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i love 90s television all these high quality fabrics got me so turned on i almost passed out

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Okay so I got Rednote because I heard about the whole migration thing and I never bothered to sign up before, and the cultural exchange has just been really fascinating

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this is exactly what I would us a.i. for. None of this plagerizing art and literature. Just a good old fashion robot boyfriend, just like God intended.

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Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,381 Summary: You didn’t just want an AI Assistant, you wanted a real companion, someone to take care of you, to make you feel safe, to love you. Warnings: AU. AI!Robot!Andy. Soft!sweetheart!Reader who is anxious, touch starved, and socially isolates herself. Allusions to a past sexual assault. Lots of softness.

A/N: Next up in the Superior AI verse is AI!Andy, and my goodness, the way he and his sweet Reader have already stolen my heart! I so hope you enjoy this! ❤️

You tried your best to concentrate on your tablet, on answering the next question in the Superior AI Welcome Survey that you needed to complete in order to initiate the first update for your new AI Assistant.

Well, companion really was more accurate in your case.

And that thought alone had you squirming in your seat even more.

You were already hyper aware of the watchful gaze fixed on you, even if you couldn’t meet it for more than a split-second at a time.

He’d been standing there, a few feet away on the other side of the coffee table, for the past ten minutes or so as you perched on the edge of the sofa and tried to finish the Welcome Survey.

It was taking you much longer than you thought it would, mainly because you couldn’t really concentrate with the AI’s attention so avidly fixed on you.

Even if that’s what you had been hoping for when you built and then purchased him, just for you.

The idea of having a caretaker and companion had been something you had yearned for for a long time, but now that it was actually happening, it was much more overwhelming than you thought it would be.

Hence all of your squirming and poor ability to focus on the current task at hand.

“Am I making you nervous?” Andy’s voice was deep and quiet–calm incarnate–and it had a delighted shiver zipping up your spine as you peeked up at him from beneath your lashes. 

Gosh, he really was beautiful.

Andy Barber, your new AI companion. 

You had taken your time when you had customized him on the Superior AI website. You had gone into it with a handwritten list of all of the physical features, emotional attributes, and AI programming you most wanted for your new AI. 

And Andy fulfilled each and every one of them so far. 

He was tall and firmly built, his simple jeans and soft, navy blue sweater hinting at the toned body that lay beneath. His skin was fair and flawless, his eyes a bright, cerulean blue that you didn’t actually think existed until you saw him. His hair was dark brown and perfectly coiffed–so soft and floofy looking that your fingers itched to touch it–and his beard was neatly trimmed and emphasized the sharp cut of his jaw.

Andy murmured your name, interrupting your mindless ogling as he shifted closer and repeated his question, “Am I making you nervous?”

“N-no!” you answered quickly, dropping your gaze back to the tablet between your hands as your face heated with embarrassment. 

Suddenly, Andy was crouched before you, his gaze as concerned as it was earnest–so humanly so–as he watched you. “I’m here to take care of you, right?” 

You nodded, feeling too shy to squeak out an answer. 

“In order to be successful in doing so, I need you to be honest with me always, alright?”

Something about Andy’s genuine desire to take care of you, as well as his request for honesty–which was the foundation for a strong relationship–had your belly fluttering and your heart skipping a beat. 

“Alright,” you answered shakily, meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry.”

Andy’s soft smile had another round of butterflies taking flight in your belly, especially when he hesitated for just a beat before touching a hand to your knee and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay. So, am I making you nervous?”

“Yes,” you confessed, noting the approval in his gaze at your honest answer. “But only because we just met and some of these questions are really personal and overwhelming.”

“That’s very understandable,” Andy nodded, giving your knee another soft squeeze. “Thank you for being honest with me.” He watched you for a moment before his head tilted to the side ever so slightly, his eyes going distant before they blinked and refocused on you. “You enjoy tea?”

You blinked in confusion. “I do.”

“How about I go make you some?” Andy offered as he rose to his feet.

“Oh, that would be lovely,” you smiled. “I can show you where everything is—“

“No need, I am very capable of finding it on my own. Plus, it will take longer and you’ll have more time to concentrate on completing startup requirements and getting my programming updated to fulfill your every need.”

Oh boy, you thought as his last few words washed over you.

Clearing your throat, you nodded, squeaking out a soft, “Okay,” before staring down at your tablet.

“Good girl.”

It was a visceral reaction that you couldn’t control, nor were expecting–the way your breath hitched and the heat in your cheeks renewed–at the soft praise so readily and confidently offered to you by Andy.

Startled, and embarrassed, by your own reaction–and just how much you had liked those two words from Andy–you ducked your head lower, until your chin was tucked against the top of your chest, completely unaware of the knowing look that Andy shot your way before he turned on his heel and made his way into the kitchen and out of sight. 

Releasing a shaky breath, you refocused on the Welcome Survey, grateful that you could work on this section in particular–the Companion Preferences section–privately. You had already completed all of your preferences on cooking and food, cleaning, home security, personal care and wellness, and other day-to-day requests and activities. 

But the Companion Preferences really got into the meat of how you wanted your personal, intimate dynamic with Andy to be, and how…far you wanted his companionship to go.

You had known since before you even went on Superior AI’s website that you were seeking an AI for more than just general assistance. You wanted companionship, including sex. You wanted a relationship. You wanted to be taken care of and prioritized. You wanted to feel safe. 

You yearned for all of it so much that it brought tears to your eyes. 

And since you knew you wouldn’t be able to find what you were seeking in a human man, you built your own AI one to fulfill your needs.

Only now, you were actually going through and selecting all of the needs and preferences you wanted fulfilled, including sexual ones, and it was making you extremely anxious.

In addition to anxiety, you felt shame, too.

Because it was so sad and pathetic that you had to resort to this, seeking artificially crafted “love” and companionship.

Even if the quiet, fretful naysayer in the back of your mind whispered that wasn’t true. You weren’t sad. You were being smart. You were protecting yourself.

And after that night, with him… you shuddered at the thought, your stomach flipping unpleasantly and your heart hammering in your chest as the memories you kept trying so hard to forget, or at the very least, stuff down, down, down, resurfaced.

Blinking back tears, you refocused on the screen in your lap, reading the next question, which sure was timely given the thoughts that had just been whirling around your brain…

On a scale from 1-10, with 1 being ‘Consent not required’ and 10 being ‘Full consent always required,” choose your preference for sexual consent.

You clicked on 10, shuddering some more before you clicked over to the next question, which was one you had already answered in the initial pre-purchase customization. 

When it comes to physical touch, I give my AI Assistant permission to gauge my needs at any given moment and offer physical touches at their own discretion to aid in caretaking and connection.

You had originally selected, “Yes, I give my AI Assistant this permission,” but you read the other two options again now:

2. No, I do not give my AI Assistant this permission. They should always ask for this permission in the moment and as needed.  3. I do not want my AI Assistant to touch me at all.

Thinking back to the way Andy had comforted you a few moments ago, crouching down and so gently speaking to you as he touched your knee, you felt your tummy somersault all over again. 

That was exactly the kind of gentle connection and caretaking you were seeking. 

Nodding, you kept that answer as previously selected before moving on to the next question.

Your eyes blinked slowly, heavily, as you struggled to finish the final few pages of your book’s current chapter. 

When a yawn broke free, once again pulling your attention away from the words on the page, you sighed in defeat. 

Placing your bookmark between the pages, you set your book on the side table before glancing down the other end of the sofa. 

Andy sat there, reading his own book, even though you doubted that he garnered the same sort of joy that you did from reading for fun. 

Feeling your gaze on him, he glanced up and smiled at you. 

“I think I’m going to go to bed,” you murmured. 

“It is getting late,” Andy nodded, setting down his own book. He rose to his feet, watching as you uncurled yourself from the sofa and folded the throw blanket that had been covering you before draping it over the back of the nearby arm chair. 

You had changed into your pajamas hours ago, and you felt a little self-conscious of the cutesy flannel set now as you turned to find Andy eyeing you in soft amusement.

“Do you think I’m lame?” you blurted before you could stop yourself.

His frown was instant, as was the shake of his head. “No, I think you’re lovely.”

And oh, that had a foreign kind of warmth flooding through you. 

Twisting your fingers together before you, you glanced away, shaking your head at yourself. “Sorry,” you whispered, “Sometimes I just…blurt stuff like that without thinking.”

“There is no need to edit yourself for my benefit,” Andy assured you. “This is your home and your life, I am simply here to help you thrive. Please, be yourself to the fullest extent, it will only aid me in taking care of you and fulfilling your every need.”

“Right,” you hugged yourself, taking a shaky breath. 

It was overwhelming - how perfect Andy was.

And that he was yours.

“Should I go to the kitchen and enable my hibernation mode?” Andy asked. 

His question wasn’t surprising, as most folks kept their AI Assistants in the kitchen overnight, just like many other home appliances.

But, well, Andy wasn’t a home appliance to you. 

“Actually,” you struggled to meet his gaze as you shifted your weight. “Can you come upstairs with me and just…stay with me until I fall asleep?”

Andy’s head cocked ever so slightly, his operating system reviewing the data from your completed survey at lightning speed before concluding that you, his primary user, were vulnerable and needed to be protected and made to feel safe.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he spoke one of your preferred terms of endearment for the first time, noting how it made you squirm and shyly look away. “I would love to spend as much time with you as possible.”

“Thanks,” you whispered. 

Smiling, Andy stepped back and gestured toward the stairway just outside of the living room. “Lead the way.”

You scurried past him and up the stairs, murmuring that you were just going to clean up before you darted into your connected ensuite and shut the door. 

Once you emerged a few minutes later, ready for bed, it was to find Andy dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt, his feet bare as he sat on the edge of the bed furthest from your own side.

“You changed,” you observed dumbly, blinking at him in surprise.

The corner of his mouth quirked up into a half-smile. “I thought it would make you more comfortable if I wore pajamas, too.”

“Oh, that’s so…thoughtful,” you hummed, again feeling a happy kind of fluttery warmth invade your body. 

“Let’s get you tucked in, hmm?” Andy murmured, gesturing you to your side of the bed. “I’ve enabled the new home security system I installed earlier, and I’ve lowered the temperature to 68 degrees for optimal sleeping conditions.”

“Thank you, Andy,” you said, and, on a whim, you darted forward and hugged him.

He didn’t miss a beat, instantly returning your embrace. His hands were big and warm as they gently caressed your back, and you felt your insides clench when he placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head before murmuring, “You’re very welcome, honey. I’m happy to take care of you like you deserve.”

“You’re so warm,” you marveled aloud once you slowly pulled away from him. 

“I’ve set my operating temperature to mirror your own at 98.3 degrees. If you ever want me to adjust it, please let me know.”

“No, it’s perfect, you just…feel so real,” you whispered, staring at him. And then it was like your hand had a mind of its own as it reached out and touched his chest, until your palm lay flat against the soft material of his t-shirt. “You have a heartbeat, too?”

Andy nodded, his eyes soft as he watched you. “Would it comfort you to listen to it as you fall asleep?”

Feeling the sudden urge to cry, but not in a bad way, you just nodded, not resisting as Andy led you to your bed. He didn’t seem hesitant at all as he settled himself beneath the covers before holding his hand out to you as you hovered beside the bed.

“C’mere, sweetheart.”

As if you were the one made to take his directive, you crawled into bed beside him, nerves rising up for a split second before Andy was gently urging you against him. Once your cheek pressed against his chest, his artificial heartbeat that sounded so real softly filled your ear, and you felt your body begin to relax.

It was like the exhaustion from the day finally caught up to you then, your form going more and more pliant as your eyes grew heavy and you clung to Andy just a little bit tighter. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you murmured sleepily as your eyes blinked shut and stayed that way.

And when Andy gently smoothed a hand over your head, murmuring back, “So am I, sweetheart,” you were already fast asleep.

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omg an update on fairy and bucky!! This was so cute. I love their dynamic. Very good read.

HI HI HI I JUST READ ALL OF BUCKY AND FAIRY AND I'M IN LOVE!!!!! If you're willing, I'd LOVE to see a time when Fairy had to fuck someone up (like Bucky did when Phil touched Fairy in 'Cruel') now that she's the queen of New York. But like after she does it, Bucky just thinks it's the hottest thing ever

omg yes

respect

18+

as bucky's new wife, you've inherited a lot - power, money, status. but there's one thing you're yet to gain: respect. and respect isn't something you can buy or marry into, it's something you earn.

content warning: mob!bucky x wife!reader, mature themes, dark themes, threat, violence, physical violence, mention of blood and injury, minor character death, reader is slightly unhinged, smut, breeding kink hehe.

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"This isn't a good idea."

Ignoring Bucky's grumbles, you continue placing the expensive presents into the black and gold gift bag on the kitchen island. Tonight is the first big event you'll be attending as Bucky's wife, so you're determined to make sure you come across well.

"Don't ignore me," He cuts into your thinking with a cold tone.

Huffing, you look up at him from the Belgian chocolates. "You're just being negative, James," You say curtly. "I don't need that kind of energy right now."

