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Chapter 17 Courage

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It was a quiet day. Almost two months passed since the last time Grace had seen or heard from James. Sometimes, Natasha would reveal a tiny bit to her. Until now, Grace knew they were on the hunt, looking for Silas, aiming to destroy Hydra. Their group had apparently expanded, receiving support from the people of Wakanda.

It was a relief... that James was no longer a criminal in King T'Challa's eyes. Finding Silas could clear James' name, leading to a pardon from the government. He could finally lead a normal life, safe and no longer chased by anyone. Grace sighed hopefully, sinking into the chair beside her. She imagined James enveloping her, his musky scent and warmth embracing her.

Longing and need replaced her frustration.

Ever since arriving in Stark Tower, she had made a promise to herself; to find her inner strength and help James. She understood and accepted his rush actions to protect her but she refused to remain a powerless pawn in Hydra's game. She wasn't powerful and strong in matters of strength but she could help him.

"Grace?" Braylon's honeyed voice interrupted her thoughts. "What's with the deep frown?"

Grace turned to him, her lips curving into a small smile. "Nothing. Did you bring the files I asked for?"

"Sure did," he replied, placing envelopes, papers, and a USB on the table. "I'm just curious why you wanted this info."

Grace opened a file, pointing to the name on top. "See this? Felicity Landon."

Recognition dawned in Braylon's eyes. "She has the same surname and... and she looks like you!"

"She's my mother, of course, I resemble her greatly," Grace said with a nostalgic smile. "I need to study these and meet with Tony Stark. Can you arrange it?"

"Consider it done," Braylon said, contacting Tony through his phone. "He'll come down in a jiffy. How can you read these?"

"My mother and I bonded over her work."

Grace delved into the papers, with Braylon curiously crouching beside her. There were reports, medical charts, and mathematic formulas that he had no idea what they meant. Soon, Tony made his entrance, waving his arms in a grandiose manner. He noticed the mess of papers and leaned down, his sunglasses sliding down his nose.

"What's all this?"

"My mother's files. Thanks for hacking Hydra's database," Grace said, acknowledging Tony's effort.

"No problemo. So, your mom was an anti-Hydra researcher?" Tony asked with interest.

"Yes. She was a brilliant scientist, struggling to take down its most cruel power; brainwashing."

"I'm curious... How did they brainwash people?" Braylon asked, genuinely intrigued.

"They manipulated personal memories, used hypnosis, and some sort of mental reprogramming," Tony answered. "They came up with certain trigger words for those who held great potential for their operations... like Barnes."

Grace tried to remain calm and push aside the haunting images of James's ordeal. His every scream was embedded in her mind and she thanked God that he was so resistant to Hydra's brainwashing, fighting against it with all his might. With her mother's knowledge, she could help him once and for all and free him from the Hydra's sickening control.

"However, even if you save him, you can't guarantee his safety..." Tony's voice carried a somber note. "The knowledge of what he did for Hydra... the burden is too heavy. It will be hard to make amends, to confront the person he used to be and the person he has to be."

"And what should I do?" she muttered, troubled and weak. "Leave him be? With those things they've put in his mind?"

"I think what boss means to say is that James deserves to be saved but he might never return to normal..." Braylon explained. "It's not easy to escape from one's past."

"I understand that," Grace replied weakly. "But I'll stand by him, help him if he lets me."

Tony exhaled. "Did your mother have a plan to revert the process of the brainwashing?"

Grace smiled bitterly. "She developed an algorithm to neutralize the vocalized codes without erasing memories. She named it Project Meminero."

"Smart," Tony mused. "Meminero means 'I will remember' in Latin."

"Yes..." Grace said, her features pale. "And that was why Silas approached her. He seduced her by pretending to be a kind, soft-hearted man in order to gain intel about her project. They married and I was born. I was always afraid of him... I could tell that he did not want me. Though an excellent scientist, my mother failed to see his true colors until it was too late."

"What happened next?" Braylon asked.

Grace's lips trembled as she spoke. "When I was a child, we joined SHIELD's protection program. I was eighteen when tragedy struck. Natasha was the head of our security, still, Silas managed to find us... he killed my mother but I managed to escape with knowledge of her work."

Her tone shifted, mournful. "I changed my identity, but he still... well, you know the rest."

"What a terrifying man," Braylon said.

"That's why I need your help," she said and met Tony's stare. "Hydra is also your enemy. We can combine our data and cooperate to take down their most monstrous project."

"And what is it that we must do?" Tony asked, eager to get this mission going.

