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THE DAY THE SUN CAME OUT | John "Bucky" Egan x Connie Myers (OC)

Summary: The day has arrived for Connie and Bucky to have their baby Warning(s): mentions of ptsd, mostly pure fluff from our six foot softie :)

Wisconsin September 1947

Connie shifted uncomfortably in the rough hospital bed. There she and Bucky had been. Almost 11 hours, waiting for their first child to enter the world. But the baby just wouldn't budge.

Despite Bucky's protests of not wanting to sleep, Connie had insisted that he get some rest. The baby wouldn't be arriving anytime soon. Or so she thought.

She watched as Bucky slept peacefully against the solid metal chair. How could he do it, she thought.

Maybe it was the fact that he had seen so much the past few years. how it had taken him little time to fall asleep in the barracks of the POW camp. Because what does one enjoy when there is nothing they can do?

Sleep.

As she examined him more, Connie could notice the small marks that were still there after all those years. The wrinkles on his face that hadn't been there before he'd crash landed in Germany. How she just wanted to go up to him and kiss it all better.

Unfortunately, he had been left with much more than just the physical reminders.

Every night since the day he came back, Connie would be on high alert whenever her husband would start having nightmares or whenever he would begin to have panic attacks in the middle of the night.

Many close friends and neighbors had expressed pity towards Connie and would openly comment how putting up with Bucky's behavior must be a lot to keep up with, or how many women don't usually do that.

But not Connie.

She stuck with Bucky before the war as a friend, and she planned to stick with him even after it all. Just as his wife now.

There were some days where she felt that Bucky was there, but not there mentally. He zoned out often. Didn't listen while she was talking. Out of bed by five in the morning with no explanation. He could go a whole day without talking to anyone, Connie included.

It sometimes made her feel like nothing more than a single married woman.

Since the two first found out that Connie was expecting, things had gotten much better. At least a little more normal for Bucky.

He smiled more. Nothing forced, but something more natural. Even that sparkle in his eyes that had been replaced by exhaustion and dullness for years had finally come back.

It was like he was starting to find himself again. And nothing made Connie happier than to see him happy.

"Ah."

Connie clutched her stomach, feeling a painful ripple run across her abdomen.

"Pst, pst. Bucky."

He was awake instantly, getting up from his chair. He ran a hand through his tangled locks, still feeling groggy from the nap.

"What's going on? Are you okay? Is the baby coming?"

Bucky rushed to Connie's side as she began to wince again, clutching the side rails of the hospital bed and struggling to bear the pain.

"Just- god-please get a nurse!"

And with that, he wasted no time rushing into the hall and screaming frantically. It made Connie laugh a little, even in her state.

Bucky paced the gray tiles of the hospital hallway, his heart pounding in his chest like a wild drum. The smell of antiseptic filled the air, both comforting and suffocating at the same time. His wife, Connie, was in labor, and the urgency sent a wave of panic through him. He glanced at the clock on the wall, its hands moving slowly, sealing his worry in its ticking sound.

"I need a nurse in here! " Bucky shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. He felt the eyes of the few staff members nearby upon him, their gazes a mixture of curiosity and judgment. It was as if they were questioning his sanity for being so frantic. He ran a hand through his dark hair, which was slick with sweat.

Nurses and doctors moved about, busy with their tasks, yet no one seemed to hear him. Panic rose like bile in his throat.

"Can somebody get a goddamn nurse! My wife's in labor! " He nearly yelled this time. His eyes darted toward Connie's room, where he could hear the faint sound of her struggling breaths. That pain echoed in his own chest.

Just then, two nurses darted from behind a cluster of file cabinets. They rushed past him, barely acknowledging his presence as they entered Connie's room. Relief washed over him, followed by frustration. Was it so hard to be noticed?

Bucky followed quickly, his feet pounding against the floor. When he entered Connie's room, the sight sent a fresh wave of panic through him.

Connie lay on the bed, her face pale and strained, beads of sweat covering her brow. The two nurses worked swiftly, adjusting her position and checking the charts.

"Connie, sweetheart," Bucky whispered, rushing to her side. He grasped her hand, feeling the tight grip of her fingers.

"John," she gasped, her voice barely rising above a whisper. "It hurts. "

"I know, I know," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. He wanted to be strong for her, but inside he felt as fragile as a dry leaf about to break. "You're doing so well. Just keep breathing, okay? "

"Is it supposed to hurt this much? " Connie asked, tears pooling in her eyes.

The head nurse, a tall woman with blonde hair tied back tightly, glanced at Bucky. "We need you to step outside for a bit. It’s important for her to focus. "

Bucky felt a knot in his stomach. "I don’t wanna leave her," he replied firmly. But he could see the urgency in the nurse’s eyes. He looked back at Connie, who nodded slightly, the pain etched on her features.

"Okay, but I’ll be right outside," he promised her, squeezing her hand one last time before he stepped back into the hallway.

He paced again, frustration building with every tick of the clock on the wall. Where was everyone? The other staff members walked by as if he were invisible, wrapped in their own busy worlds. He leaned against the cold wall, taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Moments felt like hours. Bucky’s mind raced with worry about Connie. Would the baby be healthy? Would she be okay?

Suddenly, the door to the room flew open, and the head nurse popped her head out, her expression serious.

"Mr. Egan?", she said, calling him with a much lighter tone. "We need you in here. Things are progressing. "

Bucky bolted into the room. Inside, Connie was now sitting up, breathing heavily. The other nurse adjusted a few instruments nearby, but Connie's focus was locked on him. He rushed to her side again, feeling the warmth of her hand grasping his.