"I'm being realistic," He corrects you pointedly, walking over to where you're leaning over the kitchen counter. "Accepting an invitation from the Brugias is a mistake. I don't trust that Aldo fucker."

"You don't trust any of them; that's the point of tonight!" You tell him, standing up straight. "Having them on side would make our lives a lot easier. As much as you hate them, they created a damn good encryption system, one which could give our operations another level of security."

Bucky raises a brow. "And you think eating a few hors d'oeuvres with them will dissolve years of conflict?" He asks you incredulously as he walks around the counter. "That is, if this isn't a trap?"

You fight the desire to roll your eyes and instead wrap your arms around him. "No, but it'll be a start," You say, looking up at him. "They've waved their white flag. Don't throw it back in their face."

His hands tightly squeeze your hips. "I told you when I married you that I'd do whatever you ask me," He reminds you lowly as his lips brush against yours. "Granted, I didn't have this in mind, but if it's what you want, then so be it." He gives you a soft kiss before his eyes slightly darken. "But if tonight ends in blood-"

You lightly hit his chest. "Jamie, you better not fight any of them," You say sternly. "They're extending an olive branch. I want you on your best behavior."

Bucky lets out a sigh. "I'll do my best," He promises. "But don't say I didn't warn you, fairy."

It's a forty minute drive in the limo to the Brugia estate. Bucky had an important business call to take so he's up front with the driver, while you pre-game with Sam and the others. They're in high spirits despite their wariness of the Brugias' intentions, but you're a little guarded. Though you're now Bucky's wife, and are treated by most of his people as such, you can't help but feel that there's something missing.

"What's got you down on a night like this?" Sam asks as he nudges your arm. "Need another shot?"

Shaking your head, you sit back in your seat. "I don't know, Sam," You reply. "I guess I thought that, after I married Jamie, things would change. Not drastically, but..."

"What's he done now?" He asks you with a frown, lowering his voice so the others can't listen in.

"No, it's nothing to do with him," You assure him quickly. "It's more to do with everyone else. They're polite, and all, but... they don't look at me the way they look at Jamie. It's glaringly obvious that, whatever pedestal they put him on, I'm not up there with him. I'm just an accessory he wears," You explain, feeling a slight weight leave your shoulders as you finally admit how you feel out loud to someone. "As if they don't think it'll last. Our marriage, I mean. Like I'm not worth the effort. They don't..."

"Respect you," Sam finishes before slowly nodding. A few moments pass before he turns his head to look down at you. "I ever tell you about when I started working with Bucky?" Once you shake your head, he continues. "I grew up with next to nothing, not even a name, until I was adopted. That wasn't much better, though. I was put to work early; doing drug runs and stealing money bags. It was rough, but it taught me a lot. I met Bucky when we were sixteen years old. His father had just passed and his uncle Jack refused to take charge, leaving Buck to take on the family business. He didn't always have the respect he has now - you know that, right?"

You nod, recalling the stories Bucky's told you about when he first took over. It wasn't simple, and he had a lot of people to win over.

"Well, imagine how little respect I was given. Some random little runt off the streets that Bucky seemed to believe in for some reason," Sam goes on to say. "Most of the people who work for Bucky worked for his dad. And their fathers worked for his grandfather, and so on. If you don't have that history, it's hard to be accepted."

"So, how did you do it?" You ask him. "How did you get their respect? I mean, I'd argue some of those guys respect you more than Jamie."

He chuckles at that. "They did what they do to anyone they don't trust- they tested me," He answers plainly. "They got one of their police friends to arrest me, to see if I'd rat on them. When I didn't, they welcomed me in with open arms."

Frowning, you look up at him. "Somehow, I can't see them doing that with me," You say flatly.

"Bucky would kill them if they tried anything like that on you," Sam says with a laugh. "Trust and respect aren't one in the same. You've been in Bucky's life a long time. They already trust you."

"But they don't respect me," You mutter. "How do I gain their respect? Make them fear me?"

"Fear and respect aren't the same, either," Sam points out. "Sure, there's a little overlap, and Bucky definitely has both those things."

"They should be afraid to disrespect me," You say bluntly.

"They are," He responds before adding, "Because they're afraid of what Bucky would do to them if they did."

You let out a huff. "What about what I would do?"

He raises a brow. "Tell Bucky?"

Offended, you hit his shoulder. "I don't just hide behind my husband," You claim firmly. "I can fight my own battles."

"Well, maybe one day you'll get the chance to prove that," Sam says with a shrug. "Respect isn't demanded. It's earned."

The talk doesn't make you feel much better, but it does make you more determined. You figure that, the more you get involved with Bucky's work, the more likely you'll get an opportunity to show his people that you're your own person who can defend herself.

It's almost midnight when you arrive at the Brugia estate.

Bucky holds your hand tightly as you walk up to the large doors. It's an impressive property, but a little tacky for your liking, with rows of brightly colored sports cars filling the front. The front doors open before Bucky has a chance to knock, and immediately, the loud music booms. A man stands there, a smile on his face, and he's wearing a purple, velvet suit. Two younger men stand behind him, the three of them looking too similar to not be the infamous Brugia brothers.

"Evening, Barnes," The eldest one in purple says, giving Bucky a wry smile. "I have to say, I was surprised when we received your RSVP. Aldo was sure you'd think it was a trap."

"Enzo," Bucky replies with a slight nod. "Admittedly, the thought crossed my mind. But my wife, Y/N, convinced me to give you a chance to say your piece."

Enzo's eyes light up at his words, and he takes your hand before placing a kiss to the back of it. Bucky instinctively tightens his grip on your other hand, which remains encased in his. "It is always a blessing for a man to receive a loving woman in his life," Enzo says, before releasing your hand and taking a few steps back. "Please, everyone, come on in."

After the initial introductions, Enzo and Carl - the eldest two - take Sam and Bucky to the side to discuss how they can work together. Bucky's other men do their best to look intimidating as they stand together. That leaves you with Aldo, which Bucky doesn't seem too happy with, but he knows you can look after yourself.

"I have to say, I was incredibly surprised to hear that you had accepted our invitation," He admits as he walks you over to the bar. "I didn't expect Barnes to be the type to grovel."

You're thrown by his wording but you do well to keep your face straight. "Grovel," You repeat lowly. Raising your voice, you glance over to Aldo and say, "Who said he's grovelling?"

Aldo doesn't answer. Instead, he asks the bartender for two shots of something you've never heard of before.

"What is it?" You ask, picking up the small glass of dark red liquid.

"Awakens the senses," He claims before clinking his glass against yours. "Saluti."

Deciding it's harmless, seeing as it's doubtful he'd try to poison you with your husband on the other side of the room, you shrug and take the shot with him. He looks pleasantly surprised, as though he expected you to refuse it.

"I never thought I'd see the day when Barnes had settled down," He says, looking you up and down. "Especially not with such a beautiful woman."

He may not have the balls to poison you in the same room as your husband, but he has no shame in flirting with you. "Yeah," You reply, looking around the crowded hall. "I never thought I'd land someone so beautiful, either."

Aldo hums, moving closer to you. "Barnes is a lucky man. And who knows? After tonight, he could become a lot luckier," He says cryptically.

"What are you talking about?" You wonder, frowning at him.

"I mean, if we were to align with him," He clarifies. "He'd be a much more powerful man with the Brugias on his side. Together, we could rule more than just New York."

"Right," You mumble, not enjoying the way he's staring deep into your eyes.

He moves closer still. "I know the type of woman you are. I know you want to prove yourself as worthy of being his queen," He says, his tone shifting from light and friendly to something darker. "As a woman, you need to establish your use, else he'll get bored and look somewhere else. Do you agree?"

You say nothing.

"Let me tell you something; Barnes is a traditional man, just like me," Aldo goes on to say. "He knows the kind of agreements men like us have. The things we trade with one another in return for allyship."

Narrowing your eyes, you wonder where he's going with this.

"It's just a part of the business," He states.

"What is?" You ask, sick of his vague statements.

"You're gonna let me fuck you," Aldo says bluntly, throwing you for a loop. "Barnes will let me use you as I see fit, and then my brothers and I will strike a deal with him. They might want a turn, too, and if that's so, you and Barnes will be more than happy to oblige. Do you understand me?"

Shocked by how brash he's being while saying the most abhorrent things, your lips part, and you take a step back. You turn around to see Bucky and Sam still talking to the older Brugia brothers. Bucky's hands remain at his side, so you doubt they're having a similar discussion to you and Aldo.

"This isn't the kind of thing men discuss over dinner," Aldo tells you. "It's a silent agreement. When I take you upstairs, Bucky will know what's happening, and he'll understand that it's necessary. Why else would he bring you here looking so beautiful? Now, are you ready to comply, or would you like another drink?"

Your mind is spinning. Confusion, surprise, and disgust swarm together in a flurry, blurring into one - and then, out of nowhere, a fourth contender joins. Anger. He's louder than the others, taking over until all you see is red.

For Aldo to assume you're nothing but a sex object that Bucky can use to gain advantage over enemies makes your guts churn. Is that how everyone sees you? Even Bucky's men, who claimed you as their Queen, do they see you as nothing more than a bartering tool?

Aldo's hand on your lower back pulls you from your thoughts.

"Take your hand off of me," You say firmly, giving him a warning glare.

His smirk only deepens and the position of his hand only lowers, until it's on your ass. "Don't be like that, baby," He mumbles. "We're all friends here. Right?"

Having had enough, and sick of the smug on on his face, you pull back your hand and punch him square in the jaw. A few of the guests immediately look over, shock on their faces. Aldo stumbles backwards, his eyes wide as he brings his fingers up to his bloody lip before he looks back at you, appalled. You don't give him a chance to say anything and punch him again, right in the same spot, making him groan in pain. This time, he looks angry. He takes a second to recover before stalking over to you and slamming his fist into your cheek.

This the point at which the kerfuffle gets the attention of Bucky. Him and the other men look over at the sound of gasps and shouts, only to see you on the floor at the feet of a bloody-faced Aldo. Immediately, Bucky begins to stalk over, Sam hot on his heels as each of them plan in their heads how they'll draw out Aldo's death to make it as slow and painful as possible.

You recover before they reach you, getting up to your feet. Aldo lets out a scoff, but you're on him before he can get a sly comment past his lips. You jab him in the throat with your fingers and lift your knee into his groin, making him double over with a groan. The burning pain on your cheek only pisses you off, driving you to continue hurting him. How dare he touch you? Does he not know who you are?

You kick him in the stomach and he falls onto his back, but he's no amateur. He's quick to get back up, aiming to grab your throat, but you dodge him. Sam and Bucky reach you but you push your husband back, shooting him a warning glare that says, stay out of this or you'll get beat, too. It takes a lot for Bucky to stand back, but when he sees you driving your balled up fist repeatedly onto Aldo's face, he knows you can handle it. He watches on in adoration - and a slight sense of intimidation - as your skin is spattered with Aldo's blood.

His brothers step forward, but Sam and Bucky keep them at bay. "Don't even think about it," Sam utters to Enzo, who holds his hands up in defence.

"Hey, this is between them two," Enzo says, him and Carl sharing a laugh.

Aldo falls to the ground, trying to kick at you but lacking the energy to land a real blow. You meet him on the floor as you sink to your knees next to him and continue slamming your fist into his face. At one point, you feel the bones in his nose crack.

"Alright, alright, you've taught him his lesson," Enzo calls out.

You look up to see a crowd has formed around you. Bucky and Sam look shocked as they stare at your bloodied hands. With heavy breaths, you slowly stand back up, unable to tell if this is a dream or if it's really happening.

Carl walks over with a smirk, kicking Aldo's still body. "C'mon, little brother, get up," He says, shaking his head. "Embarassing yourself in front of all our guests."

Slowly walking backwards towards Bucky, you feel his hand on the small of your back and allow it to help you calm down. "Fuck me, fairy," He mumbles, pulling you closer to him as he cups your cheeks and looks down at you. "Are you alright?"

"I think so," You whisper back to him.

His lip pulls up at the corner. "That was-"

"Fuck!" Carl suddenly yells from behind you.

You spin around to see him on the ground with his fingers pressed to Aldo's neck. "He... he's not breathing," He utters lowly as his eyes slowly roll up to land on you, nothing but pure contempt in them.

There's a beat of silence before at least twelve people pull out their guns, including Bucky, Sam, and the two remaining Brugia brothers.

"You killed him!" Carl yells, fury on his face. "You will pay for this!"

A second before bullets begin to fly, you feel yourself being dragged away. Your legs have no choice but to run with the person whose hand is tightly clamped around your arm, and amid the chaos you can barely see a thing. All you can hear is gunshots and screams.

It isn't until you get outside that you realise it's Peter that stole you away. He continues dragging you to the limo, only stopping once you're seated in the back. Peter takes his gun out and aims it towards the doors of the Brugia mansion, waiting for a threat to make itself present while you catch your breath.

