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Keep Each Other (Cold)

Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, ABO aspects heavily used, mentions of abuse in a past relationship, sexual content, slower burn, but not the slowest, mentions of dom reader, domination and submission aspects, Shibari, werewolf au, hypothermia mentions.

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Summary: It's gotten a little heated, and Bucky's willing to agree

Word count: 2.3k

AN: Enjoyed writing this but I'm going to write eddie munson porn now. Completely unedited cause I'm lazy.

Bucky didn’t hate her for this, he really didn’t, but he could smell her heat. And it was killing him. 

He wants to wait, to show this part of him. The possession he developed as the few weeks went on with her. This interest he’s developed in the omega is curving him away from the isolation he’d kicked himself into those years ago. 

He’s kinda glad she showed up, she’s given him so much to look forward to, even if it’s small things. Each morning he wakes up to her sitting on the couch, his only other mug in her hands, cradled to her chest as she beams up at him. It’s dizzying how pretty she is, her eyes so gentle with him but not in a way that makes him feel inferior, In the way that makes him feel appreciated. 

She was eager to see him each morning as well, her head bowing as he walked out of his room and her hands gripping his mug as she smiled up at him, “Morning Buck.”

He could swear his heart would stop if not for your eyes fluttering at the same beat as it, as he muttered, “Mornin’ doll.” 

He’d pass her, the smell of chocolate and fire on her usually faint, a light misting of her warmth as he walked by, but this time, the scent was heavy, like a coating of the smell of savory food after he cooks in the kitchen, or the weight of Steve close to his rut, and he’d been in his house for much too long. He could cut her scent with his knife, one of the ones in the kitchen right next to him.

She shifted, subtly presenting her neck to him, unbeknownst to him, he was growling down at her. He was subconsciously asking her to present and didn’t even notice. God he was acting like a horny teen trying to get off, he had to calm down. He stepped back, muttering an apology and moving to the kitchen, “What do you want for breakfast?”

She muttered softly, “Whatever you make, I like your cooking.”

He nodded, moving to the kitchen and pulling out pans for himself, setting them onto the counter as he moved to the fridge, “What veggies would you eat in an omelet?”

She smiled, turning and looking up at him, “As many vegetables as possible.” She smiled, her arms crossing as she rested her chin onto her forearms, her lower half shifting to a more comfortable position, her hips pushing back a bit. 

Bucky watched from the corner of his eye, trying to hide his hips shifting as he planted them firmly in the kitchen. He wasn’t going to act on his instincts purely because his mother didn’t raise him that way. He was told to respect omega’s, give them the space they needed, and to understand that heats are painful before they are even thought to be pleasurable. He knew that, he knew that she was getting comfortable and that he should just allow her too, because he saw what his mom went through during her heats. Painful cramps knocked her out, rendering her unconscious in their living room while he and his sisters tended to her fever and attempted to keep her hydrated. He knew what that did to an omega and swore he would never let an omega under his care go through pain like that. 

Maybe it was just the alpha haze but he knew far better. His connection with this one rendered an emotion he hadn’t known in a while, so he decided that what was best was to just let it simmer. But he knew that wasn’t wise either, speaking softly, “Do you need anything? I know… your heat might be coming up, and you might want to go stay at a hotel or something.. I can help with the fever though, raised with three sisters and a mother.” He cocked a brow, glancing back at her as he sprinkled vegetables into the pan. She shifted, glancing up at him with hazy eyes, “I might just need to get some sort of fever lessener. Other than that I should be fine.” 

He frowned, knowing that was bullshit as he finished cooking her omelet, plating it and glancing up at her, “I know that’s a lie, are you sure you don’t need anything else. I’m willing to run to the store for you, get you something…” he cut himself off, glancing away with a nervous expression, “Seriously, the CVS that’s on the edge of the town carries stuff for heats.” He glanced over at her finally, noticing she was staring directly at him with big eyes, “Sure- that’s fine.” 

He let out a small sigh of relief shifting on his feet as he moved back to the kitchen to cook, “Okay. I’ll go do that today.”

She sat back, eating as she nuzzled into one of the blankets she carried from the couch to the table, the sight of it making him go a little wobbly in the knees as he turned back to the stove, finishing cooking his own food and moving beside her, sitting down as well, “Let me know if you want me to get you anything else, heating pad, cooling towels. Whatever I can do to help.”

She shifted a bit, glancing up at him, “Why are you offering to help?”

“Because I know how painful it can be to go through that without a mate. My mom had to do it for ten years after my dad left.” He frowned, picking at his food, “I just don’t want you to be in pain as long as you’re in my home.”

She nodded, her eyes glancing back at the food, “Thank you Bucky.” He nodded, finishing and standing, walking to the kitchen to wash off his plate, putting it into the dishwasher. He moved back to the table with a notecard and a pen he had in the kitchen specifically for grocery lists. At that thought, she smiled softly, turning to look at him, “You keep supplies for grocery lists in your kitchen junk drawer?” She let out a small laugh.

All Bucky could do was smile, “yeah- what do you want me to get? Anything at all.”

She smiled, “Chocolate, and a heating pad would be nice. And then…” She looked away gripping the blanket closer, “Could you get me some of those heat supplies?”

He nodded, “Do you- uh have a preference?”

“The knotted ones.” She murmured, looking down still.

He nodded, holding no ill will against her as he wrote it down, “Okay, do you want any produce for this week? Fruits, vegetables?”

“Could you pick up some cherries?” She asked softly, kicking her feet off the seat where she was curled up and placing them on the ground to lean forward. He noticed, glancing at her with a small smile, “Sure, cherries, some apples, some vegetables for any meals I plan to make…” He glanced up at her, smiling gently before turning back to the list, “Should probably head out now before it starts snowing again.”

She nodded, standing as well and moving to the couch again, glancing back at him gently, “Thanks…”

He nodded, opening the door and walking out. As soon as out of earshot, she threw her hands up, flopping back, “God he can’t catch a hint!”

Bucky walked to his car, starting it hopefully before hearing the engine cut off, his body tensing up, “You’re shitting me.” He slid out of the car, moving back into the house, “Okay so bad news. My car's engine just- stopped working.” He glanced up at her, shifting nervously, “I can walk?”

“No no, don’t do that- that’s at least three miles in the snow.” She frowned, “I can figure it out, just don’t walk.” She asked softly, leaning up to look at him closer, “Come on it’s cold, let's just hang out for a bit.”

He nodded, stepping closer to the couch and flopping beside her, glancing up at whatever was playing on the TV as he yawned a bit. She noticed, shifting closer to share some of the blanket and muttering, “You can sleep if you want?”

He nodded, quickly falling into her as he slumped a bit, falling asleep slowly as he muttered, “Wake me if you think you’re developing a fever.”

She nodded, leaning close as he felt his heat radiate onto her, not thinking much of the feeling that filled her chest at the feeling of his scent wrapping around her. 

There is a shift beside Bucky, a small whimper falling onto his ears as he woke up. He didn’t think to find the woman he’d found on his porch only a short three weeks ago, sliding her fingers into herself, letting out weak whimpers as she preened at the sight of him awake. He tensed up, feeling her forehead and frowning quickly, “You didn’t wake me.”

“I didn’t know I was getting a fever if I’m honest.” She muttered back, her head falling back.

Bucky threw the blanket on top of her, frowning as he moved to the kitchen, pulling an ice pack back from the freezer, the sight of her dripping cunt filling his body with pure agony as he moved back over to her, sliding the ice pack onto her head. She whimpered, having seemingly not stopped her actions as she leaned up for his touch, “Please Buck. Need you…” He quickly shook his head in response, speaking slowly “No doll, you’re far too vulnerable.”

She shifted uncomfortably, growling out, “I need this Buck. Please. I am consenting. I promise you that this isn’t because of the heat- I need it.” She looked at him, expression solid and almost that resembling stone at how sharp her features were. He nodded slowly, his eyes closing, thinking about her clenching down on him so well, thinking about how he’s wanted her for the past weeks, his eyes finally opening again, “Yeah okay.”

She shifted quickly, tugging the blanket up and looking up at him with desperation, “please.. Need you in me.”

He slid onto the couch again, positioning between her legs as he looked up at her, “Are you sure? Absolutely sure?”

She nodded quickly, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since last week Buck, now put your cock in me now.” She snarled out, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.

He nodded, a flush filling his cheeks as he leaned down, kissing along her neck and subtly scenting her.

She let out a small whimper, the touch of his lips on her neck alone driving her mad, but he was scenting her. God she was so far gone but that, she was going to remember that. He muttered softly, reaching down to roll her clit with his flesh hand as he positioned his tip with his metal one, having gotten hard since he caught a whiff of her slick. He spoke softly into her neck, “Let me know if you wanna stop.” He pushed into her slowly, his head falling onto her shoulder as he let out a soft sigh, “Christ you feel better than I imagined…” She smirked, glancing up at him with fever ridden weak eyes, “You imagined fucking me?”

“You’ve been at my house for three weeks straight, fucking you is the main thing I’ve thought about.” He chuckled, fucking into her to help aid some of her pain, “Better? At all?”

She nodded quickly, her legs wrapping tighter around him, “Feels so good.” She muttered, her cunt tugging him in as she continued, “Needed this, thank you Buck.”

Oh fucking god. Now Bucky knew he had some sort of praise kink, but a woman thanking him for fucking her? Fuck he might combust on spot. He leaned down into her neck again, hiding his flushed expression as he slid his thumb to her clit, rolling it gently as he kissed along her flesh, “Gonna make you feel good, I promise.”

She nodded quickly in agreement, her hips rolling up to match his movements as she let out small pants, pleasure squishing the pain in her as she felt him and only him.

Bucky let out a gruff noise, his hand sliding to tug her closer, “You close?”

She nodded quickly, feeling his finger roll her clit even quicker now. His voice came over in a haze, soft as she felt the deafening noise of her release filling her brain with red and white flashes, “Where do you want me to cum?”

She tugged him closer, his eyes going wide, “You’re not on the pill doll- I can’t.”

“Please…” She begged softly, “I’ll get a pill later, just need you in me longer.”

He shifted, tugging her back by her upper thighs slowly pressing all of him into her, knotting her with ease as he let out a low growl, his hands gripping her thighs in a bruising grasp. God he was too far gone to even check if she was okay, but the soft mewls below him all but proved she was doing fantastic. He leaned down on top of her, kissing along her shoulders slowly, “Feel better? How long should I expect your heat to be dollface?”

“Four days give or take.” She sighed, her body relaxing beneath him as he slid out of her, muttering gently, “Easy does it.. You wanna sleep, it’s late.” He looked up at her, noticing she nodded and turned away, flushing quickly.

He could talk to her about what this meant later, but now he was more worried about making sure she was resting with the fever. He picked up his t-shirt that got discarded at some point, using to wipe between her thighs before picking her up gingerly, carrying her to his room this time, noticing she relaxed in his arms at the wave of his scent that filled both of their lungs. He muttered softly, “You okay sleeping here?”

With a curt nod, she climbed into his bed, looking at him to follow. 

He did so with content filling his chest, wrapping himself around her protectively, despite neither of them being marked or knowing what this all meant- content was all either could feel.

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Welcome To My Bedroom (Avengers Library for the Study of Enhanced Persons and Heroes, Chapter 14)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!F!Stark!Reader 📚WC: 2,734

Series summary: When you wake up with no memories in the Avengers compound, Tony takes you under his wing and gives you a job as Librarian and Archivist for the Avengers. What is this alpha, beta, omega stuff, and why does Bucky Barnes smell so good?

Chapter summary: You’ve agreed to let Bucky make love to you before your heat hits. 📚Contents: Smut, omegaverse au, discussion of heat and ruts

A/N: Um, publishing this chapter is terrifying. I have never written smut before so please, please, please be kind. We’re getting towards the end, y’all!

As usual, I’ll reblog with links to my masterlist, my taglist (which is still open for this series! There’s still a few chapters left!), and citing the header photo.