"Bucky," she gasped, "I think—"

"Just focus on me, doll," he said, meeting her gaze. "You’re doing it. "

The nurse moved closer, her hands poised and ready. "Connie, we need to start the next phase. Just listen to me, and we will get through this. "

Bucky felt the energy shift in the room. There was a buzz of excitement mixed with fear. He could see the concentration on Connie’s face, and he knew that this was it. Their baby was coming.

"I don’t know if I can do this! " Connie exclaimed, panic flickering through her eyes.

"You can, and you will," he replied firmly. "I’m here with you, and we’re in this together. "

The nurses worked in harmony, instructing Connie on when to push. Bucky held her hand tightly, feeling every squeeze as she struggled and fought through the pain. His heart swelled with pride and fear, knowing they were on the brink of bringing new life into the world.

After what felt like an eternity, a loud cry filled the room. The nurses smiled as one of them held up a tiny bundle wrapped in a soft blanket.

“It’s a girl!” she announced, handing the baby to Connie, who began to cry tears of joy.

Bucky gasped, overwhelmed. He reached for the tiny hand, connecting with his daughter. “You did it, Connie,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Connie looked up at him, her face glowing with happiness. “Look at her. She's precious.”

Bucky leaned closer to Connie and their newborn, fascinated by the little human and the way her eyes fluttered open and closed.

"Here. Hold her, honey."

Connie carefully handed the bundled-up infant to Bucky, who held the baby in his arms as if she were glass, trying not to break her or harm her in any way.

"She's beautiful," he whispered, eyes wide with wonder.

Bucky broke into a warm smile as he quietly watched his daughter's small movements. She squirmed a little, her tiny fingers reaching out as if she were trying to explore the world around her. Bucky's heart swelled with joy. He never felt happier.

Connie watched Bucky, noticing the way he gazed at their daughter. The sun from the window shone on their new family, making everything feel perfect. 

Never in a million years did Bucky think he’d be there, holding his first child in that hospital room. The war had taken so much from him – friends, memories, and pieces of himself.

He never thought he would have a family, let alone make it through alive. Now, as he sat there, cradling his little girl, it felt like he had won a treasure beyond measure.

He looked into her little face, seeing the tiny button nose and the wisps of dark hair on her head. She was beautiful, his beautiful daughter. His little princess.

"What should we name her?" Connie asked softly, her eyes glistening with enthusiasm.

"Nancy," Bucky replied. "Nancy Curtis Egan. "

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SUNSCREEN | John “Bucky” Egan x Connie Myers (OC)

Summary: After recently giving birth to their daughter, Bucky treats Connie to a vacation. The two finally get some alone time. Warning(s): smut, fingering, p in v, public sex, dirty talk, mdni

Santa Monica Beach, California 1948

In the heart of Santa Monica, Bucky and Connie found themselves embraced by the sun-soaked beach, their first escape since the arrival of their little bundle of joy.

The salty sea breeze played with Connie's hair, her laughter echoing in the air as she watched Bucky frolic in the ocean's embrace.

Connie, her curves more voluptuous after motherhood, gleamed under the golden sun. She applied sunscreen, her delicate fingers tracing every inch of her body, the lotion glistening on her smooth skin.

Bucky watched from the ocean, his heart pounding in his chest as desire washed over him.

God, she looked breathtaking.

He emerged from the water, his body slick and glistening, his swim trunks clinging to him in all the right ways. Connie's eyes traced the lines of his muscular form, her heart pounding in her chest. She could see the want in his eyes as he approached, his gaze fixed on her sun-kissed skin.

"Need some help with that sunscreen, sweetheart?" Bucky asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Connie's spine. She nodded, handing him the bottle without a word. He took his time, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin as he applied the lotion. Connie closed her eyes, her breath hitching as he worked his way down her body.

Bucky's hands lingered on her hips, his thumbs tracing circles on her skin. Connie opened her eyes to find him looking at her, his desire plain to see.

"Lay down, doll."

Without a word, she gently moved onto her back, resting against the towel. Bucky reached for his other towel, spreading it out over the back of his tall frame. He pulled Connie to him, lowering himself onto her, his body pressing hers into the sand.

"Bucky," Connie gasped, feeling his erection pressing against her. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, his hands exploring her sun-kissed body.

Bucky's hands found their way under Connie's bikini bottoms, his fingers slipping inside her wet heat. She moaned into his mouth, her body arching against his. He broke the kiss, his lips tracing a path down her neck, nipping at her skin.

"Fuck, Connie," Bucky groaned, his fingers working her pussy, making her wetter with every thrust. She writhed against him, her hands gripping his shoulders.

He removed his fingers, replaced them with his dick, entering her in one swift motion. Connie cried out, her nails digging into his skin. He held his index finger to her lips.

"Gotta keep quiet, doll. Don't need anyone kicking us out now, do we?"

She nodded.

Bucky thrust into her, his pace matching the rhythm of the waves. Unfortunately, Connie struggled to keep her sounds at bay.

Her moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of the ocean. She wrapped her legs around Bucky, pulling him deeper into her. He leaned back, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their passion matching the intensity of the sun above. Bucky could feel his release approaching, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Connie could feel it too, her body tensing, her breath hitching in her throat.

With a final thrust, Bucky came, his body shuddering with pleasure. Connie followed closely behind, her body trembling in the throes of her own orgasm. They lay there for a moment, their bodies intertwined, their breaths mingling in the salty air.

Bucky pulled out of her, rolling onto his back beside her. Connie snuggled up against him, her head resting on his chest. They lay there in silence, their bodies still humming with pleasure.

"You look so hot in that swimsuit," he said, a wide grin spreading across his face. "You should wear it more."

Connie laughed softly, a sweet sound that made Bucky smile even wider. "Get outta' here."

