sensitive to some smells.

You had thrown up the odd couple of times in the past few days because of food you could smell all the way down stairs. Natasha’s boiled eggs, Steve’s oats, Tony’s french toast.

But this was all normal.

You continued to be regularly scanned and monitored, every few days, someone from SHIELD who you didn’t know would come and ask questions. Everyday you had to fill out this document that outlined your symptoms, emotions, feelings, cravings.

It’s all going steady now, but you know everyone is just waiting for the day that there’s even the slightest anomaly.

But you would worry about that when the time came.

For now, you were about to enjoy the three course lunch Happy and Tony had cooked for you. They had convinced you to let them host this cooking show for you, claiming ‘you and that baby need all the nutrition you can get’. To which you had to remind them you were eating for you, not for two.

Sure, you needed extra nutrients, but not… extra food. But, irregardless, you were beyond grateful for them. Happy was a great cook, and Tony made you laugh. Win win.

-

“You’re getting so big.” Bucky marvelled at your bare stomach as you lay in bed.

You snort, “Ghee, way to make a woman feel good.” It was only a joke, you knew you were getting bigger. What, with the food Tony and Happy had basically force fed you and the double growing baby, you had now looked about 4/5 months along.

You had missed Bucky lately. It had seemed that you fell pregnant at the worst possible time, as Bucky had been on countless missions in the past few days. Of course, as mentioned, you were always accompanied and especially with the baby growing inside you, you were never really alone.

But you missed your Bucky. You missed his warmth, his big beefy body, his arm, his hair, his thighs. His other thing. God, you can’t even remember the last time you’d had sex.

Half the time you were sleeping, and the other half you were being tested on- simultaneously Bucky was away on missions or debriefs. It was hard.

You pulled him in for a loving kiss that you’d almost forgotten the feeling of. Your heart unfamiliarly fluttered, as if it was the first time you’d ever kissed him. You think he felt it too.

“Missed you.” He muttered, trailing kisses down your neck.

Your hand came up to run through his hair at the feeling of his lips at your deprived skin.

You only hummed in agreement, unable to form the right words as your body swam in contempt.

He cautiously brought a hand up to palm at your tit. The plump flesh that had also grown over the course of your pregnancy. You softly groaned as he massaged it, pulling down your top so that he had full access to it.

He practically drooled at the sight of the engorged breast and brought his mouth to suck on the nipple. Softly biting, he circled his tongue around the bud, making your toes curl under the blanket.

“Buck, please.” You tugged softly on his hair

You needed more. It had been so long and you were desperate.

He just smiles teasingly before trailing his kisses down your stomach.

Once he had gotten to your sweatpants, he swiftly pulled them off your legs, leaving you in your bare underwear.

Those soon joined your pants in the corner of your room and he gaped at the glistening cunt that he’d missed so dearly.

He placed a soft kiss to your calf as he brought it to rest on his shoulder. Tugging down his own pants, he sprung himself free and gave himself a few tugs.

You got on your elbows in order to peer down at him, having almost forgotten what he looks like down there.

You swallowed at him and stared up at him doe-eyed like you knew he loved.

He groaned before slapping it against your entrance a few times and rubbing it between your folds, making you throw your head back and plea.

That was all it took for him to fully push himself inside you.

You both gasped once he had bottomed out and he stayed like that for a few moments to allow you to adjust to the size.

Your small nod and ‘please’ prompted him to begin his thrust.

He pulled back out slowly before pushing back all the way in and you moaned as he poked at the soft spot he always managed to reach.

He steadily picked up his pace and created a steady rhythm. Using your moans as an indication of how close you were and how much more he needed to go. He brought one hand down to rub at your swollen, aching clit and that just about sent you over the edge.

You arched your back off the bed and allowed for your orgasm to wash over you.

He slightly overstimulates you as he keeps going until he mutters a small ‘Fuck!’ and his hips stutter.

You feel him coat your walls and you sigh at the familiar feeling. The one that got you pregnant in the first place. Yeah, that one.

-

Bucky’s nerves weren’t running as wild as they had been the first time they had come here. Now, he was more so determined.

Time was running out to find information and you weren’t gonna go through with this without something. Anything!

As they re entered the base, it was evident that it had been cleared. Whatever Sam set off last time must’ve caused them to do a sweep as there was rubble, broken ceilings, shut down computers.

“Stay alert.” Steve warns.

They go in groups again, this time Nat and Sam, Steve and Bucky. Exploring different rooms and downloading anything and everything they can find.

As Bucky and Steve enter the same hall as last time, Bucky can’t help but notice how this area of rooms seemed basically untouched. It looked exactly how Bucky had left it, in a stark contrast to how the other rooms had looked.

Scanning his surroundings further, Bucky notices a stray document at the door to the room he last frequented when he was here.

Picking it up, he recognised a few words. His face scrunches up and his grip on the paper tightens as the realisation dawns on him.

“This is too easy.” He mutters.

“What do you mean?” Steve is caught off guard as Bucky throws the paper and charges towards a small door inside the room, “Buck!”

Sirens start blasting out of nowhere and the lights start flashing. Steve covers his ears as the noise rings out extremely loud, literally dropping to the floor in the process.

It’s then that Steve sees the discarded piece of paper on the floor.

‘беременность, сперма, половой акт, сыворотка’

‘pregnancy, sperm, intercourse, serum’

Steve quickly remembers the situation they are in when Natasha speaks through the coms.

‘Get back to the jet!’

Despite the deafening sound of the alarms, Steve knows he’s gonna be much better off deaf than dead.

He finds Bucky standing in the small room that the door led him to. Steve couldn’t exactly see what was in it, but he didn’t care. He needed to get Bucky and get out of there.

“Let’s go!” He yells for Bucky, but halts when he doesn’t budge, “Bucky!” As he grabs his shoulder, Bucky turns with a bundle of pictures in his hands.

The one on top a picture of you, in the compound, in bed. From yesterday night. Bump and all.

“They’ve been watching her.” Bucky states, swallowing the lump in his throat. The thick stack of photographs in his hands felt heavy.

Shoving the photos in his backpack, he grabs his gun and shoots every piece of photo developing equipment that littered the room. Every computer, every piece of stray paper.

It was only when he ran out of bullets that he stopped.

As he and Steve quickly boarded the Quinjet, without a second glance back at the base, Sam had immediately lifted off into air.

“Is anyone hurt?” Steve disregards Bucky for a second to resume his Captain role. When no one speaks up and all seem perfectly fine (except, of course, puffed out from running) he turns back to Bucky who’s staring down at the photos.

Before Steve can speak, Bucky lowly speaks, “We gotta go somewhere else… away from the compound.”

Steve furrows his brows, “You’re safest in the compound.”

“Obviously not if they were able to get that close to her.” He snaps a little. Making Natasha and Sam turn their attention to the two of them briefly.

“Wherever you go, they’ll find you. You’re better off surrounded by us then alone.”

“Wakanda.”

-

Just about getting ready for bed, you yawn for about the 5th time this hour. You had a long day today.