Deciding to sleep with Bucky was easy. It just felt so right in that moment, with the way he was looking at you, and knowing he must have been saying sweet things about you to the hot chocolate man. Telling him was easy, too. You took an opening that presented itself. It was smooth and suave and a little bit sexy of you, if you do say so yourself.

The drive home was significantly less sexy and much more awkward. You were both nervous and excited by the prospect of finally seeing each other and touching each other, and all that nervous energy was compressed in the vehicle like air in a balloon— nowhere to go.

Bucky’s left leg was bouncing as he drove. You kept crossing and uncrossing your legs, acutely aware of your vag the whole time. Not aroused yet, just… aware. It was a weird feeling.

Bucky’s hand absent-mindedly made its way to your thigh and his thumb started rubbing back and forth, and you just stared at it. Then he stared at it until he had to tear his hand and his eyes away before you crashed.

All in all, not the most comfortable drive you’d taken together.

The walk into the building and wait for the elevator were equally uncomfy.

“Your room or mine?” Bucky finally asked as you both stepped into the lift.

“Ummm… yours I guess. If you don’t mind. Since I’ll be shut up in mine for so long,” you replied.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘course.” He hit the button for his floor, perhaps a little too hastily.

Bucky opened his door and ushered you inside. After closing the door, he stood behind you, twiddling his thumbs and not knowing what to do next. “So, um, welcome to my bedroom.”

You giggled at how awkward he was being, and how cute that was. “Yeah, Buck, I’ve been here before.”

“Right, right,” he mumbled.

You started to unzip the puffy coat you were wearing, all the layers entirely too much. At the sound of your zipper, Bucky practically pounced on you to help.

“Here let me…” He yanked the coat off your shoulders and draped it over a chair.

You had so many layers on that it took a while to get down to your long-sleeve turtle-neck and thermal leggings. Once finally there, Bucky knelt to help you peel your top off, peppering kisses to your stomach as he lifted the shirt higher until it was finally discarded onto the mountain of outerwear. He did the same as he pulled the leggings down, kissing your hip just above your panties and down the outside of your leg, little pecks that left goosebumps in their wake.

“This feels unfair,” you complained jokingly. You were down to your underwear and bra, while he still had on his flannel, shirt and jeans. Only his shoes had come off thus far.

Immediately he began to yank his flannel off, getting tangled in the sleeves in all his eagerness. You giggled at him, and it helped to alleviate some of the tension in the room. He pulled at the back of his shirt to whip it off, and you knew he was buff but hot damn. You reached out to run your fingers lightly over his middle, pressing into the thin layer of fat and skin and easily finding his defined abdominal muscles underneath. He closed his eyes and reveled in your touch, your fingertips causing tingles to erupt wherever you brushed them.

Still lovingly stroking his lower torso, you took a step in and pressed light kisses to his left pec and down his side, brushing your lips to his skin in feather-light touches just like he had done to you. Your lips traveled down then back up until they reached the junction where the flesh of his shoulder met his vibranium arm. The skin was puckered and angry, and it made your blood boil and your heart ache to think about how he got those scars. Bucky’s eyes flew open, and he misinterpreted your protective concern with discomfort, shoving his arm behind his back on instinct.

But you just looked up at him through your lashes, reached behind him to lace your fingers with his metal ones and drew his arm back to his side, all the while peppering delicate kisses to the marred skin of his shoulder.

When you began to draw your lips down onto the cool metal of his bicep, he cupped your cheek in his right hand and pulled your face up to meet his. You had to lean up on your tip-toes and hook the fingers of your free hand into his belt loop for balance.

This kiss was different than the ones you had shared at the ice rink. It was deeper, more passionate, but still infused with bounteous affection. He extracted his left hand from your grip to grasp the back of your neck and pull you closer to him, though there wasn’t much distance left to go. When you finally disconnected, severely breathless, Bucky took barely any break for air himself, latching his lips immediately onto the side of your neck.

Suddenly you were being lifted off the ground, and you yelped at the surprise. He placed you delicately down onto the bed and hovered over you a moment, just taking you in.

A smile spread across his face, and it triggered one to twitch your own lips wider. “What?” you asked with a giggle.

His grin grew broader. “I just can’t believe you’re so beautiful,” he replied. You couldn’t help but blush and turn your head to avoid his intense and loving gaze. He took advantage of the shift to trail more kisses on the exposed side of your neck, before murmuring into your collarbone, “And all mine.”

This caused you to stiffen beneath him, and the shift in mood was palpable. Bucky pulled away immediately. “What? What’s wrong?”

You looked him in the eye. “You know how I feel about being the possession of an alpha.”

Bucky rolled off of you and sat up against the headboard with a sigh. You followed. He took your hand and brought it into his lap, fiddling with your fingers absent-mindedly.

“We should talk about that. Because—especially in my rut—I’m going to call you ‘mine.’” You opened your mouth to object, but he looked up beseechingly and said, “Can I finish my whole thought and then you can respond?”

You closed your mouth and nodded.

“When I say you’re mine…” Bucky chewed his lip as he considered his next words carefully, but then they came spilling out of him like a faucet. “I’m yours too. Or at least, I want to be. And not just your alpha or your mate or your boyfriend or whatever. I want to be your… person. The person you go to for… protection, and comfort, and fun, and… because you’re excited to share something and just because you want company and…” He huffed out a breath, unsure how to continue. He could keep going down that path forever and never reach the end. He wanted to be your everything.

“You are,” you said softly. He looked at you hopefully. “You already are those things,” you repeated. “I just…”

Encouraged by your affirmations, Bucky turned to face you more, tucking one leg under himself to achieve the correct angle. “You have my heart, Y/n. You do. You have all of it.”

“I hope you saved some for Stevie,” you joked with a slight smirk, bumping his shoulder with yours.

He huffed out a short laugh. “It’s metaphorical, you goof,” he replied, his own smirk small but present before disappearing again to make way for his serious face. As he continued he spoke faster and faster, desperate to make his point before you shut him out. “And that’s just it, I guess. I don’t want to own you literally, which, if we mated, I would, legally, and I agree that’s stupid. And I’ll fight by your side the rest of our lives for you to not literally be my property. But I do want you to be… mine. My partner, my mate…my omega because you’re already all those other things. Those things I said. You’re my person, Y/n. And… I love you.”

You had tears in your eyes now, and the hand not being held firmly between Bucky’s was shaking at your side.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

The laugh he responded with was tearful and triumphant. He grabbed your other hand and brought them both to his lips before concluding, “Neither of us belongs to the other, no matter what we do. But we do belong together. We belong with each other.”

“It’s not about possession… it’s about belonging…” You spoke it aloud even as you realized it, in the selfsame moment.

“Exactly!” he exclaimed. He pulled you into his lap and gripped your face between his hands, stroking your cheekbones. “Exactly,” he repeated in a reverent whisper.

Bucky wasn’t Gollum, hiding you in a cave from the rest of the world and squealing, ‘My preciousssss.’ He was just a big softy, giving you a Valentine’s Day candy heart reading, ‘Be mine.’ It was as simple as that, and even though you let yourself get carried away in vehement rejection of all the societal bullshit sometimes, you wanted that too. That intimacy and that surety and that commitment.

You leaned in to kiss him on the lips, slowly and softly. “Make me yours then,” you whispered.

You felt his smile against your lips. He flipped you under him, making you squeal at the surprise shift.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he murmured, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, down and down and down.

You arched up so he could unclip your bra and toss it somewhere behind him.

It was downright sinful the way he maintained perfect eye contact with his searing, crystalline blue eyes as he licked a delicate circle around your nipple. Only when he closed his lips around it did he finally let his eyes flutter shut and with a harsh suck let out a satisfied moan. He did the same with the other one, then began to move lower again. He knew he would lavish lots of attention on your breasts in the future, maybe even later tonight, but right now he was impatient to taste you.

Joy bloomed in his chest when he reminded himself that he had his entire life to play with your beautiful tits.

So down he went. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and yanked it down your legs. You vaguely heard the sound of seam tearing in his haste, but you couldn’t possibly care less in that moment because Bucky was gawking at your pussy like it was the god damn Mona Lisa.

He glanced up at you and kissed the inside of your thigh. “You wanna know something?” he murmured, running his knuckles lightly and lazily along your lower lips. You could feel his warm breath on your core as you hummed a distracted affirmative. “As True Mates, we’re hyper sensitive to each other’s scent, right? But with my enhanced senses, I can also smell whenever you get…” He gave one teasing kitten lick to your clit through the fabric. “Excited to see me.”

“Really?” you breathed, not fully processing what he was saying, too lost in the way his right pointer finger was slowly circling your clit now.

“Mmhm,” he confirmed. “Nearly dropped a kettle bell on my foot this morning at how good you smelled.” He smirked up at you. “I could smell you ogling me work out, doll face.”

You blushed deeply and brought your hands up to cover your face. You had indeed been admiring him in the gym that morning, but who could blame you? After his run, he had shed his sweat-stained t-shirt and completed the rest of his exercise routine with all of his glorious muscles on display.

The stimulation of your clit ceased abruptly and you peeked through your hands to discover the cause, only to have them pulled away from your face entirely. Bucky was hovering over you again, frowning. “Don’t you ever hide from me, sweetheart.”

You bit your lip and nodded. You shouldn’t find it so attractive that he was giving you orders, but your body didn’t care about that kind of logic, and additional slick leaked out of you at his commanding tone of voice. True to his word, his nostrils flared at your surge of arousal and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He launched himself down, parting your thighs further for him to slot his face between, and dove into your core.

His first broad lick up your folds, with a tongue wide enough to encompass most of your cunt on its own, was such a foreign and pleasant sensation that you arched entirely off the bed with a gasp. He held you down by your hips and lapped again, moaning obscenely.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, “You taste so much better than you smell, darlin’,” before beginning to eat you out in earnest. His tongue flitted and fluttered over your clit with dizzying speed, and if it weren’t for his strong grip on your hips, you would be writhing around like someone possessed. He gave a strong, vacuum-like suck to your clit that made more wetness flow out of you, and he immediately probed his tongue deep into your entrance to taste your essence from the source. He moaned again, sending tantalizing vibrations through your core. His tongue was forceful and long as he fucked you with it.

He replaced his tongue with two thick fingers and brought his tongue back to your clit, randomly alternating his licks between soft and hard pressure, long strokes and little flicks, every once in a while wrapping his lips around and giving a suck. His fingers pumping in and out felt like heaven, and once he curved his fingers up and stroked your upper walls, you were done. You came apart with a scream.

After helping you through your high with loving strokes and gentle murmurs of how good you were for him, he crawled up your body, slotting himself between your legs.

As desperately as he wanted to be inside you, there was one more piece of business you needed to attend to first, as a couple. When he felt you were cognizant enough to answer, Bucky looked deep into your eyes and asked, “Do you want me to bite you now or when you’re on your heat, sweetheart?”

You were taken aback by the question. You hadn’t really thought about it. “Um…”

“It’s gotta be one, because if I don’t bite you now, I will bite you then. I won’t be able to stop myself,” he said.

You hesitated, and he brought your hand up to caress his own scent gland. “Remember what we said, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I’m yours as much as you are mine. I want you to bite me too.”

You smiled at that. It wasn’t uncommon for an omega to bite their alpha, but it wasn’t traditional either. It didn’t surprise you that Bucky was that modern, that committed to you, but it was nice to hear.

“If I bite you now,” he continued, “you’ll be cognizant of it. It’ll be our choice. But biologically, the bond would be stronger if it’s done on your heat.”

That was something you read somewhere, and it had troubled you. Bonds established when omegas and alphas are at their most vulnerable, their most animalistic, were somehow more potent than those made by people making rational decisions based on emotion and connection. The concept was concerning, but if you made the decision now, while you were aware and awake and sensible, then perhaps there was no harm in waiting for the opportunity to let the bond be as strong as it could possibly be.

So you smiled up at your alpha and murmured, “We can wait. I want to be as connected with you as possible.”

Bucky smiled down at you. As difficult as it would be, he would wait, and he knew it would be beautiful when he finally got to claim you.