"I'm serious, honey. You just get sexier every day."

"You're a hunk of a man, Egan," she stated, slapping him playfully on the shoulder.

They shared a comfortable silence, laying still on the towel, taking in the energy of the basking sun.

"I think we should go back and check on the baby. She should be asleep right about now," Connie suggested, sitting up and beginning to put away her sunglasses and sunscreen bottle.

Bucky sighed, his voice wistful. "Yeah. I'm starting to miss that little monster."

The two laughed, knowing their daughter required constant attention. But she was also the joy of their lives. Connie and Bucky's life revolved around their infant daughter.

Connie smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well, let’s get going. I don't wanna keep the sitter waiting long. I think we've gotten more than enough alone time. "

As much as it was nice to be able to get away for some time, they both missed having their little girl around. It often felt weird not having her there with them.

Bucky smirked, leaning closer to Connie. "I'm sure we'll get a lot more alone time in the bedroom-"

"You have no shame, do you?" Connie feigned shock, unable to hide her grin.

He laughed, his expression smitten.

"Sorry. I just can't contain myself around my beautiful wife."

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Wedding night/first time John Brady

UNVEIL | John Brady x Reader

Summary: Tonight is the night that John Brady has been waiting for quite some time.

Warning(s): 18+, smut, fingering, p in v, loss of virginity

Finally managing to get away from the crowd and to their suite, the newlywed couple couldn’t wait any longer. The room was bathed in soft, golden light, casting a warm glow on their flushed faces and eager eyes. The air was heavy with anticipation, a sweet symphony of nervous laughter and hushed whispers. This night, they would become one in every sense of the word.

John, a devout Catholic man, had waited for this moment with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration. He admired Y/n's delicate features, her eyes sparkling with a blend of innocence and desire. His heart pounded in his chest as he gently traced her collarbone, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Y/n, equally nervous yet eager, could feel her heart racing. She watched as John's strong hands explored her body, each touch igniting a fire within her. His fingers danced over the lace of her wedding gown, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly undressed her. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her delicate lingerie.

John's breath hitched as he took in the sight of his bride. He stepped closer, pressing his body against hers, his hardness evident against her softness. His lips found hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing in a rhythm as old as time itself. His hands slid down her body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt his desire pressing against her.

He guided her towards the bed, laying her down gently. His eyes drank in the sight of her, his heart pounding in his chest as he slowly undressed himself. He joined her on the bed, his body covering hers, his dick pressing against her moist heat.

Y/n's hands trembled as she reached for him, her fingers tracing the outline of his dick through his boxers. She bit her lip as she pulled them down, her eyes widening at the sight of him. He was larger than she had imagined, his dick standing proud and ready.

John's breath caught in his throat as Y/n wrapped her small hand around him, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He groaned as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and hesitant at first, but growing bolder with each passing moment.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss as his fingers found her wet heat. She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, her body tight and untouched. He moved his finger slowly, preparing her for what was to come.

When he could wait no longer, John positioned himself at her entrance, looking into her eyes for permission. Y/n nodded, her breath hitching as she felt him push into her. There was a brief moment of pain, a sharp sting that quickly faded into a wave of pleasure.

John moved slowly, savoring every inch of her. He could feel her tightening around him, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as he moved deeper inside her. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss as he began to move faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent.

Y/n wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts with her own. She could feel her orgasm building, a slow burn that started in her toes and spread through her entire body. 

“J-John!” She cried out his name as she came, her body trembling beneath him.

John followed shortly after, his release spilling into her as he groaned her name. He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily as they basked in the afterglow of their first time together.

John looked into Y/n's eyes and grinned. "Not too bad for a first time, Mrs. Brady," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

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John “Bucky” Egan reacting to s/o’s death

Warning(s): death, thoughts/allusions of suicide, mention of alcohol and alcohol addiction, just get the tissues atp

• it all happened so fast

• one night you two were curled up in bed together, laughing and smiling

• and the next he’s trying to find the words after finding about how you had been killed in a car accident

• he almost collapses on the spot

• “no- no- this- that’s not true. My girl can’t be dead. . .”

• it’s all a downward hill from there

• he won’t speak much or laugh much like he used to

• he grows more distant with Buck

• starts drinking and smoking more

• hitting the bars downtown any chance he can get

• he’ll be so drunk and out of his mind that he’ll start sleeping with other women just to not feel so alone

• but as much as he thinks it’ll help him it only makes him realize how none of them are you

• he always asks himself what he could’ve done differently to keep you from dying

• and then realized he couldn’t have either way

• this thought makes him drink more until he blacks out

• whenever a mission comes up he’ll be the first to request to be a part of it

• he’s willing to do anything to keep his mind off of you

• Colonel Harding starts threatening to give him a dishonorable discharge if he can’t get his act together

• the boys also can’t help but worry about how bad Bucky’s drinking habits have gotten

• they try talking him out of it

• he listens because he remembers how much you hated when he drank

• but in the few days that he lays off of it he feels even worse and starts again

• he starts finding pictures of you that you gave him before you passed

• he even reads some of the letters you wrote him all about where you wanted to get married, what names you would give your children

• this makes him cry for hours on end

• a part of him starts to believe that you shouldn’t have left him alone and that he deserves to be with you

• and he’s willing to try

• when everyone’s fast asleep he attempts to take himself out with the swift click of a pistol

• luckily Buck catches him before it’s too late and talks him out of it

• it takes a long time for Bucky to get over your death and move on

• some years after the war he eventually settles down

• as much as he doesn’t want to, he finds another woman and the two marry

• the whole wedding Bucky was mentally not there and almost forgot about the kiss after he said “I do”

• even after tying the knot he still doesn’t really feel much connection or emotion but only does it since he isn’t getting any younger

• years after he has a his own family and is still married

• 2 boys and 1 girl

• and he loves them dearly

• but a part of him still wakes up every morning just wishing you were next to him

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IF YOU EVER NEED SOMEONE | John "Bucky" Egan x Connie Myers (OC)

Summary: Connie offers Bucky a space to wind down whenever he's in need of someone to talk to. When he realizes just how much he really loves her, he shows her.