Bucky had left sometime in the middle of the day, but straight after you said goodbye to him, you were back in Banners lab with all kinds of things poking at you. Then Tony insisted you come for a walk with him when he saw you lounging on the couch. Despite your slight annoyance, just wanting to have a moments rest… you know, being pregnant at all. But you knew some fresh air and exercise would be good since it had been quite a while since you’d had either.

And he at least treated you to lunch afterwards. Which, of course, left you bursting at the seams.

You’d hope to be able to get in a nap after lunch, but Wanda had found you and asked if you wanted to watch a movie together. You couldn’t say no to that. Or to her. As tired as you were, you loved Wanda, she was your best friend and it had honestly been a hot minute since you properly hung out with her.

Surprisingly, you didn’t fall asleep during the movie because she talked your ear off the whole way through. Just catching up about everything and anything that came to mind. You didn’t exactly mind, it was refreshing to finally talk about something other than your pregnancy.

After the movie, it was well into the afternoon. You were so confident that you would be able to nap now. But if it wasn’t one thing, it was another.

Team fucking meeting.

You don’t even know why you were required to go because you were literally incapable of doing literally anything except for eating, sleeping and waddling around the compound. Plus! Steve, Bucky, Nat and Sam weren’t even here!

You missed your Bucky.

And by the time the meeting was over, it was dinner time. By the time dinner was over, it was movie night. You could’ve easily just not gone to movie night, however- and you will admit, this is totally your own fault, they were watching Dumb and Dumber.

By the time the movie had finished it was around 9pm and finally, you could go to bed. No one had stopped you and the moment you shut your door, you fell back against the bed.

You didn’t want to move from that position, but you knew you had to eventually. Plus, you needed a shower, but just the thought of even moving a limb made you want to cry.

Nonetheless, you got through it. Often times, when you showered, Bucky was there with you because apparently ‘You’re pregnant and need my help’. So showering for the first time without him made you all emotional.

As you finally set your blow dryer down, satisfied with the dampness off your hair, you brush it out once more before exiting the bathroom.

Making it towards your bed, you pause upon hearing small commotion outside. You can’t exactly make out what’s happening but before you have time to panic, Bucky’s bursting through your door.

“Y/N?” Relief visibly washes over his face when he sees you. He connects to you like a magnet, pressing urgent kisses to your face and his hand frantically reaching for your stomach.

“Are you okay?” You ask worriedly with his flushed face between your cool hands.

About a million emotions go through his face before the panic sets in again, “We have to go.” Is all he says as he heads for the closet.

“Bucky, just think about this.” Steve storms into the room.

“Already did.” Bucky drops two duffel bags on the bed and now, you’re throughly confused.

What the fuck happened at that mission. As Bucky retreats back into the closet, you turn to Steve for answers.

He sighs before lowering his voice a little, smoothing out his tone as well, “Hydra knows you’re pregnant.”

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach, probably hitting the baby’s head on the way, “What?” You whisper in disbelief.

Steve opens his mouth to speak again but is interrupted by Bucky, “We can’t stay here. We’re going to Wakanda.”

“Wakanda?” You furrow your brows even more, “For how long?”

“Until it’s safe to come back.” He says without a second glance as he continues to shovel clothes into each bag, “Where’s your hospital bag?”

When you don’t answer him. Too deep in thought about what the fuck is happening. He just scatters off around the room to find it himself.

Steve instantly notices your distress and rests a comforting hand on your back to steady you whilst he deals with Bucky, “Bucky.” He calls, to no avail, as Bucky continues frantically searching for the hospital bag you both had packed. Though you were expected to give birth in the lab at the tower, you both thought it was just part of the experience to pack one anyway, “Buck, stop. Can we please talk about this?”

“What’s there to talk about?” Bucky snaps, “They know she’s pregnant, they have hundreds of photos of her-“

Your mouth feels dry. Photos?

“They could never get to her inside the compound.”

“This is all they’ve wanted. To naturally create an army of super soldiers to take over the world.” He breathes heavily, “They’ll take both of them and then they’ll…” He doesn’t continue his sentence- not even daring to think about what they would do to you if they got their evil hands on you.

Noticing his distress, you step past Steve and engulf Bucky in a very much needed hug. It’s a little uncomfortable, with your bump and all, but you don’t care. You knew he needed your touch to ground him back to earth for just a moment. To know that you were there with him. That you were okay.

-

After calming Bucky down, you eased him into sleep so that he could at least sleep on it. You promised him that whatever he decided on in the morning, you would do, no questions asked.

He must’ve been so tired from that mission, or just not sleeping over the past couple of days in general, because he was knocked out once he had shut his eyes. So much so, you had managed to slip out of his embrace without waking him and go get some much needed air.

Sitting on the edge of the balcony, letting your feet hang and the cold air wash over you.

After seeing the pictures he was talking about, you didn’t feel too good. Your heart beat abnormally fast. Like that feeling you get when you’re worried about something, but you don’t know what. Except, you did know what you were worrying about and there was just so much you were worried about that you were forgetting all of them.

Light feet sounded behind you and you were surprised to see Steve when you had expected Bucky.

You smiled softly at the blonde as he joined you in dangling your legs over the edge.

“He’s sleeping.” You informed him, seeing as he left you and Bucky to talk between each other about the decision to move. “I’m scared, Steve.” You rest your head on his shoulder out of exhaustion.

“You have every right to be.” He put an arm around you, warming you up in the process, “Normal pregnancy’s are scary enough.” He had a point. And this was far from a normal pregnancy.

It’s silent for a moment. The only thing that can be heard is Tony on the phone in the distance. After what had happened, Steve talked to him and asked him to get into contact with Shuri. That way, they could at least get a heads up at your possible arrival.

“Sometimes…” You begin, breaking the silence, but pause as you think over your words. What you’re about to say is something that had been in the back of your mind for a while now, but you never found the right person to be able to tell it to, but you knew Steve was a good candidate, “Sometimes, I think I made the wrong decision by keeping the baby.” You confess. The words feel like rusty metal in your mouth and you can’t help the guilt that grows inside of you. Whatever Steve is thinking, he hides it well, continuing to rub your shoulder and allow you to continue to talk, “But I wanted it so bad, Bucky did too. Just, the thought of a family…” Tears well in your eyes as you finally build up the courage to look at Steve, “I don’t wanna die, Steve.”

“C’mere.” Steve doesn’t even hesitate to pull you closer. You hug into him now and let the tears fall. It finally hit you. It finally hit you that the decision you made could cost you your life. Steve places a gentle kiss to your head as you sob in his arms, “It’ll be okay.”

He just lets you cry. He doesn’t say anything. He continues to massage soothing circles up and down your back, trying himself not to cry.

You were his best friend. You gave Bucky the light back into his life. You made him happy. Some moments, when you and Bucky were together, Steve would see hints of his 1940 Brooklyn best friend show through.

You were probably the best thing to happen to Bucky. Plus, the baby? Your willingness to carry the baby despite all of the dangers? You really loved Bucky. And Steve loved you for that.