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Mine to Hold (Bucky Barnes ABO)

Bucky comes back from Wakanda and you feel different around him. What's your solution? Avoid him until it goes away. This doesn't go over well with him.

Sometimes, on days like today, you find yourself staring out over your surroundings and wondering: how exactly did you get here? When people you where you work, you would answer “Stark Industries,” and nothing more. When those same people inquired who you work for, they would receive a tight-lipped smile, and perhaps a “Tony Stark,” laced with sarcasm. After all, how could you explain to the public that you worked for the Avengers? It was much easier and less exasperating to give a little white lie. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the hoards of fans who would follow you to work or try to convince you to slip them a photo of a sleeping Thor.

You'd long forgotten how you had ended up in this position, but you couldn’t imagine working anywhere else. You spent most of your time working with Dr. Banner, helping in the lab, and performing first aid on missions. Of course, you'd needed combat training, which the team was more than happy to provide. You had been afraid when you presented as an Omega a few years back, but nothing changed in the tower dynamic. No one treated you as if you were a fragile little doll, ready to break with the slightest touch.

You felt as though you were going against your biology and stepping out of the pack mentality-- and hell if it wasn’t thrilling. However, the doting and motherly nature of the Omega would often rear its head in regards to your team. The longer you worked with everyone, the more protective you felt over them. You would flit about nervously if one of them was on a dangerous mission, and launch a frenzy of panicked questions while checking them for injuries upon their return. It wasn’t too bad with the Alphas (Natasha, Steve, and Thor), but you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying over Clint and Bruce (Betas), and Tony who was the only other Omega in the tower. When Peter Parker began to visit, You'd guarded him almost immediately. You would coo over him and dote on the boy, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it. Peter had yet to emerge into a class, but You secretly hoped he would be an Omega like you and Tony. The tower was constantly full of competing Alpha pheromones and it was very overwhelming at times.

Yes, it was times like these where you looked at your current life and smile. You felt so at home here, and the Avengers were nothing more than family to you.

You walk into the living room and laugh softly at the group that had congregated in front of the TV. Tony was showing Thor the movie Wall-E, and the others had most likely filed in one by one and sat down. There were also times when you felt like a glorified babysitter. You step down into the living room, heels clicking against the hardwood floor. In addition to working the med-bay on missions, you often helped Pepper with the more official side of Stark Industries. You couldn't help but feel bad for the overworked Beta and assisted her as often as you could. She'd learned rather quickly that Tony listened to you more than her anyways.

“Tony?” You ask quietly. You rest your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

Tony’s head lulls back, his eyes still trained on the cartoon robot in front of him. You roll your eyes and snort.

“You have a meeting today at 6:00? New York Times interview, remember?”

Tony made a strangled heave as if signaling to you that he didn’t want to go. “I know you don’t want to, but this is the one we’ve rescheduled three times already,” you point out. Tony groans as his head falls back to hit the couch. “Can’t they find some other superhero to interview? How about Ant-man? He has nothing better to do,” Tony offered. You shake your head and sigh. “I’m absolutely telling Henry you said that, and they specifically want to do an article on Iron man,” you remind him.

Tony was about to protest when F.R.I.D.A.Y interrupts. “Sir? James Barnes is at the entrance.” You can't help the fluttering in your stomach as you resist the urge to look at the elevator. Bucky is back?

Tony shot up off the couch grinning ear to ear. “Oh darn! I forgot our dear little soldier's mission ended this week! Guess we’ll have to cancel that appointment?” He feigned disappointment, shooting you a pleading look. You glare at him but eventually give in with a sigh. “You can explain to Pepper why I’m canceling. I’m not taking the fall for this one,” you mutter and pull out your phone. Tony cheered as he sauntered out of the room, presumably to greet the new guest. You hold your phone up to your ear and crane your neck as subtly as you can manage to try to catch a glimpse of the winter soldier. "Hello?" Pepper's voice carries through the speaker, catching you off guard.

"Oh! Hey, Pepper, sorry if I'm interrupting," you apologize quickly. "Not at all. Is something going on?" Pepper asks. You don't usually call her unless there's bad news coming. You spare a glance over to the elevators. "Yes, I'm afraid Tony is very adamant about not going to the New York Times interview today," you explain. Pepper makes a strangled sort of noise over the phone. Uh oh, she's really pissed. "And why exactly does Tony not want to go this time?" Pepper asks, trying to mask the edge to her tone.

Before you can answer, Tony strolls back into the living room with a very shy brunette in tow. Nat and Steve are the first to welcome him back. You feel your throat clench as you stare at him. To say Bucky was an attractive man would be a deplorable understatement. While his body language was very closed off and introverted, he dripped Alpha pheromones. Stupid Omega brain, you think to yourself. You and Bucky were fairly good friends, you'd say. You two would sit in comfortable silence with each other when he wasn't on missions, reading books or making small talk. You knew Bucky was put off by the social ranks, and you were scared for a while that he would avoid you after you presented an Omega. But your relationship stayed fairly stable much to your delight.

When Bucky's scent filled your nostrils and you felt a soothing calm wash over you. He smells like freshly ground coffee, cinnamon, and something earthy- like sage or myrrh. As embarrassing as it was to admit, his smell made you feel grounded and safe. "Hello?" Pepper wondered. 

"Right! Sorry, Pepper, actually Tony is here now if you'd like to speak with him," you offer, turning back towards him. Tony blanched and began to shake his head vigorously. You grin deviously at him before thrusting the phone in his hand. "You're the worst- Hey Pepper!" Tony quickly switches to his charming personality, making a beeline out of the living room so no one can hear her yell at him.

You laugh and turn around to look back in the living room. Bucky turns to look at you and gives you a gentle smile, making your stomach perform flips. He lumbers over to where you stand, looking down. "Hey, doll," he greets quietly. You can't help the smile that ghosts across your lips as you stare up at him. Were his eyes always that blue? You try to shake the thought from your mind. "Hi, Buck," you reply. "How was your mission?" You ask quickly, trying to maintain the conversation. Was it always this hard for you to talk to him? "Not too bad," he mumbles. "Shuri says hi."

You perk up at this and beam at him. "You saw her? How is she? Is everyone doing okay?" You can't stop the ramblings as they spill from your lips. Bucky laughs and you feel a hot blush creep up your neck. "Too much?" You ask cautiously. He shakes his head and rests a hand on your shoulder. "Just enough," he says. Your stomach clenches as you look at him. His peaceful smile, the way your skin tingles under his grip. You felt strange and it was beginning to poke and prod at your fight or flight response. "I have to go help Doctor Banner," you say quickly before excusing yourself from the room. Your heart was beating fast and your face felt hot. What was happening to you? Bucky watched you leave, a frown tugging at his lips.

"So, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Bruce asks after a while.

Your head snaps up and you stare at him. "What?" You ask dumbly. He scoffs and places his coffee mug down on a nearby desk. "You reek," he points out. You flush and realize he's right; you're putting out distress pheromones. You sigh and move to sit down on the small lounge chair Tony had brought into the lab. Bruce often worked well into the night, so the lab also functioned as a living space.

"Bucky's back," you say hesitantly.

Bruce sits next to you quietly, urging you to continue. "It feels different," you tell him. "Like, before I could ignore his scent and everything and be close you know? But now it's like my brain wants me to jump his bones," you prattle off, your face growing redder with each confession. Bruce listens patiently, waiting for you to finish. "Well, it sounds to me like you've chosen Barnes as a potential mate," he says. You feel your body go rigid as you stare at your friend in shock.

"What?"

Bruce leans back on the couch, deep in thought. "Sometimes Omegas will seek out and choose a mate out of a group of Alphas," he explains. "It's not uncommon, although today you don't really see Omegas taking the initiative. Your body is trying to claim Bucky."

You shoot up from the couch, stumbling away from Bruce as he speaks. "No, no no-- I can't claim Bucky!" You shrill. Bruce sighs and walks over to you. He puts his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. Betas weren't as commanding as Alphas, but his presence still helped to decrease your heart rate. "I'm afraid it's not up to you," Bruce says quietly. "Your brain chose Bucky and it's not going to let go of him unless the Alpha rejects the claim."

Your body shivers at the idea of Bucky rejecting you. Why does it make you so sad? Despair rolls off you in waves, making Bruce flinch. "I'm sorry, kiddo," he adds. "Is there something you can do? Raise the dose of my suppressants?" You ask hopefully. Bruce sighs, dropping his hands. "That's too dangerous. It could make you miss your heat for a prolonged amount of time, which would only make matters worse," he explains. You look at the ground and feel your eyes sting with unwelcome tears.

What were you supposed to do now?

Over the next few days, you fall into a carefully planned routine. You've discovered that if you only see Bucky in short bursts of time, it's easier for you to suppress the Omega instincts. You sit with him and talk to him for a few moments at a time, before finding some excuse to leave. Although you try to convince yourself it's the right thing to do, it gets progressively harder and harder for you to leave.

Everyone in the tower has noticed your behavior; especially Bucky. He saw through your excuses almost immediately, and it made his stomach sink. He couldn't help the ill-placed thought that you no longer wanted to be around him. He was the only one in the tower that you would avoid and he didn't like it. He almost growled when he saw you train with Sam instead of him. Since when were you so close to Sam?

Bucky didn't realize he was sitting on the couch pouting until Steve came over. "Jesus, Buck," Steve said. "It reeks in here." Bucky's lips pulled into a snarl as he glared at Steve. The blonde super soldier raised a brow at his friend's actions. Since when did Bucky act like this? "You're acting like a lovesick pup," Steve points out. Bucky grumbles something under his breath, looking away.

Why was he acting like this? He wasn't even sure. Bucky feels so on edge like the slightest movement will set him off. It's unfamiliar to him, and he hates it. "I know," he sighs after a moment. "I don't know why." Bucky looks up to Steve with an exasperated expression. Steve hums quietly and sits on the chair across from the winter soldier. "It wouldn't have anything to do with the Omega you're so close with, would it?" Bucky's grip on his metal arm tightens.

"She's avoiding me," Bucky mutters. Steve looks away, his eyes scanning the living room for any unwanted ears. He's noticed your new attitude towards Bucky, but Steve wasn't as naive. He knew mating behavior when he saw it, considering how Tony had acted before they claimed one another. "Have you tried asking her?" Steve wonders. Bucky scoffs and his grip gets tighter. "She won't stay long enough for me to try," he growls. The more he thinks about you and Sam the angrier he gets. Steve smells the anger and tries to suppress his Alpha instinct to fight. He clears his throat, looking at Bucky. "Buck, you need to talk to her. You can't just sit here and stink up the place. You're not the only Alpha in the tower," Steve reminds him. He gets up and leaves the living room quickly, trying to clear his head. Bucky sighs, looking down at his feet.

How would he talk to you if you wouldn't stick around long enough to get a word in?

Bucky stands outside your door, hesitating. He's been in here before, sure. But that was before you'd started avoiding him. He debates turning around and leaving. The last thing Bucky wanted was to fuel your hatred toward him. He felt something in his chest tighten at that thought. Did you hate him? He pushed the thought away and steeled his mind, trying to focus through the Alpha thoughts telling him to find you and take what's his. He knocked softly at the door and waited. No response came, making Bucky frown. Were you still in the gym? He chewed his lip nervously. Were you with Sam?

Bucky felt a possessive surge in his brain at the thought of you training with Sam for over two hours. He pushed his way into the room and looked around. His eyes fell on the bed and he froze.

He stared at the nest of fluffed pillows and clothing on your bed, placed in such a way that there was a little divot in the middle for you to curl up in. He felt something snap in his brain as he looked at the nest with white-hot anger.

Whose clothes had you taken? Who were you nesting with?