"Fuck," You mumble, wondering if you've just got Bucky or any of his men killed. The thought of Bucky being hurt makes you spiral, and you lean out the door to grab Peter's shoulder. "We need to go back. We need to get Jamie and Sam back."

"It's not safe in there," Peter replies sternly. "They'll be okay."

"What if they're not?" You cry, turning back to the inside of the limo. Grabbing the small black case that lives under the back seats, you open it up and pull out the small pistol. You check that it's loaded before spinning back to Peter. "We can't just sit out here. We have to-"

Just then, you see some figures emerging from the front doors. Peter straightens his back and the two of you aim your guns, unable to decipher whether the men walking towards you are friendly or not in the dark.

You squint your eyes, trying to see clearer but failing. "Peter," You whisper shakily. "Who are they?"

"I don't know," He replies flatly.

Preparing for the worst, you stand up and leave the limo, taking a few steps forward. Peter doesn't stop you, which you're grateful for.

"Don't come any closer," You call out as the men arrive within earshot. "Not unless you wanna die."

"That's not very nice," One of them says, his voice instantly relaxing you.

Your shoulders fall and you let out a heavy sigh, and Peter lowers his gun, too. Bucky rushes over to you, with Sam and a few of his other men trailing behind. He grabs your hips and pulls you tightly into his body, enveloping you in his arms. You're filled with utter euphoria as you pat his back and shoulders, checking for wounds.

"You're okay?" You ask, pulling back and looking him up and down.

"I'm okay," He replies before he turns his head to the side. "Sam, round up the others and find another way home."

"What?" Sam hisses, but Bucky's too busy packing you into the back of the limo to respond.

"Jamie," You whisper as he gets in and shuts the door behind him.

He ignores you, pressing the button on the right side door, causing the partition to come down. "Take us home, Bobby."

Shit. He's pissed.

The driver turns his head and gives a nod, setting off while Bucky pulls the partition back up. He turns to you with a wild look in his eyes, the lighting in the limo finally allowing you to see the bruises and blood dotting his face. Half-expecting him to tell you how stupid you are for what you did, that you almost got him and the others killed, that you put yourself in danger, you brace yourself.

"What you did in there," He begins, placing his hand on your cheek. Here it goes. You almost wince, pre-empting his angry rant. He opens his mouth to continue. "I've never been so fucking hard in my life."

You suck in a short gasp, wondering if you heard him right. "What?" You ask with a small voice.

Bucky takes your hand and places it on his crotch, and low and behold, his boner threatens to burst through his pants. "You heard me," He mumbles, leaning in unless his lips are a mere breath away from yours. "I've never seen you like that. You were... gorgeous."

"Really?" You ask, your hand still on his clothed cock. "You're not mad?"

"Mad?" He repeats with a dry laugh, shaking his head. "Fairy, I'm in love."

You can't say anything else before he's on you, pushing you down onto the seats. He spreads your legs before leaning down to kiss you, hungry and wanting. Your dress is all but ripped off of your body as he moves his mouth down to your neck, sucking and biting on your skin. His hips can't help but grind and hump against you, his motions sending pangs of pleasure through your body.

"Fuck me," You whimper, running your hands through his hair. "Please, daddy."

He all but rips off his suit jacket and pulls down his zipper. You know he isn't about to take his time or be gentle or make love to you, and you've never been so excited. He pushes your panties to the side while rubbing his cock against your soft inner thighs, his precum staining your skin.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen," He utters while sinking his cock into you. You throw your head back as you anticipate him filling you up, and he doesn't disappoint. Your pussy sucks him deeper into you and Bucky falls forward, his head in your neck. "Oh, fuck, baby."

Your nails dig into his shoulders through his shirt as he bottoms out. He lifts his head and brings his mouth to yours. His breath hits your lips. For a second, the two of you just stare into each other's eyes while his cock sits inside you. Then, with a clenched jaw, Bucky begins to thrust in and out of you. He quickly gains speed, his eyes still boring into yours.

"You're mine," He grunts, slamming into you. "You're all mine. Nobody else will ever get to fuck you like this. No-one."

"Just you, Jamie," You cry, your chest fluttering as pure pleasure overwhelms you. "I'm only yours. Forever."

"Forever," He repeats with a whisper, fucking you harder with his hand wrapped around your throat. "You're mine to own. Mine to fuck. Mine to breed."

His words make your eyes roll back. For a couple that have agreed they don't want children, you and Bucky can't help but give into your breeding kinks.

"Yes, daddy, yes!" You moan, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

"That's it, good girl," He grunts, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "So good at taking my cock, aren't you?"

Your heart races as your mind swarms with nothing but dedication to Bucky. The chaotic events that took place just moments ago can be thought about later; right now, all that matters is him.

"Fuck," He groans, resting his forehead against yours. He brings his thumb to your clit and rubs circles on it, making your legs tense up around his waist.

"Bucky," You breathe out. "I'm close."

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me, baby?" Bucky asks with a lazy smirk on his lips as he continues rubbing your clit. "C'mon, show me how good I'm making you feel. Cum for me."

A shiver travels down your spine with a cool trickle, ending with an explosion of ecstasy. You scream his name, at least you think you do- for a few moments, you can't hear anything. Then, slowly, Bucky's voice fades back into earshot as he chants your name, his cock twitching inside you.

"Take my cum, fairy," He groans, thrusting harder as he reaches his end inside you. "Just like that, my good girl, my baby."

You're breathing heavily as he collapses onto you, fully spent. His face rests against your rising and falling chest, his hands finding yours and linking your fingers together.

After a few moments of utter bliss as you both slowly float down, Bucky sits up. You remain on your back as you stare at the roof of the limo, listening to the sound of his zipper with a whisper of a smile on your lips.

Once you've fully recovered, you sit up too, and he pulls you onto his lap.

"Jamie," You begin, swallowing thickly. "Did he... is he really dead?"

His eyes flicker up to meet yours. He takes one of your hands and kisses your fingers before nodding.

You're expecting to feel something heavy at his confirmation. Guilt? Fear? Regret? You search for those things, but all you find is indifference. Perhaps that should scare you in itself.

"I killed him," You mutter.

"You did," Bucky says. "And, knowing you, I don't doubt for a second that he deserved it."

Just then, you find it - a tiny hint of doubt. Conflict in your mind. Did he? You replay the events of the night. His words. The way he touched you, as though you were just something to hold. Something to use.

You rest your free hand on Bucky's shoulder. "He did," You reply.

He kisses your fingers again, before taking your hand and placing it on his cheek. "You gonna tell me what he did?" He asks you with a quirked brow.

Your lips purse. "No," You decide. Knowing what Aldo said to you will only give Bucky anger, with nowhere to release it. He's already dead.

Though he wants to know, Bucky also knows that he won't enjoy hearing it. If you think he doesn't need to know, then so be it.

"Hey," He whispers, squeezing your thigh. "I love you."

"I love you," You return.

You recognize the glint in his eyes to be one of concern. And rightfully so; you just killed a man. You knew marrying Bucky would put you in a heightened position of danger, but it never once crossed your mind that you'd ever hurt anyone. The fact that Aldo deserved it makes it easier to swallow, but it's still shaken you.

But this is your life now. You can't crumble because you've done something you weren't expecting to - being Bucky's wife means you'll have to do some unsavoury things sometimes. You weren't forced to kill Aldo - you wanted to hurt him. You didn't want to kill him, but it happened.

Your lawyer brain wonders if you'd get away with it if the law was something you still had to worry about. "I'd probably be able to swing involuntary manslaughter," You find yourself saying out loud. "I mean, if I got arrested."

"You're not gonna get-"

"No, I know," You assure him. "I'm just saying. I have no priors- oh, except for that little fraud thing your uncle Jack framed me for. If I cried self defence, I'd probably get less than 5 years."

"Fairy, you don't need to think about that," Bucky says softly. "No matter what you do, you will always be safe with me."

"I know, Jamie," You insist. "I know I'm safe. I don't think a SWAT team are gonna barge into our bedroom tonight. I'm just... thinking. Processing."

"Okay," Bucky mumbles, giving you the space to process things the way you need to.

With a small smile, you can't help but release a little laugh. "Did you really... was that...?"

He frowns, gently rubbing your thigh. "What are you asking me, hmm?"

"Uh..." Your cheeks heat up and you look down. "That really turned you on?"

Bucky laughs before pushing your chin up. "You still get shy asking me stuff like that?" He wonders with a glint in his eyes. "You're my wife now, fairy. If you wanna make inquiries about my dick, feel free to."

"I just- I didn't know," You stumble, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. "You really... enjoyed seeing me like that?"

He stares at you for a few seconds, thinking to himself before speaking. "You're never quicker to get on your knees than when I'm covered in someone else's blood," He states bluntly. "We're the same animal, fairy."

You start to laugh, but the look on his face makes you stop. You realize he's right- you're just as deranged as him. There's very little about you that's different to Bucky - very little that separates you.

"The same animal," You repeat with a mumble, before he pulls you in for a deep, long kiss.

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[ashychangeling]

first off, I didn't know there was a whole trucker au. Also I'm glad you wrote this one because it means jake and reader end up together after the 2 first parts. I'd love to know how jake bbusted reader out of her job, and what was lloyd's reaction to it.

first christmas with trucker jake jensen

pairing: trucker!jake jensen x former sex worker!female reader

summary: jake makes your first christmas together special by surprising you with some christmas decorations and asking for your help decorating his tree, which brings the two of you closer in new ways.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, painful childhood memories, some angst/crying, fluff, jake jensen is a christmas menace

word count: 1.7k

a/n: based on this ask from @veltana: Are trucker Ari's and trucker Jake's readers gonna decorate the rigs for the holidays? i wasn't going to write a lot, but, uh, well i did so i hope y'all enjoy some christmas fluff/smut/angst with trucker Jake!! i really enjoyed digging into his and reader's backstories!

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Ok so here’s the thing: trucker Jake Jensen LOVES Christmas. (Honestly, you’d be hard-pressed to convince me this isn’t true to canon Jake Jensen—he just seems like the kind of guy who’d love Christmas!) 

I imagine Jake didn’t have the best childhood. Maybe he had some really magical Christmases when he was very little, but then his parents became absent or they died when he was still pretty young, or a mixture of the two. His parents not being around is why he’s so close to his sister and niece, and why family is important to him.

But I digress. The point is, I think Jake had a lot of lackluster Christmases, and he realized that if he wanted Christmas cheer in his life, he was going to have to be the one to make it. And boy does he.

Now, I should also mention that I think Jake’s reader had a similar childhood experience. You grew up with cold, sparse Christmases—maybe your parent/parents would get a tree but it was fake and pre-lit and they’d only decorate it with generic decorations. 

All the homemade ornaments you brought home from school might’ve been hung up on the tree that year, but your parents would toss them when putting everything away and you’d have to dig them out of the trash. Eventually, you stopped giving them to your parents and kept them in a shoebox under your bed. You’ve kept the box, but never hung them up.

Unlike Jake, you stuck with what was comfortable because it was what you’d always known, so you weren’t very big on decorating for Christmas. Most years, you wouldn’t even get a tree. 

You’d always figure you’d get one when you got a day off from Diesel Dolls, but then you’d spend your days off relaxing and not wanting to go through the process of getting a tree, lugging it back to your apartment alone, and then decorating it. 

All this is to say, you’re not the type to even think about asking Jake if you can decorate the inside of his rig for the holidays. But that’s ok, because he’s way ahead of you.

Early in November—so early, you’re not even thinking about Christmas yet—Jake gets a motel room for the night. This isn’t out of the ordinary, he likes to get a room when the both of you are craving a shower and some sex in a real bed.

That night, Jake fucks you to sleep. Literally. He makes you come so much, you pass out and are snoring softly before he can even grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up. 

Jake watches you sleep for a little while (it’s cute, not creepy, I swear), but when he tries to doze off himself, he can’t. He’s heard the stories about your austere childhood Christmases and he’s determined to bring you some Christmas magic.

So while you sleep, he pulls out the boxes and boxes and boxes of Christmas decorations he keeps in the storage of his rig. He spends all night stringing lights and hanging garlands and other decorations until the front seats and the bunk in the back are so stuffed, there’s barely room to sit, let alone move around.

It’s all worth it for the expression on your face when you see what he’s done, though. The way your eyes light up with surprise and delight and even a touch of wonder. It’s more Christmas than you’ve ever seen before crammed into the small space of his rig and you… love it. 

You love it more than you ever thought possible and you’re speechless as you climb up into the rig and flop into the driver’s seat, your eyes greedily looking around at all the decorations while your mouth hangs open in surprise. 

There’s even a little plastic Christmas tree fixed to the dashboard, tiny little lights twinkling. It’s all so perfect, so wonderful, that you don’t know what to say.

“Do you… like it?” Jake asks tentatively, his hands on either side of the open door, one foot on the step up into the rig, while he watches you taking it all in. He thought he’d read you right, that you’d enjoy some Christmas cheer, but he’s beginning to worry he’d been wrong.

Unable to find the words for how you feel, you turn back to Jake with tears in your eyes and you practically tackle him, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you kiss him hard. He stumbles back a step into the parking lot of the motel, his arms bracing you against his chest while he kisses you back.

