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Rain Soaked || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (Bonus- The Rest of the World Finds Out)

note: another request! i kinda meshed two of @mayhemmanaged ‘s requests together because i’m in charge and i can. thank you guys for still liking my stuff, you make my heart go brrrr

Goddamn Bradley Bradshaw.

Jake had never known Rooster to be particularly adept in the art of subtlety. Everyone had their strong suits, and Bradley’s was sharing everything about everyone all the time. It was a miracle he had kept quiet about Jake’s initial crush on Gwyn, back when he still thought it was just a crush.

So when the first text rolled in from Coyote, he knew it was only a matter of time before the floodgates opened and messages would pour in.

Coyote: I hear congratulations are in order…

Jake sucked on his teeth, and began counting to ten.

He made it to eight before the onslaught began.

Trace: Why the fuck wouldn’t you tell us you were getting married?

BOB: Congrats, friend!

Payback: Are you actually married now or is Bradshaw just fucking with me?

It was the last text that fully clued him in to just who exactly had let the cat out of the bag. He had just found Bradley’s contact, intending to ream out the mustached idiot, when a call from a number he didn’t have saved flashed across his screen. He clicked ‘decline’ without a second thought, but a text quickly chimed out before he could hit the button to call Bradley.

Unknown: Pick up the phone.

Now, normally Jake would brush off an unknown call as spam and forget about it. But spam calls didn’t follow up with demanding text messages that struck him with morbid curiosity. It was that curiosity that had him answering the phone when the second call came through.

“Hello?” he started, uncertainty lacing his tone.

“Seresin,” came the sharp male voice on the other end.

Jake’s shoulders went rigid, despite knowing there was no immediate threat. “Commander Canadee.”

Gwyn’s brother was eerily quiet for a beat, too long to be comfortable. Then his steady tone cut down the line. “I hear you have something to tell me.”

The blonde swallowed. “Well, you see, sir, I uh-”

“Hubby, I’m home!” came Gwyn’s gleeful shout as she pushed her way through the front door, grocery bag in hand. Her smile was bright and unmatched by anything else he could think of, completely oblivious to the tongue lashing he was just barely avoiding. Her eyes met his, brow furrowing at the sheer panic she saw in his expression.

“Is that her?” Mo leveled cooly from the other end of the call. Jake nodded dumbly, only realizing a second later that the other man could not see him. Still, Mo replied with, “Put her on.”

Jake held the phone out to his wife with a desperate expression, watching as her confusion morphed into annoyance as soon as she pressed the receiver to her ear. “Calling to reprimand me?” she taunted with an eyeroll.

It left Jake dumbfounded, to see her talk to her superior in this casual way, speaking to him like he really was nothing more than her older brother.

He only caught her half of the conversation, but he hoped the lighthearted scoffs and breezy “yeah, yeah, yeahs” were indication that it wasn’t going too bad. Gwyn outright laughed about two minutes into their conversation.

“I’ll be sure to pass that on,” she insisted. “Now get back to work and leave me be.” She smiled faintly before tacking on, “Love you. See you soon.”

Gwyn ended the call and tossed his phone back to him before going about putting away the few groceries she had picked up. Jake stayed rooted to his spot by the kitchen counter, watching her expectantly.

She glanced at him quickly, before returning to the task of rinsing off some produce. “Can you put the milk away?”

Jake gaped at her, mouth hanging open incredulously. “That’s it? You’re not going to tell me what he said?”

His wife cast a smug look his way. “What’s there to tell?”

“What’s there to-” Jake threw his hands up. “Was he angry? Did he shout? What did he say?”

Gwyn threw her head back in a roaring laugh. “You seem to care about his opinion quite a bit.”

The older man bristled. “Well yeah, it’s my wife’s brother, who just so happens to be a well-decorated serviceman.”

“Don’t you outrank him now?” Gwyn mused with a small smile.

Incredible. She was enjoying this. His relationship with his in-laws was in the balance, and she was enjoying it.

“That’s not the point,” he groaned, feet dragging his body across the tile until he was perched directly behind her.

Gwyn finally spared him, spinning on her heels and gazing up at him softly. “He’s not mad,” she reassured him, and the knot in his chest loosened just a fraction. “He can’t understand why you’d choose to marry a subordinate, but he’s not mad.”

A laugh punched out of him, filling the kitchen. “A subordinate, huh?”

Gwyn slid her arms around his neck. “Don’t worry, I made sure to tell him it keeps things fresh and exciting in the bedroom.”