He stormed closer to the bed until a familiar scent hit him like a wall. He blinked, staring at the mound of pillows before him. Were those... his? He stared at a familiar pair of sweatpants and a balled-up t-shirt. Did you bring his clothes into your nest? Your safe space? This realization made Bucky's chest flutter. His scent was all over the pillows and sheets, and it made his pride soar. You wanted him in your safe place; he was comforting to you. Bucky couldn't help the smug grin that danced across his lips. Well, now he knew you didn't hate him at least. But why would you avoid him? Bucky decided at that moment that he needed to talk with you- whether you wanted to or not.

Bucky paced around the tower, brows knit together in concern. No one had seen you for a few hours. Where had you gone? Did you leave because of him? To make matters worse, you weren't answering your phone.

Bucky glanced around anxiously. He debated running around the city to look for you, but where would he even start? F.R.I.D.A.Y didn't even know your location. Why was no one else panicking? The elevator in the middle of the floor dinged and Bucky immediately looked up. You walked into the tower looking down at your phone in shock. '23 missed calls from Jon Snow'. You felt your face grow hot as you try to ignore the fluttering in your chest. Why did Bucky call you 23 times? He never used his phone unless it was for emergencies. You look up and freeze in your spot. Bucky is standing in front of the elevator, staring at you like a man in the desert would an oasis. You felt your knees grow weak at the desperation in his gaze. "Bucky?"

He's about to question you when an unpleasant smell wafts through his nose. You shrink back at the anger that settles on his features. Was he upset with you?

Bucky glares at your neck, where the unfamiliar smell is coming from. Why did you smell like an Alpha? Had someone scented you? It didn't smell like anyone he knew and it made his blood boil. "Who did it?" Bucky growls after a pause. Your brows knit together in confusion. Who did what? You wrack your brain for what he could be upset about when suddenly it clicks in your mind. "Bucky, it was--" Before you can finish your sentence, Bucky whisks you away to the sleeping quarters. A started noise leaves your lips as he heaves you over one shoulder effortlessly.

Bucky carries you swiftly into his room, dropping you on the bed like a rag doll. "Bucky," you begin again only to be interrupted by the Alpha crawling over you. He pins you down to the bed and brings his head to your neck. You shudder and present your scent gland to him almost immediately. Bucky preens at this and happily marks you. He does it over and over until your own smell is barely a whisper. You know you're practically dripping in Bucky's scent, and something in your brain sighs happily as if to say, 'more!'

He seems satisfied with his work and looks up to your flushed face. You can't help the purr that slips out of you as you look at the proud Alpha above you. Your body feels light and airy as if you're floating. A languid smile drifts across your lips as you stare at Bucky. He sits up, dragging you forward so you rest on his lap. "My 'mega," he mutters under his breath. You preen at the claim, nuzzling your nose against his cheek.

"If you've gotten that out of your system, can I explain now?" Bucky nods begrudgingly, making you chuckle. You lean forward and place a soft kiss on his forehead. "I was with Pepper at a meeting for a new Stark Industries internship program," you begin. "One of the interns was nervous and accidentally scented while I was next to him."

Bucky frowned. If you were with Pepper, why didn't anyone tell him? "Who knew you left?" Bucky asks, rubbing his chin on your shoulder absentmindedly. "I told Tony," you say, pausing to think. "Tony and Steve."

Bucky curses under his breath. This was probably Steve's way of making him talk to her. You look at him, your heart swelling in your chest. Had he been worried? Why did that make you so happy? Bucky pulls away and you whine at the loss of his warmth. "We need to talk," Bucky says finally. You feel a rush of dread pool in your stomach but you manage to nod.

"You've been avoiding me." You look away and bite your lip. You knew he would notice eventually, but it still made you nervous. "I know," you whisper. You feel guilt settle in the pit of your stomach and you sigh. You should have told him sooner but you were just too afraid of what he'd say.

"I saw your nest," Bucky adds.

Your face flushes as you look at him in shock. "You did?" You squeak. Bucky nods, looking you in your eyes. "Why were you avoiding me?" He asks. You look down and sigh softly. "I, um," you fumble over your words as you try to think. "I might have-- unknowingly-- claimed you?" You say awkwardly. Bucky feels his stomach flip at your confession. "Did you not want to?" Bucky whispers. "No! I do!" You say quickly, before realizing your words. Your face turns pink as Bucky raises a brow at you. "I know you weren't exactly thrilled about the classes, and I was afraid you'd reject me," you murmur. "Oh, doll," Bucky sighs, leaning forward. He places a kiss on your cheek and you feel his stubble scratch against your skin. "I was worried that you wouldn't like me as an Alpha," he admits. "I didn't want you to think I was just some knot-head looking for a rut." You're quick to shake your head and look up at him with a reassuring smile. "Bucky, I could never think that about you," you say quietly.

He hums in appreciation and peppers your face with light kisses. Your chest flutters at the affection and you turn your head to nuzzle his face with your own. A pleasant silence falls over the room, and you swear you can hear your heartbeat pounding away. Bucky's arms tighten around your frame, holding you close. You reach up timidly and rest your palms on his chest. A small smile ghosts over your lips when you feel his heartbeat speed up at your touch. Bucky leans down and places a gentle kiss on your shoulder, closing his eyes. "Mine," he whispers.

You feel your chest swell with pride and you can't help the grin that takes over your features. You plant a loving kiss against his hair and wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders.

"Yours."

#bucky barnes #fanfic #bucky fanfic #buckyxreader #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine #abo #alpha #beta #omega #im trash #avengers #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #bucky #fluff #buckytrash #reader insert

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FIC RECS - 2

💕 stay by @you-are-my-sanctuary

A road trip to Arizona goes wrong when you catch the attention of a familiar looking dark haired man with steely blue eyes.

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💕 Tell Him, Not Me by @zsiopao

here y/n l/n lands a role in a new television series that will put her relationship to the test.

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💕Stalker by @you-are-my-sanctuary

In which Bucky has a crush on the new PR manager and is being an adorable stalker.

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💕 What Could’ve Been by @you-are-my-sanctuary

Steve stays in the past when returning the stones, leaving you behind and erasing everything you two were to each other. Decades pass and he wonders if he made the right decision. Especially since the memories of you still lingers in his mind years after.

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💕  Let Your Spirit Fly by @starlightcrystalline

At the end of a long week, all you want is to get home. Fate has other ideas.

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💕 painted with bruises by @harryspet

In which Bucky kidnaps you in order to get close to his enemy, Steve, but realizes that Steve isn’t the hero he used to be.

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💕 Wolf, Partner, Gloves... by @revengingbarnes

HYDRA’s words make Bucky go into Winter Soldier mode. Then he meets you, and you make for him words that will bring him back to normal.

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💕 Sleeping With A Friend by @wkemeup

You wake up in Bucky’s bed after a night you’re certain will only break your heart.

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💕 An Unpredictable Reunion by @head-always-up-in-a-dreamworld

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💕 American Boy by @quarantined-with-bucky

Request: So basically buckyxreader where she is a super successful businesswomen and awfully confident but when she’s with bucky she feels insecure as many women want him and she’s insecure of nat. Based on “American Boy” by little mix where bucky is her american boy and the other girl in the song is nat. So like angst with a happy ending (maybe smut if you’re comfortable idk idk).

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💕 Uptown Girl by @brooklyns-boys

You’re a spoiled, shallow party girl who enjoys pushing any button you can find. When your parents put their foot down, giving you the choice between marrying a suitor of their choosing, or being cut off from your money, you’ll have to decide between luxury and the only person who’s ever given a damn about you.

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💕 pictures of girls by @subtlebucky

you’re prepared for a fun-filled weekend with a friend you haven’t seen in a while. instead, you get a weekend with the guy who sort of rejected you and a camera. what could go wrong?

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💕 don’t forget to sing by @sunmoonandbucky

You meet someone new in the most unlikely of ways during the quarantine in New York City.  An alley is six feet apart, right?

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💕 bloody by @buckycuddlebuddy

he looked feral; his eyes black, face contorted in something devilish, lips blood red and shiny and the smirk on his face was promising more than he already had given.

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💕 Home by @softlybarnes

Bucky comes home from his second tour overseas, after a long time away from the reader.

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💕 Kiss Me Better by @blissfullylostinarabbithole

Bucky has your heart, but he seems to despise you. Loki comes up with a plan to make him realize just what he’s missing.

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💕 x by @blissfullylostinarabbithole

Bucky receiving his first piece of fan-mail.

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💕 My Roommate’s Boyfriend by @angstysebfan

Your roommate’s boyfriend and you do not get along. You don’t even know why anymore. When your roommate has to move unexpectedly across the country, you both begrudgingly drive her car to her new home. Adventure, angst, and secrets come alive.

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💕 life with tiny and beefy by @wiensrsoldier

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💕 Safe Place To Land by @sunlightdances

You and Bucky are both standing up for Steve and Peggy’s wedding. Checking in at the hotel for the weekend, you’re horrified to realize there’s been a problem. A big problem.

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💕 A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes by @green-eyeddragonfanfiction

Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts.

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💕 we’re up all night to get lucky by  @nsfwsebbie

Your soldier comes home after his prevailing victory.

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💕 Jealousy Looks Good On You by @tinymalscoffee

You go to your favorite coffee shop after your date from the morning before never shows up.

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💕 x by @sinner-as-saint

uni!seb having a thing for boobies.

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💕 Everything by @mariessecretfantasies

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💕 Stardust And Starfish by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

“Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar.”

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💕 The Flaw Of Belief by @winterdaybreak

Y/N and Bucky fight over who can be more spiteful, who hates who more. Neither really mean it, but Bucky might just win.

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💕 dear... whoever by @whistlingwillows

a mandated series of long and short diary entries from the new head of R&D for Stark Industries.

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💕 starring role by @baezen

in which Hollywood’s former hottest movie star faces his biggest challenge yet – proving that he’s still worth the starring role

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💕 Mr. and Mrs. Barnes by @cherrypickertheory

You and your husband, Bucky, live a normal life in the suburbs of Washington, D.C. Or you did, that is, until you both realize that the other is a spy.

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💕 kitten by @buckycuddlebuddy

“you know,” bucky started, voice low and raspy. “i think i have spoiled you too much lately.”

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💕 Summer Days by @sleepypanda27

You meet a handsome stranger at the beach.

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💕 Power Over Me by @sinner-as-saint

CEO James Buchanan Barnes is a dominant. And he’s spent the last 5 years searching for his perfect submissive. Then one night, he finds you. He thinks everything will fall perfectly into place now; but he thought wrong. Turns out your unfortunate past which still haunts you to this day, and some of his enemies are, well, connected. Things go wrong. And your bond with your dom is tested in many ways…

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💕 Bucky & the Beast by @thejamesoldier

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💕 House Pride by @delusionalwriterr

After encountering Bucky during a Quidditch game, both of you grow attached to each other. But is the attraction enough to overcome the disapproval of your brother, Tony, and the messy past between your families?

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💕 Meet Me In The Hallway by @yikeswtfmate

Y/N and Bucky have hated each other since they were children and now they’re forced to live together, whether they like it or not.

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💕 Postcards by @sebbytrash

Takes place after Civil War. Bucky is your best friend but of course you’re in love with him. He goes off to travel the world and rediscover himself, sending you Postcards along the way, whilst you struggle with your feelings.

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💕 x by @moteldwelling

(this isn’t a fic but it’s amazing omg)

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💕 Helpless by @prongsies

Sirius loved you. Loved you enough to let you go. Loved you enough to selflessly step back, allowing you to love someone he knows could give you the love you deserved - even if it hurts.

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💕 What Is, And What Should Never Be by @whoisbxcky

You wake up one morning to find yourself in an alternate reality, in which the Avengers never came to be, and your friends are living perfect civilian lives. However, things are not all they appear to be, and you find yourself facing the worst fear you never knew you had.

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💕 Impaled by @revengingbarnes

You’ve been pining after Bucky for months. A compromising situation during a mission brings you a lot closer to him than you expected.

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💕 Helpless For You by @sgtjbuccky

A blind date has lead you and Bucky to the fourth date. Each one proving that you’ve got it bad more than prior and it doesn’t quite matter what will happen - you will keep on falling for that handsome devil and you don’t even mind.