Warning(s): 18+, p in v, blowjob, some angst, a lot of fluff, unprotected sex, dirty talk, Bucky is a consent king, slight mention of breeding, minors do not interact

"Hey. Hey, Connie. It's Bucky."

On the other line, he waited eagerly for the soft female voice to respond.

"Oh- hey. It's good to hear from you. How is everything?" Connie replied, her voice bright and warm. A smile crept across Bucky's face. He felt a flutter in his stomach, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

"So far so good," Pulling the phone away from his ear, he quickly scanned the room for any nosy individuals. Luckily, no one was there. "I'm supposed to be headed for the city tomorrow. Thought I'd let you know in case you wanted to meet up or-" His voice stumbled a bit as he finished his sentence. He could feel his heart racing.

"Yeah. Of course. I'd love to see you." Connie couldn't hold back her excitement. Bucky was one of many faces that she always waited to see on his leave.

"Y'know it's-" Connie laughed sarcastically, her voice echoing softly on the other line. "It's been so long since we've talked, and I was honestly starting to think that you didn't want to see me anymore."

But that was far from the truth.

Bucky's expression changed instantly. He knew that tone all too well. Even though they were miles apart, he could sense her sadness like a thick fog. It hurt him deeper than he could say. He felt bad about not having any time to come down to London and see his best friend.

Connie was different. She was the one person who could break through the walls he had built around himself after everything that had happened during his missions. She didn't ever try to make a move on him or get him under the sheets. With her, he felt normal. He missed their talks about nothing and everything at the same time.

"Oh, no, no- not at all," Bucky chuckled at Connie's assumption. "If anything, I just wish I could get off this goddamn base and see you. It gets a little lonely around here."

"I get you. Things don't really get that busy around here either." There were a few seconds of silence before Connie's voice came through again.

"What do you think if we meet up at that hotel tomorrow? My friend's got some people staying for the week at our place. I kinda want us to have some privacy."

"We can definitely do that. I'll see ya then."

"Okay then. You try not to show up shit-faced drunk this time. I don't need the hotel staff giving us an ear load." Connie managed to elicit a laugh from Bucky. She couldn't tell if he was actually listening or if he just took it as a random joke.

"You got it. No drinks until after-"

"No drinks, period. I like you better when you're sober." Connie giggled before hanging up.

Bucky walked through the quiet halls of the hotel with a small bouquet of pink roses, the soft carpet muffling his footsteps. He finally reached the door of Connie’s room and knocked lightly. When she opened the door, her warm smile made his heart lift a little. The room was empty, but already felt welcoming the second that his precious Connie was within arm's reach.

Bucky wasted no time in pulling her into a long bear hug, having to reach down for the much shorter woman. He couldn’t help but admire the sight of her long golden brown locks and how they had grown much longer since last time. He even stole a quick glance at the tight dress that she was wearing. It hugged her breasts so nicely- almost like a glove.

“It's good to see you again, Major. And I see you brought flowers.” Connie said, stepping aside to let him in. "Come in. Please."

“Just a little something for my favorite girl.” Bucky rested the bouquet in her hands, shooting her a cheesy grin.

The room felt cozy, filled with soft colors and a familiar scent of perfume that reminded him of the woman he longed to see. Bucky took a deep breath and relaxed a bit, grateful to be there.

“You crack me up, Egan. Thank you for the flowers.” She took them in her arms, being careful not to damage the delicate petals as she set them down in a nearby vase.

“So, how’ve you been, Major? Not out causing too much trouble, I hope,” Connie teased as the tall major stood in the entryway, the door shutting behind him.

Bucky chuckled softly. “Nah. I’ve just been… there. ” He plopped down on top of the bed, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. He didn’t know how to explain everything that had been swirling through his mind, all the chaos happening at Thorpe Abbotts.

Connie noticed the change in his energy. “What’s got you feeling so down, Egan? Are you sick?” she asked, her tone shifting to concern.

“Nope. Just sick and tired of everything I’ve had to witness up to this point. It’s all been too much to handle,” Bucky admitted, looking away. He fiddled with his fingers, trying to find the right words.

“Have there been more guys going down?” Connie asked gently, maintaining a careful balance between curiosity and concern.

Bucky sighed deeply. "You know how it is, Connie. More go each day." His voice was heavy. "And now Buck's been put on a mission. So, I'm kinda going solo around base for now."

"I know that there isn't much that I can say to make you feel better," she replied, her voice gentle and reassuring. “But just know I'm always here if you ever need someone to keep you company.”

"I appreciate it, Connie. Honestly don't know how you put up with me." Bucky looked into her eyes. It was comforting, and for the first time in a while, he felt at ease. He felt safe.

"Please, Bucky. You're my friend for Christ's sake. Of course I'm gonna put up with you."

"Yeah. Friend," Bucky replied, his gaze still distant.

Connie frowned slightly but decided to change the topic. "Anyways- I wanted to ask you about something. Not that you have to answer now obviously," she began to feel nervous. “But my friend was telling me that there's supposed to be some performance at the theater tomorrow." Connie said, excitement creeping into her voice.

"She gave me an extra ticket; thought I'd invite someone as my plus one."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparkling in his dark blue orbs. "And you don't have someone already?"

