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ღ 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐..!!.__.𝚊_.-..𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏__𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜._𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚛 𝙴𝚐𝚊𝚗_.._𝚟𝚜.--__.𝙼𝚛𝚜.𝙴𝚐𝚊𝚗❤︎︎

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜❥ 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚐𝚐𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚖𝚏𝚊𝚘, 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢-𝚏𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕, ⚠︎︎MDNI⚠︎︎

“𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒊𝒕, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝑌𝑂𝑈’𝑅𝐸 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒚, 𝒆𝒚, 𝒆𝒚. . .”

. . . .

Breathe.

You just needed to stay hidden until you could figure something out.

It’s hot under the thick covers where you lay, flattening yourself into the bed as much as possible. Plain sight usually works best in buying time which you desperately need right now.

Holding your breath, you listen for any sound of him as your heart pounds so hard, you worry it’ll create an echo.

John ‘Bucky’ Egan.

World’s most troublesome lover.

Now, why were you hiding?

You were hiding out in fear of catching the same sickness your beloved Bucky did.

Baby fever.

He wasn’t too terrible at first. Rubbing your stomach a little more, asking more family related questions, etc….

Then came the slightly bolder suggestions.

About how you’re already his wife so; ‘don’t you wanna be my babymama too, bunny?’, and how sweet you’d look waddling with a round bump, to laying on his affections extra sweet, getting desserts and the like for you and saying it was to make sure you were “healthy” for “no reason in particular”.

Lastly, he’s decided to resort to seduction. You feel like tearing up at the unfairness of how hard it was to deny him but it was for his own good. The last time you two had sex; after dragging every kind of orgasm out of you to the point of his lower pelvis being wet from your release, he leant down to whisper sultrily against your lips,

“I want my babies to have your eyes.”

You’re ashamed to admit you came again with him after that.

You’ve been avoiding his prodding, contact, and anything else that might make you fold ever since. You even tried talking to him civilly about it before. That babies are serious, and that yes while you both are married, you just don’t think you two are ready for them yet.

Personally, you blame Rosie and his adorable newborn that his wife had brought to the base for the boys to see.

Of course, all of this is easier said than done because John Egan is nothing if not persistent.

You thought he was dangerous before? Comical.

His touches have gone from warm to scorching, all up on you for however many minutes he can get, purring out all the ways he could knock you up and see to it that you have a damn good time while he does before you’re slipping out of his arms to go do something, anything to not give in.

His mouth is worse too, as is the way he looks at you.

Heat rushing up your neck just thinking about it.

But you needed to be strong. For the both of you.

Especially since he’d been breathing down your neck since the morning….and it was wearing you down.

Starting from waking you with his hard body on yours, peppering wet kisses all over your stomach then up to your breasts, giving them a slow massage because, “let me treat you, doll. This way it’ll be better when they start making milk”, and delaying you from getting the hell out of dodge by distracting you with neck kisses. Based on wake-up call alone, you should’ve known he was going to drag you down or die trying.

The last straw was when you were in the boutique, trying on different heels and asking John which ones he liked best on you.

His answer almost made you blackout.

“They’re all pretty doll. But it’s not like you’ll need em’ with the way I’ll have you…bred and barefoot.”

After that, you decided it best to promptly take your asses home.

As soon as you close the door, John’s crowding you against it. Trailing his hands up your sides, his aftershave fills your nose making it that much harder to stay objective. But it’s for the greater good. Heart racing as your body heats up at his proximity, you brace yourself.

“Princess, please.”

Brace yourself for anything but that.

John as a man is above many things. When it comes to you though, the list of those things is significantly shorter. That is to say that when it comes to you, he is not above begging.

Leaning down to nose at your throat, he runs his hands down to grab your ass, rolling your lower body into his.

“Let’s make a baby. A baby would be good for us. You’d be such a good mama…and I’d take the best care of my girls”, kissing you slowly as you go lax in his hold.

Realizing how good he was about to get you, you drop to the floor, ducking around his legs and booking it upstairs.

“Sorrybutwearentreadyandihavethingstodothisisforyourowngoodloveyousexybyeee!”

Leading you to where you are now; waiting on the delicious inevitable.

It wasn’t that you never wanted kids, and it wasn’t because of John either. You just felt you two weren’t ready just yet.

You’re so lost in thought that by the time you register the feeling of his rough, warm fingers wrapping around your ankles, it’s already too late.

Shrieking bloody murder as John snatches you clean from under the covers and drops you right on top of the comforter, following after you.

“There she is.”

He smiles wolfishly down at you, interlocking your fingers, pinning them above your head.

The adrenaline makes you breathless, gasping when you try to move only to feel his body between your legs, keeping you there.

This might be it. You think as you feel that familiar ache creep over you after avoiding him for almost 3 weeks.

“No, you are staying right were I got you and fully intend on having you.” Gulping, you decide to go down like a man.

“And just what do you want to have me for?” John’s low chuckle sends spikes of both arousal and anticipation through your system.

“Now now, don’t be coy. But, if you want me to spell it out for you I’d be more than happy to oblige…” Christ.

“John, dearest, we aren’t ready.”

“We are. Why do you keep running from me, insisting that we’re not?” The insecurity creeping into his voice makes your heart stop cold.

“It’s just…what if you can’t be here? What if something, somewhere, more important than us, needs you?” It’s not him, and no matter what may happen, you need him to know that first and foremost.

“You’d be the best daddy but it’s just the ‘what if’s’ that I don’t wanna commit to…”

John listens thoughtfully before nodding, “Nothing is more important than you. The world can wait because it wouldn’t even exist to me without you in it. So, put a little faith in me. I’ll be here…for both of you.”

He leans down to kiss you tenderly, groaning at the way you open up so eagerly for him. Kissing back just as feverishly as your hands feel all over him, wet in record time.

Switching from sucking on his tongue, to his bottom lip, you pull away to look at him.

Bucky really was beautiful. Daydreamy, dark, onyx colored hair, storm tide blue eyes, high cheekbones, strong jawline and a wonderfully devilish mouth.

“That’s a yes right, bunny? Because I’m so ready that if you kiss me, you’ll get pregnant.” You laugh incredulously but he’s not playing.

“Wow, spoken like a true poet. Yes Bucky, It’s a yes-’’, the words don’t even make it all the way out and the rest is a blur as Bucky’s clothes seem to vanish and yours are all but ripped off your body with Bucky suckling wet kisses all over any skin exposed.

He wastes no time manhandling you onto your stomach, watching your slick drip down your thigh, cursing with furrowed brows.

“Goddamn, you’re sopping mama. So anxious for daddy to breed you up, yeah?”, he growls out, landing a hard smack to your ass.

Holy fucking shit. Gasping sharply at the sting his heavy palm leaves behind.

Your body is so hot at this point that it makes your eyes water while you whine and moan brokenly, whimpering out a weak “yes”.

Smoothing his hands up your naked body, John presses one on your back to deepen your arch and the other hand down to play with your twitching clit.

“Yes what doll?”

“…y-yes daddy”, voice small from embarrassment but you’re too turned on to even think about smart mouthing him. Legs shaking as he stretches you out with 3 of his thick fingers, thumbing your clit, moving closer behind you.

“That’s right…and you aren’t leaving this room until I’m sure you’ve made me one.”

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