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💕 Flowers by @bucky-the-thigh-slayer

Love can take a while, but the right love is always worth time, and some old fashioned gestures.

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💕 The (not naked) pin-up calendar by @bitsandbobsandstuff

When you ask for a favor, Bucky (very) grudgingly agrees. What can you do to thank him? Return the favor, of course.

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💕 Rogue Angel by @harryspet

Bucky tasks himself with deprogramming you, a former hydra soldier. Will he be able to show he cares for you as his Daddy or will your training stop you from seeing the truth.

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💕 Saving The Day by @jbbmoved

On your way back home, you are being followed by a couple of creeps. When your eyes fall on the most impressive and handsome Avengers, you don’t think twice and find yourself a fake boyfriend and savior.

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💕 Hidden Lagoons and Seashells by @after-avenging-hours

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💕 my heart, my angel by @paintedface

valentine’s day candy grams basically show how popular you are in the school, so you expect to get none, however, one, extremely sweet one, turns up on your desk. except you have no clue who it’s from.

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💕 Like Silver Glass by @thejamesoldier

Out of all the things you have seen so far in your life – a colorful plethora of alien species, artificial intelligence, an imaginative array of mutants and their abilities, cyborgs, superhumans, assassins, geniuses, etc. – merpeople fell actually pretty low on your ‘Shocking Things That Exist’ list.

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💕 Holiday Heist by @avengerofyourheart

When the art gallery you manage is robbed on Christmas Eve, you suspect the handsome stranger who flirted with you earlier in the day, but instead of involving the authorities, you take matters into your own hands with surprising consequences.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic recs #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky fanfic #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #fic recs #fics rec #rec list 2 #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey #ransom drysdale smut #ransom thrombey smut #ransom drysdale x reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #timothee chalamet x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #sebastian stan #timothee chalamet

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So here is my first actual post that is not a retweet and It is just a life update my life is fine and fanfiction is taking up my life here is a little bit about me

My favorite ship is alpha buckyxreader and stevexbuckyxreader

My favorite color is purple

I am bi but if my parents found ou they would kick me out of the house so that's JUST GREAT

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Red and (presumed) Dead

Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, A\B\O aspects heavily used, mentions of abuse in a past relationship, sexual content, slower burn, but not the slowest, mentions of dom reader, domination and submission aspects, Shibari, werewolf au, hypothermia mentions.

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Summary: After finding a body on his porch, Bucky has a proposition...

Word count: 1.7k roughly

AN: First upload on the new writing tumblr, lets see if I still go it.

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Bucky woke up slowly like he did most mornings, his hands sliding over the comforter as he sighed, and his back cracking as he stretched with a groan. He reached over for his phone, noticing the lack of messages from Steve, but one message from Sam that was asking if he wanted to get coffee that morning. He shot back a thumbs up and moved to go shower, his hand sliding through his hair as he yawned lazily.

The haze of tiredness followed him to the tiled bathroom as a shiver filled his ribs and spine, forcing a shudder out of him as he looked out the window to his side, smiling at the sunrise that heaved through the clouds before he opened the shower and turned it on. Steam filled the area around him as he stripped from the simple boxers he slept in. He stepped in without hesitation, the cold temperature of the outside from the snow of the night before disappearing as he did. He went through the motions of washing himself as he looked down, his cheeks flustering as he thought back on the conversation Steve forced him through last night.

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“Buck, doesn’t it get lonely out here?” Steve asked, raising a brow as he poked the food Bucky had made for them both.

“I have you and Sam, it’s not all bad.” He said, taking a bite of the steak he’d made.

“That’s not what I meant, Bucky.” He muttered, adding in, “Sam settled with this cute beta from the coffee shop you two go to, and I’m interested in the omega that works at the art store I buy from, but what about you punk?” He asked, not meaning any harm.

Bucky sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, “Steve I can’t get into a relationship right now, or even think about mates. I wanna be here.”

“Who’s to say the person you find doesn’t wanna live in the desolate woods with no contact to anyone ever again.” Steve smirked, glaring him down, “Come on Buck, you can’t just stay here and fuck your fist forever.”

“Who says so?” He snapped back, flushing a bright red at the terminology Steve was using.

Bucky didn’t need a partner. He was just fine in his cabin by himself.

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Bucky slid out of the shower with quiet motions, wiping himself down with a towel quickly as he moved back to his bedroom, going to his closet to grab clothing for his coffee run. He slid on a black t-shirt and a flannel jacket to follow, pairing it with jeans as he moved back to his kitchen, smiling at the slowly starting snowfall. He would stay home and read after his coffee run to stay warm.

He took a step closer to his front door, pausing as his body tensed up, the smell of a fire and chocolate filling his nose as he stepped closer, throwing it open with a cocked brow.

There was a body on his porch.

There was a woman’s body on his porch.

There was a woman’s body, who was clad in a red sweatshirt only despite it being twenty below zero outside on his porch.

Panic filled his body with ice, even on the outside he knew that this was to blame as he let out a shuddered noise. He pulled out his phone, calling Sam quickly as he muttered as soon as he heard the phone click signifying he picked up, “Can’t come to coffee, something came up.”

Sam didn’t get to say anything as he hung up too quickly, immediately throwing his phone somewhere else as he picked up the body, moving quickly to the guest bathroom that actually had a tub as he set her down onto the guest bed gently. He took her pulse , sighing in relief that it was still there, although very faint.

He didn’t think as he went through the motions of filling the tub with room temp water halfway, moving to his living room next and starting the fire quickly. Days in the cold winters of the ditches and the German freeze’s taught him enough about how to deal with hypothermia or freeze victims. He moved back into the bedroom, picking up the body as he frowned, but he quickly pulled out his hunting knife, cutting off the red sweatshirt and jeans she wore as he picked her up, moving her into the bathtub slowly and gingerly, “Easy…”

He sat back, turning the water on as he began to slowly make the temperature more warm, holding himself accountable as he kept his eyes on the faucet and her face. She was pretty, without a doubt, her hair darkened by the water as her flesh gave the implication of being soft and pliable.

There was a flinch in the water as it reached a normal bath water temperature as she woke quickly, gasping out as she sat up in the water suddenly. Bucky was quick to grab her shoulder with his flesh hand, pushing her back down quickly, “Hey hey- easy.”

She looked up, her eyes wide as she yelled out, “WHO ARE YOU?”

He flinched back at the loud noise, his eyes narrowing, before he inhaled, muttering softly, “I’m Bucky, I found you on my porch. I brought you inside cause it’s below zero and I didn’t want you dying.”

She frowned, realization hitting her as she realized she was naked save for a bra and some thin underwear, “What did you do to me?”

“I had to cut your clothes off of you cause your things were frozen solid. If I was gonna save you from hypothermia or dying I had to.” He sighed, tucking his metal hand into his pocket as he spoke, “Hold on.”

He stood, moving to grab some spare clothes as he came into the bathroom, setting them on the counter, “What were you doing on my porch?”

“I was passing by and got cold.” She answered quickly, covering herself in the tub as she glared up at him, noticing his metal arm with a gasp. He paid no mind to the noise, ignoring her shocked expression as he took out towels from above the toilet, setting them down as he stood, “I’ll let you change, sorry I don’t have any… undergarments that are dry, but please don’t continue wearing them- you’ll get cold again.”

She tensed up as he stood, closing the door behind him as he moved to the living room, poking at the fire to keep it alive as he moved outside, going to grab firewood for it in preparation of the upcoming day or longer.

As he collected firewood, she moved out of the tub and removed her clothing, grabbing the things he’d brought for her as she slid them on quickly, already starting to shiver. She walked out, shifting in the clothing that smelt of oranges and vanilla, a smell that would otherwise be commonly seen in omegas, but now filled her head with the heavy word of Alpha. He returned, setting down the firewood on the red brick of the fireplace, moving into the guest bedroom, and as he passed her in the room, her body tensed up as the hefty smell of his scent filled her body with warmth. He didn’t notice, instead grabbing the sheets off the bed and moving into the living room again, “Come on, I gotta keep you warm.”

Bucky, as she now knew him, was helping her, which she assumed was just out of the good of his heart, but the back of her head screamed that all of this was bad. He set the blankets on the couch in front of the fire and moved to the kitchen, “Get comfortable, and most importantly, warm.”

She nodded, shifting on her feet anxiously before she stepped closer to the couch, settling down on the cushions as she grabbed the blankets for herself. Bucky was moving around the kitchen, making what she assumed was tea before setting it in front of her and settling on the ground in front of her, “What were you actually doing on my porch? You were wearing nothing but a hoodie and some jeans, and I know for a fact that if my-.” He cut himself off, biting the word omega back, “If someone I loved stepped out of the house while it’s nearly 20 below zero in just a hoodie I’d drag them back inside. So why were you really on my porch?”

She frowned, shifting uncomfortably, “I was running away from someone okay? Simple as that.”

Now it was his turn to frown, sitting back to keep his back to the fire, muttering slowly, “Well, you can stay here as long as you’d like, and I can… I don’t know, let you room here till you feel safe to go out into town again.”

She looked shocked at the very proposition, an alpha offering to let a very obviously unmated omega room with them was beyond shocking, even with the adjusted societal standards that were held today. So when she, to her own surprise, said yes, it sent a similar shock to Bucky. She was accepting his offer to stay in his home, to live with him so she was safe. This was appeasing a part of him he’d forgotten a long time ago, when hydra kept putting him into the ice until his brain was the equivalent of a slushy. He could let out a purr if he knew who she was, but at this point, she was nothing but a stranger. Instead he gave a curt nod and stood, moving into the kitchen, “You're awake just in time for breakfast anyways, what do you want?”

She looked back, the very homey sense of all of this situation filling her with content as she muttered, “Whatever you do, I’m sure I’ll be fine.” She smiled back at him, hunkering down into the blankets as she watched the fire crackle and curl into itself, her chest filling the the feeling of ice, despite the warmth around her, and she suddenly shuddered with distaste at the feeling. After all, being presumed dead in the snow implies you’ll hate it afterwards, right?

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Little Red Riding:

Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, A/B/O aspects heavily used, mentions of abuse in a past relationship, sexual content, slower burn, but not the slowest, mentions of dom reader, domination and submission aspects, Shibari, werewolf au, hypothermia mentions.

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Summary: Bucky finds a girl on his porch, and after saving her from hypothermia, he invites her to live with him for her safety... and possibly also for his own sake.

Chapter 1: Red (and presumed) Dead

Chapter 2: Keep Each Other (Cold)

Chapter 3: TBD

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Back Off (One-Shot) (Omegaverse)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Summary: Bucky is very good at warding off creepy alphas who may try to make a move on Y/n. Maybe too good. 

Word count: 3,161 words || Masterlist || Masterpost of my Omegaverse fics

Contents: Omegaverse, intimate contact but no explicit sexual content

A/N: This is my entry for @mermaidxatxheart​‘s Jamie’s 500 Followers Writing Challenge! Thank you for hosting! My prompt was friends to lovers.

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Another one of Tony Stark’s famous parties. They always got Bucky on edge—too many people in one room, the pungent odor of the excessive amount of alphas, betas and omegas in the room all swirling around together in a frankly toxic manner. Only by seeking out Y/n’s calming scent—lavender and chamomile and something distinctly her—could Bucky even begin to ground himself. Luckily, Bucky could always find her scent, wherever in the room she was, wherever he was.

Nevertheless, he typically tried to keep his friend in his line of sight—something else to keep him calm. She wasn’t much of a dancer and tended to stay at the bar; he wasn’t much of a drinker and would stand near the door.

Between her and any threat that might come through the door.

But right now, the threat was approaching from the other side of the room, from the dance floor. A tall, lean alpha with gross pit stains from vigorous dancing and pants far too tight for any era’s fashion standards, Bucky’s sure of it.

Something about the way this alpha was looking at Y/n made Bucky uneasy, so he began to inch closer to the bar, his ears perked up and his eyes zoned in on the creep.

