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Smut prompts “Show me how much you need me.” and “Hands behind your back.” Please for my baby Bucky ❤️ Love youuuu and thank youuuu

Brut Gold - Chapter 2 Rosaline & Bucky

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Summary: Of all the clubs to go to for your Bachelorette Party, you had to go to Thor's, your former lover. But you didn't know it was his, and when Bucky finds out, he tries to make you forget about him completely. Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Female Reader/OFC Word Count: Over 3.5K Warnings: Mentions of killing, language Steve Rogers wouldn't approve of, jealous Bucky (let's face it, that's a warning), praise and degradation kink, oral, P in V, rough sex. A/N: I want to thank @springdandelixn for this request and for being so patient with me while I write this. And I want to thank both her and @michelleleewise for being my BETA reader on it. Also, I'd like to thank @thalzr for helping me with some of the Romanian translations. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Dugan walked down the hall toward James’ office. The classic Rococo furniture contrasted with what the newer generation of the family preferred. But they would never change it. Because what the Barnes family loved more than their outdated furniture was tradition.

They were immutable. The habit of the institution was ingrained into them as young as five years old. For James “Bucky” Barnes- probably younger because he was set to inherit the family business.

Dugan walked in as a lifeless body was being dragged out. The face was unrecognizable as the only feature standing out was a backward initial ‘J.B.’ imprinted on the man’s cheek.

Steve nodded as he saw Dugan approach. He held out his hands towards him in greeting. “Dugan, how are you, my man? Or should I still call you DumDum?” Steve chuckled.

James was watching through the window’s reflection as smoke from his cigar blew out from his thin lips. His other hand, adorned with bloodied rings, nursed a half-filled glass of bourbon.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, Rogers? I was four!” Bucky said talking to Steve’s reflection.

“And you’ve been calling him that ever since.” Dugan smiled wearily as he took Steve’s hand and greeted him. He didn’t want to end up like the faceless man that was dragged out moments before.

“Why are you here?” Bucky asked him suspiciously. “You were supposed to be watching the bachelorette party.” He turned around, looking straight at Dugan.

“Bucky, you’re not gonna like this,” Dugan answered, looking sideways at Steve.

“Where’s my fiancé, Dugan?” James asked level toned. Dugan took a moment to decide which information he should start with first. “WHERE IS SHE?!” Bucky yelled and Dugan flinched.

“She went into Odinson territory. Got into one of his clubs. I could only watch from the border. I left Junior behind to watch and inform me when she and her friends come out.”

“You left the protection of floricica mea to a greenie? WHY WAS SHE EVEN FUCKING THERE?!”

“Buck, I’m sorry. I tried…” Dugan started. Bucky grabbed his collar and pushed him up against the wall.

“And if something happens to her, Dugan? If she gets kidnapped? What happens? Will you be sorry then too?” Bucky let go of his shirt. “Go back and tell me as soon as she comes out. Grab the entire party and send them home. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, boss,”

“Bring Rose and Lia here!”

“Yes, boss,” Dugan quickly accepted his command and left. Bucky was seething. He knew of your history with the older Odinson brother. Why the fuck would you go there?

“Buck, I’m sure there’s an explanation,” Steve tried to placate him. “Maybe she didn’t know.”

Bucky contemplated, then sighed. “No. That’s bullshit. She knows the boundaries, at least.” He downed the rest of his whiskey and slammed it on his desk reaching for the decanter. Steve watched him from the corners of his eyes as he sipped his drink slowly. He knew Bucky could be temperamental…at best. You were an angel for having fallen in love with him.

“Buck, she’s madly in love with you. YOU! You crazy, fucked-up psycho. She’s a saint for doing so. And for all you know, it could’ve been Lia who suggested it. She wouldn’t know where the borders are.”

“Lia can be rebellious,” Bucky noted.

“She’s naïve. Which in our line of work, can be dangerous.” Steve answered back.

“She didn’t grow up in the life.”

“Does she know? That you’re…about your family business?” Steve waved his fingers around.

“If she doesn’t, I think she suspects. She’s smart. Or Rose told her. They tell each other everything.”

“That whole family has brains. How’d you manage to snag Strange’s daughter anyway?” Steve asked finishing his drink. “Does that mean The Hospital isn’t neutral anymore?”

“Strange won’t let me anywhere near The Hospital unless I’m on my deathbed.”

“Hmm.” Steve nodded, knowing he wouldn’t get any more info other than that from his long-time friend.