Connie shook her head, a playful grin spreading across her face. "I mean, I could've invited one of my girlfriends, but the thing is, my friend's going with her boyfriend," she paused for a moment, gauging Bucky's interest. "And I don't think it would be an issue if I took you with. Think of it as a double date."

"A double date?" Bucky echoed, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"Well- uh- we can just go as friends if you feel more comfortable. No pressure. I know you’re busy," she quickly added, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

Bucky looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. It was no lie that his life was busy, but Connie was not just a friend to him. "No, no- I don't mean it like that," he finally said, his voice softening. "What's wrong with going as a couple?"

Connie laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact with Bucky. "Oh, I just didn't know if you already had a girlfriend, and I wouldn’t want to cut into that. It would be unfaithful."

"Connie, I've been single since the day we both started talking," he assured her.

"Are you sure? I find that hard to believe,” she said, her tone sarcastic. “Especially after seeing how much of a gentleman you were with that woman in the lobby a while back. I thought it was so adorable to watch you flirt-"

"Okay, yes, you’re right, you’re right.” Bucky laughed, shaking his head. “Before I met you, I went around a lotta' ladies-"

Connie smiled. "And the confession is out! Not that I didn't expect to hear that from you."

"I know you probably are thinking I’m some kinda player. And you have every right to think that,” he admitted, a hint of regret in his tone. “But it hasn’t happened for quite some time now. I’ve cut those individuals out of the equation.”

“That’s pretty harsh coming from you, Egan,” Connie stated, clearly surprised by the major's sudden change of taste.

“It wasn’t good for me, Connie. I just couldn’t stand them anymore.” Bucky said, his expression growing much sterner.

"Why’s that? Seems like a hard thing to do if it became a habit." She asked, a bit suspicious of the man in front of her.

"Well, you know, they just wanted the same thing. I buy them a drink. They take me to bed." Bucky frowned, and Connie could see the weariness in his eyes. The once cocky and confident man that she always saw became so vulnerable in a matter of minutes. "And by the next day, they’re gone."

Connie's eyebrows went up. "Wow. You must be pretty bad if you can manage to scare away so many ladies." She teased him, yet deep down, she actually wanted to know what was nagging at him.

"No. It's not that-" He shook his head, starting to sound irritated.

"Then what is it? You're actually starting to scare me, Egan-" Connie leaned closer to him, but his gaze only fell to the floor. It was clear that he was trying to get his thoughts together.

"Jesus, Connie," he said, running a hand through his dark hair in frustration. "None of those women gave a damn about me or my life outside of the uniform that I wear." His voice was low and heavy with sorrow, and Connies's heart sank just hearing those words.

"They don't care to know anything about the man underneath it all." His eyes wandered, and part of Connie thought that he might cry. It tore her to pieces.

Egan took a deep breath, still avoiding Connie's warm gaze. "All while you're here still talking to me," he said softly. "You care about me."

"Of course I do. You're a good man, even with all the crazy things you do." Connie rested a hand on his knee, appearing with the same warm smile that had always given Bucky peace.

"Fuck-" Bucky quickly buried his face in his hands.

"Hey," Connie moved closer, sitting beside him on the bed. She rested her soft palms on his shoulders. The warmth of her body was enough to make him feel safe. "Just talk to me."

There was a long period of silence before the words slipped out.

"Y/n, I just can't keep sitting here and telling myself that I'm okay with us being 'just friends' or me being just ‘some man’ that you talk to,” his voice shook as he continued.

"I love you, Connie."

The room fell eerily silent. Connie blinked in surprise, her mouth slightly open. She could feel her heart racing.

"Oh, my goodness," she whispered, finally finding the courage to speak again. Bucky's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of what she felt.

"Please just tell me now if you don't feel the same way." His voice was steady, but Connie could sense his anxiety going through the roof. "I'll walk away and never bother you again-"

"You know, you talk a lot."

Connie sat on Bucky's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and placing a soft kiss on his lips. "But I love this major too much to tell him to shut up." She looked deep into his eyes, finding that same loving gaze in his expression.

Bucky was frozen in shock. But then his arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer as he kissed her back. The kiss started off gentle but soon turned passionate as they melted in each other.

She eventually pulled away from the kiss, her eyes locked onto his with a fiery intensity. Bucky couldn’t help but beam at Connie. The way that she carried herself left him stunned.

Without a word, she began to undress him, her fingers delicately working the buttons of his shirt, leaving his soft abs exposed.

The silence that followed was palpable, but Connie, with a confidence that took Bucky's breath away, closed the gap between them.

Connie knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his. But as her hands traveled up his thighs, she felt his fingers wrap around hers, stopping her.

“Are you sure you wanna do this, Connie? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He looked at Connie with a protective and concerned expression. He refused to let her go any further if she wasn't ready.

She smiled softly, her eyes sparkling. “Bucky, it’s fine.”

And she meant every word.

“I know,” he said hesitantly. “But I don’t wanna pressure you into this. If it gets to something more- I’m afraid I might accidentally get you pregnant.”

“And who said I didn’t want you to do that in the first place?” She stared up at Bucky with that innocent look, all while her voice dripped nothing more than lust.

“Who will I have while you’re away?” The passion in her voice stirred so many emotions within the major that he nearly fainted on the spot. Bucky had no choice.

He slowly let go of her hands, falling back onto his palms for support as he let Connie do what she wanted with him.

She unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his legs. His dick sprang free, already hard and ready for her. She wrapped her fingers around his girth, her thumb tracing the vein that pulsed with need. She then looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, before taking him into her mouth.