"This is where it gets tough." She paused meaningfully then added, "My mother hid everything in a place only I know of."

"Then all we have to do is take it," Braylon said. "Grace... you hold the future in your hands."

"You've found your strength, your courage," Tony smirked. "Revealing all of this shows your dedication to him."

Grace let out a nervous chuckle. "I just want this nightmare to end. Ignoring the pain won't lead me forward. Confronting Hydra and Silas is the way to save James and myself."

Tony nodded. "You have my unwavering support. Prepare yourself. We're heading out. Let's uncover your mother's work and make her proud."

"But... what about Natasha?" Grace asked, well aware that the redhead spy wouldn't let them off so easily.

"You forget who I am," Tony smirked. "So... where are we heading?"

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James rolled out of bed, a long groan escaping him. Once again, his sleep had been plagued by frightful images and screeching voices. He rubbed his throbbing temples and swallowed hard, tasting the agony, the disrepair. The nightmares persisted, he couldn't rest, and not even the sleeping pills could help rid him of the nightmares.

With a heavy sigh, he lifted himself from the makeshift bed on the floor, berating himself for being so foolish, so heartless with Grace. Leaving her had affected him more than he had imagined. She had been a comforting refuge, a warm embrace in a world rife with chaos and pain. And he had turned away from her, deceiving and abandoning the only person who managed to make him feel such precious feelings.

For all the above, he refused to break his resolve. He cared for Grace, more than words could possibly describe, and it was precisely the reason that compelled him to keep his distance. Danger followed him at every corner and she had to remain safe, pure, and gentle. That was what he repeated to himself day after day. It had turned into a mantra as he focused on his mission.

With these thoughts in mind, Bucky navigated the corridors of the jet, eventually reaching the upper level. In a matter of hours, they would reach Croatia, following one of T'Challa's leads. He stared outside blankly, lost in the sight of the night sky and its shimmering stars. He stared blankly until the sound of approaching footsteps grabbed his attention.

"Can't sleep?" Steve's voice carried through the air.

"Got a lot on my mind," Bucky muttered, discomfort and vulnerability in his tone.

"You're having nightmares..." Steve was now only a few steps away.

"Every damn night," came Bucky's response, hoarse, almost inaudible. "But I can handle it."

Steve narrowed his eyes. "This is not good, Buck."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, it's just... the same old stuff," he replied, though his haunted eyes betrayed the true weight of his ordeal.

"Why don't you call her?" Steve suggested. James yearned for Grace. He called out her name in his sleep, begging her to come to him.

"No," Bucky said, ignoring the bittersweet pull on his heart at the mere thought of hearing her voice.

"Why are you so strict with yourself? Why deny happiness?"

"What happiness, Steve?" James said, his red-rimmed eyes focusing on him. "I'm a lab experiment, a bomb about to go off. Silas can hurt Grace just by using the goddamn words on me."

"You are strong and resilient. You always find your way back."

"What if I suddenly can't come back? What if I break down?" Bucky replied, the context of his words more frightening than death itself.

"Buck..."

"Look. I need to eradicate Hydra and disappear from the world. Find peace, someplace where I can no longer hurt people."

"Grace trusted you. Even with her memories gone, she trusted you." Steve knew he was venturing into sensitive territory but refused to give up. "You must speak to her. No more hiding the truth."

With a pathetic sigh, Bucky covered his face with his hands. "After what I've done?"

"She might lash at you. I'm sure. But once I tell her what a moody slump you've been ever since you two separated, I'm sure she will forgive you."

For the first time after so long, Bucky laughed. "Really?"

"Really," Steve half laughed. "Think it over. If you lose her, you'll regret it forever."

Bucky cleared his throat and changed the conversation. "So what's our plan once we arrive?

"T'Challa's intel suggests unusual activity at an abandoned house in Krapina, Croatia," Steve explained. "CCTV spotted a jet resembling the one Silas used."

"It's worth checking out."

"Silas might have created more super soldiers with the new serum," Steve said and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "And judging by what we saw from Rumlow, it is incredibly strong."

"Hydra is more dangerous than ever. With nothing to lose, I say they definitely injected most of their agents," Bucky said, coiling in disgust.

"We'll manage—"

Steve's words were cut short by the insistent ringing of his phone. It was the ungodly hour of the call and Natasha's number flashing on the screen that instilled a sense of urgency. And once he did, her news plastered a worried expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Bucky strained his ears, catching snippets of conversation, and his heart skipped a beat as he heard Grace's name. "Grace?"