You wipe at your eyes and clear your throat before speaking, “Do you think going to Wakanda is a good idea?”

“You’ll definitely be in good hands.” Steve nods.

You nod and purse your lips in thought, “I’ll miss you guys though.” You smile softly and look up at him, “I hope you already know that you’re gonna be the godfather.”

He smiles wholesomely and unknowingly squeezes you tighter. “Tony’s gonna be pissed.”

“Who said he can’t be the godmother?”

-

When you woke the next morning, Bucky was already awake. He had just been watching you as you slept, a million thoughts running through his head.

You smiled up at him as you rubbed your eyes, muttering a small ‘Hi’.

He just softly smiled down at you and ran his fingers through your hair.

“You still wanna go?” You ask, clearing the elephant in the room. He nods, sighing to himself and you nod back, “Okay.”

With that, you had finished packing the bags that Bucky had started on the previous night.

Tony had been given the ok by Shuri, who would be expecting you by lunch time today.

You didn’t exactly need much. Just the hospital bag and a few clothes, all your vitamins and your pregnancy pillow, of course.

Steve and Sam had helped you load all your things onto the Quinjet and would also be flying you out to Wakanda. Plus Tony.

You’d had breakfast with the whole team, an effort from everyone to say a proper goodbye.

You were very sad. These were your best friends and only family. You wanted them to be there for the birth and to meet your baby. They would eventually, but you were just getting homesick already and you hadn’t even left.

Before nodding the Quinjet, you had hugged and said goodbye to everyone. You had began crying before you even hugged anyone, and it only got worse as you got through each person.

Tony basically had to pull you onto the jet as you stalled thanking everyone for taking care of you and for the breakfast.

When the door to the jet had finally shut, Bucky had grabbed your hand and guided you to one of the seats. You just put on a teary-eyed smile for him and remembered this was probably for the best.

-

When you had landed, you were welcomed with open arms. It was definitely nerve-racking, having never been here before, but if Bucky trusted them, you knew you would too.

From there, you basically transferred from one jet to another, where you had been flown out from the city and to a nice, quiet village.

It was a real cute village. There were farm animals and children, small ponds and trees that provided vast areas of shade.

You walked through the village, Shuri and T’Challa as your guide, telling you about all the facilities available for you.

The children ogled at you from the side, all to which you offered small smiles to and they had just giggled to each other in return. They probably thought you were so fat.

Every so often, Bucky would converse with them about his past time here. He pointed out the old hut he used to stay in and you were amazed at how small it was.

You trekked up a small hill, with the help of Bucky- to which T’Challa had profusely apologised for the hill but promised ‘We wanted you to have the best hut on the village.’

You didn’t mind. The hill wasn’t that bad and there were small steps for you to use anyway.

Once crossing over the hill, you absolutely adored what you saw.

It was a cute little hut. It looked more like a cottage in your opinion, it kinda reminded you of Hagrids house.

There was a clothesline, a well, even rocking chairs!

You loved it already and the inside was even better. It was cosy, is the best way you could describe it.

In the event of an emergency, there was a doctor not too far and also Shuri on speed dial. Groceries would be delivered weekly, but other than that, you had just about everything that you needed.

-

As you lay in the ridiculously comfortable and warm bed, cuddled up in Bucky’s chest, you couldn’t be more excited to take a million more naps in this bed throughout your stay.

“Sorry I freaked out on you.” Bucky swallows, and you can hear the guilt in his voice.

You look up at him and place a small kiss to his jaw, “You’re fine.” You assure him, “It’s just as much your baby as it is mine- well… let’s hope it’s yours.” He pulls his brows together in confusion and you quickly smile, “I’m kidding, honey.”

“Not funny.” He shifts, so that he’s holding you tighter now. Probably to convince himself he is in fact the father of your child. Which he is! Let’s make that very clear.

You hum as you continue to press kisses to his jaw, noticing the small stubble that’s grown, “This is nice.”

“I’ll get rid of it tomorrow.” He says, bringing up his hand to rub at it.

“No, it looks nice. Dad beard.”

“Soon will come the Dad bod.” He mumbled.

“Well, lucky for you, I think Dad bods are kinda hot.”

He smiles down at you and shakes his head, pinching your butt and making you squeal.

-

Bucky had taken you out to see the goats the next morning. Remembering you had told him how cute they were, especially the baby ones.

Then he took you to his old hut. It was tiny and you still couldn’t believe Bucky had stayed here. But at the same time you could. It was dark and somewhat cozy. It was quiet, but there were birds and goats so it was also peaceful in a way?

On your way through the village, one of the little girls from yesterday had ran up to you and handed you a small bouquet of daisies.

“For me?” You ask, smiling down at her and she nods eagerly, “Thank you!” You take them from her and she hugs at your legs, too short to reach any higher.

In the blink of an eye, about 6 kids are running at you with flowers in their hands.

They all shout at Bucky and he picks a few of them up. They tangle their hands in his hair, saying something about it being shorter.

“What? I kept it long for you guys!”

You had learned that they kept Bucky company while he was here, braiding his hair, showing him around the place, playing hide and seek with him.

He asked them to show you around the place as they once did for him and they all tugged on your hand to bring you to their favourite tree.

Bucky didn’t follow after. He stayed back and caught up with a few friends he’d met during his stay here.

And that’s how most of your days went.

Every so often, Shuri would come over with a few of her medical team and ask you how you were feeling.

But other than that, it was basically just walking around the village, napping (of course), Bucky cooking for you because of the amount of groceries at your door each week or venturing out with the kids.

The last part growing to be your favourite.

They were just the most lovely group of kids. So full of life and so well-mannered.

They had taken you to different lakes that you would dip your feet in and trees that you cautiously watched them climb. They’d often show up at your door calling for you to come and play.

Sometimes, when they were all tired out of energy, they would just sit around you under a tree while they cooled down and ask you all kinds of questions about your baby while the girls would braid your hair.

“Are you going to stay here forever?” Akina, the very first girl that had gifted you flowers asks. The other girls around you all encouraging the question.

“I wish!” You dramatically cry, “Once I have the baby, I have to go home.”

“I want you to stay forever.” She pouts.

“I want to stay forever!” You hand Tau, the most energetic boy in the group, an apple as he passes by tiredly. He smiles at you, taking a bit before setting it down on the tree stump and running off to continue his game of football with the other boys. “I’ll be sure to visit. Every year.”

“I’ll plant more daisies for you so that there’s lots when you come back.” Akina promises and you smile widely.

“I would love that.”

In the distance, you squint at a big, burly figure heading towards you, who you recognise as none other than Bucky.

“Bucky’s coming.” You gather around the kids in a whisper, “Okay, all together, run at Bucky and tackle him. Go!”

All of them- even the girls who completely abandoned the half finished braid in your hair, run at full speed towards Bucky, giggling their heads off.

Bucky opens his arms wide, thinking they’re all going in for a hug, but widens his eyes when he realises the speed they’re running at, “Hey-“ They all go for different parts of his body before tackling him into the grass.