Jake visibly paled, and wondered if he could make it to the bathroom in time to relieve the nausea creeping up his throat. “You didn’t,” he nearly begged.

His wife scoffed, pushing at his chest playfully before returning to her place at the sink. “Jake you were standing right there with me, of course I didn’t.” She threw a teasing look over her shoulder. “Besides, that’s the kind of news you break over a few drinks.”

He wanted to simultaneously kiss her and throttle her.

His wife.

The green-eyed pilot sighed, mini heart attack easing from where it had reared up. “Anything else?”

Gwyn’s fingers scrubbed over an apple as she responded, “Yeah, he wants us to have dinner with my family next week to celebrate.”

Cautious unease seeped into his stomach once again. “Your family? Meaning your siblings and…” he trailed off.

“My dad.”

A stone lodged itself in his throat. “Your dad,” he echoed, fingers twitching nervously. He steadied himself, taking a deep breath.

This wasn’t so bad. He wasn’t one who had made it to the “meeting the family stage” very often (especially not after he married a girl), but he could be charming and likable the way he always had been. And any family that had made Gwyn, his Gwyn, couldn’t be all that scary.

However, that same family had also made Mo.

No, he reasoned with himself. He would not let himself freak out over this. This wasn’t scary. In fact, he was excited to meet the man who made his wife everything she was.

So he let his shoulders fall into a much looser, relaxed posture, and smiled. “Your dad,” he repeated, calmer now. “Yeah okay. I can do that. I mean, it’s not like he’s a naval commander too, right?”

Gwyn’s laugh radiated through his bones. “God, no.”

He beamed, grabbing an apple from where she had set them out on a tea towel to dry and turning to leave the kitchen.

“He’s an admiral.”

And the nausea came rushing back.

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman top gun #jake hangman x reader #top gun maverick #rain soaked

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hxneyhxrts · 1 year

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Mmkay, hiiiiiii!

I snooped and saw you just had a baby meatball and I LOVE all the baby meatballs since mine are 4&11 now 😭

Congratulations mama! 💕

Thank you and welcome fellow meatball mama😭🤎

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hxneyhxrts · 1 year

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ur here from AO3 oh my god welcome and thank you for stopping by🥹

Sun Bleached || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (part 1)

note: this is a multi part shindig (also on ao3 under the same name by “honeyhurts”) so buckle up babbyyyy

warnings:language and severely mia accurate information regarding planes and the navy

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hxneyhxrts · 1 year

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Congrats on your little meatball! My mom still calls me that sometimes haha. Since you're taking requests, how about Jake and Gwyn's wedding night?

answer me this: are you thinking like a SEXY wedding night or a non sexy wedding night? i’m writing it either way, i just need to know if i’m drinking my whore juice or not beforehand

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Rain Soaked || Jake “Hangman” Seresin (BONUS- Gwyn Tells Alec)

note: someone somewhere said they wanted Alec’s reaction so here it is. never say i don’t do anything for y’all

Part 7- Final

Gwyn was tapping her fingers against the countertop in a nervous rhythm. The band on her ring finger felt incredibly heavy under the weight of her anxiety, and she was sure she would chew a hole through her lip if Alec didn’t get home soon.

She was married.

And Alec still didn’t know.

Maybe she should have called him (probably before she even stepped into the courthouse). But she had been so giddy, and wanted to spend her wedding weekend wrapped up in Jake.

Her husband.

Her </i>husband.<i>

Gwyn found herself grinning at the word, a flush creeping up her cheeks even though no one was around to see it. Jake had dropped her off at her apartment before departing to break the news to Bradley.

She wondered if telling Rooster would go over any better than telling Alec.

Her ears perked at the sound of a key in the lock, then suddenly the man in question was sweeping into the room with a broad grin.

“Hey,” he greeted, slinging his bag off his shoulder and letting it land on the ground with a thud. “Where have you-”

His eyes narrowed to slits, locked on hers. Gwyn felt her shoulders tense as she plastered on a very uneasy smile.

“What did you do?” he accused, eyes roaming her face seriously.

She tried to seem casual as she shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Alec frowned. His face was stern, like he was sniffing her out.

“Liar,” he pressed, stepping closer to her until their chests were almost touching. “What are you not telling me?”

Gwyn sighed. It was now or never.

Alec’s eyes glazed over as she sheepishly presented him with her hand and the simple gold band hugging the much more elaborate engagement ring beneath it. Silence fell over the room and lingered for much longer than what was comfortable.

“Two rings?” he whispered.

Gwyn swallowed. “Yes.”

Alec’s fingers reached up to trace the metal before settling between her own digits, squeezing. “I’m going to kick your ass for not telling me.”