Steve grumbled. "She and Tony Stark have left the tower."

James released a heavy breath. "We should figure out where they're headed." Without waiting for a response, he strode forward. "I'm altering our course to track her down."

"Hold on!" Steve interjected, grabbing his shoulder. "No need to change direction. Grace is actually quite close by."

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Alpha Bucky Barnes: Craving

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Summary: Your Alpha returns from his most recent mission, he has missed you and he craves for the scent and feel of your body against his. All other things can wait, he only needs his precious mate.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI!!, established relationship, explicit content, emotional comfort, needy Bucky, explicit sexual content, oral (fem receiving), piv, unprotected sex, cockwarming, basically toe-curling smut.

I repeat, minors don’t interact!

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"Bucky, that's enough hugging. Let me go, Alpha," you chuckled playfully, trying to wriggle out of his tight embrace.

"Stay, omega. I'm not letting go of you.”

“But you have to go to write your report,” you muttered, aware that his boss would demand his report on his newest assignment.

“Fuck work. Want my ‘mega.” He inhaled your scent, taking deep whiffs. “Need you.”

“Need you, too, Alpha," you muttered, a blush creeping up your neck and cheeks. “Missed you. So much.”

“I’m here now. Sweet omega," he said with a soft kiss on the mating mark on your neck.

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Hmm… gonna have you all to myself now.”

“All yours, my precious,” he said, his arms coming around you, pressing your breasts to his chest. “You are my world...”

The rest of his words dissolved under the gentle pressure of his lips against yours. The kiss was unhurried, a testament to his patience and the depth of his emotions. Fingers brushed a tendril of your caramel hair behind your ear, the touch both comforting and electrifying. His other arm kneaded a soft breast with care, the intimacy arousing a sense of security and longing.

You melted against him, your own arms finding their way around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss intensified. A deliciously sweet moan left you when his tongue traced the seam of your mouth before delving inside. You fitted yourself in the cradle of his thighs, his hard bulge swelling and enlarging.

"Bedroom, Alpha please.”

“Who am I deny my pretty mate?”

With a grin, he lifted you in his arms and led the way to your bed. You clung to him, your lips tracing tender paths on his unshaven cheeks and then his mouth. Once inside your room, you both collapsed on the bed with him squeezing her down on the mattress. His wide shoulders formed a protective curve around you, his arms enveloping you protectively.

You smiled at him, perfectly content and comfortable with the silk sheets brushing against your back. You were impossibly aroused, slick drenching your panties, a deep red blush coloring your neck. He growled, smelling your sweet essence leaking from your center. Your mouths melded together, tongues intertwining in a sensual dance, bodies feverish with the need to release.

"Ah... sweet ‘mega... I'm... " he drew back, but you clutched his vest and pushed him back down.

"Knot... now." You took his fleshly hand and splayed it atop your beating heart. "I missed you. I missed having you close."

"Bed games first, ‘mega. Then knot," he said huskily, his lips pressing a kiss against the spot above your heart. You provoked him and nipped at his mating mark then his lips, catching the flesh of his bottom lip between your teeth. He moaned and guided his fingers to remove your clothes. You did the same and tugged at his outfit until there was nothing left but a thin strip of air separating your naked bodies.

"’mega, sweet, precious mate..." he rasped, your heavy breathing mingling as he devoured your lips and kissed your soulmark.

"Alpha.... mnn...need you inside me."

"Slow... we must—" he drawled as her lips peppered kisses across his jaw.

"Stop holding back," you countered, your hands tracing the contours of his sculpted chest and strong shoulders. Tempting h further, you closed your hands over his massive cock, rubbing circles on the leaking head.

“So big…” you keened, more warmth leaking from your core.

“Big and ready for your tight little cunny, doll.”

“Yes, ‘am ready for you, Alpha.”

He growled, her touch driving him mad with longing. "You’re so wet for me, ‘mega.”

Unable to think rationally anymore, Bucky succumbed to his Alpha instincts and urges. He rocked eagerly into your hand, his cock filling further. Drawing back on his haunches, he admired the splendid view. You looked so beautiful, your skin porcelain soft yet flushed with marks of his kisses. Your thighs were splayed wide on either side of his legs, exposing pretty pink pussy lips and glistening wetness. He wanted his knot there, he wanted to be buried in you forever.

With a feral growl, he bent down and cupped your mound while his lips brushed hungrily over your heaving breasts. He took each nipple between his lips and suckled gently, moaning softly at the taste of you. Your stomach somersaulted at the double sensations, shivering at the feel of his metal fingers, cold and hard as they played with the petals of your slit.