Jake turns to walk you backward into the motel room, but you make a sound of protest. Kissing his stupidly handsome face—including the goatee you love so much—and knocking his glasses a little askew, you drag him back into the rig, impatiently waiting while he closes and locks the door behind you. Then you haul him into the bunk in the back until he covers your body with his own.

Quickly, the two of you tear your clothes off, and when Jake slides inside you, filling you up perfectly the way that only he can, you feel like your heart grows two sizes. You’re so happy, tears slip from your eyes and slide down your temples into your hair while Jake coos at you and kisses the tears from your skin. 

“Don’t cry, kitten, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmurs in your ear, his hips working you open with his cock until you’re moaning more than you’re crying. You can’t even find the words to tell him they’re happy tears, you just cling to him and hold him tight in your arms.

Jake fucks you slow and sweet in his rig while you’re surrounded by a ridiculous amount of Christmas decorations—so much that when Jake hikes your thigh up around his hip, you accidentally kick some loose. But Jake doesn’t care enough to stop, filling you over and over again in a steady rhythm that drives you wild, pleasure coiling in your core.

He makes you come while a fallen garland tangles around your entwined legs, the snowflakes he’s hung from the ceiling swaying with the force of his thrusting. And then he tumbles over the edge after you, filling you up with his come and holding you close as you catch your breath together.

You laugh at the mess the two of you have made of his decorations and he chuckles right along with you, telling you he’ll fix them before you get back on the road. You snuggle into him and thank him for the early Christmas present.

But you have no idea what else Jake has in store for you because, like I said, he LOVES Christmas.

I imagine Jake has a house somewhere deep in the Rocky Mountains, high enough that there’s guaranteed to be snow at Christmas. It’s so remote, in fact, that there wouldn’t be any service or cable if not for the robust satellite setup he has. 

Your first Christmas together, he takes you to his house and pulls the same trick he did with the truck rig, where he decorates the house to the max while you’re asleep. (It isn’t uncommon for Jake to go a couple days without sleeping. He used to be in the military and it fucked with his ability to maintain a normal routine, which is why he enjoys the freedom that comes with being a trucker.) 

The only thing Jake leaves undecorated is the tree. It’s a fresh pine he had shipped to his house, and set up in the massive living room, the tall tree taking up an entire corner by itself.

Jake makes you some coffee while you look at the decorations he’s put up and then you sit on the couch sipping it while he strings the lights on the tree. He’s focused and methodical while he works, and you can’t help but get a little turned on by the cute, determined expression on his face and the way his biceps bulge and flex.

But when he’s done, the heat that had been simmering in your core is extinguished because Jake pulls out a shoebox that looks far too familiar, and it brings up far too many painful memories. 

Jake sits down beside you, his head hanging a little like a guilty puppy while he tells you he pilfered it from your apartment the last time he was there. He catches your eye and you see the earnestness in his gaze when he asks you to tell him about all the ornaments.

When you hesitate—because you’re not sure whether to be mad at Jake for going through your things or to love him even more for remembering that you’d kep the ornaments—he pulls you into his lap and kisses your forehead.

“I want to know all of you, kitten,” he says gently, tipping your face toward his so he can look into your eyes. “Even the bad parts—especially the bad parts. I want to hear about all your bad Christmas memories so I can replace them with good ones.”

By the time he’s done talking, your eyes are misty with tears and you nod, leaning in for a kiss before you take a deep, steadying breath. It helps that Jake’s arms are big and strong, his chest firm as you lean into him. Then, you open the box.

Jake listens patiently while you pull out each ornament and tell him what you remember about it, the Christmas memories you associate with it. It’s a long, difficult process, but when you’re done, you feel inexplicably lighter. 

When you look to Jake, to see his reaction, you find him with red-rimmed eyes, like he cried while you told him about your childhood Christmases. But before you can ask him about it, he captures your lips in the softest, sweetest kiss you’ve ever felt. Once he pulls away, he helps you up from the couch and, together, you hang the ornaments on the tree.

Then you spend the rest of the morning hanging up all of Jake’s tree ornaments—of which there are many—and he tells you stories about his sister and his niece. By the time you’re done, you feel filled up with Christmas cheer and you drag Jake back down onto the couch.

There, under the lights of the Christmas tree and all the decorations overflowing his mountain home, you kiss your trucker prince charming and show him how happy you are to be spending the holiday with him.

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[ashychangeling]

*pounds a monster at 9pm* why can't I ever sleep at night

[ashychangeling]

I'm so excited. I didnt realize you continued this series. So good. I love this pairing, looking forward to see where their story goes. Also can't wait to see how reader's parents react to reader having a mate now.

Sick Of Leaving In The Morning

part one of Dreams can come true

Chapter summary: life after mating is pretty good.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader

Word count: 3311

Warnings: a lot of loving. Alpha\Omega, neurodivergency reader, soft dark!Lee (but as you can see it's mostly soft)

Notes: well we're here, the sequel, where I continue giving little glances at their lives because we all weren't ready to give up on them🤭 I hope you like it and leave me a message if you loved it, I thrive on those💕

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The smells are heavy in the air as you stir the pan with sauce and keep an eye on the juicy steak cooking to, hopefully, perfection. 

One eye on the clock above the entrance, tells you Lee will be home within a few minutes. Your heart jumps thinking about him. It still does. Even after months of marriage. You can see his smile clear in front of you and the spoon in your hand stills as you daydream about your husband. It still feels a little weird to call him that. 

He, on the other hand, has no problem calling you wife. It was ridiculous even, because it seemed he took up every opportunity to call you by that name. Like he wanted everyone to know, and they better not forget. 

“Have you met my wife?”

“My wife cooked this. It's the best dish I've ever eaten. Don't you think?” - accompanied with a cold look if the other person didn't rush to affirm quick enough.

“My wife and I like to spend our evenings alone.”

“My wife reads a lot, she's got a good head on her shoulders. Better than the idiots I have to work with.”

You were flustered and could barely look at anyone when he went off like this. His hands firmly around your waist, never giving an inch of room. He liked holding you close. And you could admit it grounded you having him so near. His smell always soothing you if you were nervous. 

By now everyone knew about the sheriff's wife. Gossip had mellowed down, and now it was only the occasional people, with nothing better to do than to sit down together and have some tea and biscuits to go over the most boring events of the day, who still looked to bring it up like it was scandalous. 

No one ever dared to bring it up to you. They were too afraid of Lee to try it. 

As sweet as he was to you, the more threatening he became if anyone troubled the happiness of his marriage. One wrong look. One bad word, and he would only glance at the person for them to know trouble was coming. 

You were mostly unaware of it, as he didn't want to cause any more stress. In his mind he was protecting you from the fierce side of his temper. He dealt with any grievances alone and without any possible witnesses. 

You bit your lips nervously as the steak was out of the pan and laid resting on a plate, almost ready to serve. Lee wasn’t going to be late, was he? The food would turn cold if he was, and you had made such a careful planning of arranging everything to be done at the same time. What if he was held up at the station? 

Sure, you could wrap up a plate and heat it up again, but it never tasted as good as when you put out in front of him, steaming hot and fresh. 

Your worries were for nothing, as the door opened only a few seconds later, and soon the scent of him drifted towards the kitchen and you inhaled like it was the first fresh breath you had since he left. Your shoulders relaxed and your mind calmed easily.

He was home.

He found you easily. The first thing you noticed was his smile as he saw you, and the way his eyes warmed when your eyes caught each other. 

“Hi honey, it sure is good to see you.”

You felt like you could melt into a puddle hearing his rich voice.

“Are you hungry?” You smiled, looking at the floor, simply too overwhelmed with his presence. 

“Yeah,” he croaked, nearing you.

Your hands were already reaching out to the plate to pile the roast potatoes and vegetables alongside the steak, when you were wrapped into his embrace and his face pressed into your neck. 

His body wasn't fully pressed against you, keeping a few centimeters of room for his hand to sneak between to place it on your belly. 

“Starved really,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your neck that had you shaking already. 

His other hand slid up your waist, and you swallowed.

“Lee…the food.” 

“We can eat a little later,” he replied as he lifted your chin so he could properly kiss you.

“But it's perfect now,” you whined.

“And it will be perfect later.”

That wasn't true. You frowned. “No, it will be cold, and the gravy will have set and-”

“Honey,” he interrupted sternly and you closed your mouth and looked at him. “Dinner looks great, you have done so well, but I really want to make love to my wife before I eat.”

Oh. You looked away. You wanted to, but…

His hand stroked your cheek softly.

“Look at you, sweetheart. All pretty waiting for your man to be home. Cooking me a meal and wanting to serve me. How could I be so lucky? Can't deny me a taste of you, can you? Had to wait so long to see you, to touch you. And here you are. I'm not a patient man, honey. I will eat all that tasteful food you worked so hard on, after. But I need to be inside you now.”

Your knees buckled. Or they would have, had he not quickly steadied you. His belly pressed against yours. 

“You're gonna let me love on you, baby?”

You nodded. Your hands grabbing his sweater to have something to hold onto because you wanted to move them - flapping your mother called it-, the excitement now too much for you.

“You smell so good honey, better than that steak you've been making me, even if it does smell delicious. You're taking such good care of me. Let me return the favour.”

He swooped you off of your feet, a smug smile appearing when you let out a little shriek, and carried you towards the stairs. 

“Gotta warn you, I'm real hungry, honey, might have to remind me to be a little more gentle to you now you're carrying.”

Your eyes fell on your swollen belly as his scent thickened. 

“Can't imagine how much it does to me seeing you carry my child.” He nearly growled, and a rush of slick trickled down your thighs upon hearing it. Your body already preparing for what was to come. 

Finding out you were pregnant set something off in him, and it was like he couldn't keep his hands to himself around you. Which wasn't different from how it was before, but somehow felt even more intense. 

While he was always sweet and gentle with you, there was something dark and intense as he looked at you, and he was insatiable. 

Not that you minded. It made you feel so desired and loved. No one had ever given you this much attention, and this much affection. Lee made you feel loved and wanted every day. 

Once he carried you upstairs, he found your bedroom easily, his shoe kicking it open swiftly, and laying you down on the sheets carefully. 

He towered over you, just staring at you. Once his eyes landed on your big belly you saw him swallow and cup himself. It thrilled you that you had such an effect on him, your body responding to his needs and legs falling open for him. 

“You're so pretty, baby. I'm counting my lucky stars to have you. I can smell you from over here. You've been needing me too, huh? Waiting all day for me to return so you can let me have you. I can't wait to hear you scream my name, sweetheart. Knowing I'm the one doing this to you. I'm the one making you feel this way. The only one, huh? No one else is ever going to touch you.”

He undressed. He didn't hurry, even if you had expected to. No. He undressed calmly, as his eyes never left yours, holding you in place like an invisible bond. You couldn't look away if you tried. You wanted to watch him remove his clothes, piece by piece, but you were enthralled with his dark stare.

Once he was naked, he kneeled down and lifted your skirt. You threw your hands over your eyes, still shy as ever, while he disappeared from view under the annoying fabric. 

It didn't take long for his mouth to find you and you let out a moan. He inhaled with a growl and his scent was bringing you to even bigger heights. He was enjoying this very much. Sometimes you wondered if he enjoyed it more than you, because it sure gave him pleasure to see and smell what it did to you.

His tongue was licking you gently. Too gently. He was torturing you! 

“Lee,” you groaned, grabbing his hair with one hand, while the other grabbed the sheet in despair. “Please, Lee, I want…please, I want you.”

He sucked and licked, before replying. “Wait a little longer, I just want to taste you baby, been thinking about it since lunch, when I saw you packed me those heartshaped cookies. Wanted to rush over here immediately to fuck you good, but it's been so busy at work, and I can't let them run the place by themselves just yet, they'll mess it up. But I promised myself, as soon as I got home…”

“You're such a -” you whined at a particular good nibble.” “Such a good sheriff. So good. You keep everyone safe, Lee. I understand you're needed. I just, I just miss you, that's all.”

He groaned and the vibrations shot through you. You mewled and trembled. “Couldn't do it without you, honey. You keep me going. But I… I would give it all up for you. You know that right? For you and the little one. Our little family.”

You nodded, though he couldn't see. And maybe he didn't need to, because you reached your high and shook while clinging your legs against his head until you calmed down a little.

When he appeared into your view, his face was red with exertion, and possible lack of breath, but his warm eyes told you he was pleased with you. 

He crawled up to you, his body pressing against you, careful not to crush you as he laid kisses down your face and neck. 

He loved kissing his mating bite, and as always you wrapped your legs around him trying to pull him in. 

He didn't push in, however, but rolled over and took you with him. 

Suddenly you were on top. You looked down at him, trying to lift off, but he wouldn't let you. Confused, you eyed him. 

“Like this sweetheart,” he told you. 

You frowned. Like this, what? You frowned at him again, looking away when you couldn't read the answer on his face, your mind racing what he could mean.