She breathed a laugh, gripping his hand and burying her head in his chest as he stroked his thumb across the back of her palm. They stayed in each other’s embrace for a moment, content to just be, before Alec spoke again.

“You’re happy?”

Gwyn smiled again, small and soft. “I’m happy.”

His chest heaved in a heavy sigh. “Good, because we’ve got a lot of errands to run.”

He pulled away from her, turning and grabbing his keys from where he had chucked them on the counter. Gwyn’s brow furrowed. “We do?”

Alec spun on her, an incredulous look painting his features. “Of course we do. We’ve got a wedding to plan. I’m thinking we could have it this evening in the backyard if you want.”

He was grinning, full and unabashed, but Gwyn still shook her head. “No, it’s okay. We had a nice ceremony with the minister at the courthouse and we-”

“Let me rephrase,” Alec cut her off with a wave. “This wedding isn’t for you. It’s your way of apologizing for not telling me about you getting married in the first place. If you think I’m sending you off into the sunset with Jake fucking Seresin without ever seeing you in a wedding dress, you’re wrong. Now get your shoes on, and let’s go.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she reached for his hand again. He turned it over without hesitation, entwining their fingers. He smiled down at her softly. “I want you to have everything you deserve.”

She sniffled, squeezing his hand.

Alec brushed his fingers down her cheek before continuing. “Plus I look fantastic in a suit.”

He could only laugh as she shoved an elbow into his ribs.

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There was something thrilling about running in and out of consignment shops all day with Alec until they came across an old white sundress that smelled like someone’s favorite perfume and citrus. It fell across her hips in loose ruffles and gathers, and Gwyn couldn’t help the way her throat tightened at the sight of herself in the dusty mirror shoved into a makeshift dressing room. Alec finished tying up the back of the garment for her before running his fingers up and down her arms and resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Beautiful,” he murmured softly, catching her eyes in the reflection with a small, intimate smile.

Alec had pushed her hand away when she reached for her wallet to pay, insisting he do the honors instead. “Besides,” he began with a teasing smirk, “you’re gonna need to save your money for all the couple’s counseling you’re bound to wind up in after dealing with Seresin in such close quarters.”

They had rushed home after Alec found a ridiculously maroon suit (which he swore wouldn’t upstage her), and set off on quickly getting ready before any guests arrived. Gwyn had only invited Rooster with a quick text, but Alec had swindled some of his fellow WSCOs to come by to “really liven things up”. Not that it mattered to Gwyn. None of it really mattered to her. Nothing except being married to Jake Seresin.

In the end, they were surrounded by a group of about twenty, all friends in some way, when they traded vows. Jake had lit up at the sight of her when she stepped outside into the backyard, walked down their makeshift aisle by Alec, who sniffled the entire way down. She had nearly fallen into tears from laughing when Alec insisted on not only escorting her, but also playing the role of man of honor, as well as minister after hurriedly getting ordained online in between their shopping stops. She had laughed, but found she could only smile through her tears as he led them through their intimate ceremony, never pulling his eyes away from the two of them.

Jake’s hand squeezed hers the entire time as he quietly beamed down at her, and Gwyn could practically see the excitement radiating off of him. Their courthouse ceremony had been enough, but this was somehow perfect, last minute and disorganized as it was. Perfect, even when the pizza delivery guy showed up halfway through their vows, stumbling into the backyard with their impromptu catering solution and a look of confusion before awkwardly settling into one of the mismatched chairs they had arranged. Gwyn barely held in her laugh, shoulders shaking while Jake pursed his lips to keep from outright cackling.

It was exactly everything she could have ever asked for. Because it was everything she adored about her husband. The intimacy of it, and the messiness, was exactly what she loved about Jake, and she could think of no better way to celebrate that love.

So even when Jake pulled the delivery boy in for their wedding photos, laughing through camera shutters and flashes, Gwyn counted herself very lucky to be his wife.

note: let me know if there’s anything else from this universe you want, im bored

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman top gun #jake hangman x reader #top gun maverick #rain soaked #fluff

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hxneyhxrts · 1 year

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girl go have sex before you dare to write smut virgin bitch its obvious

“VIRGIN BITCH” I CANT LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHO IS THIS MAD ABOUT A TUMBLR SMUT GO PAY YOUR BILLS IM FUCKING CRYING LMAOOOO

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hxneyhxrts · 1 year

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only whores read my shit (love you guys) xx

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hxneyhxrts · 1 year

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Contract Spouse Masterlist

A contract spouse is someone who marries a military service member for the benefits. Contract marriages are illegal though rarely prosecuted.