He wanted to kiss you. Taste you. Drive you crazy.

And he did.

Moistening his lips, he trailed one fleshly finger across the seam of your cunt, then rubbed across the sensitive bud on top. Meanwhile, his bionic hand teased your breasts, the coldness of the metal causing shivers to travel through you. He planted a sweet kiss on your pussy and drove one thick finger inside you. Then another, and another.

"Tight, wet, my precious mate," he purred and watched your folds, ocean eyes dilated. "My precious little cunny."

"More, more," you begged softly.

“You took three fingers like a champ, doll. No more. I want my cock to stretch you next. But only after you come nice and good around my fingers first.”

He twisted his fingers inside you, thumb rubbing your clit.

You saw stars and let out a long-whine.

"Is it good?" he whispered. “Perhaps I should get a taste of my sweet pussy. Hm?”

"Yes... Please, please…”

“Please what, precious?”

“Please, need your mouth.”

"Just that?"

You chuckled amid the haze of desire. "Fingers, tongue, too."

He smiled, satisfied. Raising your hips up, he rested each leg over his shoulders, opening you up to him. He opened your pussy lips and devoured you in earnest, the tip of his nose nudging your clit as his fingers stretched your walls. With a desperate whine, you forked your fingers through his hair and gyrated your waist, buckling against his sinful mouth and fingers.

Moist-sucking noises resounded through the room, his metal hand settled comfortingly over your stomach as he ate you out with gusto. You shuddered when a fourth digit joined in. The stretch burned, but you quickly slicked all around and accepted. He was touching her you expertly, preparing your cunt after a whole month of being away from you.

"Oh... Alpha... I'm—"

Your words ended abruptly, white-hot fires lighting up inside you. It was a wonderful sensation; your body was so hot and before you could stop it, it shattered into a million pieces. You cried out his name and came undone, your chest rising and falling with shuddering breaths. He swallowed your moans with his kisses, giving you a taste of your sweet slick.

The head his cock fell hard and heavy over your stomach, the head leaking pre-cum. You wrapped your arms around his neck, legs draping over his thighs as his swollen shaft came to rest against your cunt. He teased you without penetrating, his hardness glistening with your juices. He slowly eased the blunt cockhead inside, raw and pulsating, his lips never leaving yours. You shuddered at the perfect invasion and whined when he pushed his hips forward, filling you up to the brim.

Your breath hitched at the incredible fullness and your hands scrambled over his biceps, clawing at him. And then he moved. Strangled moans followed from both of you as he drew his hips back, watching the delicate pussy lips as they tried to suck him back in. You squirmed and answered his thrusts, feeling every delicious ridge of him, tendrils of rapture coiling. You sensed his fleshly fingers teasing your folds, exploring the stretched area as you moved together as one.

"That's it, mate. You're almost there. Let go, come for me. You're so warm, so perfect and soft."

As if responding to his plea, an electric sensation coursed through your body, igniting a fierce and uncontrollable convulsion. You clamped around his cock, hard, and dug your fingers into his back, exquisite ecstasy washing over you. You squeezed his throbbing cock like a vice, and he continued to fuck into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

When the first tremors of release rippled through him, he drew all the way in, spilling ropes and ropes of cum. His cock expanded massively, the knot swelling at the base, causing your eyes to roll. You would never get used to this blissful sensation. Eyes shut, you came again, feeling every inch of his as he spurted and locked your bodies as one. His knot caught and he panted violently while you threaded your fingers through his hair, caressing him lovingly.

When he came back to reality, he stood still above you, propped on his elbows as not to suffocate you with his weight. He kissed your face, gazing at your glowing face and twinkling eyes. You moaned in contempt when he changed your positions, settling on his back with you riding his knot. He cradled you close and curled on him, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck where his mating mark resided.

“Happy?” he asked after you had both come down from your high. You were still locked together, but your breathing had calmed down.

“Very,” you said with a satisfied yawn. "You?"

"Blissful." He tightened his hold around you. “Get some sleep, little mate. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Alpha.”

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Chapter 1 Unexpected Miracle

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Series summary: For Sergeant Bucky Barnes, life had been filled with nothing but missions and uncertainty. But everything changed when he visited the local library and met with his Jane. She walked into his world and cast away the nightmares. She made him smile, made him love again. And then she gave him life’s most surprising gift— their child.