“I'm going to put it in and you're going to move.”

You felt on fire, you couldn't possibly do that? How were you supposed to move? He normally did all the moving. And he was never underneath you. 

His hands stroked your side, fingertips brushing over the sides of your belly lovingly. His eyes glued to it and you felt his manhood twitch against you. 

“Come on, get up a little,” he told you, and you obeyed without another thought, as you always did when he instructed you.

He held himself in his hands and bit his lip, then glanced at you. “Now sit down again.”

You lowered yourself and felt him breach you. Moaning you laid your hands on his chest to steady yourself on top of him, feeling him inside of you so deliciously. You didn't think you would ever get used to it.

“Lee!”

“I know. I know, sweetheart, feels good huh? Your man loving you. ‘S all for you. Everything. Take it baby.”

The more you slid down, the deeper he went, but you hovered over him carefully. 

He frowned and grabbed you tightly and pushed you down. You trembled, already on the verge of another orgasm - you were so sensitive lately - and tried to lift yourself but he kept you right there. 

His eyes were dancing over your face, and you stared back.

You didn't know what he was seeing in your expression, but you knew what you felt and he wouldn't let you move away. 

“Lee, I'm probably too heavy.” You stated your concerns. 

He relaxed and looked at you sweetly. “Probably not as bad as when I'm on top of you, honey.” He looked a little bashful, eyes sliding down his own body with contempt.

“I like it when you're on top. It makes me feel safe,” you confessed, feeling awfully shy talking about this. No matter the physical part of your relationship, or how many times it became physical in your daily lives, you never became that comfortable discussing it. But Lee looked like he was criticizing himself, and that wouldn't do.

His attitude changed hearing your words. Eyes darkening again and a flush arising in his cheeks. 

“Yeah? You love your man protecting you, sweetheart? When I'm all around you? On top of you. Making you feel sheltered and safe? Letting me be around you and inside you?”

The mouth on him could be the cause of your death one day. You sank down on him, not being able to keep yourself up and off him. Your weight fully lowered down on him, and he groaned, pleased. His hands grabbing your waist, his groin moving firmly against you, like he couldn't help himself and wanted to be closer even if he was already fully inside of you. 

“Fuck, look at you, honey. Look at you sitting on top of me. Where you belong. You're gonna move, honey? You gonna help me get there? Yeah you are, right? Worked hard all day, come home, let my wife fuck me.”

You wanted to cover your face, but your hands were busy holding onto his chest to give you strength to do what he said. His words guiding your body, wanting to help him. Give him all of you, he deserved it. He wanted it. You needed to give him what he wanted. 

You moved, unsure at first, breathing heavy as his words made you throb where you were connected. 

“I can feel you, sweetheart. You're eager to give it to me, huh? If you weren't already pregnant, I would knock you up right now. Just like I did the first time we made love. Didn't that show you we were meant to be together? Only took one time. Bred you so easily. Because you're so good, honey. Giving me all I need, huh?”

You orgasmed again, squeezing him and he shook with the effort of trying to hold himself back. You collapsed, your muscles not used to the exertion in this position, but he just turned you over again, his teeth already on your neck, biting you gently to give you another high. 

You squirmed and grabbed him tight, legs wrapping around him as much as you could. Belly pressed against yours warmly, as he kept murmuring to you while he picked up the pace. 

“Fucking best wife ever. Perfect. Everyday, I can't believe you're there, all loving on me. I'm never gonna let you do, I'm gonna keep fucking you like this. Knock you up again. Yeah, you like that, won't you? Me knocking you up again right after? Keeping you pregnant. Fucking my come into you just like a good Alpha would. Loving you always. Love - love you…”

He groaned like he was in pain as he released, triggering you to go with him again. It kept coming, you felt it seep into you, warm inside of you and you were keening. Clutching onto him because you didn't want him to leave, but he pulled out a little later and you whined. 

That wasn't what you wanted. He needed to be near again. Nearer. Why was he doing this to you? You cried a little, even if you didn't know why, and he shushed you.

“It's okay, honey. It's okay. Just can't lock you right now, you wanted me to eat your food, baby. And it's going to get cold if I knot you. You'll be so disappointed if it does. You know that, right? And I'm not going to disappoint you. But I tell you what. After dinner, I'm going to love you real good, all night if you want. Yeah, you want that? You want me inside you all night? Going to feel me during the day tomorrow. Remind you who you belong to. That's sounds good? I want that, sweetheart, wish I could carry you inside of me as well. But I'll come home and love you some more. Will keep me going through the day. So eager to go home to my wife and make her know how much I miss her every day.”

You pressed your face to his chest. You couldn't speak. It was too much. Your love was too much. You felt him. Inside and out. And you never wanted it to be over. 

But after a few minutes he pulled away from you and you nearly sobbed again.

“Come on, honey. Time to eat. That baby is going to need some food to grow, and can't have you faint on me. You need your strength. Remember what I told you. Tonight, baby. And I'm starving for that steak.” He smiled at you softly, helping you up. “ No, leave your clothes, it's warm enough in the house, and I can warm you up if you're cold. Let's go.”

Both of you were naked as you went down the stairs, your hands occasionally touching him, like you couldn't resist. He threw you a smile every time you did. 

While he was eating - sounds of appreciation throughout every bite - he mentioned to you; “think it's time to start nesting, sweetheart. You've been clinging onto me more than usual, and all the books told me those are signs you're ready.”

You listened, frowning slightly because you didn't understand. 

Lee had borrowed basically every book from the library about pregnancy and expecting, while you barely could read a paragraph before throwing the book in a corner. 

All that information made you stressed and you'd rather not know. It was scary. And while a part of you knew you couldn't avoid it, you preferred pretending it wasn't going to happen. 

The idea that a whole baby was going to come out of - no! You started sweating even thinking about it. 

But Lee took it upon himself to find out everything there was to know about the whole process. And he helped you settle down, and told you when you needed to know something. Sometimes it took you a little harder to calm afterwards, but he was always there. Guiding you, comforting you. And if it was really bad, he explored your whole body until you couldn't think of anything else. 

“I'm going to start ordering some things, honey. And your mom talked about that nesting blanket she used when she was expecting you, remember? Last dinner? I'm going to scent it real good so it'll smell like me. One of the reasons I'm working so hard lately, sweetheart. Going to let Jenkins take over while I'm here, I hope he isn't going to fuck it up, but it'll be his head on the plate if he does, because I'm not going to leave you alone for the last month.”

You grabbed his hand feeling all kinds of things at once. Worry, sure, but mostly love. You wouldn't want to do this with anyone else. He was the best man on earth and he proved it all over again. 

Part two

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I realized I forgot to reblog this. I really like this series. I love that Bucky realizes he has to be nicer. Is Bucky the large wolf in the castle and that was following reader in the woods? Does he not remember when he shifts into a wolf, because he acts like he hasn't seen her before now? You don't have to answer that if that will give stuff away, but I really like this series.

Trying To Save Me, Part 3

Summary: you make a deal with the white wolf

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings:  explicit language, crude language, crude sexual talk, bit of a mention of a breeding kink, teasing, a bit of a chase kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.5K

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Bucky’s crystalline eyes peer out into the early morning frost. White and ice. The only thing he has ever seen outside his window. He was promised so many things, and while some of those promises are just right outside his door, he feels further away than he’s ever been.

His chest rises and falls peacefully despite the irritation that courses through his blood, and he tries to keep it controlled. Control is something he’s been lacking. You just make him feel so feral. You breathe the possibility of a normal world without snow, and still you refuse him. Denying your fate, and the prophecy itself. But also him. It’s infuriating.

An arm lays over his body, and it takes everything inside Bucky to not recoil in anger. They were all wrong. Sex without feeling pleasure really isn’t even worth it. They meant nothing to him, apart from the need to quench his unsatiated desire, but they never do. Their scents were disgusting, cloying even. And this one in particular is becoming the bane of his existence.

Her hand roams further down his body, traveling so low that she grips the base of his soft cock. A deep rumble erupts out his mouth, and she doesn’t get the warning. Her lips start kissing over his naked back, although it’s more eating him with her open mouth, and disgusting saliva dampening his flesh. His breathing comes out in low growls. He wants her gone. Wants her hands off him.

She moans at the feeling of his heated skin. Not realizing the heat is emanating his anger. She annoyingly whines out, “Your highness,” before pulling him towards her, so he lays on his back, and her leg swings over his body. “Fuck me,” they always desire more the next morning, and he rarely gives in to them. He’s tired and has received nothing from her. “Come on, baby, fuck me.”

“No,” he answers simply, but she grinds down viciously, continuing her pleas. Bucky allows her another few rolls of her hips before an animalistic noise barks out, and he snaps his teeth. The woman scurries off his body, pulling her tattered clothes around her. “You may leave.”

Stunned, she looks at him oddly. He hates this kind of woman. “Go!” He shouts, throwing a blanket at her. “Get out!” Gathering up the blanket, she wraps it around her body before fleeing his chambers. Meeting Steve on the way out.

“I thought I told you to leave?” Bucky says with no emotion.

“You didn’t,” Bucky peeks his eyes open, and looks at his friend blankly. “Your princess is getting more irritable, and cold in her cage. I think it’s time to cover your body, and tend to her.”

“She won’t let me,” not in the way that he wanted to tend to you. You didn’t even want him anywhere near your body, much less allow him to show you some kindness. A stubborn mule.

Steve goes to the king’s closet before tossing a few things at him, “I didn’t say fuck her. I said tend to her. Do you honestly think a girl who has lived alone, survived alone, and was taught to fear us, and you particularly you, is going to get on her knees and beg you to fuck a baby in her?”

Bucky’s brow cocks up as he stretches in the bed. He throws two legs over the bed, and reaches towards his clothes, “It’d be much easier if she did.”

“And then she wouldn’t be who the prophecy talked about, now would she?” Bucky supposes Steve is right. Doesn’t mean he wished he could easily fulfill their destiny, and his undying need to breed. It was nothing but what his body yearned to do, find its mate. So he was told that is what his unique urges meant. Maybe everyone was wrong.

“A woman like that will need time,” time that really wasn’t available. The kingdom is growing weaker from hunger.

“Do you think we have the time?” He asks, pointing towards his windows.

“I don’t think we really have a choice,” Bucky’s gaze goes blurry. Staring at absolutely nothing, but letting the words set in. He is the sole person responsible for changing the world. Well, with your help. “I don’t think taking the time to get acquainted with her, and to give her time is a bad thing. You could do with a bit more humanity.”

Bucky snorts, stretching his aching bones again. Winter is bitter in so many ways. “Might I suggest the sacred garden?”

“No,” it’s premature to take you there. To give you a taste of what could be outside. You hadn’t earned that place yet. “She can go outside, and look at what was the garden,” Steve only shrugs as he opens the door. And Bucky walks to it, getting an eye full of you glaring up at him through furrowed brows.

“You appear cold, Lumi,” what you appear is irritated that some whore came out of his bedroom again. “Although the cold does make your nipples look especially delicious,” Bucky gets a knock in the back of his head from Steve, “I apologize for my outburst. Steve, go fetch Wanda, so she can get dressed.”

You didn’t want or need her to help you again. You are fully capable of getting yourself dressed. Unless it’s yet another layer upon layer of skirts. Lacing up a corset would pose some difficulties as well. Okay, maybe for this type of dressing you did need someone.

Bucky leans up against the opposite side of the hall, his cold eyes never stopping their assessment of you. “Do you have to stare at me like you’re going to be quizzed about my anatomy?”

“Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s fucking weird,” Bucky groans, but doesn’t stop looking at you. You’ve never had someone study you quite as hard as he is. He looks positively enthralled with you just sitting there, doing absolutely nothing but staring right back at him.

Wanda comes to you, her hands filled with skirts, and silks. Clearing her throat, Bucky at least turns around, giving you the tiniest bit of privacy, even though you’re in a hallway. Without speaking, you just allow Wanda to assist you in every aspect of getting dressed. Gone would be the pants, and ability to flee quickly. And even in this fortress of a castle, you didn’t have enough wits about you to get out of the winding maze.

A deep growl grows from Bucky’s chest, and you glance up to him. His face is reddened, and teeth baring, “Turn. The. Other. Way,” he grits, and you look over your shoulder to see a man retreating down the hallway.

“Wanda,” Bucky turns towards her as she pulls the silk dress over your head. Bending down, she straightens everything up before she stands upright to look at Bucky. “Have Steve bring the cage into my bedroom. I won’t have people coming up and viewing their future queen in such an intimate way.”

While you’re thankful, you want to roll your eyes. Wasn’t it him that had you on all fours, looking at your cunt while his court was in the same room? Maybe they were different. Wanda places the necklace that is actually Bucky’s leash for you over your neck before curtsying and leaving you and Bucky alone.

He surprises you by holding up a hand for you to take, and greedily, you accept. For as cold as you always are, Bucky’s hands are more like a crackling fire. Everything about him is warm. Except his cold eyes and demeanor. His body, and movements radiate heat. And while he’s alone with you, even his attitude isn’t quite so cold.