You stepped out into the cold evening air, a slight breeze chilling the night. Bucky was not gonna like this. If you learned anything by now, you knew that Dugan had sent word to him that your bachelorette party wandered into Odinson territory and that he would be furious.

You didn’t know this was one of Thor’s clubs. You just followed your bridesmaid’s lead, talking about a brand-new spot that was trending. The lot of you had gone from one bar to another. Always within James’s borders of protection. You tried to steer the party back, but your cousin, Lia wanted to see it. Lord knows you can’t say no to her and her damn puppy eyes.

You thought it would be ok, one quick drink and lay low so you don’t gather attention. It wasn’t until you saw Lia kissing Loki Odinson, of all people, that you realized you were going to be in trouble.

You walked out onto the breezy summer night and before Lia could step foot on the concrete, Junior had already come up to you and your friends.

“Ma’am,” was all he said.

“He’s not happy, isn’t he?” you asked quietly.

“No, he’s not,” Dugan answered from behind Junior. “He’s furious.”

“I’m sorry Duggy. I didn’t know,” you said out of earshot from your friends. You were the only one who could call him that and make it sound endearing. You tried to channel Lia and gave him your sweetest puppy-eyed face.

“Well maybe you can get away with that, but I can’t. C’mon, he wants you guys to end the night,” Dugan ordered, motioning you guys back to two large SUV’s waiting on the curb.

In all honesty, you were glad that the night was ending. Aside from Lia, everyone there just tolerated you. They were there because your fiancé was “Bucky” Barnes and wanted to make advantageous connections with his future wife. They weren’t there for you.

After dropping the two of you off at Bucky’s house, Dugan set off to drop off the rest of your bachelorette party. Holding your hand, Lia followed you down the hall into James’ grand office. She gave your hand a heartfelt squeeze. Making sure you were all right.

“I’m sorry, Rose. Did I get us in trouble?”

“No. No, it’s all right,” you squeezed her hand back. “Even if Bucky is mad, what’s he gonna do? We didn’t do anything wrong.” You put on a brave face. You knew what kind of temper he had. It was never directed at you, but you’ve heard the cries of the men that have wronged him. He tried to shield you the best he could, but you were around it all your life. Especially since your father was the neutral doctor for all the families.

The scent of fresh cedar and tobacco hit your senses as soon as you entered his office. You froze for a half second. A habit you did involuntarily whenever you saw James. Not because you were frightened, but because his presence, his undeniable charisma always made you pause.

Lia walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek. She held his hand and whispered, not too quietly, “Be nice. Or I’ll have to hurt you!”

“I’m always nice!” Bucky played offended. “C’mon. Have I ever not been nice?” he lovingly touched her nose with the tip of his finger and Lia giggled. You were so happy that they got along. Lia was hesitant about him at first, but she saw how you looked at him with love and devotion in your eyes. She saw how happy you were and how much you were yourself whenever you were around Bucky.

Most importantly, she saw how completely and madly in love Bucky was with you. How he would move heaven and earth for you to be happy. That was what won her over.

“Rogers, why don’t you take Lia here for a walk in the gardens? I need to speak to my future wife,” James calmly ordered. Both Steve and Lia looked at you. Worry and wistful glee warring on their faces. Steve held out his arms and Lia took them. Their footsteps echoed on the hardwood floors as they left the room.

A quietly charged moment went by, and all James had done was stare at you. The deep-set brows on his face downturned in anger. Or worry? Neither was good when it came to Bucky.

You crossed the small space in between you and placed your hands on his chest. He lifted his head and looked down at you. His devastating features only got more handsome as he tried to be indifferent and stoic. His jaw was set, his nose flared and his eyes narrowed at the innocent cherubic features you were trying to portray.

His fingers grabbed your chin gently and forced you to look into his eyes. “Of all the places, Roza, why his?!” You heard his deep Romanian accent come forth. A shiver ran down your body, making your stomach curl in desire. His accent was only obvious when he felt a deep emotion. You recounted all the times that voice came out in the throws of passion as he took you over and over again.

“I didn’t know, Bucky. Honestly. I was just following the girls. They wanted to try out a new place. Some place they hadn’t been before, and I was just catching up with Lia. I didn’t notice that we had gone into Odinson territory. Or that Dugan had stopped following us.” You caressed your hands up and down his chest.

“HIS PLACE, ROSE?! Of all the clubs it was his place!” he held on to your hands and stopped your caress.

“Bucky! It’s over. You know that it is. He never loved me. Not like you!”

“Oh, don’t start comparing me to that bastard!” he let go of your hands and moved away in anger.