Jake Seresin x Reader (nicknamed Pip)

Warning: Angst

I was thinking about this series and I realized I need to do a better job at warning people that it’s going to get dark at times, not just angst but touching on the realities of war.

Main Masterlist

Prologue: The Phone Call

Chapter 1: The Past

Chapter 2: The Letter

Chapter 3: Moving

Chapter 4: Living the Lie

Chapter 5: Interviews

Chapter 6: Crashing

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

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Switzerland || James “Bucky” Barnes

warning: smut, unprotected sex, impact play (rough), explicit language, degradation, maybe dacryphilia

“Give me a fucking break, Y/N,” Bucky groaned.

Two hours.

They had been bickering for two hours.

It had started with a mission. A quick rendezvous for some data Sam had requested from a sister agency overseas. Y/N had figured it might be nice to get out and travel a bit.

Wrong.

“Give you a break? James, we are in Sweden! Sweden. The rendezvous was supposed to be in Switzerland. I mean, you have to understand why this is frustrating!”

“I messed up! Would you relax?”

Bucky slid the keycard into their hotel door, shouldering his way in. It was a last minute booking, since they hadn’t meant to be here in the first place. Thanks to James.

Bucky cursed under his breath, and Y/N peeked over his shoulder to see what was wrong.

Sick.

“Oh great. You booked a room with one bed. Awesome,” Y/N snarked. She shook her head in disappointment. “You know, I should’ve probably taken over booking and planning when you landed us in the wrong fucking country, but it seems I haven’t learned my lesson yet.”

“Would you just fucking drop it? I said I was sorry!” Bucky bit out.

Y/N scowled. “Sorry doesn’t fix the fact that we’re in fucking Sweden, James. Someone has to explain this to-”

“Stop calling me that.”

She paused mid-sentence. “Calling you what?”

Bucky heaved a sigh. “James. You can be mad at me, but please just… stop calling me that. You never call me that.”

All the fight left her then. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself a moment of quiet to calm down.

“I’m gonna take a shower. Don’t wait up.”

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The hot water did little to relax Y/N’s nerves, but she was clean. And if she took an extra 15 minutes to just stand there and enjoy the quiet, well that was her business.

But she couldn’t stay there forever. She knew a fight sat unfinished on the other side of the door, and the longer she stayed in the quiet of the bathroom, the longer she pushed off a resolution.

So with a sigh, she pushed back the shower curtain and fumbled for her towel. She spent much longer than necessary drying off, avoiding the inevitable while she could.

Once her skin was thoroughly dry (and beginning to pink in the spots she had rubbed too much), she gave in to the gnawing in her stomach. She reached for her pajamas with a sigh, mentally going over how to diffuse the fight that waited for her.

Her hand met the empty countertop.

Y/N’s brows furrowed. She spun around, surveying the bathroom for her clothes.

Nothing.

Because this was supposed to be a day trip.

You don’t pack pajamas for a day trip.

Y/N wanted to scream. Because of course this would be happening. Her shit show day had reached its dirty grimy claws into the evening.

Her annoyance reared its head again, and she had to keep herself from storming out and shouting at Bucky once more for getting them in this predicament.

But she bit her tongue, and cracked the door just a sliver. “Bucky?”

Shuffling. Then, “Yeah?”

Her cheeks were already burning from embarrassment. “I didn’t bring pajamas. Do you mind calling down to the front desk and asking for a robe or something?”

“Y/N, it’s like nine o’clock. The receptionist has probably gone home by now.”

Her irritation flared. “Can you just check? The only other option is putting on the clothes I wore today and they’re filthy.”

She heard an annoyed curse and more movement. Then a metal hand was sliding in the gap in the door, a t-shirt hanging from its fingers.

“Here,” came a grunt through the wood.

A flush crept down Y/N’s chest. “I don’t-”

“Would you stop fucking arguing for once, and just take it?”

“I still don’t have any pants!”

“It’s a long shirt, you won’t need them! Just put it on and fucking relax.”

The sheer command in his voice would have been enough to make her listen, nevermind the fact that Bucky had always had her wrapped around his finger. So with a huff that sounded more pathetic than grumpy, she snatched the shirt and slammed the door.

The shirt was quintessential Bucky. Plain, dark, simple. It hung just past her hips, a bit too short to be considered decent.

“I knew it,” she growled. But there was no use in pouting about it now. It was clean and comfortable (and warm).