“You’re not the only one thrust into this prophecy, you know?” A decades old prophecy that had cursed your father, and family. And cursed Bucky. What a stupid curse to affect the entire kingdoms. Kingdom. Seeing how there’s only one now. “I didn’t want to marry you either.”

You scoff, looking over towards him, “I mean,” he stutters. Did you actually make him rethink his approach? “Imagine being told your whole life you were to marry someone you didn’t know. Imagine having this madness consume you as you searched the snow for one person. Wildlings are a bit more adept in the winter than most of us here. My people have become spoiled and lazy on how to protect themselves, relying only on the castle, and our army.”

“You’re using ‘they’ as if you’re not doing the same thing,” he huffs out of a laugh, and you wish he would tell you more. There’s more to Bucky than you initially thought. But his hot and cold behavior are more than you can stand. “What do you know about the life outside of these walls?”

“You’d be surprised. A king doesn’t just sit on his throne, while everyone else around him gets worked to the bones. No, I like to dive in and just be as big a part of something as my soldiers. Sometimes more,” you highly doubt that. You even doubted that Bucky went outside the castle city. He stayed inside the walls for protection. None of the wildlings were particularly fond of the king and his court. Not that they ever could control the wildlings. It’s a cruel and harsh world out there. Most just leave them to their devices.

“You doubt me. I’ve been further past the castle walls than most would believe. I’ve always had this ability to look completely different if I will it. Nobody ever wonders if it’s me,” it isn’t quite difficult to accomplish that. If he dressed in different clothes than his finery, then he would blend in with the crowd. “What was it like to live out there?”

“You live in constant fear,” Bucky’s gaze turns towards the front, ignoring you beside him. “Especially once my tribe was killed off. Malik was murdered, and I think I know why now. My mother — she died of pneumonia. Jarrod was the last to die, or maybe he lived. He fell through some ice, so I’m assuming He perished. Everyone else it was different things. We were nomads, so we were more vulnerable in ways.”

“Why were you nomads?”

He looks back towards you, and your mouth quirks up, “We were trying to avoid you,” you chuckle, realizing how stupid you had been. If you were always going to end up in his clutches, why run? Why allow yourself to waste away out there, becoming more weak. In here, you could fight back. “Seems pointless now.”

“Maybe that’s the way it was intended,” he swings open the door to a smaller more intimate dining area, waiting for you to enter first. He’s such a strange and difficult man. He’d almost be likable if it wasn’t his quick need to go completely feral with sexual comments.

You retreat into your mind as you think about the alternatives, weighing out the pros and cons of being here. With him. Who would you be if you decided to let destiny control your life? Could you kill Bucky? Would that end this stupid prophecy? Allow him to live long enough for winter to be over, and then kill him. That doesn’t sound like the worst idea. Not by a long shot.

“We should get some food in you. You need to gain weight,” for him to see if gaining weight would round you out enough for your first cycle. You’re not blind in his thinking. But if the food here is as good as it was the other night, it would be worth it.

You take a peek towards the king as he guides you through the icy gardens. It is unsettling. Frozen statues, and fountains. The trees are more of a shell than a living thing. Everything has a sharpness to it. Pointed lines where they should be soft and curved, instead now they had icicles growing off of them. Giving them a nearly demonic appearance.

Bucky walks quietly with you. His breathing constantly changes as he starts to say something to you, but then changes his mind. He’s been a bit strange since breakfast. Normally he never shuts up with his disgusting tongue, and now he can’t come up with the words to say.

“How did you remain chaste?” That didn’t last long. He seriously is a pig. “Especially when you were alone.”

“Do you think it was easy to not find company in a man?” His brows turn into hard lines as he stares at a frozen fountain. “You men are all the same. You can’t think straight when there’s warm flesh around you.”

“It sure beats the cold,” he mumbles more to himself, but you hear. You hear everything. “So you’ve never once thought about inviting some man into your tent with you?” You laugh, starting to walk away from him. He would open his mouth and ruin the somewhat nice morning.

“What’s so funny?”

“Sex has blinded you, Your Highness. You don’t think women are worth anything more than laying on their back, and taking your seed. Waiting for them to become round and full of you. Can you not look out here and see why that is the worst thing that you could possibly do? Why would I bring a child into this chaos of winter? Why would I allow myself the vulnerability to submit to some man.”

“You’d enjoy it,” you scoff, turning a corner, right into a frozen hedge maze. Sex could not be all that great, not when you had the consequences of raising a child in this cold hel. Bucky stays right on your heels. He breathes in deeply, and if you were a crazy person, you’d assume he was scenting you like a wild dog would. “Oh, you’d enjoy being on your knees as I fuck into your warmth. Your toes curling right as I hit that spot deep inside you that makes your eyes go cross, and your fingers can’t grab onto anything to steady you enough.”

“Just sex, hmm?” You’d heard that there is so much more than the physical activity of a man entering inside of you. You’d heard of men that feasted between a woman’s legs, while she goes outside of her body from blinding pleasure.

He snarls as he walks in front of you, sniffing up your body before you spin around and go down a different way in the maze. “What’s got you so riled up?” He spits out, but doesn’t follow you.

“Excuse me?” You ask, stopping to look over your shoulder. “What do you mean riled up?”

“I mean that your heart is speeding up,” you place a hand on your heart before you angrily walk faster. “That vein on your neck is pulsing just as quickly as the throb between your legs,” he didn’t know shit. He knew nothing about you.

“Oh, I see, you want romance. You don’t want to be the only one to submit. You want me down on my knees while I drink your essence. Have my tongue driving into your tight little hole before sucking on that pretty little clit,” you turn right, practically running to get away from him. “Would it be so bad to see me feasting on you like a starving wolf, while my eyes stare up at you like a helpless lamb?”

You wish he would shut up. He is clouding your brain and judgment, and you can’t think with his voice ringing in your ear. Turn left. Starting to pick up speed to get away from him, “I wouldn’t run if I were you.”

“Fuck you,” you flee. You run as fast as you can in these stupid skirts. Why were there so many layers? Why are you here alone? He could take you right here, right now, in this maze and nobody would be any the wiser. Left.

You peek over your shoulder, and see no one. Picking up your speed when you take another right. Running deeper and deeper into the center of the maze, and further from any exit or entrance. You need to be back in the castle. Back where there could be an audience, and they might stop Bucky. Away from him alone.

He’s wrong. “I’m not wrong, Lumi!” Fuck him. That was just luck. He had no idea what thoughts you had. You stop in the center of the maze, in a big round opening as you spin around. There are too many options on which way to go. It hurts your head to think about. Taking one step forward, Bucky lands in front of you like a wild man.

You cower backwards before ultimately falling on your ass. You hate him and his ability to humiliate you. “What are you doing?”

“You were going the wrong way,” you open your mouth to speak before he covers it. “If you say, ‘fuck you,’ again to me, I just might. Don’t tempt me. You’re a complete, and utter mess,” he lends you a hand, but you refuse it, and stand up on your own.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he circles around your body, his crystal eyes dark pools of lust. He bares his teeth as he sniffs you again.

“I can smell your pussy from here,” Bucky looks down at your body with the most devilish grin. “Don’t act like you don’t want me to rut into you like a dog. You’re quivering, slick, and swollen, and just so curious about what my cock will feel like in your cunt.”

“What would you know?” You ask him as he continues to circle around your body. A wolf playing with his food before he attacks. It’s haunting, and you try not to think about just how terrified you are.

“I know that you can try to deny who you’re destined to be. But you will fail. And you will let me mount you like the bitch in heat you are,” you glare at him, letting him walk around you again before he stands right in front of you. His stature towering over you.

“You’re disgusting,” you whisper, but his grin gets even more menacing.

“Yeah? Then what does that make you?” You didn’t fully understand what he meant by that comment. “I bet if I just settled my hand over you cunt, I could feel how hot you are. Aren’t you curious to know why your pussy is fluttering so much?”

Yeah, but you weren’t going to tell him that. “It’s who you were meant to be. Mine. Yeah, you’re making me completely feral with your refusal to mate with me. I’m going crazy here, smelling you, and feeling the vibrations off your pussy. You’re destined to be mine, and even your body knows that. It knows how amazing it will feel to have me buried so deep into you, there’s nothing that will separate us.”

He sniffs again, smiling when he looks down. You don’t know how he knows, or what it is he’s doing, but it hurts. There’s an ache so deep in your core that you squish your thighs together. Bouncing back and forth on your feet, and it offers you a little comfort. “What’s wrong princess? Is your body aching for friction?”

“Your words!” You scream, pushing at his chest, but he grabs your wrists, and pulls your body flush with his. “I hate you!” He settles your hand over his heart, and he’s just as hot and calm as ever. The beat steady, low, and barely there. He must be inhuman.

“Yes, while you’re heart is racing out of your chest, mine is soft. Are you jealous?” No. You’re infuriated that he has a hold of you. He flattens a hand on your chest, shushing you when he feels just how fast it is beating.

“I hate you,” you repeat. You hate him so much. You’re forced to be at his side for all eternity? Fuck that.

“I know you do, but I can offer you something that no one else ever has.”

“A cock? Several men have offered, and one even got his cut off,” Bucky’s maniacal chuckle echoes out into the icy garden before he bends his knee, and yanks you over his thigh. Hands on your hips he starts moving you over his leg, and you annoyingly sigh.

“Relief,” he’s such a cocky asshole, but this isn’t too bad. It’s quite nice, and you know you’re making yourself a fool in front of him, but this is the most relaxed you have ever felt. It’s the best you’ve ever felt as warmth builds up from the inside out. “Doesn’t that feel nice, Lumi?”

“Unfortunately,” he growls before he buries his face into your neck. His lips are so warm despite the frigid air outside. He softly kisses up your neck before nibbling right below your ear, and you whimper when he pierces the skin slightly. You claw at his arms to drive you harder over his extended leg. While it feels good, surely it could feel better.

“Now, imagine yourself sitting on my knee, facing me while I pinch those pretty little nipples of yours. Urging you to go harder and faster on my knee, while you make such a filthy mess of my leg. You’re such a desperate thing, in need of more pleasure than this. Your pent up energy has weakened you, and you don’t realize it it. Don’t you want that, princess? Don’t you want to feel this good all the time?”

“Uh huh,” idiot! Why did you whine and say that? You are stronger than the primal feeling burrowing into your gut, well, more like your pussy at this point. You have always fought this urge, and now you’re a blubbering idiot that can’t contain your pleasure. Chocolate is better than this. Okay, maybe not. But this is cruel. Sex is a basic instinct, and he’s using it against you.

“You’ll look so pretty swollen with my pups,” an odd name to call children. “Together we can end this dreadful winter.”

You have a duty to the world. You could end winter. You alone, well, and Bucky could end the suffering. Are you ready to relent? To give in to him? Him of all people? The world is spinning, and if this feels good, what would laying down with him feel like?

“Only if…” you begin, trying to catch your breath. Your voice is wrecked, and you can’t think clearly. You are not the whining girl that lays down with a man for protection. You have a duty. This man is ruining you, and your new clothes. “Ultimatum.”

He stops his movement, pushing you off his leg, and straightens himself up. You’re thankful a tiny bit about the halt, but you also whimper because you want to feel more. Cursing yourself for wanting to continue the movement.

“I’m listening,” he arrogantly says. You straighten out your skirts before standing up straight, and looking into his darkened eyes.

“No more whores,” he nods his head once. He’d been waiting on you to ask that of him, and he will gladly oblige. “We go at my pace, not yours.”

“You go very slow,” Bucky tsks. Time is of the essence. The world is blanketed in a blizzard, and you wanted to be romanced.

“We go at my pace!” It isn’t a yell, but you raise your voice enough. “And you make me fall for you.”

“Marriage isn’t about love, Lumi,” it could be. But maybe you didn’t possess the power to fall for him either.

Backwards thinking of the royals. “Is it purely about pleasure then?”

“It’s about expanding your family legacy. Not to mention ending this snow globe we’re in.”

“Fine. If you can’t make me fall for you, then you need to make me tolerate you enough. I won’t be disrespected by you. I won’t be just a slab of meat for you to fuck. I will be your equal. If both of us end this terrible winter, then I’m just as important as you are, and I’ll be treated as such,” he snarls, but nods his head. “And you can quit being so fucking cruel.”

“Is it cruel of me to give you some relief?” He thought he was being kind to you. You needed it. You need more.

“Cruel is showing my pussy off to your court. I don’t want that,” he smirks. You might have been slightly humiliated, but you also liked everyone staring at you as your king inspected you. “Cruel is smelling me.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t smell so delicious. Your arousal is strong, and oh so sweet. You’re such a desperate little bitch that needs…” his fucking mouth!

“And can you quit talking like that? Ugh, you don’t make me want to fuck you, you repulse me when you call me a-a-a desperate little bitch.”

He chuckles, and nods his head. Is that so? “What’s so funny?”

“Because when I say it, and also when you say it, did you know that your heart rate peaks?” No it doesn’t. “It does. You’re curious. You want to know what it means. You want to not just take my cock, but also my,” he stops his words, and shakes his head. He walks right past you and back into the maze. His what?