Warnings (whole series): 18+, MDI, Established Relationship, Unplanned Pregnancy, Explicit Sexual Content, Unprotected Sex, Pregnant Sex, Fluff, Protective Bucky, Dad-to-be Bucky Barnes.

I repeat!!! MINORS DON’T INTERACT!!!

Bucky Barnes x Original Female Character

Find more chapters of the "Super Soldier, Super Dad" Series here ♡

Author's notes: Hello, friends!! I had this idea about dad-to-be Bucky for quite some time! I want to create a soft yet passionate story, mixed with gentle parenting feels. I'll add a pinch of conflict but it will be mostly fluff and love! I hope you enjoy this. I'd be very grateful for any kind of support, and above all, I absolutely love your constructive criticism and messages. Don't hesitate to reach out to me. Hugs and kisses, Aikaterini ♡

|March | New York, a little after midnight...

Bucky glanced over at Jane as they walked down the dimly lit street, their hands interlocked. They'd been out on the usual outing with Steve and Natasha for beers. The night had rolled by splendidly, with Steve's laughter and Natasha's humor. They strolled leisurely and made an impromptu stop at the local ice cream shop before making their way back home.

There was something about these ordinary but special moments, these unhurried walks with her that made him all the more in possessed by her.

He and Jane had been dating for over a year and in that time, she'd become his anchor in this unfamiliar world.

As he gazed at her soft brown eyes, memories flooded his mind.

He recalled the first meeting when he stepped into the local library where she was working. Jane had been there, surrounded by books, busily setting up books until their eyes met and lit up with warmth. She was a portrait of beauty, with dark wavy hair that reached her back, framing a pretty round face. A small nose added to her charm and full lips—lush, and inviting—that held him a captive. She wore plain clothes, an oversized shirt and a baggy skirt and for some reason, she was the embodiment of everything he admired and needed.

In the beginning, he was reserved, awkwardly silent with her. He borrowed books and listened to her suggestions—though in truth he was mainly entranced by her calm melodic voice and the inviting warmth of her eyes. He visited her again and again, for no particular reason, and she somehow became his friend. He did not know how or when it happened exactly but he opened up to her, about certain aspects of his past. She didn't judge him for his history but strove to convince him that he was a man worthy of love—a man who even if his past was shaped by tragedy, he could still touch the light.

To him, she was his light.

She supported him, reaching into the depths of his soul with her kindness even if the weight of his past threatened to overwhelm him. Slowly yet steadily, she chipped away at the walls he'd built around himself and gave him warmth and security. No one had ever offered that to him.

He had asked her to go on a date with him, offering a bouquet of red roses to her.

He still recalled the way she had cried out her agreement, in overwhelming joy, her arms wounding around him.

One date turned into two, two into three, and as they kept going, their bond transformed into something profound and passionate.

Bucky marveled at her beauty—inside out and at the way she helped him navigate a life far different from what he once knew. It wasn't easy to support a boyfriend working for the government— a man carrying a certain heavy past. But they made it work, there was trust and resilience in their bond.

With her by his side, he felt confident. He could live on and enjoy his first serious relationship after what felt like an eternity of torment.

Jane did all the magic; she made him feel a little lighter, a little more hopeful.

She was his safe haven, his precious princess, the only one who could make him smile even on the darkest of days.

In her presence, the nightmares went away and he found peace— a kind of peace he hadn't thought possible after everything he'd been through.

"You're staring at me. Again," Jane said, her fingers caressing his face.

He snapped out of his daze and smiled softly. "Hm..."

"What are you thinking?"

"That your hands are cold," he grinned and brought her palms to his lips. "We should head home. Fast."

"I'm fine. It feels quite nice to walk in the night chill, my handsome boyfriend holding me."

"I don't want you to catch a cold."

"Very well. Let's rush back. The faster we do, the better."

She winked at him mischievously and he smirked in return. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he enveloped her in the folds of his jacket as they hurried to their apartment. Jane's laughter lingered in the night air until they passed through the door and inside their cozy flat. She took off her jacket and scarf, kissed him softly, and gasped when he cupped her thighs and swiftly mounted her on the kitchen table. Towering above her, he held her knees apart while his kisses awakened goosebumps on her skin and a puddle of warmth between her legs. He scented her desire, his super soldier senses catching everything and he growled appreciatively.

"Drenched already, for quite some time now, I must say," he rasped against her mouth, catching her lower lip with his teeth.

"Sometimes your senses are completely impractical..." she moaned as he nibbled down her neck. "I can hide nothing from you, down to the most embarrassing—"

"You're mine. You hide nothing, precious," he dragged down the neckline of her T-shirt, kissing the tops of her panting breasts over her lacy bra.