It took every ounce of security (and maybe insanity) to open the door and walk out. She refused to look at Bucky, but she could still feel his eyes like a physical weight on her body. After several rather awkward seconds, he cleared his throat.

“I’m not sleeping on the floor. So either you make yourself cozy down there, or we’re splitting the bed.”

Not even two minutes in, and he had found her last nerve. Found it, poked at it, sank his teeth into it, shredded it. “I’m not sleeping on the floor.”

“Well I guess that settles it.”

What a shit day.

With a pout, Y/N pushed her way under the duvet, taking notice of how small the bed seemed to feel with Bucky in it. Her thigh brushed his and she bit back her gasp.

“Are you wearing pants?”

“No. Neither are you. Leave me alone and go to sleep.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and curled under the blankets. She had almost dozed off when a sharp tug on the covers disrupted her. “Do you mind?”

“You’re hogging all the blankets. Do you mind?” Bucky hissed.

And just to piss him off more, Y/N yanked the blankets enough to leave him exposed to the chill in the air.

“Are you serious? What are you, 5?”

“Do we really want to start talking about ages, you old fuck?”

Bucky groaned and reached for the bedside lamp, bathing the room in darkness. “Fine. Whatever. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

The peace in the room settled and remained for maybe five minutes.

Until…

“Would you stop pouting?”

Y/N threw her hands up incredulously. “I’m not pouting!”

“Yes. You are.”

“How would you even know?”

“I can just tell. It’s irritating me. Now stop,” Bucky spat.

“That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Y/N’s not sure how it happened, or what set it off exactly. But Bucky had gripped the back of her neck and pulled her face to hover above his too quickly for her to prepare, her hands falling to his chest to balance herself. Bucky’s fingers dug into the nape of her neck with a bruising grip, and he soon brought his metal ones up to grab her jaw.

“Enough,” he growled.

With her head caged between his hands, she had no room to move, let alone reply. It wasn’t necessary though, as Bucky pushed through, his tone turning razor sharp.

“Enough with the pouting. Enough with the disobedience. Enough with the smart ass comments. Enough with calling me ‘James’. Enough. I’ve had enough. You can’t seem to help yourself from being a pain in my ass. I’m over it. Everyone else wants to kiss your ass, I’m not gonna do that. I want-”

He stopped. His teeth bared and gritted.

So it came as a shock when his lips crashed into hers with a force so staggering, she would’ve fell back if not for his hands holding her in place.

The kiss was urgent. Desperate. It was teeth, and tongues, and lips, and spit, and lust. Y/N struggled to catch her breath, but feared breaking away to break whatever spell had fallen over them.

“Such a fucking waste,” Bucky groaned. “A mouth like this, and all you do is pout and whine with it.”

The hand on the back of her neck slid up to her hair, and with a yank he had her throat bared where he sat up to meet it. His teeth nipped at her neck, roughly biting at the skin there. Y/N threw her head back in ecstasy, biting back a moan that threatened to slip.

A warm trickle slid down her neck.

Y/N pushed Bucky off by the shoulders, her hands flying to her neck. “Am I-” she stuttered. “Am I bleeding?”

“That should be the least of your worries right now.”

And before she could protest, he had pinned her on her back. “I am going to fuck you hard enough that you feel me every time you sit down. Every time you mouth off. Every time you touch yourself,” he continued, kissing a trail down her stomach. “I am going to ruin you.”

That didn’t sound so terrible.

The moment Bucky put his mouth on her, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. This had to be some sort of punishment. To be laid out in front of someone she despised and fall apart like this. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, small gasps managing to escape.

“You can do better than that,” Bucky urged.

And yes. She could. When his tongue did a particularly sinful circle around her clit, the whine that left her cut through the air loud enough that she briefly thought of whoever might be in the room next door. But when Bucky repeated the action, drawing another series of whimpers from her, she found she didn’t care.

A groan sounded, and the vibrations from it rang through her core. “Just like that,” Bucky gasped.

His mouth returned with a vengeance, licking and sucking at her like a man starved. She couldn’t have held her mewls and whimpers to herself if she tried, embarrassment be damned.

“Please,” she gasped. “I’m gonna-”

“No.”

Bucky pulled back at once, and her core throbbed at the loss of contact. Y/N sat up on her elbows, poised to protest.

“There’s that pout again.”

And yes, she was pouting.

But who could blame her?

“If I see that pout again, I’m knocking it off your fucking face.”

She immediately sobered and set her mouth straight.

Bucky smiled. “Good girl.”

Fuck.

Y/N keened high in her throat, the sound leaving without her intending it to. A flush crept up her cheeks.