You laugh a little to yourself before concluding that he’ll need your rescuing. As you stand, you watch as he manages to get up, each child still stuck to each limb and he just flares at you playfully.

-

You rest your back on Bucky’s front as you both watch the small iPad screen in front of you. The hut didn’t have a T.V. but Bucky was prepared and brought his iPad from the compound so that you could both have some form of entertainment other than the kids and the animals.

Plus, you gotta make up for all the movie nights you’ll miss.

You’re both currently watching an episode of The Office. It was a stupid little show, but it made Bucky laugh. And you’d be lying if you didn’t smile at Michael or Kevin every so often.

A jolt in your stomach causes you to jump softly and bring your hand to your stomach.

“What? Are you okay?” Bucky sits up a little and you smile up at him as you feel it again.

You grab his hand and bring it to where the jolt continues. He’s confused at first, still a little concerned, but smiles softly once you say it out loud.

“A kick.”

He feels it again and smiles even harder, looking down at you know and you notice the tears that have quickly welled in his eyes, “Awe, don’t cry. You’ll make me cry.”

You rub away the stray tear that fell and he kisses your hand.

What you didn’t tell him though, what you knew would send him into a frenzy was that it was a hard bloody kick… almost painful. You’re sure they weren’t meant to be, but you hoped you did well at concealing the pain. It did concern you, sure.

But it had to be normal, right? This was a super baby after all.

Right?

-

Waking up from your nap, you heard a bunch of giggles outside your window. You couldn’t even be mad that your sleep was interrupted because their laughter was just so cute and infectious.

As you step outside, you turn to follow the giggles and see Bucky sitting on the ground as two girls, Abeba and Zuri braid his hair in two french braids.

“Wow, don’t you look pretty?” You smile teasingly at the man before you. His little notebook sits in his lap and you catch the small drawings he’s made of them, plus the silly little doodles on the side that’s probably the cause of their fits of laughter.

“Come on! Time for lunch!” A small bell rings and the familiar voice of their mother rings all the way up the hill. They quickly tie off Bucky’s braid before fleeing down the hill.

As they scatter off down the small hill, you take a seat in Bucky’s lap to get a closer look at his new do.

“I like it.”

He just smiles sarcastically and places a kiss upon your lips before patting your ass a little, prompting you to stand, “Come on, let’s eat.”

You nod and take his hand in your own, wincing a little at a sharp pain that shoots down your back and you unknowingly squeeze his hand.

You think you’ve played it off, but the way Bucky’s stopped and looking at you tells you otherwise, “What?”

“It’s nothing. Just another kick. They’ve been at it all morning.” You quickly lie. Well, it could’ve been a kick… a bloody hard one at that- worse than the ones last night, but, this didn’t feel like it.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but doesn’t even wait for a response, “Maybe we should skip lunch-“

“No, I’m starving.” You quickly cut him off, skipping lunch was off the table, “Don’t worry, I felt it last night too and I was fine.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” At this point, Bucky knew it was more than just a kick.

“Because I was fine.” You assure him, smiling despite the still small pain that’s rippling throughout your mid section, “I’m okay.”

He didn’t believe you, but he knew better than to deny you.

-

All day, Bucky had been extra cautious around you. As if he wasn’t enough already.

He treated you like you were fine China and as much as you loved him, sometimes you just wanted to sit down without him having to build a whole entire scaffold unit around you. Because that’s what it felt like he was doing.

He kept his hand on your stomach every chance he got, to feel for himself now because at this point he knew you weren’t 100% telling the truth.

But you were fine now! Sure, in the morning it was uncomfortable and a little painful, but now you felt fine!

You tried to convince him so, but he just eyed you like he didn’t believe you. Even though he said he did.

You just wanted to show him that you were fine. And what better way than sex. It was the only thing that would convince him and also get his mind off it all.

Kissing him hungrily, you grab his hand that had been rubbing at your stomach nearly all day.

“You’re gonna give me rub burn.” You mutter into the kiss.

“It’s just so nice to touch. So warm, so round.”

“You better enjoy it while it lasts. Can’t do it for like three months after.” He groans to himself, almost whining at the thought before getting to work.

Bullet = dodged.

-

The next morning, the pain had returned. It must just be a morning thing, you had concluded. It was quite bad, but you managed to hide it while Bucky took a shower, because that was when the brunt of it hit.

It got to the point where you had to grip the table. It was bad. But, you guessed this was just the serum aspect of the pregnancy.

You still had approximately a week left until you would give birth. Not long at all. It was all planned out though, so that gave you closure. You had a room all set up, you had met all the doctors, the midwife. The process.

You also found that the cramps you were getting, were much worse sitting down and that movement helped to ease it off a little.

Getting up was the worst part though because if a cramp hit whilst in the middle of getting up, you would probably be on the floor.

You waited until another one passed before standing up, not too quick but just quick enough before another one was able to hit. All clear.

Deciding to not look suspicious just standing up in the middle of the room, you picked up the laundry basket and headed for the door.

You hummed to yourself and in the process, didn’t even hear Bucky exit the bathroom from his shower.

“What’re you doing?”

“Just gonna hang the washing.” You said simply, balancing the basket on one hip as you blindly slipped your outside shoes on. You could hardly see what you were doing below your bump because your stomach was so big.

Bucky immediately approached you and took the basket from you, “Let me do it.”

You whined as he left you to go hang the washing, but followed him nonetheless, “Why won’t you let me do anything?” You rubbed your stomach, trailing behind him.

“You’re too fragile.” He said. You just rolled your eyes and looked at him sadly, hoping that it would make him change his mind. It’s not that you wanted to do the laundry, the physicality of it would obviously be a bitch, but you just missed home and hanging the laundry was one thing that would at least make you feel normal again, and also cramps, “You can hand me the pegs.” He offers and you don’t argue with that, “But sit down while you do it.”

You roll your eyes as you follow him out of the house and over to the clothes line where the basket of pegs sit. He picks it up for you and hands it to you, eyeing the chair, a silent plea for you to sit.

You notice how you hadn’t gotten a cramp since you’d stood and that maybe it had finally passed as per usual. It usually did after a few hours so maybe you got lucky.

Plus, the rocking chair had movement so even if you did get cramps, they wouldn’t be as bad.

As you go to sit, you kind of just crash down into the seat to get it over with. “Ah-“ You gasp, your hand instinctively flying to your stomach as you adjust to the uncomfortable position of the chair. It’s a long one and you grimace as you try and steady your breath. You look up at Bucky, who’s head almost flung off with how hard he whipped it around, “I’m fine!” You manage to breath out.

His eyes are wide and for a second you’re scared. You’ve been caught and you know what he’s thinking.

Without a word, he gets his phone out of his back pocket, “I’m getting Shuri.”

“No! Buck, I’m fine. We still have a week-“

“You could be early!”

“But I’m not, so we’re fine.” You hand him a peg now and he just purses his lips.