"Take it off!" She grumbled, struggling to remove his shirt and touch his skin. "Need to feel you, need—"

"Need to be stretched and pumped full?"

"Hmm... please..."

He dragged and ripped at their clothes with urgency, while kissing her lips, multitasking so as not to leave the warmth of her skin for one second. She moaned happily when he pressed against her, his hard body engulfing hers over the table. Strong hands trailed over her breasts, playing with the hard rosy nipples before bending down to suck them in his mouth. His stubble tickled her and she arched and offered everything to him, her mind going hazy with the feel of his hard cock pulsing against her belly.

Jane wiggled her hips, wordlessly trying to get him inside her. But he caught her wrists and guided them back to the surface of the table while he enjoyed his feast. He had an obsession with her breasts. Despite feeling awkward at the small almost flat mounds, her boyfriend was positively in love with them and couldn't go without treating them to his touches. She trembled, her whole body aflame as his tongue did wicked things to her, licking around her sensitive nipples, nibbling gently, tugging at her small breasts.

"Look at those sensitive breasts," he moaned, tongue lewdly licking around one areola before lavishing its twin. "So soft and swollen for me."

"Hmn... 'S too much—" her breath hitched when he brought both hands to cup her breasts, the metal one spreading chills down her spine.

"So. Damn. Pretty." His voice was husky. "Perfect and mine. All mine."

Jane tossed her head back when he felt him rub his shaft against her folds. Fucking finally. She watched through hazy eyes as his magnificent cock, so big and long slid over her pussy. She was so wet that with every slide, he lubricated himself in her glistening juices, staring down just as enthralled. He tapped the blunt cockhead over her pink pussy lips and she whined but he held her hands behind her back and growled.

She attempted to argue but her words died in her throat when he thrust forward and entered her in one smooth glide. She felt every inch of him slide inside her, his cock hard and girthy, the veins dragging along her sensitive walls. Moans rippled from them both as he started to move, drawing back till all of his cock was out, frothing with her juices before snapping powerfully inside her. She saw stars and let out a wail, her mind and heart filled with him.

"So good for me," he cupped her ass and angled deeper while she snaked her arms around his neck and clutched him for dear life.

"More... ah... Want it harder," she panted with each spine-tingling thrust, flying higher and higher in pleasure.

"Feels that good to be stretched open precious?"

"Feels fucking divine, Sergeant."

He grinned, loving it when she called him that. He rewarded her by lifting her off the table and holding her against him, her body suspended as he pistoned inside her. She cried out and rocked her body to the best of her ability. He looked absolutely feral, snapping and rolling his hips with such skill that had her cumming hard in no time. Her eyes shut tightly and she convulsed violently around him, while he thrust in and out of her depths.

Her sweet cries urged his own release. He shot white inside of her while still fucking her through her orgasm. Holding her protectively against him and without exiting her warmth, he walked to their bedroom with steady steps. She collapsed atop him, fully sated and winching when she felt his seed squirt out of her with each step. When he approached the bed, she grasped his shoulders and cried out in warning.

"Don't leave. Want you inside."

"I want to be inside you even more than you can imagine," Bucky said as he gently sat back on their bed with her clinging to him, her bum flush to his pelvis.

They'd never been too careful with protection. Perhaps only during their first times, when Bucky was too focused on being right to her when making love to her. But in the heat of the passion, he had ultimately ignored the condoms, thirsty for the feel of her walls around him, no barriers keeping them apart. And since the experiments and alterations to his body, he was practically sure that he was sterile. It was a fact that had allowed them both to engage in sex without protection. During their relationship, Jane's period had always arrived on time, they'd had zero mishaps, zero worries of consequences that often accompanied such intimacy.

Though a certain darkness brewed inside him at the notion of never fathering a child, he always buried it back into his soul and discarded it. As he should do. He wasn't made for that stuff. He only hoped he wasn't taking away something that Jane might desire and need in the future. That thought nagged him daily, even more so recently. What if he was shattering her dreams of having a family? Even if she repeatedly assured him that that was not the case, he felt fragile and unworthy.

"Thinking again?" She kissed his forehead. "What's wrong?"

"You're still so tight and wet around me."

She hid her face in the crook of his neck. "You're such a rogue."

"It's endearing how shy you are," he drawled and kissed the top of her head.

"You are always so cool after doing the most wicked things to me," she said, feeling her already blushed cheeks, redden with more heat. She could feel him inside her, he was still hard, a testament to his super soldier stamina.