Bucky’s grin looked like it might split his cheeks.

“Oh?” he teased. “Did you like that?”

His hands snaked up her waist, pushing his shirt higher on her torso, inches of skin creeping out bit by bit. His fingers, both flesh and metal burned her skin as they trailed up her sides. She gasped as his hands finally cupped her breasts.

“You like being told how good you are? You like being my good girl?”

Y/N whined, her hands moving to grab at Bucky’s wrists. Something to anchor her, she supposed.

Or just an excuse to touch him.

“You want me to tell you how pretty you look like this? Spread out and whining for me? Wearing my shirt?”

It was becoming too much: the way his hands grabbed at her skin, the way his breath fanned over her face, the words he was speaking.

“Please,” she begged.

“Use your words.”

“Fuck, please,” she tried. “I need you.”

Bucky smirked. “Where? Where do you need me?”

This was torture. She had seen the worst of humanity. She had fought the worst of humanity. But this was pure, unadulterated punishment.

And she loved it.

“Please,” she rasped.

Bucky chuckled, a sound that raked down her nerves. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

He plunged two metal fingers deep in her core, the cold biting into the lining of her walls. It stung, but it was wonderful.

“God,” Y/N gasped, a newfound sense of euphoria washing over her.

“You feel so soft,” Bucky rasped, kissing the space between her breasts with a tenderness that was unlike him.

It was too much. The cool steel of his fingers stung and her whimpering was fueled by the way they curled inside her.

“I knew you’d like this,” Bucky rasped. His hand pushed harder, deeper, until he was stroking just out of reach of where she really wanted him. “I always thought you’d be responsive, but this…” Another kiss. “This is better than I could have ever imagined.”

“Bucky,” Y/N moaned.

He paused. His lips hovered just above her nipple and his fingers stilled inside her. “Fuck, say it again.”

And so she did.

“Bucky.”

“Fuck, good girl,” he groaned, plunging back in with a renewed vigor. “You’re getting me all wet, baby. Look how pretty you look taking my fingers. Already whining, and I’ve barely touched you.” He dove in for her mouth this time, lips borderline bruising. He spoke against her mouth in a tone that sent heat rushing through her. “I can’t wait to see what you do with my cock in you.”

“I’m gonna-”

“No you’re not,” he growled, pulling his fingers away. Y/N groaned, but was cut short by a hand at her throat.

“Enough. Whining. I won’t tell you again,” Bucky hissed.

He tightened his grip around her throat, and her vision immediately blurred. Bucky smirked. “Good.”

Then he was inspecting his fingers, watching the way her essence dripped down the metal of his hand. Another groan.

“Open,” he commanded. Y/N’s lips parted, her tongue darting out eagerly. Bucky slid two metal fingers into her waiting mouth, pushing them back far enough to brush the back of her throat. Her eyes watered as she gagged, but she kept her mouth open all the same.

“So pretty.”

It was intoxicating, the taste of herself on the tang of metal, and she greedily lapped at his digits while he thrusted them past her lips. She had just started to lose herself when he pulled his fingers away.

His now spit-slick metal hand dug into the flesh on her ass when he had managed to (easily) manhandle her onto her front, leaving her gasping into the pillow at the sting. Her scorching flesh burned hotter against the cool brush of vibranium. Y/N’s entire body was on fire, made worse by the intensity and heat of Bucky’s gaze sliding over her skin. She was still lost in that feeling when she jumped against the sheets with a whimper, Bucky’s hand soothing over the now sore spot he had left after striking the flesh underneath.

“That one was for snapping at me all day,” he taunted, a smirk evident in his voice as he raised his hand again. Y/N braced herself for the strike, but still cried out when it landed. “And that, is for calling me ‘James’,” he growled out.

She was panting, breath ragged and sharp in her lungs. “You-” she gasped out as his fingers drew lazy circles over the marks he had left on her ass. “You can’t-”

“I can,” he hissed, wrenching her head back by her hair. “And you’re going to take everything I give you.”

Any sane person would’ve refused. Kicked him off of them with a snide comment and gone to bed, maybe even pretending this never happened to salvage any scrap of dignity left after everything that had happened.

“Got it?” Bucky growled with another tug to her hair.

“Yes, sir,” she groaned back.

The older man sighed contentedly, releasing his grip on her hair and dragging both hands down her spine slowly. “I think you’ve had enough spanking for now.”

A small surge of something close to panic roared through her, panic at losing this feeling, and the sting she could still feel on her ass.