Bucky's head fell back, letting out a low groan as Connie's lips wrapped around his dick. She worked him with expert precision, her tongue swirling around the tip as she bobbed her head up and down.

Her lips moved in a slow, torturous rhythm, each bob of her head driving Bucky closer to the edge. His hands found their way to Connie's silken hair, pulling gently as she began to work her way down his body.

“Co- Connie- Fuck, Myers.” Connie could feel Bucky's tension building, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps.

Bucky wasn't ready for this to end. Not yet. As much as he didn’t want to cut this short, he needed to take some control. With a gentle tug, he pulled Connie away from him, his dick glistening with her saliva.

“What is it? Did I do something wrong?” She stood on her feet, quickly wiping her lips with the back of her hand. He didn’t say a word.

Standing up, Bucky quickly undressed her, revealing her naked body to him. What he saw made his mind go in circles. The things he wanted to do.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath.” Connie stated naughtily as Bucky stared in shock at the lack of undergarments covering her. His eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her curvaceous figure.

Connie looked up at him, much confusion in her eyes when she saw that he wasn’t reacting. Bucky answered it with a kiss, his hand sliding between her thighs to find her already slick with desire.

He lifted her up, his hands cupping her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Bucky walked them over to the nearby wall, pressing her back against the cool surface. He could feel her heat, the wetness of her pussy against his cock. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, the sensation causing them both to gasp.

Bucky set a punishing pace, each thrust driving him deeper into Connie. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she met him stroke for stroke. The room filled with the sound of their panting breaths, the slap of flesh against flesh, and the low moans that escaped their lips.

Bucky could feel the familiar tightening in his balls, the impending release that threatened to consume him. But he wanted Connie to come first.

With a free hand, he reached between them, his fingers finding her swollen clit. He circled it, applying just the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge.

"Oh- Jesus, Bucky! Oh-" Connie's body trembled as she came, her pussy clenching around Bucky's cock in a way that nearly sent him over the edge. He could feel the warmth of her release, the wetness that coated his dick. It was all too much. With a final, powerful thrust, Bucky came, his release filling Connie in a way that would definitely have her knocked up. There was no question about it.

As they stood there, panting and sated, Bucky couldn't help but smile. "I've wanted to do that since the first moment I saw you," he confessed, his voice full of pride. Connie returned his smile, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Major?" she challenged, bringing a hand to her toned abdomen.

"How about you take me to bed? There's still plenty of the night left to give me a little present.”

And with that, Bucky knew that she was the one.

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AWOKEN | John "Bucky" Egan x Reader

Summary: After a long night at a friend’s house, Bucky is forced to drive home through the snow. As he’s about to fall asleep, Y/n helps to keep his energy levels up.

Warning(s): smut, 18+, oral, reader giving head, minors do not interact

Note: pls keep your eyes on the road yall :)

Manitowoc, Wisconsin January 1947

Under the glow of the city lights, Bucky Egan was behind the wheel of his sleek Cadillac, his wife, Y/n, staring out of her foggy window. The night air was filled with the faint hum of distant traffic navigating in the blizzard-like conditions and the soft melody of a radio playing in the background.

Bucky's eyes were a bit glassy, and his usually sharp focus seemed to be faltering. Having that the two had left their friend's house after a night of fun and some drinking, it was no surprise that they were near exhausted. Bucky, still having to drive at least half an hour to their home, felt it even more.

Noticing his state, Y/n moved her hand up to Bucky's shoulder, massaging it gently. "You tired, honey?"

When Bucky looked at her, Y/n's eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. She knew exactly how to keep her husband awake. He could tell that she was ready to do something. What, he didn't know.

Leaning over, Y/n placed her hand on Bucky's thigh, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

Bucky looked at her, his brows furrowing in confusion. But before he could utter a word, Y/n's hand slid upwards, her fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. His breath hitched as she gave him a seductive smile, her eyes never leaving his.

Y/n's hand continued its journey, her fingers tracing the outline of his hardening dick through the fabric of his pants. Bucky's grip tightened on the steering wheel as she began to unbuckle his belt, her movements swift and sure.

With a smirk, Y/n pulled down Bucky's zipper, her hand slipping inside his boxers. She wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Fuck, baby." Bucky let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Y/n leaned over further, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear. "Do you want me to make you feel good, Egan?" she whispered, her voice tempting with desire. "O- oh, fuck yes." Bucky nodded, his breath hitching as Y/n's hand began to move up and down his shaft, her grip firm and steady.

Y/n's lips curved into a naughty grin as she lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to trace the tip of Bucky's dick. He let out a sharp gasp, his hand moving to grip her hair tightly as she took him into her mouth.

Y/n's head bobbed up and down, her lips wrapped tightly around Bucky's dick as she worked him with her mouth. She could feel him growing harder in her mouth, his breath coming in ragged pants as she sucked him deeper.

Bucky's eyes were glued to the road, but his mind was elsewhere. He could feel the familiar warmth building in his lower belly, his muscles tensing as he neared his release. Y/n's hand slid up to cup his balls, her fingers rolling them gently as she continued to suck him off.

"Fuck, doll." With a low growl, Bucky came hard, his hips bucking as Y/n swallowed every last drop. He let out a shuddering breath, his body feeling boneless as he leaned back against the seat.

Y/n sat up, a smug smile playing on her lips as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "You awake now, Egan?" she asked, her voice soft and sultry. Bucky could only nod, his eyes still glazed over with pleasure.

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LAUNDRY DAY | John Brady x Reader

Summary: It's laundry day. Reader is roaming around the house in revealing clothing, making John hard in his pants. This further feeds his desire to knock her up as soon as possible.