He doesn’t believe you. But he gives in and resumes his work. The last thing he wants is for you to be stressed right now, but his stress levels are coming in ten fold.

You feel the next wave of pain wash over you and you try so hard not to let it show, but you fail miserably. You whimper softly, gulping to try and hold it in but your shaking hands that are gripping the arms of the chair aren’t doing you any justice.

Bucky just shakes his head as you eye him warningly, coming to your side, “You’re telling me you’re not having contractions right now?”

“No, I’m not having contractions.” You tell him confidently, gripping the arms of the chair to stand, but Bucky basically hoists you up anyway, “I just need to walk around for a bit-“

Before you can even take a step, another one hits you and you almost fall to your knees if it weren’t for Bucky at your side.

You look up at him now, swallowing a nervous breath before admitting, “Maybe I’m having contractions.”

-

Bucky had called Shuri whilst you sat back in the chair. You told him you didn’t want to go back inside and that you needed a bit of air. Just as well too, because even from outside you could hear him fumbling around inside looking for everything you needed.

Within the next minute or so, Shuri had arrived in a whole ass jet thing. It was real flash looking too, way better than the quinjet. So much so, it almost distracted you from the debilitatingly painful waves that came about every 3 minutes and the fact that you were literally about to give birth to this baby.

When you had landed, a wheelchair was waiting for you at the end of the ramp and they wheeled you off into the building and towards your designated hospital room, Bucky hot on your trail.

They quickly got to work in setting you up on the bed. There was so much going on, so many people, you started to grow anxious. Like… really fucking anxious.

“She’s just about ready.” Your midwife tells Bucky after propping your legs up on the stands, “The contractions are only a few minutes apart, and she’s dilated about 7cm.”

“What? But she’s only been having contractions for like 10 minutes.”

“The Super Soldier wants out.” Shuri states, a hint of a reminder to both you and Bucky that this wasn’t the usual pregnancy. This baby was coming out and it was coming out now.

While the nurses and doctor gather their tools, your grip on Bucky’s hand tightens as you call his name desperately, “Bucky,” He looks to you worriedly, even more worried to see you about to cry, “Buck, I don’t think I can do it.” You shake your head.

Fear. Pure fear. You were so, so scared. And the nervous glances you caught between the nurses weren’t doing you any justice.

It had dawned on you too that in the search for information on whether giving birth to a super soldier baby was life-threatening, you had come up empty handed. You could very-well die in just a few minutes.

“Are you crazy? Of course you can.” Bucky kisses your forehead. but it doesn’t help like it should.

“I’m so scared.” You cry, grabbing both of his hands now, “If… if things go wrong and you can’t save me, promise me you’ll take care of them…”

“Honey, you’re in great hands. Everything’s gonna be okay-“

“Don’t wait for me, don’t think that you’re betraying me. Just give them all the love you could ever give-“

“Stop. Don’t say those things.” He begins to cry now, “I cant imagine my life without you. I don’t want to.” You can’t either. And it’s why you’re breaking down so hard right now.

“I can’t do it, Buck.” You repeat, blinking away the tears that blurred your vision, so that you could at least clearly see Bucky’s beautiful face one last time.

“You absolutely can.” He presses his forehead to yours, “It won’t be long. It’ll be over before you know it, I’ll be here the whole time, and soon we can meet our baby.” He promises and you inhale a shaky breath and nod hopefully, “Besides, you kinda have to. All our friends turned up.”

You furrowed your brows and looked to the window of the room that led to the hall. There all your friends were with bright smiles on their faces, Steve and Sam offering encouraging thumbs ups.

Bruce and Helen had also just walked through the doors of your room, in full medical gear. Not to discredit the Wakandan doctors at all! But you just felt secure now that they were here.

Once you were all plugged in, and monitored, and finally measured, Shuri gave the ok.

“Okay, it’s time to push.”

-

Bucky didn’t think he’d ever feel this way. He never thought this could happen to him. Or ever would.

A baby. His baby. A baby he shared with someone he loved.

You.

You and the baby. His girls.

The first cry of the baby when she had come out had been the best thing to ever grace Bucky’s ears. The gasp that left your lips afterwards the second.

You were alive and the baby was okay.

It was long, hard, painful 10 minutes. You had practically accepted the idea that you could die. That you would never see Bucky again. That you would never see any of your friends again. That you would never have gotten to meet your baby.

But here you were. Your baby in your arms and Bucky by your side- and all your friends around you, all ogling at the newest member of the team.

“Whats her name?” Natasha asks, stepping closer.

“We don’t know yet.” Bucky answers, his eyes never leaving his daughter.

“Tonya.” Tony suggests and everyone rolls their eyes.

Steve was the first of your friends to hold her, being the god father and all. His smiled reached his ears at the small child of his two best friends.

Seeing everyone else hold her and just marvel at how great she was made you realise how lucky you were to still be here. How lucky your baby would be surrounded by all these great people.

And for Bucky.

Though he was absolutely terrified of holding her, something inside him knew that he could never hurt her. When he did hold her, he never wanted to let her go. He barely took his eyes off her. He made a promise to himself that he was never going to let so much as a hair on her head be out of place.

-

You and Bucky lay together in your hospital bed, spooning each other as you face your baby in her cot.

She was perfect. You think she looked like Bucky but he thought she looked like you.

“She’s so beautiful.” Bucky mutters, “I don’t want to sleep because then I can’t keep her safe.”

“You’ll always keep her safe.” You bring your hand back to stroke his cheek.

Looking around the room, you gaped at the amount of flowers and gifts left for you. One particular bundle that caught your eye was a gift basket from the village. You couldn’t exactly tell what was in it, but what you could see was a few small daisies shoved in between the weaves of the basket.

You smiled thinking of Akina. You knew she was most likely the culprit of those flowers. You still kept the first bunch of daisies she ever gave you- dried up though they were, you had pressed them in a book to keep them forever.

Daisies had always been your favourite.

“I kinda like Daisy.” You speak out of nowhere, and Bucky hums, “For a name? Maybe Daisy May.” You turn to look at Bucky and he smiles.

“Daisy May Barnes.” You smile at the added last name. Daisy May Barnes. Yes, that was the one. You nod with a look that silently asks if he likes it, “Whatever you want Mrs. Barnes.”

“Don’t say that until it’s true, I don’t wanna jinx it.” You softly slap his shoulder before looking back at your baby. Marriage was a different chapter and you’d cross that bridge when it came to it.

Unless of course… Bucky had different plans.

“Well, then…” He sighs, fishing around in his pocket before pulling out a small box. You furrow your brows, unbelieving in what you think is happening. He pops open the box and there sits a ring. Staring back at you, almost mocking you. “Will you marry me?”

You dart your eyes from the ring to Bucky multiple times, unable to keep your mouth shut as you gape like a fish. You can’t find the words and even if you did, you’re sure you’ve forgotten how to speak.

But the answer was clear.

The very short, but painfully long 5 months that you had just endured carrying his baby made him realise just how much he loves you. Not that he ever doubted it before, but now, he didn’t ever want to let you go.