“Well, lets go. It’s getting cold, and we have some sleeping arrangements to deal with.” We? “Yes, we. Your kennel can be put in my room, and maybe if you promise to behave, I’ll let you sleep in the bed with me.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Hmm,” he shrugs, taking a right into the maze. No, you’d rather be on his knee while he coaxes you through your first orgasm.

“What?” He’s frustring you. Know-it-all.

“Wouldn’t you like to know how good grinding on my thigh would be with your bare pussy?” Yes. No. Ugh! He’s obnoxious. “I know I would. I’d love to see just how wet you get.”

“You’re talking disgusting again,” you remind him. This is only going to work if he doesn’t have his foul mouth.

“How about I make a deal?” You’d prefer it if he didn’t. “I can talk filthy when it’s just us. You can say what you want, too, princess, and your scent is getting that much sweeter. You’re heating up so fucking much. It’s delicious. I think you need to get out of your head. Let me privately offer you some relief.”

“Only if I ask for it or you,” he doesn’t quite enjoy that thought. He’d much rather have you be putty in his hands. But you can handle him. His filthy mouth is annoying if not invigorating. But maybe you can tame the beast that resides inside him. But even your white wolf didn’t act like this. Bucky always seemed like he was in a need to rut.

“Am I allowed a pet?”

“No,” he answers shortly. “There are to be no animals in the castle. We’re struggling to feed our people. We don’t need another mouth to feed.”

Hmm, he says that, but the wolf always finds a way to you. Bucky will just have to deal, or you might feed him to your wolf.

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yay! Reader let him stay. I love this story.

Hold You Tight: Part 14

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 13 | Series Masterlist | Part 15

Chapter Word Count: Over 5k

Chapter Summary: The manager of The Red Room gives you a little advice regarding your situation with Bucky.

Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, backstory, reference to stalking, hopelessness. inner turmoil, slight feels, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: More Hold You Tight! I realize some of this may feel like filler, but it's happening for a reason. Thank you for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Ray kept a close but respectable distance as he took you to his car. It was similar to the vehicle he drove Bucky around in, but a slightly different shade of black that wasn’t as flashy. You should've spotted it sooner, but you weren’t exactly looking for it, were you?

“Have you just been driving around following me all day?” you asked once you were in the car.

“I followed you on foot, too. I’m good at blending in,” he said, giving you a sideways glance as he buckled up and made sure you were buckled up, too. There was no boasting in his statement, just truth. “It wouldn't surprise me if I’m the one asked to stay nearby when you join your friends on Saturday.”

“But perhaps if she really does want to go and you’re unable to accompany her, boss, someone could discreetly keep an eye on her.”

With his looks and massive build, he shouldn’t be able to blend in so easily. How many people paid that close attention to their surroundings though? You hadn’t before. You needed to be on guard more. And what was that going to do to your stress levels?

At least it would be Ray watching if he was asked and not one of Bucky’s other friends.

“Well, I hope watching me drink wine doesn't bore you,” you said, glancing out the window as he drove off, watching the cars and people go by. “How did you get so good at what you do?”

“Making sure you're safe doesn't bore me,” he said. Ironic considering his boss put you in danger. “And I think that’s a story for another time.”

Ray said he had been working for Bucky for a few years. You wondered just how they met. There had to be a story there. “Do you ever think about walking away from it?” you asked curiously, bringing your gaze back to him while he kept his eyes on the road. “I mean, you have a life outside of this, right?”

Did he have family? Friends? A loved one? He had to have a hobby at least. Something.

He tapped a finger on the steering wheel. “Do you think one simply walks away?”

“No, I guess not,” you replied. It was unlikely that you would ever escape, but you didn’t know how it was for people who willingly ran in circles with men like Bucky. You still had a lot to learn. “But I’d like to think there’s hope for you if that’s what you want.”

“I appreciate the hope and I don’t want you to lose that,” he said, sparing you a sad glance. “But you should place it elsewhere.”

Where exactly would you place that hope when Bucky continued to infect everything in your life?

You nodded once, feeling a bit sad for him, too. He just seemed different from the others Bucky surrounded himself with. “Sorry for the questions.”

“Don't apologize,” he said, tapping the steering wheel again. “It’s nice that you care enough to ask.”

You smiled to yourself, content to sit in silence after that. Grabbing your phone from your bag, you aimlessly scrolled through your messages and stopped at Bucky’s name. There were no new messages, but would he send something at the stroke of midnight? And if he was in a mood without you around and Ray eventually told him that Zemo introduced himself to you, what would he do?

“We’re here,” Ray said after a minute, parking his car in front of a tall, sleek building and getting out. He held up a hand to stop the valet from opening the door for you, opting to help you out himself. “This way.”

The sleek theme continued as you went into the lobby and you understood why it was called The Red Room. The color was everywhere, balanced out by a mix of black and gray and soft lighting. The nearby sofa and chairs looked high-quality, as did the art. It appeared to be an oasis of luxury and a place for a well deserved break.

You stopped Ray before you got to the desk. “How much is a room? I get paid tomorrow, but…” You had some money in savings you could transfer over to cover what was surely an expensive cost.

“You haven't checked your account today, have you?”

Taking out your phone with a furrowed brow, you quickly logged into your bank account. An embarrassing squeak came out when you saw the amount, your eyes wide as you looked between your phone and Ray. That had to be some sort of mistake. There was no way…

Bucky.

“He put money in my account?” you whispered, double checking the amount to make sure your eyes weren't deceiving you. Why did he do that? “I can't…”

“He did and he won't take it back if you try,” Ray confirmed. “Regardless of how much you now have, if my boss found out that I suggested you stay here and made you pay he’d have my head.”

“Well, what’s the point of having this money then?” you pressed.

Not that you intended to use it. Spending even a dime of it would likely encourage Bucky to give you more. Or was it a test to see if you would spend it? Would he know if you did?

Maybe, just maybe, you could get Addison and Brady a nice wedding gift.

“To make sure you're taken care of in every possible way,” he said, gesturing to you to move forward.

“Welcome to The Red Room,” a woman in a black dress smiled, Ingrid from the name on her tag. “Do you have a reservation?”

“We do not,” Ray said, sliding a card over. “And I’ll need to speak with Natalia regarding a room, please.”

“Natalia?” Ingrid’s smile didn’t slip, but a hardened look took over her eyes and you suddenly felt uncomfortable. “I’m afraid that’s-”

“It’s fine, Ingrid. I’ll be happy to take care of them.” A redhead in a similar black dress walked over, her heels echoing on the marble floor. She carried herself with grace and power and looked like she could snap your neck without breaking a sweat. So did Ingrid for that matter. “Why don’t you go on break?”

“Of course.” Ingrid’s smile was back on her face. “Enjoy your stay,” she added, gliding away.

“Raymond. Good to see you,” Natalia said, her voice warm as he gave her a nod. “You’ll have to excuse Ingrid. She gets a little protective when anyone asks for Natalia. You know you're one of the only men around who still calls me that.”

“It’s your name, is it not?” he asked, though her tag read Natasha.

“Indeed it is. Maybe one day you’ll call me Natasha,” she said, cocking an eyebrow at you. You didn’t think she was judging you, but you still felt a little self conscious under her gaze. “I wasn't supposed to meet you until later. I also expected Bucky to be with you when that happened.”

You held your breath before you remembered that Ray said the manager had worked with Bucky before. “So you know who I am,” you said. For Bucky to preach about your safety, a lot of people were aware of who you were. “Does everyone know who I am?”

The corner of her lip quirked up. “Not everyone,” she said, turning her attention to Ray. “Why is she here early? Did something happen?”

“She needs a place to stay for the night and she’s not to be disturbed. That includes my boss.”

She raised an eyebrow again. “Understood. I’ll give her suite 213 and put you just across the hall.” Her fingers flew across the keyboard before she slid the card back to Ray. “Follow me.”

“Isn’t a suite a bit much?” you asked. And for Ray to pay for that, you had to pay him back somehow.

She paused to stare at you. “All of the rooms here are nice, but the suites are a bit more spacious. It’ll give you room to breathe while you relax,” she gently spoke. “You look like you could use some rest.”

Did she know the extent of what you had gone through? You weren’t claustrophobic but with Bucky smothering you, breathing and rest didn’t come to you as easily. “I appreciate that,” you said. A spacious area would feel nice.

She nodded, pressing the elevator button. “You’re also welcome to book anything in the spa at no charge and whatever you’d like from the restaurant or room service menu is on the house.”

You gaped at her. “So because I’m Bucky’s girl, you’ll just give me these things for free?” you asked, noticing that she stood on one side of you and Ray on the other. “I mean, I’m not trying to sound ungrateful, but there’s no need for the special treatment.”

Everyone so far in Bucky’s circle fawned over you. But what had you done to earn anything? Nothing. All you did was catch the eye of a powerful man.

“Nothing in life is free. There’s a price for everything,” she said above a whisper. “And I know you’re not ungrateful. You’re just not used to it.”

You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it since you grew up with the belief that you had to work for what you were given. “You asked why I was here early. When exactly was I supposed to meet you?”

“Not to spoil the surprise, but Bucky booked a dinner reservation and our best suite for a romantic evening.” She gave Ray a glance, who didn’t look too pleased. “I think he plans to tell you the day of, if I had to guess.”

“Wonderful,” you muttered, a shiver running through your body. You weren't an idiot. If Bucky booked a suite for the two of you, he’d expect you to sleep with him.

“I thought you were good at keeping secrets, Natalia,” Ray uttered.

“I’m very good at keeping secrets that are actually worth keeping, Raymond,” she retorted.

“I’m glad you told me,” you said. In her defense, you asked a question and she gave you an almost direct answer. “Besides, it’s just another thing to add to the list of ‘surprises’ for today. Bucky having Ray follow me. Meeting Zemo.”

“Zemo?” She didn’t give anything away, but she gave Ray another look. This guy didn’t seem to have a lot of fans. “You met Zemo? When?”

“He introduced himself to me at the park just before we came here,” you replied.

She pursed her lips when the elevator door opened. “I can’t wait to hear how Bucky responds to that.”

Your stomach sank. You saw what he did to John after he insulted you. Zemo likely wouldn’t fare much better, but he also seemed to be a bigger player in whatever went on in the city.

“Will you let me do a sweep before she goes in?” Ray asked before Natasha could open the door.

“No one has been in this room and no one knew you were coming here, but I know you'll be chewed out if you don’t,” she said, stepping aside for him.

“You’re not planning to bug the place, are you, Ray?” You didn’t want to think he would, but you had to ask.

He didn’t look offended by the question. If anything, he seemed to understand your concern. “This is meant to be a safe haven for the rest of the day. I won’t take that from you,” he promised, shutting the door behind him. It was nice to have him somewhat on your side, even in the smallest capacity.

The hall was eerily quiet as you stood alone with the redhead. Your gaze darted back and forth, expecting Bucky to waltz in and tell you that this wasn’t a haven at all. That he’d drag you to the suite bed and do whatever he pleased.

“I’ve been told you have a kind heart,” Natasha said, bringing your attention back to her. “That’s good for Bucky.”

“Is it?” you asked, looking down the hall again.

“Relax,” she urged. “You don’t have to feel nervous here. You’re safe.”

“You work with Bucky, so I’m naturally going to feel nervous and suspicious,” you said. You wouldn’t apologize for that. “How much do you know about me?”

“A man named Jake who does security and surveillance works for both Bucky and I. When Bucky needed him for an extended period of time, I was naturally curious as to why. He gave me just enough pieces to put the puzzle together.”

“So you know I’m trapped,” you said. She had to know it wasn’t a consensual relationship.

“More or less,” she said.

“And let me guess. This Jake guy specializes in bugs and listening devices?”

“Hmm. So you know about the bugs,” she said. Bucky was all too proud to share that when you asked. “Jake does specialize in those and you might meet him at some point. If and when you do, don't blame him for doing his job, please. Not everyone gets to choose their line of work.”

“Well, I wish he would’ve stopped him,” you said. You could blame this guy, but it wouldn't do you any good. Like Natasha said, he may not have had a choice.

“If it’s any consolation, he wasn’t pleased when he realized he was helping bug an innocent person's place, but he has a sister and niece to consider,” she said, giving you a hard stare when you opened your mouth. “And before you ask because I know you’ll ask, I can’t help you.”

You tried not to get upset at her immediate denial to help. “May I ask why not?”

She sighed, toying with the delicate gold necklace around her neck. You wondered if the arrow charm was symbolic. “The women who work here… We didn’t exactly have the best upbringing and we didn’t have much freedom, even as adults. Including my sister,” she explained, a haunted look taking over her eyes momentarily. “But Bucky stepped in some time ago and helped us. Without him, I wouldn’t have been able to open this place or give us normal life. I’ll be forever in his debt for that.”

“He helped you?” you asked. Marc mentioned that he donated to the local hospital and charities, but this was something else. Was this a normal hotel or some kind of refuge?