“It’s true!” you yelled out. “I was just something to pass the time for him. I…”

“Do you think that makes me feel any better?”

“Let me finish!” You stomped your foot. Bucky picked up his glass of whiskey and threw it against the wall from your opposite direction. You didn’t let it faze you as you slowly walked over to him. His anger dissipated with your every step. “He didn’t mean anything to me either Bucky. He was a tool. To anger my father. But you…you are the love of my life. The one I chose to spend the rest of my life with. I hadn’t even thought about him until tonight when I found out where we were.” You said placing your hands in soothing circles over his chest.

“Did you see him tonight?” he snarled.

“No.” You answered looking into his eyes so he would know you weren’t lying.

“Did he see you?”

“I honestly don’t know. I was too busy dancing with Lia.” You tried to give him your best apologetic face. You peppered small kisses onto his cheek and made your way to his lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, wanting him to open up and kiss you back. “What can I do to prove to you that I love you, dragostea meu, my love?”

Bucky stood there stubborn, yet slowly losing his resolve. Your soft lips on any part of his skin always excited him. “No one makes me weak like you do,” he said grabbing your waist. “Or so fucking angry!” James growled at the last word.

He pushed you up against his desk. The familiar cold mahogany sends chills up your skin as he picks you up by your waist and sits you down. He pulls up his chair and sits. He lounges in it with a slight swivel as his eyes travel the length of your body. He spreads his legs, showcasing the hard bulge he’s been trying to conceal.

“James, I really am sorry…”

“Shh. Spread them for me, sweetheart. One leg on each armrest,” he commanded as he scoots closer. You quietly and slowly open your legs and lean back as you placed your strappy heels on the armrest of his chair. The hem of your dress rides further up your waist and you almost whimper from his stare. That hungry look in his eyes, as if he found something he would kill for. Something he would die for.

“You’re so beautiful spread out for me like this Roza. Ready and willing.” He traced his fingers on the outside of your calves. His warm lips pushed against your supple thighs, slowly inching closer and closer to where you wanted him most.

“Tell me, Roza, did he ever worship you like this?” his nose grazed against the hood of your clit, sending shivers throughout your body. His tongue traced the seam of your panties and made you open wider. “Answer me, sweetheart.” He grabbed you and pulled you closer to his face. He looked up at you, but your head was thrown back in ecstasy, savoring him between your legs.

“N-no. Never,” you gasped as his mouth latched on to your sensitive nub. The thin fabric of your panties stopped his tongue from entering further. You pushed yourself closer to him. But he held you still, teasing you, knowing you wanted more.

“Mmm. This little number you have on is beautiful. Did I buy this for you?” you shook your head no. He traced his fingers on the gusset of your panties and pulled to a snap. You yelped in slight shock, more than pain. “Hmm. And these shoes?” Bucky asked as his hands pulled your panties off and traveled the length of your legs down to your ankles.

“I bought them, baby.” You answered. Bucky stood up slowly and leaned over you on the desk. He trapped you in between his muscular frame as he looked down at your lips. He kissed you fervidly. All teeth and tongue, leaving you gasping for air. His lips roamed down to your collar, and he bit the chain hanging on your neck.

“And this? Who bought this?” he said licking the bruise he just made.

“I did.” You answered. “I bought it for myself.”

“So you don’t need anyone, do you floricica mea? You certainly don’t need that low-life prick who couldn’t even bother to get on his knees and worship you like the goddess you are.” His head dipped lower, trailing his tongue in between your breasts. “Which means you don’t need me either, do you?”

“No, I don’t need you.” You whispered. Bucky paused and stared deep into your eyes. He started pulling away, but you grabbed his face between your hands and pulled it back up to yours. “I don’t need you. Or your money.” You brushed your lips against his. “But I want you. I want you Bucky Barnes! In every way and in every chance I get.” You kissed him, sucking on his top lip, as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You reached for his belt, undoing the fastening and making quick work of his zipper. Your hand brushed up against his hard length, feeling him throb through his boxers. Your mouth salivated at the thought of his arousal.

“Do you see what you do to me, Roza?”

“Oh, Bucky…” you whimpered as you pushed him back down to his office chair. He grunted when he hit the cushion and you swiftly placed yourself in between his legs. He stared up at you with ravenous eyes, licking his lips as he watched you lower yourself onto your knees. “Let me prove to you how much I want you.”