Warning(s): smut, p in v, heavy mention of breeding/breeding kink

John Brady couldn't take his eyes off Y/n's voluptuous body. Today was laundry day, and she was dressed in her sexiest outfit yet: tiny shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks and a bra that exposed more cleavage than it covered. Her tits bounced with every step she took, and John's dick grew harder with each jiggle.

He had always wanted to put a baby in her womb and watch her belly grow with his child. They both just struggled to make time for it. But today, John knew he had to do it. She wasn’t on birth control, which created a perfect opportunity for him to give her a child. He wanted her, and he was going to take her.

John crossed the room, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out, gently taking Y/n's hand in his, making her drop the laundry basket. A smile played on his lips as he saw the confusion in her eyes, quickly replaced by a spark of recognition and desire.

"Honey," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin, "Why don’t you leave the laundry for later? I think now would be the perfect opportunity,” Y/n's breath hitched as John's hands roamed over her flat abdomen, his touch sending electric shocks through her veins. "To make a little Brady. Don't you think?"

She felt her nipples harden beneath her bra, and a familiar ache began to grow between her thighs. She wanted him.

"Then make me a mommy, John."

With a swift motion, John bent her over the couch, his hands guiding her hips into position. He could see her dripping wet through her shorts, and the sight nearly drove him wild. He needed to be inside her; to feel her warm, tight pussy grip his dick.

He slid her shorts and panties down her legs, leaving her bare and exposed. Y/n bit her lip as she felt the cool air brush against her sensitive skin.

Sunlight streamed in through the large window, casting a warm glow on Y/n's bare skin as she was bent over the couch, her round ass presented invitingly to John.

His fingers traced the line of her spine, making her arch slightly in response. He could see the goosebumps rise on her skin as his touch lingered.

With a rough grip, John pulled Y/n closer, aligning their bodies perfectly. His hard dick pressed against her wet pussy, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. He took a moment to savor the sensation, the heat between them growing more intense by the second. Then, with a quick thrust, he entered her, filling her completely.

Y/n gasped at the intrusion, her fingers gripping the couch cushions tightly. John began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate at first, but soon picking up speed. He pounded into her, his balls slapping against her with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that made Y/n's body tremble with need.

John's hands moved to her hips, holding her steady as he continued to fuck her. He could feel her pussy clenching around his dick, the sensation driving him wild. He wanted to make her come, wanted to feel her tighten around him as she reached her peak. But more than that, he wanted to breed her, to fill her with his seed and mark her as his own.

Y/n could feel the pressure building inside her, her body responding to John's every touch. She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. She wanted him to come inside her, wanted to feel his hot cum filling her up. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and with a final cry, she came, her pussy pulsating around John's dick.

John groaned as he felt Y/n come, the sensation pushing him over the edge. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his dick pulsating as he came. He could feel his cum filling her, marking her as his, and a sense of primal satisfaction washed over him. He collapsed onto the sofa, both of them panting heavily as they came down from their high.

As they lay there, John looked into Y/n's eyes and smiled sinfully. "I think that should do the trick," he said, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. Y/n returned his smile, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

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idk what I should write about next

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I swear I’ve had like 20+ drafts just sitting around and now I’m finally finishing them :)

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FAMILY DINNER | John Brady x Reader

Summary: While enjoying dinner at the Brady household, John can’t hold back his inner fantasies as his pregnant wife sits right next to him.

Warning(s): smut, rough sex, p in v

At the family dinner, Y/n was fully engaged in conversation with her in-laws. John on the other hand, couldn't help but stare at her, his eyes drawn to her swollen belly and the way her breasts had grown even fuller and more sensitive these past few months. He couldn't wait to get her alone and ravish her.

As they finished up their meal, John began to tease Y/n, rubbing her belly and moving his hand down to her inner thighs and giving them a light squeeze. She let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch despite the fact that they were surrounded by family. No one seemed to notice, too caught up in their own conversations to pay attention to the couple at the end of the table. Being the good catholic man that he was, it was no surprise how he managed to contain his actions with Y/n. But he wouldn’t for long.

John couldn't take it any longer. He excused himself from the table, pulling Y/n up with him. He led her to the guest bedroom, his heart pounding with anticipation. As soon as the door closed behind them, he pounced, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss.

Y/n responded eagerly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. John's hands roamed over her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her belly and the softness of her breasts. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was, how lucky he was to be her husband.

He slowly undressed her, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed skin. He couldn't wait to taste her, to feel her body trembling beneath his touch. He knelt before her, his tongue finding her clit and swirling around it. Y/n let out a loud moan, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair.

John continued to lick and suck at her clit, his fingers finding their way inside her wet pussy. He could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, her moans growing louder and more frequent. He couldn't wait to make her cum, to feel her body trembling with pleasure.

And then, suddenly, she was there. Her body tensed and she cried out, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pleasure. John continued to lick and suck at her clit, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible.

When she finally came down from her high, John stood up and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only made her want him more. She reached down and undid his pants, freeing his hard cock.

John lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy pressing against his cock. He entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight warmth around him. She let out a loud moan as he began to thrust into her, her body moving in time with his.

They fucked hard and fast, their bodies slapping together as they chased their orgasms. John could feel himself getting close, his balls tightening as he thrust deeper and deeper into Y/n. And then, with one final thrust, he came, his cum filling her up and spilling out of her.

Y/n could feel his cum inside her, and it only made her want him more. She reached down and began to rub her clit, chasing her own orgasm as John's cock softened inside her. And then, with one final thrust, she came, her body trembling with pleasure as John held her close.

They lay there, sweaty and tangled together in the aftermath of their passion. The two silently prayed that the others didn’t hear the action going on in the bedroom. But eventually someone would come knocking at the door.