You swiftly turned to face him and placed a long, loving kiss on his lips. You ended up smiling halfway through, both out of happiness and thinking about how long Bucky had been carrying out the clunky box.

He’d explained how he bought it ever since he found out you were pregnant. When exactly he would propose, he had no idea but he brought it with him to Wakanda just in case.

And he was so glad he did. When he went searching for your hospital bag during your contractions, he remembered it and dug around in his luggage for it. He amply shoved it in his pocket and forgot about it ever since, until he laid in bed and felt it dig into his hip.

Bit of a plot twist in the chapter, but nothing you were complaining about as you stared at the ring. There was nothing more you could ask for.

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Just about two years later.

Daisy turns in your lap towards the hallway as her hearing picks up the arrival of her father back from the mission.

“Whos that?” You bounce her in your lap and she stands to go check it out for herself.

Wanda and Nat smile down at her as she carefully walks over to the hallway.

“Daddy!” Nearly everyone in the compound smiles at her tiny voice that echoes down the hallway.

Bucky enters the compound living room with her in his arms and you stand to give him a kiss.

“Back in one piece.” You state as you scan him for any hidden injuries.

“Miss me?”

“Of course.”

He turns his attention to Daisy now who’s poking at his cheek, “Hi, my angel.”

She looks behind him as her favourite Uncle/Godfather comes into view.

“Steve!” She yells, pointing a finger at him and he stops in his tracks and dramatically smiles at her.

Bucky hands her to him as he lifts her up and her giggles ring through the room.

As Sam follows behind Steve, he smiles and puts his hands out, gesturing for her to call his name like she just did with Steve, “Sam!” He says himself and Daisy just giggles because she knows exactly what she’s doing, “Oh, come on.”

Bucky places a kiss to her small head as the compound laughs at her cheeky antics that they’ve all experienced at least once, “That’s my girl.”

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oh my godddd this literally took forever 😭😭😭 but i’m so happy with it! i hope it’s not too confusing bc i feel like i jump to different days a lot but if u have any questions like literally just ask i’m happy to answer any and all!

Everywhere You Want to Be

Everywhere You Want to Be: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count:  1862

Rating:  E

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo​ - Wade Wilson

Warnings: Smut (MF, oral sex, vaginal sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism)

Synopsis: Every time you and Bucky try to get close, Wade is already there.  Eventually, you decide if he really wants to watch that badly, you might as well let him.

Everywhere You Want to Be

Wade Wilson was everywhere you wanted to be.  It was like he had an innate sense of when you and Bucky were about to get a little too frisky in a public area and there he would be.  He would walk in on the two of you while you were kissing in the hall.  If Bucky was cooking and you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, just as you started to nibble the shell of Bucky’s ear, Wade would appear and ask what was for dinner.  One time the two of you were making out on the couch and he came into the room and just dived on top of you both.  It was like he had a sixth sense for foreplay.

You had started to tick down the days before Wade went back out into the world and was no longer staying with the Avengers. Not that you disliked him.  He was pretty entertaining really. Especially when he started talking to people who weren’t there like you were on some kind of television program, but you really just wanted to be able to kiss your boyfriend and him not interrupt.

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yum yum

come and celebrate a 100 followers with me!!

pairing: dad!chris evans x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, rpf

summary: chris's fan spot him with his family one lovely evening.

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"is that chris fucking evans?!" a girl shouts, her hand over her mouth as she bumps her elbow to the boy standing beside her. "holy- that's him and y/n!" she starts bouncing on her spot, taking her phone out of her purse to snap a picture of the couple who stand by an ice cream cart.

"should we say hi?" she looks over to her friend, who gives her an encouraging smile, however it fades and the girl glances back at the couple, where now, three children stand laughing as chris smears their little faces with ice cream. the girl wears a shocked impression on her face, it was the first time she had actually seen chris's and y/n's children, the couple preferred to keep them out of the public eyes.

from what the two teens see, the little boy who is propped on y/n's hip completely looks like chris's mini-me, which is utterly adorable. the two girls' which stand by chris's leg, seem to have chris's eyes and nose but hair like their mother's. as the little girl collects her ice cream, she notices the two teens and send a shy wave, pulling on y/n's dress skirt and pointing at the two.

y/n smiles, holding her son's hand in her own to send a wave. "who is tha' mama?" y/s/n asks, hiding his face into his mother's neck as the teenagers wave back. he was a shy, mama's boy.

"those are daddy's fans," y/n replies, kissing her son's head and collecting his ice cream from the man behind the cart. "thank you, ice cream man!" y/s/n exclaims happily, taking the cone from his mother's hand in haste.

"good manners, bub." chris grins, a short chuckle leaving his lips as he sees his son's face messed with chocolate and sprinkles. "take your time,you don't want to get a brain freeze." chris says, using a tissue to wipe his son's mouth, he does the same to his little girls', who seem to be devouring their strawberry ice cream gleefully.

"now, what flavor do you want, sweetheart?" chris glances behind him when he does not hear your reply, he lets out a laugh with an admirable smile. y/s/n has his ice cream smushed against your lips while he tells you, "c'mon mama, eat 'cream," he whines. y/s/n grins when you take a small lick, clapping his hand as he does so.

y/s/n catches chris's eyes on him and calls his dad over. "you too dada! come eat 'creams, it's yum yum," he nods his head while licking and pushing the cone chris's direction. a loud heart thumping laugh sounding from the boy as chris took a big lick. "very yum yum," chris says. and well it was not a minute later his two daughter's were asking their father and mother to try theirs.

the sight of the family has the teens in awe.

Dada Forgot

Stucky x Little!Reader

Summary: Steve’s been overworking himself and you become a victim of his stress when he forgets you in the bath

A/n: I just created this account because I’m discovering the world of agere and found so much comfort from little!reader fics and wanted to create my own! Requests are very much appreciated or even just thoughts/ideas.

Steve had been working himself to the bone all week and not getting enough food, sleep, or cuddles from his two favourite people in the world. He’d basically been living in his office and Bucky was worried for him.

It had been another day of nonstop scanning through files for Steve when Bucky had entered the office. “Hey I’m going out to get groceries, do you think you have time to give Y/n a bath while I’m gone? She’s playing in the yard and has mud all over her.” he had asked while waiting for the blonde to finally look away from his desk. “Huh? Oh yeah sure of course” he responded, giving the brunette a weak smile. “Thanks babe.” Bucky nodded before closing the door and heading out to the store.

Steve had been so absorbed in his work that he didn’t realize half an hour had gone by since Bucky left the room and decided it was a good time to take a break. He walked into the yard to find you playing with patch of flowers, ignoring that you were sitting right over dry mud and smiled to himself before scooping you up onto his hip. “Alright messy girl time for a bath” he told you as he brought you into the bathroom. 