Bucky leaned forward to capture your lips. Your fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one tracing the hard muscle underneath. You dipped your fingers under the hem of his boxers and pulled them down, his large erection springing free from the tight confines of his pants. He groaned as you fisted him, your fingers barely closing around his large girth.

You licked the tip, tasting him. “Fuck,” he growled as his head rolled back. You continued to give him small licks, kissing and sucking down the length of his cock. Your hand moved to a rhythmic pace as you softly bit the base of his shaft, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine. You licked your way back up to the end and swallowed his tip. You could see his knuckles clenched and white on the armrest of the chair.

“Don’t tease me now. Show me how much you need me. How much you want me.” He said, one hand holding the side of your face. You moaned, opening your mouth wider and sticking your tongue out further. You took him in slowly. Inch by inch until his cock hit the back of your throat. “Look at me while you suck my cock.”

You looked up to see his gorgeous face curled in pleasure. Your eyes watering as he slowly pushed deeper into your throat making you gag. He pulled out slowly, savoring your lips around his girth. “Fuck,” he panted as he saw himself coated in your saliva. “That’s a good girl.” He thrust back into your mouth. “A good fuckin’ girl.”

You continued to bob your head up and down. Your hand worked in tandem with your mouth. All you could hear was the gulp and swallow of your mouth mixed with Bucky’s shameless, feral moans. Even after holding the base of his cock, he felt heavy in your mouth as you dragged him faster and faster through your lips.

“St-stop,” he whimpered into the air. But you kept going. “Stop, Rose.” But you couldn’t. He chuckled at your eagerness. With one hand on your head, he pulled you off his hard cock as it bounced back toward his stomach. “Naughty little Roza” He smiled as he pulled your hair up to look at him. “I didn’t know I was going to marry such a slut.”

His words sent a chill throughout your body. He always danced that fine line between praise and degradation that always made you weak. “Bucky,” you whined.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. You need my cock inside you, don’t you?” You nodded as you turned your head licking his wrist that was holding your hair. “Stand by my desk and bend over for me. Hands behind your back.” He commanded.

You quickly complied, moving to stand by his desk and bend over it. You spread your legs apart putting most of your weight on the desk. The cold mahogany felt like ice against your heated face. You placed your hands behind your back and slowly pulled your dress up, showing him your dripping cunt. You heard the sound of his buckle as he stood. “You’re such a good little slut for me aren’t you?” Bucky slid two of his fingers through your folds, teasing you.

“Only for you, Bucky.”

“Only for me,’ she says.” There was an edge to his voice that made you nervous.

“Only you.” You repeated.

“Oh, floricica mea, you have no idea what I would do for you.” He spanked your ass, causing you to cry out in shock. He grabbed both of your wrists in one of his hands and secured them on your back. With his other hand, he lined up his cock at your entrance.

“You have no idea what I would do to anyone who ever touched you,” he slammed into your heated core making both of you cry out at the same time. Bucky bent over you, his hot breath tickling your ear as he said, “You are mine, Rosaline,” he growled. “MINE. I’m gonna make sure you forget that he ever existed.” He slammed further against you making you scream. A gargled plea between pain and pleasure.

Bucky stood back up and began thrusting his hips inside you. “…Ohfuck…God Bucky!...”

“That’s it, baby girl, say my name.”

“…B-bu…” you panted. With every thrust, every push, you felt the weight of his large cock pressing inside you. “…bucky…youfeelsogood…so good baby…” He took you hard and rough, keeping your chest pressed down onto the desk.

“You like that, sweetheart? You like my hard cock inside that tight pussy of yours?” he asked out of breath. You nodded your head, unable to make any coherent words other than grunts and moans. “Then say my name,” he growled.

“Bucky! yesyesyes…oh!Bucky…” You screamed over and over again. Every thrust had you yelling his name until it was the only thing you could say. Your legs started shaking. He could feel you squeeze him hard, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Give it to me baby. Come all over my cock.” And with his words, you screamed out the pleasure that he built up in your body. Bucky grunted as he stilled inside you. “Squeeze me harder, baby.” And somehow you obeyed as incoherent as you were.

When Bucky finished inside you, he pulled out slowly, watching his spent drip down your thighs. “Can you walk baby girl?” he said massaging your shoulders as you stood up slowly. You had a dazed look in your eyes as you shook your head. He picked you up bridal style and carried you down the hall to your bedroom. You giggled and made small love bites on his neck. “Just as well. I’m not finished with you yet.”

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Tiger, Tiger

Title: Tiger, Tiger

Summary: Red John has captured you and he’s given Patrick 24 hours to find you.