"Making love to you is my pleasure."

She let out a sigh and gazed up at him. "I really really enjoy this. Am I greedy for needing you so much?"

"I'm pretty sure I need you even more." He kissed her lips softly. "How about I treat you to more? Make my precious princess feel so good—"

He stopped abruptly.

He watched her, his eyes wide.

There was the scent of sex as well as the sound of their heartbeats pounding. But there was another detail—a detail that had just reached his ears. The unmistakable beat of another heart, a steady pounding coming from within her body. He drew back, his cock sliding out of her with a wet squelch. She whined at the loss but gasped out loud when he settled her down on the bed, her back colliding with the sweet-smelling cotton sheets.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Shhh," he said sharply, his eyes lingering on her stomach with a mix of wonder and disbelief. His warm hand hovered above her abdomen, hesitating for a moment before making contact. And then he felt it—the faint but distinct rhythm pulsating beneath his touch. The steady thump-thump of a heartbeat echoed even louder in his ears and that delicate sound stirred emotions he hadn't known he was capable of feeling.

"Can't be... but... this— this—the sound of life itself," he muttered, his mouth slack with shock.

"Life? What are you... you're scaring me, what's—" she paused and as their eyes met, realization hit her. "No. Surely it can't be."

Or could it be? Could his child be growing inside her? A child that was part of him, part of her—a miraculous creation. They both froze for long moments, processing their thoughts. The air seemed to still around them as he knelt in front of her, her eyes locking onto his, searching for confirmation. Looking at him, she had no option but to believe him.

"James?" She said, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she felt his fingers against her belly. "Speak to me please."

"I can hear it. The heartbeat within you. Loud and clear," he said softly, his own heart pounding.

"Is this...?" Her voice trailed off, unable to articulate the whirlwind of feelings coursing through her. "Am I...?"

"You are pregnant."

The weight of his words settled in with him sitting there, staring at her flat belly. His life had been defined by the terrifying experiments, Hydra transformations, and a journey that turned him into another man. The idea of fatherhood had never seemed like a possibility and yet, in the midst of it all, there he was, finding out that his seed had taken.

"I... I didn't think this was possible," he managed to say, his voice raw.

Jane looked at him, tears still glistening in her eyes, but now mixed with concern. She saw the disbelief on his face and mistook it for something else entirely.

"If this isn't what you want..." Her voice quivered, her chest constricting. "I understand. I can do this on my own if I have to."

His eyes widened and he buried his metal hand gently in her dark hair. "No. You'll never be alone. Never."

Jane reached out, gently touching his hard face. "Then why do you look so grim? So unhappy?"

"I'm scared," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper. "Aren't you?"

She managed to smile. "We're in this together. Yes, I'm a little scared but isn't that supposed to be normal at this stage? It doesn't mean we're not happy about it. Right?"

Bucky's expression softened. "I... I want you, Jane. I want you more than anything. I just need a moment to wrap my head around this."

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aikaterini-drag · 21 days

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Princess and the King

Pairing: Russian Alpha Bucky x OmegaFem!Reader

Summary: Urged by a bout of jealousy, your Alpha fucks you from behind, his metal arm cradling your waist, his other hand gripping your hair.

Warnings: ‼️ MINORS DON’T INTERACT, omegaverse vibes, Russian endearments, p in v sex, hardcore, knotting, licking, nipping, unprotected sex, cockwarming.

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“Like that ‘mega?” Your Alpha panted, his balls slapping against your ass with each primal thrust. His metal arm cradled your belly, feeling where he was fucking you so deeply while his other hand gripped your nape, fingers forking in your hair.

“Alph—mhpp…” your words faded, devoured by his greedy mouth. His tongue delved inside, brushing wetly with your own. “Pl…please—ungh—hhn…"

Trembling palms gripped the hard surface of the table which was shaking precariously. Gasping and gasping, your mouth felt dry and kiss-swollen as he pumped from behind, his thighs splaying your legs wide. Your eyesight was blurry, desire making you hazy. The only thing you could focus on was the feel of him, thick and swollen, buried so deep within you that with each thrust you felt his cockhead kiss your womb.

This sex marathon had started because another Alpha had kept his eyes on you for more than normal. Said 'normal' was 3 seconds. You were shopping at the supermarket, and to add insult to injury, Bucky was standing there beside you when the Beta looked at you. That was all the more reason for Bucky to get bonkers with the puny male who had dared lay his eyes on his omega. Your Alpha was usually good at maintaining his composure but with your heat coming in a few days, he was a little more on edge than usual.