Y/n was minding her own business, elegantly sipping her pink house-special martini and chatting with the bartender. Y/n was always making friends with servers and bartenders and custodial staff; she was friendly to everyone and everyone liked her. Bucky could easily understand why people gravitate toward her endearing manner, her sweet smile, her pure, radiating kindness.

The alpha was hovering, waiting for his opening like a circling vulture. The moment the bartender was called away to refill an order on the other side of the bar, the vulture swooped and descended. He leaned against the bar near Y/n’s stool, a cocky grin on his face.

“Hey, baby girl,” he drawled. The intimate and demeaning nickname from a complete stranger made Bucky’s skin crawl. “Why ain’t a pretty thing like you up there dancing?”

Hearing the jerk refer to Y/n merely as a ‘thing’ set Bucky over the edge. He made the firm decision to march over there and stop him.

He found the distance shorter than he anticipated. He must have been slowly drifting towards the scene unawares the entire time. So in only two determined strides, he was by Y/n’s side, just in time to hear her say, simply,

“Because I don’t want to be.”

The alpha had barely opened his mouth to make a sexist retort before Bucky put a protective hand on Y/n’s shoulder and snarled, “The lady said she’s not interested. So back off.”

Bucky was a particularly strong and alpha-y alpha; when he wanted to (and sometimes when he didn’t intend it) he could emit extremely powerful pheromones that would ward off just about anyone. And he was rather talented at warding handsy alphas away from Y/n in particular.

The alpha frowned at Bucky, but walked away.

Y/n beamed up at Bucky in that brilliant way she could that never failed to make the object of her attention feel special and wanted.

“Thank you, Bucky,” she said, laying a small hand on the larger, metal hand still laid upon her shoulder (even though the creep had gone), not so much securing it there as making a grateful gesture.

“No problem, doll.” Bucky hoped his face was soft as he gazed down upon Y/n. He had often been accused of having a perpetually and unintentionally angry countenance—what Sam called ‘resting bitch face.’ It usually served to ward off more than just overstepping alphas; it tended to cause everyone to keep a healthy distance, including any potential romantic interests or friends.

But that was what made Y/n so special. She never let the grumpy facade deter her from trying to get close to Bucky and be his friend. As cheesy as it may sound, her warmth managed to melt the icy exterior of the Winter Soldier, and she wormed her way into his heart to become, in addition to Steve and Nat, one of his closest friends.

“I’ll, uh—” Bucky could feel his face heating up under her eye, unwittingly intense with her unwavering attention. “I’ll let you get back to your drink,” he mumbled, and shuffled back to his post against the wall, between Y/n and the door.

With his back turned, he missed the flash of disappointment in Y/n’s eyes at his hasty retreat.

All he saw was her quick bounce back, turning to Wanda who settled on the stool next to her with a bright smile and beginning to chat. There was, of course, no reason whatsoever to be wary of Wanda, good friend and fellow Avenger, so it was not his watchful eye but his longing gaze that lingered on the back of Y/n’s head and her perfect hair.

His focus was so singular that he did not notice Natasha sidling up to stand beside him. Of course, that may also be partially attributed to the super-spy’s natural stealth.

“You could have stayed and had an actual conversation you know,” she said, jarring him out of his reverie. “The opportunity was right there.”

Bucky tried to appear casual and cool, leaning back against the wall and shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’m not a great conversationalist,” he muttered.

“Luckily, Y/n’s got enough social aptitude for the both of you,” Natasha countered.

Another alpha began to walk up to the bar near Y/n’s spot, and Bucky straightened up against the wall, once again focusing his view in that direction instead of just making furtive glances.

Natasha’s respondent chuckle was fairly soft and fairly low, but due to her typical stoic nature, Sam still leaned beside her and teased, “What’s got you laughing so uproariously?”

“Bucky’s on the defensive again,” Natasha replied.

Bucky hardly seemed to notice his friends making fun of him, at least until the strange alpha leaned up against the bar and tried to hail the bartender, ignoring Y/n entirely and Bucky finally lowered his hackles.

“Hm?” he asked.

“You know she’s not some helpless damsel omega in distress. She may not be an Avenger, but anyone assigned to work in this building has to have an extensive amount of self-defense training. Even to manage our busy schedules and answer the phones,” said Natasha.

“Oh you’re talking about Y/n?” Bucky tried to play dumb, but Nat and Sam were not buying it. They both fixed him with a glare that could level a mountain. “Yeah I know she’s not—I’m not trying to—”

“Not trying to what? Scare off every single potential partner from an eligible and perfectly capable young omega?” Nat crossed her arms across her chest, popped a hip and arched her brow, in full judgmental Russian spy mode.

“Give him a break Nat,” said Sam, nudging Natasha’s hip with his own. “She’s an unmated omega and he’s a supercharged alpha. It’s all instinct.”

“Lillian in accounting is an unmated omega, and Bucky doesn’t go all guard-dog on her,” Natasha proffered.

“I do not—” Bucky began to defend himself, but the Falcon and the Black Widow continued speaking over him like he wasn’t even there.

“Yeah but she’s got a nose ring,” Sam countered Nat.

“That is not a sign that she has any more ability to defend herself against unwanted attention,” Nat rebutted. Sam went to open his mouth, “Nor does it make her less desirable or attractive to alphas. She is flirted with just as often as Y/n would be, if anyone could ever make it past her personal body guard over here.” Natasha jammed a thumb into Bucky’s hard chest.

She turned to face him and he was glaring down at her, his nostrils flaring as he expelled air through them forcefully, trying to keep himself calm. This demeanor would make most people cower, but Natasha was completely unperturbed. They stayed like that for several moments, Bucky glaring down at Nat and her gazing up at him.

Finally, Bucky averted his eyes and murmured, “Fine, I’ll back off her a little.”

Nat patted him on the bicep and gave him a sympathetic look that bordered on pity. “You’re a good friend, but I’m sure she’ll appreciate getting the opportunity to meet some new alphas, maybe find a mate.”

Something about that sentence made Bucky feel like crying, or vomiting, or tackling Natasha to the ground. But instead, he simply stormed out of the room.

When he was gone, Sam turned to Nat. “Why did you do that? Everyone knows he wants to bond with Y/n, even if he won’t admit it to himself. I thought you wanted them to get together as bad as the rest of us.”

“I do,” she answered. “But they weren’t going to get anywhere just keeping on as they were. Now, the window is open for a few opportunities: first, Bucky could go completely crazy not being able to be around Y/n without having to watch helplessly as alphas make a move on her and finally ask. Second, Y/n could get hit on one too many times and realize she misses Bucky’s ‘protection,’ and attention. Or, my prediction…”

A beat passed. Sam watched Nat, waiting for the continuation of her sentence, but she was watching Y/n, who was already looking around the room for Bucky.

“Which is?” Sam asked, waving his hand in front of Nat’s face, who seemed to him to have spaced out. “Nat? Your prediction is?

A sly smile turned the corner of her lip up as Y/n hopped off her stool. “Coming true.” She nodded towards Y/n’s form retreating through the main doors. “Y/n already missing Bucky, not even needing the push of another alpha hitting on her without Bucky around.”

Sam shook his head and smiled, putting his famous, adorable gap teeth on display. “Damn, you’re good.”

Of course Y/n had noticed the second Bucky’s scent disappeared. The bathroom on this floor was accessible through the ballroom itself, so it wasn’t necessary to exit entirely unless one was departing for the evening. And Y/n had no interest in being at a party Bucky wasn’t at.

She traveled through the elevator, nervously tapping her recently-manicured nails against her leg where the slit in her elegant maroon ballgown exposed her thigh. She had considered putting little silver stars on her nails, but ultimately decided that would be too on the nose.

When Y/n reached Bucky’s floor, he perked up immediately, smelling her through the door. For a moment, he thought he was hallucinating—that driving himself crazy by thinking about other alphas touching her and dancing with her and holding her was making him lose his mind. But then the soft, shy knock came. He leaped out of bed. Then, not wanting to seem too eager, he stood in front of the door for a moment calming himself down, preparing himself.

But it was naive to think he could ever be prepared for her innocent, heart-melting gaze up at him. It would always knock the air out of his lungs, for the rest of time, no matter how often he had the privilege of experiencing her attention.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky finally asked, after staring for a beat too long.

“You left the party,” Y/n replied.

“Yeah? So?” Bucky stepped to the side so she could walk in.

“So I have no interest in being at a party you’re not at,” she stated matter-of-factly.

He closed the door slowly and turned to look at her, slightly agog. “But now I’m not in the way of an alpha who may try and flirt with you.”

Y/n took a step closer to him. “And what if I don’t want the alpha to flirt with me?”

Bucky crossed his arms. “Then you’re perfectly capable of warding them off yourself. Or one of your other friends can help.” He turned away from her and ran a hand through his beard. “But only once you decide you don’t want that alpha. I never let you give them a chance.”

“What if I don’t want to give them a chance?” Y/n took another step closer to him, and without turning, he could feel her presence just behind him, her gaze searing into his back. “Any of them?”

He somehow still wasn’t prepared for just how close she was when he turned around. He barely needed to do more than whisper, and his breath fanned her face as he said, “And how could you possibly know that you don’t want any of them?”

She brought one hand up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing across his beard. The feel of her touching him, even just that small amount of contact, was almost too much, and he had to close his eyes.

“By knowing who I do want.”

Suddenly her lips were on his, soft, gentle, cautious. When he didn’t move, frozen out of fear of waking up from this dream, she slipped back down from her tip-toe position and went to retract her hand, misinterpreting his inaction as disinterest.

His cerulean eyes shot open at the loss of contact and he grabbed her wrist— not harshly, just to keep her from pulling away.

“You’re sure?” he asked softly, searching her eyes for the sincerity of her answer.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Y/n replied breathily. “Bucky, I don’t want to be anyone’s omega if I can’t be yours.”

He smiled softly and turned her wrist so he could place a gentle kiss to her palm. Then he brought her hand to his neck, placing his hand over hers on his bonding gland. She could feel the blood rushing just under the surface of the skin, the pulse beating out a rhythm in tune with her own heart. “And I don’t want anyone to be your alpha if it can’t be me.”

A wicked smile came over Y/n’s features as she bridged the tiny gap between their bodies, bringing her other hand up to rest on his chest. “Yeah, you’ve made that pretty clear.”

Bucky’s confidence wavered for a moment, and she could tell. Even without being bonded, they were remarkably in tune with one another. He could no longer meet her gaze, and his glance averted to the side.

“Hey,” she cooed, bringing his attention back to her. “If I wanted you to stop— stop being so protective or scaring away the other alphas, I would have asked you to stop. But I liked it. I liked feeling safe and wanted.” Now it was her turn to avert her eyes, to her sparkly silver heels. “Made me feel a bit like your omega.”

Now it was his turn for a wicked grin. “Oh sweetheart.” He brought a single finger under her chin to draw her gaze up to him, so she could see the pure love and desire in his eyes. “Being my omega would be a totally different experience.”

“How so?” she breathed.

“I wouldn’t have to scare off any alphas, because none would even think of approaching you,” he stated.

In one smooth movement, Bucky spun her around and wrapped his arms around her middle. “You’d be in my arms the entire time.”

He began butting his nose and face up against her neck, her shoulder, the side of her face, making her giggle with how his beard tickled her soft skin. “You’d be drowning in my scent.”

Then he slowed and stilled, his face hovering over the right side of her neck so she could feel his hot breath on the spot pumping her sweet scent into his nose and just screaming out for him to sink his teeth into. “And,” he murmured. He pressed a single, feather-light kiss to her bonding gland. “You’d have my mark.” Another kiss, a little firmer. “On display, for everyone to see.”

The final time he brought his lips down, he parted them slightly, letting his tongue dart out to taste her ethereal flavor. She let out a moan and he tightened his grip around her middle, pulling her back into him so she could feel his erection against her back.

“Is that what you want, sweet ‘mega?” he asked. “Want me to mark you, make you mine?”

Reaching behind her to run her fingers through her hair, she gasped out, “Please.”