Warnings: Patrick Jane (I feel like he deserves his own warning label); angst, angst, angst; mentions of being assaulted/battered; mentions of blood; brief character death; C.P.R.; mentions of guns/weapons; with a tiny bit of fluff at the end. I believe I’ve listed all of the warnings and I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read. If any of the listed warnings make you uncomfortable please do not read.

A/N: This is my story for the week one writing challenge, I Spy, for the @the-slumberparty event. I used a generator to come up with my theme and setting. The theme I got was ‘serial killer’ and the setting I got was ‘modern day’. So naturally, the Mentalist, ‘Red John’ serial killer popped into my head and I loved how this turned out! I hope you enjoy it!

Wordcount: 2,893

Patrick Jane had just finished making his fresh cup of tea and as he lifted the cup to his mouth, he took a deep breath in. He loved starting the work day off with a cup of tea, it helped him relax. As he took a couple of drinks from his cup he watched the other agents as they rushed by the small kitchen. They were always in such a hurry. He stole another minute to himself before he glanced down at his watch and a smile started to work its way onto his lips. You should be here any minute. He took another drink from his cup before he turned around to grab another cup for you. You loved tea just as much as he did, which was just one of the many things he liked about you. While he prepared your cup, he thought back to the day that he met you.

He had just walked into the small kitchen to fix himself some tea when he spotted you. You were using his favorite cup and before he could say anything, you were walking past him. He shook his head and snapped out of his thoughts before he called out to you.

“Excuse me, that’s my cup.”

You paused and turned around to face the person who had just spoken. “‘Scuse me?”

Patrick couldn’t lie, you were quite beautiful and he could easily get lost in your eyes. He took a couple of steps towards you, he pointed at you as he did. “That’s my cup.”

You took a drink from the cup before you examined it. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t see your name on it.”

Patrick narrowed his eyes at you as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Who are you anyway?”

You smirked at his question before you took a sip of tea and walked away, putting a little bounce in your step as you did. Patrick was in awe and all he could do was watch.

“Patrick!”

Patrick was brought out of his thoughts when he heard his name being called and groaned. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was Theresa who was calling for him, he would probably just ignore the person. He rubbed the back of his neck before he set down the cup he had gotten out for you. When he got to the bullpen workplace, he noticed how his coworkers stopped what they were doing and turned to face him. The once light and airy atmosphere that was just there a minute ago turned into a more constricted one. Something was going on, he could tell. He was about to ask his team members what was going on until he noticed it. How he had missed it was beyond him because he swore when he walked in just a bit ago it wasn’t there. He was frozen in his spot at the sight of the funeral bouquet sitting there on an easel. It sat there taunting him as if he should know better than to love again. “No, it couldn’t be,” Patrick thought to himself. He approached the display with caution as if it would out and attack him. When he reached the display, he took in a sharp breath at the words that were written on the sash, ‘I’m sorry for your loss’. Patrick could feel his whole body go numb and he knew exactly what this meant. Red John had gotten to you.

“Jane?” Theresa inquired as she gently placed her hand on his upper arm and paused, waiting for him to reply. She glanced over her shoulder to her other coworkers, concern written all over her face before she returned her attention back to Patrick. “Jane?”

At the second ‘Jane’, he finally turned his attention towards the others and demanded a question. “When did this get here?”

Grace, Kimball, and Wayne all shook their heads in response, not sure when the flowers were delivered. Before anyone could answer Patrick’s question, his phone started to ring. He pulled out his phone from his pant’s pocket and answered it instantly.

“Hello?” Patrick did his best to remain calm.

“Hello Patrick, did you miss me?” A high-pitched, male’s voice came through the receiver.

Patrick’s blood ran cold, it was just as he had thought: His worst nightmare had come to life.

“Where is she?” Patrick informed, his voice firm and doing his best to keep it even.

“She is rather pretty, isn’t she? I can tell you have a type.” Red John commented, completely ignoring Patrick’s question.

Patrick aimlessly took a few steps forward as he heard you whimper in the background. “If you do anything to her at all, I will find you and I will kill you.”

Red John chuckled at Patrick’s threat and even though he knew Patrick couldn’t see it, he smirked. “You have twenty-four hours to find her. Good luck.”

With that, Red John hung up the phone and a curse slipped from Grace’s mouth. She had quickly moved from her spot next to Wayne and over to her desk when the phone call was answered. She had typed furiously to try and trace where the phone call was coming from. “Damn it! I almost had it!”