As they got dressed and returned to the dining room, no one seemed to notice that they were both flushed and satisfied. Both John and Y/n continued to listen in on the chatter as if nothing had ever happened.

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Hello to all and welcome!

You can find my masterlist along with all other info here

Here you can:

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I will not accept or write for any requests that include topics of kidnapping, rape, harm, or minor/adult relationships, along with any other disturbing or illegal topics. So please be cognizant when putting in your requests.

Most of my works will include characters from the "Masters of the Air" series, along with some other series/movies.

I mostly write smut and other 18+ content, so any requests relating to that is fine.

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MASTERLIST:

smut = * fluff = ❤️ angst = ✨

Masters of the Air

John Egan x Reader:

• John “Bucky” Egan x Reader - Breeding kink*

• John “Bucky” Egan x Reader - Breeding kink pt. 2*

• John “Bucky” Egan x Reader - Pregnancy sex*

• John “Bucky” Egan x Reader - Awoken*

• John "Bucky" Egan x Reader - Reaction to s/o's death✨

John Egan/Connie Myers (OC)

• John “Bucky” Egan/Connie Myers - Sunscreen*

• John “Bucky” Egan/Connie Myers - If You Ever Need Someone❤️*

• John “Bucky” Egan/Connie Myers - The Day the Sun Came Out❤️

John Brady x Reader

• John Brady x Reader - Family Dinner*

• John Brady x Reader - Laundry Day*

• John Brady x Reader - Unveil*

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John “Bucky” Egan w/ a breeding kink pt. 2

• once he gets news that baby Egan is on the way he’s going to make sure that everyone knows

• neighbors, relatives, every friend from his squadron

• if he wasn’t protective before best believe he’ll be even more protective now

• the sex drive becomes even higher

• this man will literally give head to you at any given moment

• he won’t let you lift a finger

• will gladly take care of the cleaning, cooking, sex, etc.

• once you start showing he’ll make sure to have a hand on your bump at all times

• at neighborhood outings, he’ll rub your stomach the whole time in front of the ladies

• because he knows how jealous it makes them

• this man will even go out of his way and hand feed you even though you protested and said you could feed yourself :)

• this sparks some comments from the ladies about “how you’re getting too big” or how “you should cut back on the calories”

• but as always he’ll shut them down and brag about how many babies you’re both going to have and it only pisses them off more

• he does it bc he knows they wish they were the ones pregnant with his kid

• in public he’ll be on high alert whenever strangers try to feel your bump or even give it any attention

• when you get out of the shower he’s always there waiting to rub lotion all over your body

• and he takes great pride in doing so

• while you’re relaxing at home he’ll purposely hide your loose clothes so that he can get a view of your pregnant stomach and engorged breasts in your tighter-fitting clothes

• and you definitely have caught on and do it on purpose

• you make sure to have your ass, tits and bump on full display just for him

• he gets hard just at the sight of your tits bouncing around and the way that your belly glistens in the sun

• he’ll often creep up from behind you and wrap his hands and arms around your bump

• he liked to lift it a little to take the weight off your back

• and nothing makes him happier than to hear that sigh of relief escape your lips

• once you reach your third trimester Bucky will willingly relieve your pain under the sheets :)

• in your last few months of the pregnancy Bucky would help bathe you since he doesn’t feel safe letting you shower alone

• he won’t openly tell you how he has nightmares about you and the baby getting hurt but he would let you know in a “it’s for your safety” kind of way

• regardless you accept his help and appreciate him taking an active role in watching over you and little Egan

• once you give birth to your son Bucky is already joking about getting you pregnant again

• but you just think he’s full of it

• three kids later, and now happily pregnant once again, Bucky is still loving each and every one of you like he always has

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John “Bucky” Egan w/ a breeding kink

• he won’t waste any time when it comes to getting you pregnant when the war is over

• you two had always discussed wanting a family before but you never acted on it as you felt Bucky wasn’t serious about anything

• little did you know the major already had his priorities set

• he was going to give you that baby

• whenever you were both out at functions or gatherings Bucky just couldn’t help but watch you hang around with the kids and think about how someday you would be the one walking around with his child in your womb

• the thought makes him hard

• so hard that he had to drag you out of the neighbor’s house just to get you into the bed

• “‘m gonna make you a mommy. Yeah?”

• he would be thrusting into you full force with a hand splayed across your flat stomach the whole time

• “gonna stuff you full. make you all big and round just for me pretty girl”

• “yes. just put a baby in me already Bucky” you would beg as you arched your back, almost digging your nails into the smooth skin of his back

• after that night bucky starts becoming more focused on the idea on getting you pregnant

• he’ll being home maternity clothes for you, much to your confusion

• but he’ll always say the same thing

• “for when you’re pregnant, honey. I don’t think you’ll want to wear the clothes you have now- as much as I might want to look at your stomach I don’t think it’ll be comfortable for you”

• and just like that, you don’t even question him

• when you’re both lying in bed he’ll have his hand on your stomach

• “i can’t wait to see you swell with my baby, pretty girl. I just wanna see the looks on everyone’s faces when they know that I put a baby in you”

• and you’d be lying if you didn’t say you came after hearing that :)

• and while you’re relaxing at home he’ll bring you extra food and snacks

• “i want to make sure my girl is eating enough for whenever our little Egan decides to come along”

• and boy if that statement didn’t make both your lips smile

• with the constant intercourse that you’ve both been having it’s even starting to get the neighbors attention with all the noise they’re hearing :)

• weeks later you start to feel achy

• some of your clothes don’t fit like they did before and you have to constantly get up in the morning to vomit

• one dr’s appointment and lo and behold- you’re pregnant