He scared off the Beta male and did not kick his ass because you distracted your Alpha with your touches, finding yourself in this delicious predicament. Shopping forgotten, he all but carried you to your apartment, devouring your lips along the way until he had you all to himself.

Worth, it. So worth it. You loved your Russian Alpha hunk, even more so when he was filled with possessiveness.

“How about you give me a third one, ‘mega?” He hent down, his chest tickling your back, his lips suckling your earlobe.

Right… he’d make you cum two times already, once while licking and fucking you with his fingers, the second on the floor with you riding him, and now, over the table, his fat cock —which seemed to never go down— spearing you again and again.

You were dripping slick, your eyes rolling to the back of your head with each glorious shift of his hips. He knew exactly how to move, how to touch and caress. Your bodies fit perfectly and mated all the more wildly.

“Close, 'mega?” He dragged his teeth over your neck, causing your walls to contract and grip his cock tighter.

Nodding, your eyes shut tightly, a moan leaving your lips.

His voice rumbled through your bedroom, rich with authority. “Look at me, моя принцесса.”

You raised your gaze to meet his, the mating bond thrumming between you, loving yet feral.

"Uhhhn, am close, so close Alpha..." you whined in desperation, unable to formulate words with his insistent fucking and the marks he left against your skin. He was everywhere, lips and teeth nipping, kissing, his hands now cupping your cheeks and splaying them open to gaze at where you were joined.

“Words.” He slapped your asscheeks. “Use them.”

“Need to… pl.. please.. a‐anghh-please, f-f-faster... need to cum!”

His cock twitched from how sweet and needy you sounded, your juices drenching his cock and balls.

With a growl, he urged you backward, tipping your head so it was resting on the curve of his shoulder. You collapsed into him while he fucked you in earnest, his warm hand playing with your sensitive breaths. His metal thumb vibrated against your clit, gathering your slick and then spreading it around your nipples.

Vision blackening, you clenched so hard around him and rode the waves of rapture that seemed to wreck you. The wet sounds of your pussy got vulgar, his husky moans joining in your own. He surged inside you with deep, frantic strokes, while mumbling praises and biting the expanse of your creamy throat and all over the mating bite that marked you as his.

“Mine." Slam. "Mine.” Slam. "Mine."

“Yours. Always.” You dug your nails into his sides and hung on as he fucked and fucked and fucked. Gods, you couldn’t take the wait any longer. You needed him to come, to knot you into oblivion.

When he finally did come, it was an explosion, his cock pulsing and erupting inside you. He fed you ropes and ropes of his Alpha seed-- it was so much it tricked down your thighs even with his knot swelling to full mast and locking you together.

Kisses were peppered on your lips while he purred and whispered words of affection and praise. My pretty princess, always taking me so well, letting me knot your pretty pink pussy and fill your greedy womb. Oh and how right he was. His cock, still throbbing and hard, caressed over all your sensitive spots.

“Feel good, ‘mega?” he asked after the cloud of desire had thinned, his hand cradling your face.

"I'm alright, Alpha."

His heart thundered against your back, just as fast as your own.

Gently he cradled the undersides of your knees and helped you back against him. Trapped on his knot, you could only whine as he lifted you against him and got seated in the nearest chair. His knot tugged at your folds but held your pussy securely. You sat down fully, your tender ass against his pelvis, your legs draped over his thick thighs. Utterly relaxed against him, you particularly enjoyed the way he cupped your breasts and pinched your nipples.

"I'm sorry. " He kissed your lips, his metal hand cool against your breast.

You whimpered and turned your head to meet his ocean eyes. “Hmm, jealousy suits you, Alpha.”

“It's not my fault for wanting to ensure that every bloody male knows his boundaries and keeps their eyes off of you.”

“So possessive. I love that about you,” you murmured, your voice a soft caress.

“Can you blame me, little ‘mega? When every fiber of my being longs to keep you as mine?”

Your lips curled into a playful smile. “I’ll always be yours, Alpha. My heart belongs to you, and you alone.”

“Моя принцесса,” he drawled, his voice a low rumble that made your pussy tighten around his pulsing knot. “Heart of my heart, light of my soul.”

With a loving smile, you reached out to brush your fingers against his unshaven cheek. “Мой король,” you whispered in broken Russian. “My King.”

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aikaterini-drag · 22 days

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Just saying that if any of you who love my blog were to suddenly start rebloging my one-shots one after the other, I wouldn’t mind at all 🥰

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