Theresa and Patrick went over to Grace’s desk to see what she was talking about. A grid map was pulled up onto her computer screen and there were mapped out cell phone towers. She let out a frustrated sigh before she spoke up again.

“Sorry, I almost had him. I was only able to narrow it down to a certain area but it’s rather big.” Grace explained as she made a few clicks with her computer mouse and zoomed in on the area she was talking about.

“Good work, Van Pelt.” Theresa reassured her colleague. Theresa then took a deep breath before she walked to the center of the bullpen. She tucked her thumbs into her front belt loops before she started talking and giving orders. “Alright, everyone, we have a fellow agent in danger. Whatever you’re working on, I want you to bury it until further notice. We need all hands on decks. Let’s get a move on people, we have twenty-four hours!” Theresa then looked back at Patrick who gave her an appreciative nod. “We’re going to find her Jane.” Theresa did her best to be confident with her reassurance. This was Red John after all.

“I need some air.” Patrick excused himself and he was out of the building before anyone could stop him.

Kimball and Wayne exchanged looks, worry was etched onto their features. They knew what you meant to not just Patrick but Theresa as well. When you first started, Theresa had introduced you as her best friend and with a proud smile on her face. They quickly changed their demeanor as they nodded at one another and started to get busy trying to find you. They didn’t want to get told twice.

You grunted as you pulled against the leather cuffs that had you strapped to an uncomfortable wooden chair. It took a minute for your vision to become clear, you don’t remember passing out. Although, with all of the torture that you’ve endured within the past several hours, it was bound to have happened. You tried to get a good look at your surroundings again but it was nearly impossible. The only light source that the room provided was a singular, hanging overhead light. It was probably on purpose though, your captor didn’t want to be seen or to know where you were. You could feel goosebumps start to rise over your skin as you heard footsteps coming towards you. Your breath hitched when your kidnapper was finally in front of you. From what you could tell, he was wearing a mask and a hideous one at that.

“Good, I’m glad you’re awake. For a moment there I thought I had lost you. I can tell you’re a strong one though. A fighter.” Red John said, his high-pitched voice sent a cold chill through your body.

You balled up your hands and flexed them as you gritted your teeth. You needed to pick and choose your battles. “You don’t know anything about me.”

Red John stopped his pacing before he began to click his tongue. “You see, I know a lot more about you than you yourself know. But we don’t have time for that.” He paused and looked down at his watch before his shrill voice continued to pierce your ears. “After all, I only have a limited time with you and I want to have more fun.”

You tried not to wince when his gloved finger caressed the side of your face and you did your best to try and pull away. He chuckled at your attempt as his finger continued to trail down the column of your neck. Your eyes began to fill with water as Red John picked up the necklace around your neck. It felt like an eternity as Red John stood there and examined the quaint diamond necklace. Patrick had given it to you as an anniversary present. It was simple really, a single diamond on a white gold chain but you cherished it and wore it every day. A gasp escaped from you when Red John tore the necklace from your neck and pocketed it. Just as you thought he was about to walk away and leave your battered body, he turned back around and a harsh smack met your cheek.

“Boss, I’ve got something!” Grace called out, she was sure that she found your location. Not just sure but she would stake her job on it.

Just as Theresa and Patrick rushed over to Grace’s desk, Kimball and Wayne were walking back into the office. They had gone to your apartment to see if they could find anything out of place. When Patrick noticed them, he looked at them with a small bit of hope. But when they shook their heads no, Patrick returned his attention back to Grace. Kimball and Wayne immediately joined them to see what was going on.

“Alright, so I was able to do a little more digging based off of the incomplete trace from earlier. You see this satellite point,” Grace pointed to a small dot on the screen before she continued. “It was one of the ones that was blinking earlier. I checked that area and it’s nothing but woods and cabins up there. So, I ran the names of people who owned them and there’s one that stands out. A fellow by the name of Dr. Roy.”

“That’s it, it’s gotta be. Great job Grace!” Patrick confirmed before he went over to grab his jacket.

“Alright, let's move it people! Cho, I want you to call for a S.W.A.T. team and meet us there, also let them know there’s a hostage! Van Pelt, forward that address to the S.W.A.T. team and to me. Jane, you’re with me. Rigsby, I want you to call Sac. P.D. and let them know that we have a hostage situation on our hands. Let them both know that the suspect is considered armed and dangerous.” Theresa barked out orders as she double checked her gun and she received multiple ‘yes boss’s’ from her team.