The next morning, Peter stepped through the elevators and walked into the Avengers common floor, eager to start his day. Tony always insisted on meeting him there for breakfast before allowing him to come down and assist him in the lab for his internship. He was surprised to see Y/n puttering around the kitchen in only an oversized SHIELD sweatshirt that came all the way down to her knees. He was familiar with her of course, and often saw her in the tower cafeteria for lunch or dinner, or in the living room or home cinema at group bonding events. She worked for the team, after all, and was friends with most of them, especially Bucky. But he had never seen her this early in the morning, and rarely on the weekends.

He approached and put his backpack on a stool. “Good morning, y/n,” he said slowly.

She turned from the coffee maker and he was treated to a bright smile. “Good morning, Peter.”

“Didn’t expect to see you here this morning,” Peter commented, hoping he sounded casual, as he reached into the cupboard for the Frosted Flakes.

“You’ll probably be seeing a lot more of her now.” Tony announced his arrival by answering Peter’s unasked question. “Now that she’s bonded to Old Fogey Number Two.”

That was when Peter caught sight of it: the still fresh and angry tooth marks on her neck. It looked painful, but she was humming as she poured creamer into her mug, and 2% milk into Bucky’s.

“I thought they were just friends,” Peter whispered to Tony, thoroughly confused.

“Not anymore, thank goodness,” he replied.

Just then, Bucky walked into the kitchen in just the matching SHIELD sweatpants to Y/n’s sweatshirt, hung low on his hips. There was an actual smile on his face, which Peter wasn’t sure he’d seen on Bucky without a joke having been cracked or a prank played on Sam. He wrapped his arms around his mate, trapping her between him and the counter.

“Thank you for making me coffee, omega” he murmured.

“You’re welcome, alpha” she replied.

Before releasing her, he pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, then to her bonding mark, making sure to take a deep inhale of her heavenly aroma.

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Connected

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have a very strong connection. It’s like you’re bonded before you really are. What happens when an actual bond may save his life? 

Word count: 4,765 words 🦾My Masterlist 🦾All of My Omegaverse Fics

Contents: Omegaverse; non-consensual, nonsexual touching; no smut

A/N: This for @buckybarnesbingo​, square K5 “Forced Soulbonding.” The ‘forced’ is sort of a ‘forced by circumstance,’ as I struggle writing darker fics, but I think if you read it you can see that it counts. 

The moment Bucky walked into the compound, it was like the cognizant, logical, human part of his brain shut off entirely, shoved in the backseat so his alpha brain could take the wheel. He strutted with fierce purpose deeper into the building, pumping potent levels of alpha pheromones into the air. Steve was extremely alarmed when Bucky stormed past him in the living room, not ever breaking his determined stride. Steve had to take a brief stunned silence attempting to process what he just witnessed before he could start jogging after his best friend.

“Buck! Buck!” he called, but the Winter Soldier’s mind was so laser focused on his task that the words didn’t even permeate his ears. But it wasn’t the Winter Soldier; it was James Buchanan Barnes, the man. The alpha.

His nose was following a very particular aroma that he could feel boring into his skin, searing into his mind never to be forgotten or surrendered. He honed in on the scent and burst into Stark’s office without any hesitation or warning.

The scene he walked in on was innocent enough. Tony was welcoming you to the team, shaking your hand from across the desk in a professional manner. But all Bucky’s hind brain saw was someone touching what was his, and the growl that erupted from his chest was so aggressive that Tony, one of the world’s most capable betas but a beta nonetheless, released you immediately and backed into the wall behind his desk.

You, on the other hand, were frozen stock-still, staring at Bucky with wide eyes. He smelled good, more than good. And yet you still had your faculties, though you were fighting against your inner omega to keep them. Before you had much time to struggle, however, Bucky had stomped his way to you. You could tell from how dilated his eyes were that he was not in his right mind, that he was being driven only by instincts and urges. He stuffed his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder and inhaled deeply, aggressively, like he was snorting the purest cocaine. Immediately, his chest started rumbling a visceral, pleased sound and he pulled you tight to his chest.

Just then, Steve finally caught up and came through the door. “Buck!” he admonished when he saw the position you were in. “Tones, what happened?” he asked, seeing the beta cowering in the corner.

“I have no idea,” Tony squeaked. “He just came crashing in here and seized my recruit.”

“Bucky,” Steve tried again, approaching him cautiously where he was still gripping you tightly. “Bucky, let the agent go, please.”

You were breathing shakily. Slowly, Bucky began to come back to his senses and realized the position he was in. He jerked away suddenly and rubbed his hands over his eyes, shaking his head to clear it.

“I am so sorry,” he croaked, but as soon as he looked into your eyes, his pupils began to dilate once again. This time he could feel himself slipping, and stumbled backward, trying to put some distance between you. He fell right into an armchair against the side wall of Tony’s office, perpendicular to his desk.

“Steve,” he rasped. “Steve come restrain me.”

“What?” Steve was simply confused at first, not quite processing the request. Then he registered how tightly Bucky was gripping the arms of the seat— his knuckles were turning white and Steve could hear the wood beneath the fabric cracking.

“Sit on me or something,” Bucky ground through gritted teeth. “Something about her scent…”

You turned to Tony where he had slightly relaxed against the wall. “I love being talked about when I’m in the room.”

By the time you finished your sentence, Steve was straddling Bucky, his feet planted firmly on the ground and pushing down on Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky was writhing underneath him and making grabby hands in your general direction.

“You may want to consider not being in the room, doll,” Steve enunciated as he continued to grapple with Bucky, his own serum-enhanced strength only barely beating out his best friend’s inferior-serum-enhanced strength combined with his fierce, animalistic determination.

Ignoring him, you spoke to Tony again. “Will this affect my place on the team?”

“No, no,” Tony assured you, but the tone of his voice suggested a dissonance between his words and his actual confidence in the matter. “We’ll figure something out.”

“All right, good to hear.” You gave one final side-eye to the struggling super-soldiers before walking out of the room.

Your pace was slow, much to the chagrin of Steve who was really hoping you would book it out of there so he could climb off of Bucky. He knew it was your scent and not his presence on top of Bucky that was causing the erection he could feel forming below him, but that knowledge didn’t make it any more comfortable to be straddling his hard best friend.

But you were affected by Bucky’s scent too. Clearly not as much as he was by yours, as you had yet to go completely feral and did not feel very much in danger of doing so. Nonetheless, you were drawn to him, and it felt a bit like forcing magnets apart to walk away from him.

Once outside the door, you found you could go no further. To put any more distance between you and the alpha who found your scent so alluring would be to tug and break at a tether between you, causing you both physical pain. So you slumped against the closed door and sank to the ground with a faint whimper, finally letting your guard down in a way you weren’t willing to do with your superiors (both in presentational and professional rank) inside the office.

Despite its weak volume, Bucky heard the whimper, and it gave him the final push of adrenaline to shove Steve backward off his lap so he could launch himself in the direction of the door and of you.

Before he could reach it, Tony desperately shouted, “FRIDAY!”

“On it, boss,” the AI chirped. Just as Bucky reached the door, a clicking sound could be heard. The door was locked.

Bucky growled loud and deep. He had now fully lost the control he had temporarily gained a few minutes before. His metal arm clicked and whirred and he made to punch the door down, but he was knocked on his ass by an Iron Man-style burst of energy coming from the doorknob. Once he was stunned and seated several feet away, a thick vibranium and steel sheet came down on the inside of the door, leaving no handle to break off and no access to the fragile wood you had your back against.

“I hope you don’t mind, boss,” the AI spoke up, “I took the liberty of going into lock-down protocol on this side of the door. The agent is still in the hallway.”

“No that was a good call, FRIDAY, thank you,” said Tony, eyeing the scene in front of him disbelievingly.

Bucky had crawled to the metal slab covering the door and was pawing at it, whining pathetically. His metal fingers and natural fingernails made a horrific screeching sound as they scratched along the vibranium-steel alloy. Slowly, he started to come back to himself again, panting and still feeling the immense tug between himself and this omega he has never met.

After a few minutes, FRIDAY spoke up again, her voice soft, almost compassionate. “Sergeant Barnes, would you like me to patch a communication line between you and the agent?”

The vibranium was sound-proof, but FRIDAY’s sophisticated microphone and speaker system could connect them.

“Yes, please,” Bucky rasped.

It was pin-drop silent in the office while FRIDAY communicated her intent to you in the hallway. The brief moment stretched on for an eternity for the aching alpha.

Finally, FRIDAY announced, “Sergeant Barnes, you may speak. Agent Y/n can hear you.”

“Y/n.” Bucky said it out loud to taste it in his mouth. It was a perfect fit. A moment passed, and while his own heart was beating out of his chest, he also felt like he could feel your heart hammering just as fast. Even his enhanced hearing couldn’t pick up on it through the vibranium-infused barrier, and yet he felt it in his soul. Only, that didn’t make any sense, since you weren’t bonded.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky finally said. He knew it sounded lame and weak and insufficient, but he didn’t know what else to say.

Another long moment stretched on. Bucky knew you had heard him, since he could feel your mind working, even though he couldn’t hear your thoughts. He waited patiently for your response. But it never came. The moment you resolved that you had no response to give, Bucky felt that resignation in his own mind, and spoke up again instead.

“I’m sorry for invading your space. I’m sorry for being a knot-wad alpha who let his instincts take over. But god they are strong instincts.” He banged his forehead against the door. “I don’t know what it is. I just feel so connected to you. Like you’re meant to be a part of me. Like you’re already a part of me.”

Finally you spoke. “Like we’re already bonded…”

Bucky half-sighed, half-guffawed. “Exactly.”

A few more silent moments passed. Steve and Tony were watching Bucky’s side of the interaction with fascination.

Bucky took a few calming breaths, practicing the mindfulness techniques he had been working on with his therapist. “I think I’ve got it under control now,” he muttered. Tony wasn’t sure whether it was to him and Steve, FRIDAY or you. “The urges aren’t going away, but I have them at bay.”

You nodded. You had no idea what to say, how to respond. You sighed heavily, trying to relieve some of the tension in your chest. Finally, with much effort, you hoisted yourself from the ground and walked away.

The string connecting your souls was still there, but it was thinner, and more elastic now. You made it to your new rooms that FRIDAY directed you to, and you lay down on the bed, just feeling the tether, feeling Bucky, though he was halfway across the compound.

When you were safely in your room, FRIDAY lifted the barrier in the office and unlocked the door. Bucky had felt you walk away, smelled your form receding, so he rose laconically.

Steve came over and put a hand on his shoulder, searching his eyes for something. “Are you sure you’re going to be ok, Buck?” he asked.

Bucky nodded. Then he shook his head. Then he nodded again. He heaved a sigh and looked Steve right in the eyes. “I’ll be ok, but if I don’t bond with her soon… something bad is going to happen.”

🦾

It would have been weird enough adjusting to everything. The new communal living situation; the high-stakes, high-risk job of Avenging; moving across the country and away from the only home you had ever known to upstate New York. But it was made even more bizarre by the inexplicable connection you felt with one James Buchanan Barnes and he with you.

It became a constant in your life. You could always feel Bucky, whether he was awake, whether he was distressed or anxious or contented or amused.

You were also remarkably attuned to his wants and needs. And you felt a strong urge to fulfill those needs. Not sexual needs necessarily, but bodily functional needs. For example, you could tell when he was getting parched, even if he was too engrossed in a punching bag or a video game or any other activity to notice his thirst himself. He would accept the water bottle with a surprised

expression. But just handing him the bottle wasn’t enough. You wouldn't feel easy until you watched him take a drink, and he would do so looking right into your eyes. Only then could you relax and with a small nod, walk away.

The same phenomenon would occur on his end. You would wake up and find a protein-filled breakfast waiting for you, even though Bucky himself had eaten hours before when he’d woken at the crack of dawn for his run with Steve and Sam. There would be a plate of sausages and/or eggs as well as a bowl of cereal and fruit, accompanied by a tall glass of water and a smaller one of orange juice. He would watch you until you put the first bite in your mouth and gave him a small, appreciative smile.