“No!” Y/N gasped out before she could stop herself, too far gone to feel the bite of embarrassment at her words. Bucky’s hands stilled on her hips, and his fingers flexed against her skin.

“No?”

“Please,” she nearly whispered. “Please keep going.”

Silence hung, low and heavy around them for several moments. Had it not been for the weight of his hands still on her, Y/N would’ve thought he left.

Then, a groan, low and guttural, like the sound was being punched out of him. Bucky’s hand slid around the front of her neck, the heat of his flesh seeping into her throat. His grip was tight enough to pull her head up, but just barely. Suddenly, his mouth was right next to her ear, tone low and threatening, much like one he used when speaking to their targets.

“This is your last chance to tell me to cool off before I ruin you,” he bit out.

It was as good of a warning as she was gonna get, Y/N knew from their time together on missions, seeing the “Winter Soldier” firsthand. A sick thrill ran through her blood.

“Please,” she insisted.

A resounding ‘smack’ rang through the air as Bucky brought down his other hand against her ass, metal impacting soft skin. Y/N arched back against him, simultaneously running from and chasing the feeling.

More smacks followed, each one worse than the last. Her resolve was crumbling beneath her with each blow. Sensing her drop, Bucky smoothed both hands over her abused cheeks with a smirk.

“What happened to begging? Hm?” he taunted, digging his fingers into her already bruising skin just to see her hiss and try to pull away.

“Please,” she slurred against the pillow.

Bucky laughed, a mean and cruel sound. “Is that all you know how to say now? Have I already fucked you that stupid? I’ve barely touched you sweet girl.”

Y/N’s head was reeling, an emotional whiplash pounding at her temples as he mocked her and soothed the bite all in one breath.

“I need you inside me. Need to feel you,” she whimpered out, writhing as his hands pressed her further into the mattress.

Bucky muttered a sharp ‘fuck’ under his breath, before recomposing himself. She could hear the shuffle of him ridding himself of his pants, and she held her breath when she felt the rigid line of him press against her already sore ass.

Y/N keened high in her throat and pressed her hips back into his harder. Bucky pulled back just barely, teasing her.

“You sure about this?”

And maybe it was the gentle note of sincerity staining his voice that made her head swim, but Y/N found her breath catching once again.

“Please,” she insisted again.

And then Bucky was pressing into her slowly, inch by torturous inch, until he was seated all the way to the hilt with a strangled moan. Words failed Y/N as she felt the head of his cock pressing into the deepest and most intimate part of her, already leaving her aching in his wake.

Bucky dug his fingers into her flesh, pulling her back against him to sink into her even further. It was overwhelming, the way he filled every space within her, leaving her no room to even breathe. He was unlike any other partner she had ever had, and Y/N had the sick feeling she may never be satisfied with anyone else. She wrapped her fingers around the smooth metal of Bucky’s wrist, dragging his hand up to settle around her throat once more. The older man’s grip stayed loose where it rested against the skin of her neck as he let out a shallow breath.

“Don’t,” he panted. “Don’t do that. I don’t think I can be gentle with you if we start that.”

It was sick, so sick, the thrill that thrummed through her veins at the thought of Bucky, the Winter Soldier, stringing her out and using her body in that brutal way that only he could.

It was that same thrill (and slight mania) that sent her over the edge of insanity (and stupidity).

“Is that so?,” she gritted out with as much teasing in her voice as she could. She felt him tense behind her, deadly quiet and still as he waited for her to continue. “Or are you just worried you won’t have enough bite to match your bark?”

It was the wrong thing to say.

Bucky’s fingers tightened around her throat to the point of it being painful, her breathing slowing to almost a stand still. His hot breath ran across her ears as he leaned in to whisper, “I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of this.”

The pace he set was immediately brutal, leaving no time for her to adjust to the sheer size and force of him. The sharp curve of hip bones dug into her ass almost painfully with every thrust as he filled her to the hilt. Words failed her completely, nothing but wanton moans stuttering out between her ragged breathing. Normally, she’d have the sense to be embarrassed about her volume altogether, but this was not the same run-of-the-mill hookups she was used to. This was untamed and raw and torturous.

Another moan slipped between her rough-bitten lips, and then Bucky was slipping his grip up to her chin and cheeks to grab her face hard and turn her head painfully to meet his wild eyes.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, pushing her face away again before dropping his hand against the flesh of her bottom once again, leaving a sting in its wake.

His manhandling only made that pit in her stomach worse, and Y/N clenched her jaw to stifle the whimpers free flowing from her mouth. It only seemed to spur the soldier behind her even more.