When they finally got to the cabin, the teams approached with caution and they had their weapons ready. Theresa motioned for one of the teams to go around back and they did as they were told. They moved swiftly and quietly to the back of the cabin. The team in front breached the door within a matter of minutes and they immediately crossed the threshold to begin their search for you. Once they cleared the house with no sign of you, Patrick went outside to catch his breath and think. He placed his hands on his hips and just as he turned around, he noticed something in the distance.

“Theresa! I think I’ve found something!” Patrick called out to his colleague. He motioned for her to come over to him when he noticed her coming out of the cabin.

“What is it Jane?” She asked as she arched an eyebrow at him.

Patrick pulled her over to the side a few inches and he pointed to a spot in between two trees. “What do you see Lisbon?”

Theresa squinted her eyes through the narrow tree line. “Is that a barn?”

“I believe it is and I bet that’s where he’s keeping her.” Patrick confirmed and just before he could take off towards the barn, Theresa grabbed ahold of him.

“Hey, we’re doing this the right way and we’re gonna be smart about this.” Theresa ordered, her face as serious as her tone.

Patrick looked taken aback before he became just as serious as his partner. “How can you just stand there and say that?! I thought you cared about her?!”

Now it was Theresa’s turn to be the one taken aback. “That is my best friend in there and I’m worried sick about her! So, don’t for one second think that I don’t care. But this is Red John we’re talking about so we have to be smart.”

Patrick took a deep breath before he exhaled. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

Just then Kimball had walked up to them with his bolt-action rifle in hand. “Cabin’s empty boss. What’s our next move?”

“Alright, get the S.W.A.T. team ready, we have another building to look through.” Theresa commanded and without saying another word, Cho walked away.

The S.W.A.T. and Sac. P.D. teams were ready to go and were waiting for command within minutes. Just as before, there was one team that waited at the back of the barn while one remained at the front. One of the S.W.A.T. team members stood across from Theresa and Patrick as he listened for any sign of movement. Once he was satisfied, he gave Theresa a short nod who wasted no time in signaling to him the okay. A loud bang filled the intense silence as the battering ram met the wooden door, causing the door to splinter. Theresa led the team inside with her gun and flashlight aimed as she called out a ‘clear’ after every turn.

When they reached the center of the large barn, Theresa scanned the room before her light landed on you. A horrified gasp escaped her as she saw the state of your battered body. Your head was hung low and you were still strapped to the chair. You were still, too still for Theresa’s liking. She took a few steps towards you but before she could get to you, Patrick had forced his way into the barn. When he caught the sight of you, he froze in his spot. Theresa tried to keep Patrick back but wasn’t able to. He easily pulled out of her grasp and rushed over to you with Theresa hot on his heels. The pair of them quickly began to remove the leather cuffs that kept you restrained. Once they had you freed from the restraints, Patrick carefully moved you from the chair and to the ground. He immediately checked for a pulse and when he couldn’t find one, he started C.P.R. right away.

After a few minutes, Patrick leaned back onto his heels as he sat on his knees. He gulped in deep deep breaths as he waited for what seemed like an eternity. The air was thick around him and he barely felt Theresa place her hand on his shoulder. Tears began to well up in his eye but before one could escape, you jolted forward and started to gasp for air. Patrick quickly scooped you up into his arms and held onto you tightly.

“Patty, I need to breathe.” You struggled to say in between deep breaths.

Patrick let out a weak chuckle before he loosened up his grip on you. “Sorry sweetheart, you had me so worried.”

You tried to laugh but ended up coughing instead. You took a deep breath before you continued. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily Patty.”

Patrick smirked in response. “Oh, I know, you’re too stubborn. Theresa on the other hand was about to give up on you.”

You did your best not to laugh as Theresa smacked Jane on the shoulder. “I was not. I’m gonna go see if the ambulance is here.” Theresa gave you a small smile before she got up and left.

Patrick then cupped your cheek and gently started to caress the bloodied skin. He leaned down and gave you a meaningful kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes and relished at the feeling. You weren’t sure if you were ever going to experience this again. When you opened your eyes, you took in Patrick’s face and pulled him in for a kiss. When you pulled apart, you paused to catch your breath and a weak smile curled up on your face.

“I love you Patrick.” You said in between each breath.

Patrick’s face brightened up and he grinned from ear to ear. “Hey, I wanted to say that first.”

He then leaned down and kissed you again before the paramedics came to wheel you away.

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When I Hear Your Name, Part 2

Summary: How did Steve know?