The first time it happened, the first time you woke up and found a fully cooked and served breakfast presented to you by a man you hadn’t even properly been introduced to, you wanted to object. You wanted to spit at him that you weren’t a helpless omega, and you weren't his omega. That you were perfectly capable of making your own breakfast, thank you very much. But it did smell delicious, and the eggs were cooked exactly how you like them, and it felt like exactly what your body needed to be infused with enough energy for the day. The nail in the coffin of your acquiescence was when you looked up and saw the pleading look in Bucky’s eyes. You were suddenly made aware of your connection again, and could feel how antsy he was for you to accept this offering. So you sat down and took a small forkful of eggs, and you could both feel the tension lower in the room. He breathed a sigh of relief, gave you a barely-there, grateful smile and scurried off to take his post-run shower. And ever since then, it had become a habit.

You got to know each other, slowly. It was difficult to be in the same room for too long, especially for Bucky, without giving in to the urge to touch you. When you got to the point that he felt comfortable laying a hand on your arm or your leg while you talked, that made things easier for him, and he could last longer before the urge to go further became so strong you had to separate. And you made an excellent team on missions, able to anticipate the other’s moves and hyper-protective of each other.

Yes, you got along well as you continued to learn more about each other and connect on an emotional level as well as the inescapable physical one.

That connection was ever-present. A constant thrumming in the back of your mind, deep in your gut. For both of you, it was an unspoken comfort to know someone was always there, in tune with you, looking out for you.

Which is why it was particularly jarring for Bucky when one day he woke up and the connection was lost. He tried to tap into it, tried digging around. But he couldn’t find you.

Bucky panicked. Shouldn’t that only happen if you were dead? He was breathing heavily and his feet got caught in the sheets as he frantically threw them off.

“FRIDAY??” he called desperately. “Is y/n ok??”

“Physically, yes,” the AI replied. “Emotionally, no.”

“What does that mean??” Bucky tripped over himself trying to pull sweatpants over his legs since he slept in only his boxers. He didn’t bother with a shirt, and didn’t bother waiting for the AI’s reply, since he knew she could communicate with him just as well in the hallway.

“Agent y/n is in distress,” FRIDAY explained. “She appears to have entered a depressive episode.”

Bucky burst into your room. You were lying in your bed, curled up under a mountain of blankets. You weren’t crying. You weren’t even frowning. Your face was entirely blank. A stony, emotionless canvas. And that scared the shit out of Bucky.

“Y/n? Y/n.” His breathing was labored as he knelt down beside your bed. He couldn’t help but reach out and start petting your hair. It was matted and unkempt, but he needed to be touching you in some small way. “Y/n what’s wrong? I can’t feel you.”

You rolled over to your other side, shrugging off his hand. “Isn’t it better that way?” you mumbled. “Now you don’t have me annoying you all the time.” Your voice was muffled by the pillow you stuffed your face into, but Bucky’s enhanced hearing picked up every heartbreaking syllable.

“That’s not—Don’t—“ Bucky was stumbling over his words as he scrambled around the bed, on the verge of tears. “Doll, please don’t say things like that. I can't stand seeing you like this.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “But you can’t feel my pain.”

“Not through our connection,” Bucky conceded, kneeling again now that he was on the side of the bed you were facing.  “But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, doll.”

You stuffed your face further into the pillow. “You’re just thrown off by the lost connection. You’ll get used to it and forget about me.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide and he didn’t bother resisting the urge to grab your face and turn it towards him. He looked deep into your eyes. “Sweetheart, you’re scaring me.”

You averted your eyes. You didn’t look miserable per se; you looked entirely numb. And Bucky hated that. He missed the sparkle in your eye, and the dimple you got when your lips curled up or when you were trying to keep them from curling up.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his eyes squeezed shut. His breaths were shaky as he tried to ward off tears. “Our connection could stay lost and I would get used to it. I would miss it like hell, but I lived nearly a hundred years without it and I could survive. But I couldn’t live without you, y/n. Not anymore.”

Suddenly, Bucky felt a familiar pull in his chest, and he let out a relieved sob.

You gasped. With your connection restored, you could feel again. The frozen numbness you had felt melted away, and though your own heart still felt closed off and hard, you could feel Bucky loud and clear. His anguish at seeing you in this state. The aching sense of loss and incompleteness when the connection was missing, and the sheer euphoria of its restoration. But most shockingly, you felt the searing, undeniable, pure love.

Bucky could feel you again, and that meant he could feel you were still depressed. But he could feel that flicker of hope as well.

The connection was permanently back after that, but it was not as it had been. It was more subdued, calmer, easier, less tumultuous. You were able to be in the same room for longer periods of time, because more carnal urges didn’t rear their heads nearly as easily, even for Bucky. Your hearts were bound without being bonded, and it was beautiful.

🦾

Even though you and Bucky were perfect partners in the field, every once in a while you got assigned to missions separately. It was never a pleasant experience for whoever had to stay home. To be so far away from one another already frayed the tether, but it was especially nerve-wracking to be able to feel the skittishness and fear of the active party without being conscious of the stimuli eliciting those reactions.

If one of you was out working without the other, the one at home was completely useless the whole day. Bucky would pace ceaselessly, beat dozens of punching bags out of commission, and growl at anyone who dared try to speak with him. You would wring your hands and bite your nails and cuticles, lie in bed and stare at the ceiling whining and letting all of Bucky’s emotions wash over you, completely inconsolable.

Usually, when the mission was over and Bucky was on the quinjet headed home, you could finally relax, relishing in his satisfaction at a job well done and feeling the tether strengthen as he drew nearer, and vice-versa.

But for some reason, today was different. You could feel him drawing nearer, but none of his distress from the mission had melted away. If anything, he seemed more on edge, and his discomfort clawed at your gut.

Typically, when one of you returned from a mission the other was not on, you would meet each other at the quinjet landing pad up on the roof. Seeing each other safe and well would immediately allay all the jitters of the stressful day.

But for some reason, today was different. You were frozen where you lay on your bed, completely unable to will yourself to move. Every muscle in your body was tensed and in pain and you were entirely immobile. Anyone who were to walk in and see you would say you were staring into space, possibly in some kind of paralysis dream, but you appeared relatively calm. On the inside, though, a was a cacophony; your connection was rioting against your insides like a rabid dog, snarling and biting at you. But one would never imagine your inner turmoil gazing at you lying perfectly peacefully on your back.

With a gasp, you shot upright in bed. A searing pain shot through your wrists,  very specifically your wrists. You felt the very particular sensation of being handcuffed, but there was nothing there. The distinct pain gave your body the push it needed to pull you out of your catatonic state and send you running through the compound before you even knew you were doing it.

You were racing through the compound on some instinct outside of yourself. Chasing Bucky’s scent, chasing the tether, and, once you got close enough, chasing his screams.

As if anticipating you, Steve circumvented you outside the door to the interrogation room Bucky was in, grabbing hold of you and pushing you into the adjoining observation room instead. Through the one-way glass, you could see Bucky chained to the desk, struggling against his bonds. Every time he strained against the cuffs, you could feel the sting of the metal digging into your own flesh.

The bond was stronger and more violent than it had ever been, and you didn't understand why.

You couldn’t force words out, not with the war raging in your mind, body and soul. So you just looked at Steve pleadingly, begging him with your expression to explain. Why was Bucky manacled? Why was he in such agony?

“He was injected with something in the Hydra compound they were raiding.”

“I thought the compound was supposed to be abandoned?” you rasped.

“It was a trap,” Steve answered. “They specifically wanted him, but Clint got hit too. It was a suicide mission for every enemy involved. They both went feral as soon as they were injected and killed them all.”

You winced, but Steve wasn’t going to mince words around you. You were an Avenger too, after all.

“Maybe if I go in there,” you offered. “If he can see me, touch me, it’ll calm him.”

Steve eyed Bucky warily through the glass. He was still yanking at his restraints, growing and howling. You had plastered yourself against the glass and were watching him mournfully.

“Y/n…” Steve began softly. “He nearly killed me.”

Just then you looked up, shocked, and looked at Steve properly for the first time. He was beaten up and bloody; with his accelerated healing, you know it must have been even worse initially.

“He didn’t recognize me,” Steve continued. “Just… Wait until Cho and Banner get back with the toxicology report.”

You nodded curtly and rubbed your wrists nervously, turning back to the glass to watch Bucky.

He could feel you keenly, you were sure of it. It was a one-way mirror but he was somehow looking right at you, so perfectly honed in on your scent was his unleashed alpha. You let out another involuntary whine.

Mercifully, just then Drs. Cho and Banner came through the door, somber expressions on both their faces. They too were affected by their friend’s pitiful sounds of distress, though they couldn’t feel his pain like you could.

“So it’s some kind of fucked up stimulant,” Cho explained. She wasn’t usually so blunt or crass, so something must have been really wrong. “Really fucks up most brain function. Pretty much everything except base instincts shut down.”

“What’s the cure?” Steve asked.

“A huge rush of dopamine should jolt the system back to normal,” Cho answered. “A hit of morphine fixed Barton up just fine, but…”

“But what?”

“The super-soldier serum means Barnes can’t get high,” Bruce chimed in. “No drug—at least at any nonlethal dose— would work.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do?” Even Steve, perpetually stoic Soldier Steve’s voice, was dripping with desperation now.

Bruce’s eyes were darting nervously between your form against the glass and Steve’s eyes. Cho was unabashedly staring right at you as she said, “Bonding with an omega would release the required level of dopamine and endorphins.”

You turned slowly to face her.

You and Bucky had never discussed bonding. Claiming one another. Up until recently, you hadn’t known each other well enough, and your bond was already so strong without taking that extra step.

“He can’t consent,” you said softly. “Not in this state.”

Bruce looked at you sympathetically. “But it’ll save his life.”

You doubled over in pain then as you felt Bucky shove himself against the table to which he was bound.

When you straightened up, you resolved, “Fine. Fine.”

Steve unlocked the door to the containment room for you. As soon as you stepped through the door, Bucky’s gaze snapped up to your face and seared through you. He whimpered and pulled at his restraints, which you could feel on your own wrists and ankles. While even with Steve, his best friend in the whole world, he had been insatiably aggressive, his expression with you was pleading and pathetic. He watched you with wide eyes that pulled at your heartstrings as you cautiously approached him.

You thought to tell him something, warn him, use your words like a civilized human being. But all words escaped you. You wouldn’t have been able to hear yourself anyway, over the thundering of your heart.

You inched closer to him. When you were right in front of him, you had to squat and duck under and between where his arms were chained to the desk so you could sit on his lap, straddling him.

His whines ceased, but he was panting heavily as he looked at you with blown out eyes. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and this close to him, closer than you’d ever been before, you were beginning to understand how he felt that first day you met. When he was completely out of himself, completely swallowed by his animalistic urges, drowning in your scent and your sight and your feel, because that’s how you felt right now.

Your vision tunneling and a ringing in your ears made everything that wasn’t Bucky fade away. There was only Bucky’s grunts, Bucky’s searing azure eyes.

Bucky’s neck. A very particular spot on Bucky’s neck was calling out to you, screaming for you, and you gave in to your urges. You brought your teeth to the spot and bit down hard.

With a howl, he finally managed to free his arms from his confinements, the metal chains yanking out of the table with the cuffs still latched around his wrists. The first thing he did with his newfound mobility was to grasp your hair with one hand and yank your head to the side, exposing your neck to him. Before you could even process what was happening, he had reciprocated your earlier action and bit down on your neck.

Only once his teeth pierced skin did everything start to slow down, ease out. The connection was stronger than ever, but it was comforting, easy. He wrapped his arms around your middle and you lay there with your head buried in his chest. For a long time, you didn’t speak. You didn’t want to speak. You just wanted to bask in his oaky scent and he in your herbal one, breathing each other in and breathing as one. Neither of you wanted to face up to what this meant just yet.

You’d have to face what comes next soon enough.

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