His cock was dragging against her walls sinfully, and she wondered if she had ever felt this full before. Or if she’d ever feel this full again.

“You want everyone in this goddamn hotel to hear you?” Bucky ground out when yet another pathetic sound escaped her. He pulled his hips back just enough to slip out of her before yanking her up by the arm to roll her over onto her back. The intimacy of facing him as he dismantled her piece by piece was overwhelming, and Y/N nearly cowered away from the heat of his stare as it roved over exposed form, but Bucky was quickly slipping his cock back into her and she was keening once again.

Bucky’s hand reared back quickly, and Y/N braced herself for the slap to fall against her ass, but gasped when the strike landed across her cheek. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes at the burn, but the moan that tore from her throat betrayed her arousal at the impact.

The older man towering over her laughed, a full and mocking sound that made her want to simultaneously sink back and chase the cadence of it. His tone was nothing short of taunting when he sneered at her. “You’re getting off on this.”

Her cheeks burned again, this time from shame instead of smacking, and she pulled into herself just barely. It was humiliating to be this vulnerable in front of him, but the thrill of him seeing every dirty part of her and fueling all of it gave her a sick sort of satisfaction.

“You like when I get rough with you, pretty girl? You like it when I treat you like the whore you are?” he crooned, a gentle hand smoothing down her cheek as his thrusts picked up even more. That same hand gripped her cheeks hard enough to make her lips pucker, a smile pulling up at his lips as her pupils blew out. “My little whore. All mine.”

Mine.

Y/N whined, that knot tightening even further. “Please,” she gasped out for what felt like the hundredth time.

Bucky smirked. “Please, what? What is it, baby?”

Any other day, his teasing would’ve earned him a lashing from her, but she only found it more and more enticing now. “I need to cum,” she panted, on the verge of tears. “Please let me cum.”

She could see the effect her begging had on him, his eyes darkening considerably. “I don’t know-”

A choked sob broke from her chest, a single tear rolling down her cheek hotly. It was all too much, and she had the feeling she’d combust if he didn’t grant her relief. “Please,” she begged once again, more desperate now.

“Fuck,” Bucky gritted out between clenched teeth, eyes zeroing in on the path of the tear staining her cheek. “Cum for me, sweet girl.”

She could have wept as the wave of euphoria swept over her, pulling her under fast and hard and wracking through her body with an intensity she had never felt before. She clenched around Bucky’s shaft like a vice, and she felt him twitch before he was spilling into her with mutters of “all mine”. His thrusting continued as she rode out her high and even long after it had passed, making her whine at the sensitivity. He only pulled out when she weakly shoved at his shoulder, too overstimulated to take much more.

They were both panting as they stared at each other, and Y/N said a silent thank you to whoever could hear her that Bucky looked just as wrecked as she felt. He pulled away from her quicker than she would have liked and retreated to the bathroom. She heard the faucet turn and on and off before he reemerged with a wet rag. Her face flushed as he nudged her knees open and made to wipe at his seed dripping out of her before she stopped him with a hand to the wrist.

He leveled her with a look that made her toes curl, that same bit of dominance she had seen firsthand creeping into the expression. “I was just inside you, and now you’re trying to keep me from cleaning you up?” Y/N swallowed, still too embarrassed to let him take care of her like this. Bucky scoffed, and his voice turned stern. “Move your hand. Now.”

And even though they were done with whatever had just happened between them, Y/N found herself obeying the order. Her partner took care to clean her up gently before tossing the rag aside in the small pile of dirty linens they had accumulated. He slid into bed next to her, lifting the sheets slightly before pulling her into him with a strong, muscle chorded arm. Silence hung around them for a moment.

“Should we talk about this?” she whispered, afraid that speaking any louder would shatter the calm.

“No,” Bucky replied simply, sinking a stone in her heart before he continued. “You need to rest right now. Talking can wait until you’ve slept.”

It was a sweet sentiment, but Y/N didn’t want to leave things unchecked just because she needed rest (even if sleep was tugging at her eyelids heavily). “Are you sure? Maybe we should-”

“It wasn’t a suggestion, you’re going to sleep,” he insisted, pulling her in tighter and tempting her with his warmth.

She gave in with a playful huff, burrowing into his chest with a private smile. It felt natural, to be with him like this.

But Bucky Barnes always has to ruin her good mood.

“Who knew bossing you around was all it took to get you to shut up.”

She rolled her eyes, even as a laugh crept up her throat. “Don’t get used to it.”

Y/N felt the smile he buried in her hair as he pecked the crown of her head.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

note: i’m not aiming for accuracy, im aiming for a good time

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