“He did. When he isn't doing bad things, he actually does some good,” she answered, still toying with her necklace. “In all the time I’ve known him, there have only been two things I’ve ever heard him say he wants and you’re one of them. If I help take you away from him, I don’t know what he’ll do.”

“So you won’t help me, but it’s really more like you can’t,” you guessed. She was essentially in Bucky’s pocket and had to think of the women under her employment and her sister. She couldn’t put them in danger. “No one will help me.”

“Barnes isn’t the kind of man you win a fight against. It’s better for most to stay on his good side than to be his enemy,” she said, putting a hand on your shoulder when you hung your head. “Hey. I’m not telling you to just lay over and accept your new relationship for what it is, but I don’t want you to be surprised when people keep telling you ‘no’ when you ask for help.”

“Everyone just looks the other way and that isn’t…” You bit your lip to keep from screaming.

“It isn’t fair. I know,” she whispered. Her sympathy didn't make you feel better. “I won’t make excuses for him because what he has done is awful, but he isn’t entirely evil. He’s… flawed. We all are.”

Would Bucky be so flawed if people didn’t enable him or look the other way? “Do you think I’ll get used to belonging to him? I keep fighting it, but…” Doors kept getting slammed in your face in terms of help and that hope continued to fade. Was it time to accept the inevitable?

She considered your question. “I can’t say if you’ll get used to it, but there’s a careful balance between embracing a circumstance while maintaining your own boundaries. You need to find that.”

“But I have no boundaries thanks to Bucky,” you argued. He took them away.

“Maybe not now, but you could get some back down the line. He isn’t a man most people win fights against, but he’s still just a man. Use what you know about him and sway him. You have a little more power than you think.”

You thought back to the club when Jax flirted with you. Bucky worked himself up, but your touch and soft demeanor helped calm him down. “I guess I could try,” you said. It seemed easy enough, but he was so good at swinging things in his favor that you had a hard time believing you had a chance.

“And it isn’t much, but I can offer you a space here to use on occasion if you need time away from him. I know you don’t believe he’ll let you use it, but I think you can convince him and you deserve a safe haven,” she said, smiling a little when she handed you a card. “I could even have one of the girls teach you some self defense if you’re interested in any lessons.”

You turned the card over. There was only a phone number listed and a black widow spider. “I appreciate the offer, Natasha,” you said, tucking it in your bag. It wasn’t freedom, but it was something. And whatever Natasha’s full story was, your heart went out to her. “Can I ask what the second thing is?”

“Excuse me?”

“You said Bucky has only wanted two things in the time you’ve known him and I’m one of them. What’s the other thing?”

She shook her head. “That’s for him to tell you.”

Ray came out of the room a moment later. “All clear. Not that I expected anything less from you and your staff, Natalia,” he said. It earned him a small smile as she passed his room card over. “I’ll be just across the hall if you need me.”

“And you can ask for me personally if you call the desk,” Natasha added.

“I appreciate it, but I’ll be fine,” you said honestly. As long as Bucky didn't show up. “I’ll just order some wine and food, curl up in bed, and finish reading my book.” You didn’t need much else.

“Are you sure?” Ray asked.

“I’m sure,” you smiled softly. He had done enough by bringing you there. “Thank you both.”

They each gave you a sympathetic gaze as you stepped inside and shut the door behind you. The red, black, and gray theme continued in the tastefully designed suite. It was the nicest hotel room you had ever been in. Too nice for someone like you.

Setting your bag down and removing your shoes, you went right to the bedroom with your phone and book. The large bed looked comfortable and inviting. Sighing as you stretched out, you stared at the ceiling and tried to reflect on what had recently transpired.

Natasha. She couldn't directly help you and she had her reasons, but she might be a good ally. She was at least in the camp that you deserved some sense of freedom and offered you a small form of sanctuary. It was better than nothing.

Ray, you still couldn't figure him out. Like Natasha, he wouldn't directly help you. Bucky said he was loyal and didn't let emotions cloud him. He seemed to care to an extent though.

You froze when a message popped up on your phone. It wasn't from Bucky though. It was from your coworker, Kate.

“Hey, girl! You know Clark? Pretty blue eyes. Super hot. He stopped in and asked when your next shift was.”

Your stomach twisted in knots. Why was he asking? “Hey. What did you tell him?”

Kate messaged back quickly and your stomach twisted up more. “Told him you’d be in tomorrow and he looked happy until Mrs. Crandle announced that you have a boyfriend?! Girl, WHAT?! I need all the details!”

You groaned and hid your face in the pillow. Mrs. Crandle meant no harm, but this was the last thing you needed. Maybe Clark wouldn't come around after hearing that. “I’ll tell you about it during our next shift together.”

You didn't look at your phone for the rest of the afternoon. Instead, you lost yourself in the pages of the book and only took a break to order a drink and meal from the room service menu. And true to Natasha’s word, no one disturbed you. The food was left outside of the door once ready. Natasha even had a nice pair of pajamas sent up for you.

It was a quiet and relaxing rest of the day.

But as the sun went down and you got ready for bed, you held up your left hand and looked at your bare ring finger. A shuddering breath left your lungs as you imagined a ring around your finger. How happy your friends would be that you found love. How happy Bucky would be to have you tied to him forever.

Glancing at the empty side of the bed after your delicious meal, you wondered how it was going to be sleeping next to Bucky. Was he a cuddler or would he want his own space? Would he hog the covers? You would find out soon enough, wouldn't you?

But for today, he left you alone. He kept his promise. Yes, he sent Ray to watch you, but he hadn't shown up or reached out. He actually gave you some space instead of smothering you. And with you in the suite, he didn't have eyes on you.

Who knows? Maybe his mood improved and he had a good day without you. One could only hope.

“Good night, Bucky,” you whispered, closing your eyes and getting the sleep you craved.

A loud knock on the door woke you. Slowly opening your eyes with a groan, you wondered what time it was. Your body alarm clock said it was too early. Stretching, you made your way to the door and stopped when you heard raised voices outside.

“Get the hell out of my way, Natasha.”

You gasped when you heard Bucky’s voice, the quick anger rushing through you making you clench your fists. God, you knew it. You knew he’d show up.

“Don't make me put you on your ass, Barnes.” Natasha didn't sound afraid at all. What was it like to not have fear? “I’ll repeat myself in case you didn't hear me the first time: My instructions were that she wasn't to be disturbed and that includes you. So unless you're checking in, I suggest you leave. The fact that you’re even on this floor after I promised no one would bother her-”

“He was up here to speak with me,” Ray cut in.

“And I did. Now I need to see her,” Bucky said, the desperation in his voice making your heart ache.

“Boss, it’s two in the morning.”

“Exactly. You need to let her sleep. It’s the least you could do,” Natasha urged.

“I promised her the day to herself, but that day is up and I have to see that she’s okay,” Bucky argued. You were lucky he didn't knock on your door at 12:01. “I just need to see her with my own eyes.”

The bugs at your place would've given him access to whatever he wanted, but he didn't have that in the suite. It was probably driving him crazy. He sure as hell sounded out of sorts.

“Wow, an entire day. How generous.” You almost laughed at Natasha’s snark. It was appreciated. “Is this about Zemo? I know he saw her at the park, but he hasn’t been around here. We both know I’d never allow him to set foot in the door without a very good reason.”

“I still need to deal with him and he’ll be lucky if I don’t kill him with my bare hands,” Bucky growled, making you tense up.

“You have enough blood on your hands, but what’s one more body?” Natasha asked, the conversation reminding you once again that Bucky was a killer. “Look, I’m not going to disturb her and neither should you.”

“Natasha-”

“No. You played this wrong, Barnes. You could've chosen a compassionate route of courting her and eased her into this, but you intimidated her from the start and made it so she won’t ever be free of you. Maybe you're more like your father than-”

The sound of something colliding with the nearby wall made you jump back from the door, your heart thudding. It took a moment to get your bearings before you threw the door open to make sure Natasha was okay. The redhead, Ray, and Bucky all looked toward you and no one had a single mark on them. The wall beside the door, however, had a fist sized hole.

“Kotyonok,” Bucky smiled the second he saw you. He looked like he hadn't slept much. Good. Now he knew how it felt.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, not having it in you to scream, cry, or anything else. “And did you just punch a hole in the wall?”

He chuckled sheepishly, brushing off his gloved hand. “Yeah, I did that.”

He was unbelievable.

“I’m so sorry he woke you,” Natasha said, putting out an arm to stop Bucky when he stepped forward. “Back up, Barnes. You’ve seen for yourself that she’s fine.”

“Yep. I’m fine.” You gestured to yourself and yawned. “Can I please go back to sleep?”

“Can I come in for just a minute?” Bucky asked, a touch of guilt in his eyes when you narrowed yours. He was pushing his luck when all you wanted to do was go back to bed. “Please?”

“Apologize to Natasha for damaging her property,” you demanded. He had no right to do that.

“I’m sorry, Natasha,” he sincerely stated.

Natasha’s mouth parted before her cool expression took over again. “Thankfully no one else was on this floor, so you hopefully didn't disturb anyone else.”

Bucky's eyes were still on you, full of longing. “May I please come in?”

You mulled over it. Technically he still kept his promise and let you be for a day. You could be angry later that he showed up so early. For now, you needed sleep.

“Come in,” you said, surprising everyone, yourself included. “It’s fine,” you assured Natasha and Ray.

The redhead nodded after a moment and lowered her arm, but the bodyguard shot his boss a subtle glare. “You know I'll have to bill you for the damage,” Natasha told Bucky.

“I know,” he said. He could afford it.

“Thank you, Ray. Natasha. I hope you both get some rest, too,” you said, letting Bucky into the suite and shutting the door.

Bucky let out a breath as he looked you over, but didn't move any closer when you backed up. Of course he had to invade what was meant to be your haven for the night. Strangely, you weren't as nervous as usual to have him so close. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you mumbled, crossing your arms when he slipped his jacket off. “You really couldn't wait until after sunrise to see me?”

“I’m sorry. I was up late at the club and Ray said you were here and… I missed you,” he explained, his expression soft.

It was kind of nice to be missed. “I’m sure you did,” you yawned again. “King of the loopholes,” you added under your breath.

He ran a gloved hand through his hair. “And I’m sorry about Zemo. I should've known he would-”

You shook your head quickly. “Nope. Not having this talk when I'm still sleepy,” you said, heading toward the bedroom. It was too heavy of a discussion to have in the middle of the night. “Take your shoes off. We both know you aren't leaving.”

He looked surprised all over again when you looked back at him. “You’re letting me stay?” he asked, a smile on his face like you handed him a gift. “You aren't telling me to leave?”

“Stay or go, up to you, but I'm going back to sleep,” you said, curling up on the bed. “And if you sleep next to me, don't you dare let your hands wander.”

“And you’re letting me lay with you,” he said, the mattress dipping beside you. “You’re being very agreeable.”

“You’re lucky I’m choosing to be nice instead of kicking your ass or letting Natasha kick your ass for disturbing me and my sleep,” you said, tensing up when he spooned you, his arm wrapped tight around you and his breath warm against your neck. “We have some things to talk about when I wake up.”

Ray following you. Zemo. Natasha’s offer. Bucky’s mom. Your relationship.

“We can talk about whatever you want,” he whispered, nuzzling you gently as your eyes shut. “Did you miss me yesterday?”

“No,” you mumbled.

Your reply didn't stop him from chuckling. “Not even a little bit?”

You sighed. “If I say ‘yes’, will you let me sleep?”

“I will,” he answered.

“I missed you a little,” you said, snuggling further into the pillow. He placed his hand over yours and you blamed your tiredness for why you didn't tense up again. “Now sleep.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your neck, but didn't push any further, thankfully. “Thank you for letting me hold you.”

Your heart clenched. He sounded so happy just to be around you, just to be in your space. You were his everything.

“You’re welcome,” you mumbled, drifting off not long after.

Your last thought before you fell asleep was that you hoped Bucky would behave himself.

Lovelies, I think we all knew Bucky would show up the first chance he had. What do we think of Natasha? Is she being truthful that she can't help or is she biding her time? Will Bucky behave? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[ashychangeling]

Fun story. When I was actively being stalked (both online and IRL), I contacted the police exactly one time. I showed them the physical notes that had been left under the wiper blade on my car after I blocked the man on social media. I showed them the previous Facebook messages this man had sent me that described, in detail, what he wanted to do to me.

The police said they couldn’t help me because the man had not actually physically done any of those things to me. He’d just talked about his desires. They even made excuses for him. He’s awkward. He’s lonely. You’re pretty. It’s a compliment.

So friendly reminder that when a man with a record and weapons makes verbal/written threats against a woman, there’s nothing police can do.

But when a frustrated woman being denied medical coverage with no record and no weapons makes a “verbal threat” against a corporation, she’s arrested immediately.

[ashychangeling]

tumblr friendships are hard to maintain like im sorry i know i havent talked to you in 5 months but you’re still super rad and i still consider us friends im just dumb

[ashychangeling]

alright come on hazel !