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Tell Me You Love Me

"I. Hate. You!" She screams at me. Her eyes are wide with tears and her cheeks red with anger. I hate her too. But I don't. I never would. Hate went out the window a long time ago. Because somewhere between the sex and the fighting, I fell in love with this girl. This wild, spit fire of a girl who could give Kie a run for her money. A girl who could fight better than me. Hustle better than me. Surf better than me. A girl who didn't need anyone. And now she was stuck with me.

She turns to leave but I catch her arm then I block the smack she sends for my cheek. Always a fight. I tackle her down to the grass, pinning her with my body and her hands above her head. She opens her mouth to scream profanities and I seize the moment to kiss her, plunging my tongue in her mouth just how she likes and I feel the moment she starts to turn into mush. I let go of her hands and she brings me closer by the collar of my shirt, kissing me like it's her air to breathe. I don't have a condom but I can't bring myself to stop.

Her shorts come off and suddenly I'm pressing into her bare, her legs wrapped around my waist. This is why I've never fucked anyone without a condom because this is dangerous. This feels too good to go without. A temptation that'll wreck your whole world. And fuck, I can't stop. I come down on top of her, our lips gliding over each other as I fuck her slow and hard. She yanks up my shirt so she can claw at my back and I slap a hand over her mouth to silence her.

It's dark and no one is around but the last thing we need is for Shoupe to catch us.

I dig my knees into the grass, knowing I've reached that sweet spot inside her when her cries get more and more high pitched behind my hand. She's trembling as I fuck her through her orgasm, speeding up as I chase my own.

"I love you." I say, thrusting harder as her eyes widen while digging her nails into my shoulders. "I know I shouldn't but I do. I love you." I grunt as I feel my balls tighten and my dick starts to swell. She slaps at my chest, angry that I said it. I said the L word.

I move my hand to her hip, gripping them both as I fuck her savagely.

"You promised." She cries, throwing her head back against the grass.

"I know. I'm sorry." I growl. I feel it. I'm about to explode. She's sucking me in so hard. I want her to say it back. Tell me you love me.

"You have to pull out. I don't want you to but you have to." Her hands fist the grass, her back arching as another climax hits her and I have to yank free. I tug myself once and I spew all over her stomach, running down the hood of her pussy. I groan, my body shuddering as I sink back onto my heels. God, what a beautiful sight. Her spread and wet, unable to catch her breath as my cum runs down her pussy lips.

"Say it back." I demand, quickly forcing two fingers inside her clenching little cunt before she can sit up. She drops back down on the grass, her legs dropping back open.

"JJ." She whimpers, trailing her hand down to rub her clit but I smack it away.

"Say it back." I demand again, slowing my movements when she starts to clench down on me.

"Please, JJ. I can't!" She whines, grinding herself against me to try and take her own release.

"Say it or I'll stop. I swear to fucking god I'll stop. Say it!" I shout but even I know she won't. My chest swells painfully and I know she'll never say those words to me. She was afraid. I pump my fingers harder, growing angrier and she cries out loudly. At this point I don't give a fuck if anyone catches us. Let them see how desperate I make her.

"I-I'm gonna— oh fuck— oh—." She trails off, eyes rolling back as I slip in a third finger and she clenches down on me so hard I can hardly move as she cums. Her hips bow off the grass and she squirts all over my hand and onto my shorts. I keep going until she screams, yanking away from me and rolling over to crawl away. I want to chase her and make her do that again but reality sets in. She doesn't love me.

I lean back on my heels, tossing her shorts at her as I take deep, angry breaths.

"You're just like everyone else. You use me and I let you." I get to my feet as she dresses herself.

"JJ, stop. Please." Tears fill her eyes as she takes a step towards me. Who was this girl? She didn't cry? What did she have to be sad over?

"Trust me, I wish I didn't love you. It would make my life a hell of a lot easier if you were just a fuck. I wish I hated you."  I turn away, heading back towards my dirt bike, ignoring her sobs as my heart broke for the last time.

𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 - 𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

warnings: smut, masturbation (f receiving), nomad steve rogers x reader, somnophilia, 18+ reader

summary: you wake up in the middle of the night and can’t fall back asleep, so you have steve help you…

a/n: do not steal my work, it’s all my own. 18+ only, minors do not interact!

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you awoke from your deep sleep with a sigh. a dream that you had forgotten right as you tried remembering it, was what had awakened you. you took a quick glance to your right, seeing the clock on your nightstand gleaming 3:38 A.M. looking to your left, you saw your boyfriend’s big figure, as he lay on his stomach. you could hear his soft breathing, in and out. seeing him so peaceful made you feel guilty.

because you weren’t feeling so peaceful. seeing steve and his shirtless figure gave you butterflies. god he was sexy. you turned to your side and ran your hand softly up and down his broad back. his skin felt warm under your touch. a mischievous smile suddenly formed on your lips as you thought of the naughtiest plan you could at 3 in the morning.

you made sure steve wasn’t looking towards you, not that it mattered, but his head was turned to the opposite side of the bed. you peeked under the covers to search for his left hand, and carefully lifted it from under the sheets to grasp it under your own. his hand felt heavy in your palm, and you turned it ever so slowly as to not wake him up. you held it under your own left hand and let it run over your stomach to rest on top of your clothed mound.

you lifted the waistband the pair of boxers you wore to bed, (courtesy of steve’s underwear drawer), and slid his hand the rest of the way down. this was downright dirty, and whether steve woke up from this or not didn’t seem to bother you.

with your hand still placed perfectly on top of his, you used his middle finger to pump in and out of your entrance. almost as if you were playing the piano, in this case you were the piano, and your hand was helping to teach him how to play it.

“fuck” you whispered, still acknowledging that he was asleep.

steve was stirring a bit, his legs shifting underneath the blankets.

you suddenly felt the coil in your stomach beginning to form.

steve made a noise in his sleep, but you were too focused on dealing with your own pleasure to notice.

“what are you doing baby?” his hoarse voice whispered to you.

“i woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep, so i thought you’d help me tire out” you whispered back.

“all you had to do was ask” he replied, and you could see his cocky grin in the moonlight.

he removed his fingers for a quick second so he could prop himself up and take care of you the right way. with his right elbow holding him up he focused on your eyes as his middle and ring finger began to go to work.

he pumped them in and out, praising you for being a good girl as he finished you off.

“tell me what you want baby” steve said as he noticed you trying to hold in your moans

“use your words, i know you can”

“faster steve please” you moaned out, staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

he began to work at you faster until you began to come undone beneath him.

“there you go sweetheart, i got you” he praised, as he continued to get you through your high.

steve’s fingers slowed down retreating from your body, and he brought them up to his own mouth. he licked them clean as he fixed your shorts back up. steve pulled you close and snuggled into your body, knowing you were already drifting off.

“i love you honey” you whispered.

“i love you too sweetheart” he whispered back, giving a quick kiss to your forehead as you both fell back asleep in each other’s arms.

H hours. There's a party at the sway gaming and yn wants to fucking celebrate and she drinks and stuff. Troy and her fuck. The morning after they come down to the kitchen,yn covered in bruises and hickies. Maddy hypes yn up but every guy realizes what happened and look worried at vincent, knowing he has the biggest crush on her. "you knew I like her, you knew and you fucked her" "everyone likes her vincent, millions of people, what would you do in my position?"

Author: just know that i love you and i love this request soo much

Warnings: smut and angst

You should have known by now that mixing up alcoholics is never a good choice. However it might lead to some good consequences. ‘How much did you drink?’ Troy asks you as you straddle his lap. You are sober enough to realize that you really want to fuck the shit out of this man. ‘Enough to do this’ you shush him by kissing him. He doesn’t want to push you away because just like many of his friends he wants to rip your clothes off every time he looks at you. ‘Are- are you sure?’ He moans when you start kissing his neck. You look at him and cock one eyebrow. Meanwhile the others are dancing around you, you are sitting at the corner of the room on the leather couch. ‘Are you gonna fuck me or not, Troy? Do I need to ask someone else? Cause I-‘ he is now the one shutting you up with a kiss. His hands immediately grasping at your bum as let a soft moan roll off your tongue. You keep kissing and grinding for a good ten minutes until you can’t take it anymore. You pull off his lap causing him to groan. ‘Come here...’ he smirks as you close the door of your room behind him and pulls you in for a kiss. Things get heated really quickly and before you know it you’re trapped underneath his body as he pushes your panties to the side. ‘Troy...’ you whine ‘gotta check you’re ready for me, sweetie... Don’t want to hurt you, you know?’ He winks and pushes one of his fingers slips inside of your mouth. ‘Suck’ he demands and you wrap your lips around his index. His pupils dilate at the sight of you sucking on his finger. You sigh at the contact with his cold fingers when he slides one of his fingers inside of you after pulling his index out of your mouth. He smirks as he notices you’re more than ready. ‘Soo needy, are we?’ He jokes as you fumble with his belt. ‘You’re lucky I need to-‘ you get shushed by him sliding another finger in. ‘What were you saying?’ He cocks a brow as you stop your hands and moan. Shit, he does know what he is doing. When the erection in his pants start to hurt he decides it’s time to get some action and pulls his jeans down. His hand comes around your neck and then he pushes his thumb inside of your mouth. ‘Tell me how bad you want this, doll’ ‘please... please...’ you whine as his tip brushes against your wet folds. He loves the whimpering and squirming but he also needs to be inside of you so he pushes himself in. Both of you release loud moans but it doesn’t matter because the music is too loud for anyone to hear. Troy starts off slowly, letting you get comfortable and then picks up the pace. The headboard of you bed keeps slamming against the wall as he rams into you so he holds onto it to stop it from making so much noise. ‘Shit... Haven’t even begun and you’re already clenching this hard uh’ he smirks as he leaves a wet kiss on your lips. ‘F-fuck... I- i...’ you don’t even know what you want to say as one of his hands grips your thigh, you know there are going to be marks in the morning but it all turns you on even more. ‘Can’t even talk, uh? Feels this good?’ He is feeling his cheeky self as be watches you losing every bit of self control over your body. His mouth attacks your neck, you can feel he’s marking you up and although you dont want to cover the hickies the next day, you also don’t care as you feel overwhelmed by pleasure and hardly can keep your eyes open. ‘Look at me. I wanna see you fall apart...’ he smashes his lips onto yours in a heated kiss as his hips snap at yours. You move your left leg higher up his waist and he takes the chance to throw it over his shoulder. ‘Holy- oh god...’ the angle, the speed, the depth... It all has you falling apart in less than twenty seconds. He grunts and follows you right after, collapsing next to you. You can’t bring yourself to say anything as you quickly fall asleep.

It’s around ten in the morning when you hear the others screaming from the kitchen. You groan and slowly wake up. Troy lays half naked next to you, his face relaxed as soft snores leave his lips. You don’t want to wake him up but as soon as you tey to step out of bed his hand grabs yours and push you back down. ‘I need more sleep.’ ‘Well you can sleep a bit more, Sleepyhead but I can’t...’ he sighs and lets go of you. You recollect your clothes and he gets up too. He smirks when he notices the marks on your neck and thighs. ‘Good luck with that...’ he points at your bruises as he walks past you and you roll your eyes. ‘Dont roll your eyes at me.’ ‘How did you-‘ he’s walking in front of you, how did he know? You shake your head and step in the kitchen. Little J is eating some pancakes, Maddy and Jordan are being the cheesiest couple on earth and Kio is trying to wake Vinnie up as he eats his cereals. ‘Good morning people’ Troy announces his entrance followed by you. You sit next to Maddy, tying your hair up, it’s too hot in LA. ‘Ohoh... Went to dicktown last night?’ She jokes noticing your neck. Obviously everyone turns around and three pair of eyes, Jordan, Jeffrey and Kio’s, are staring at Vinnie who looks at you and then at Troy who is sipping pineapple juice on the other part of the room, eye fucking you. ‘To be honest I would have thought that you and Troy... I mean... Guys did you know...?’ Jordan whispers something in her ear and she immediately shuts up. You are blushing as you stare down at your hands. Vinnie feels the urge to rip that smirk off Troy’s face. ‘Whag the fuck? You piece of shit!’ You frown as you see Vinnie standing up and the other three boys get in his way, to stop him from getting closer to Troy. ‘You fucking knew it!’ ‘Knew what?’ You ask ‘he knows!’ ‘Know what vinnie?!’ ‘You knew i fucking liked her! You knew and you fucked her anyway!’ Vinnie tries to walk past his friends but they stop him from doing anything stupid. ‘Everybody likes her Vincent, millions of people drool over her. What would you have done in my position?’ Troy answers cockily. You are quite confused. Vinnie likes you? ‘What the fuck is wrong with you?! You’re supposed to be my best friend!’ He yells at the brunette who simply stands there drinking his juice unbothered. Maddy gives you an apologetic smile as you process the information. ‘Let me- I swear to god I’m gonna smash that face of yours against the wall!’ ‘Why don’t you try then? Or are you gonna let someone else do it? Just like you let me fuck the girl you liked’ Vinnie tries to push Jordan off of him but he can’t. ‘You fucking asshole! You are piece of shit’ ‘probably, still fucked her didn’t I? What did you do instead uh? Complimented her hair? Bought her flowers? Helped her with other guys? Yea Vinnie, good boy, you’re heading straight to the friendzone’ before anyone can say anything Vinnie frees himself of the three boys’ hold and his fist collides against Troy’s face. You immediately stand up and reach for Vinnie’s shirt before he can do any more damage. ‘Vinnie! Stop!’ You tey to push him off the brunette with the others and you manage to do so after a couple of seconds. ‘I’ll fucking kill you, asshole!’ ‘Yea? Try then!’ ‘You are disgusting!’ ‘You’re delusional!’ ‘Shut up!’ You push them away from each other as Aaron and Ben step in, bringing Troy outside. ‘Get off me!’ Vinnie pulls away from Kio’s grip as he leaves the room. You sigh brushing a hand through your hair. ‘Shit...’ you murmur aware of the drama you have just caused...