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, dark, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, marking, creampie, cheating, voyeurism, obsessive behavior, threats, implied kidnapping, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4K

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A/N: My entry for @the-slumberparty Week 2 Blast From the Past Challenge. My random generator theme was ‘Descent into Madness’ and the setting was ‘Military’.

First Line generator gave me: “He didn’t want to go out on such a night, but...”

He didn’t want to go out on such a night, but since Steve had returned he wasn’t the same. You were no longer the same. You stayed with Steve day and night, and he just sat there. He didn’t speak to you. Barely ate or drank. Steve was just there. When you had called Bucky to meet you at a local bar, he couldn’t deny you. He had seen you becoming more withdrawn from life.

Before you and Steve were the life of the party. Always giggling, cutting up, usually singing at the top of your lungs, but not anymore. It was sad how war can change a person. And sometimes that person brought that back with them, and they changed the people around them as well. It wasn’t fair, but it was true.

Bucky could see you with your head hung down low immediately. All alone in a darkened corner with a glass of a dark amber liquid, and Steve’s choice of beer in a bottle on the table. He wasn’t there. Bucky knew he wasn’t there. You just couldn’t stop ordering for him. It was second nature at this point.

With a deep breath, Bucky walks up to your table, offering a quick peck to the top of your head before sitting opposite of you. His finger traces circles on the table, while he raises a hand to the bartender. Bucky didn’t have to order, his order never changed, and a glass of beer would be set in front of him shortly.

“Moonbeam?” You sniffle at the sound of Steve’s nickname for you. It had been so long since you had heard it. Steve didn’t talk, definitely didn’t say your name. Bucky changes and whispers your name, but you shake your head no.

“No, I like hearing that name,” you finally look up at him, and he feels the utmost pity. Your eyes were rimmed in bright red, and the veins were prominent. You hadn’t been sleeping. Your face was more gaunt than he remembered. You were becoming Steve. “You know we once had these big dreams. We were going to get married and have kids. Have our house with the white picket fence, and a dog. Now…I’m never getting him back, am I Buck?”

“I can’t answer that. I wish I could. I know how much Steve loved you, and your plans for the future,” your face turns up in pain as tears start streaming down your cheeks. It was but distant memories of laying in the bed naming the children you hadn’t had yet. “He’s never going to stop loving you.”

“He’s not even Steve anymore. He’s…he’s a shell. He’s not even there. He’s…Bucky, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t live like this. I haven’t been touched since he left. I forgot what it feels like,” with one solid move Bucky’s hand slides across the table, and he rubs the top of yours, and a fresh wave of tears start when you place your other hand on top of his. It felt good. Similar and different all at the same time. Warm and loving.

“Come on,” Bucky stands out of the booth, holding out a hand.

“What?”

“We’re going to dance,” it was innocent enough. Standing up, you follow him to the dance floor, and he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arm around you. Holding your other hand with yours, and you lay your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his beating heart. It was soothing. Steve barely wanted you to touch him. You had been so alone.

Bucky was so smooth with his moves. Guiding you, while you sink more into his embrace. Clinging to his shirt, when you lift up off his chest. Staring up at him when he gives you a soft kiss to your forehead.

He wasn’t Steve, but the kiss didn’t seem forced or crossing any boundaries. It wasn’t until he was jerking his head away from you that you realized you had offered a kiss of your own. This one was on his lips, “Moonbeam,” his voice was just as haggard as your own. Bucky loved Steve as well, and this was also affecting him.

“Bucky, he doesn’t touch me anymore. I need,” you can’t finish your sentence as you pull his head down. Standing on your tippy toes you give him a lingering peck. Becoming breathless and heated with every second. Stopping to see his own pupils were blown wide with lust. “Touch me.”

Bucky grabs onto your hand, racing you out of the bar. He only lived a block away. The two of you were in the elevator no more than a second when he was pulling you back to him. The taste of his lips was desperate and needy, and you just wanted to feel something real with someone you did love and care for.

Pulling you into his apartment you become a tornado of hands and clothes. You didn’t even know who was struggling to undress the other more. A trail of discarded fabric led the way into his bedroom, and you were clinging onto every part of him. Grabbing him into your body, you needed to feel his entire weight over you. Needed to feel the passion of love once more.

Bucky had you laid on the bed quickly. His tip runs through your folds, and the two of you stare at each other. Holding onto whatever reserve you had left. Giving each other the chance to back out, but when you nod your head yes, he dips his cock down until it breeches your entrance. There was nothing sweet about this moment; it was needy.

With one hand grasping onto the bed frame and the other pulling you closer for a heated and sloppy kiss, he rails into you with a severe speed. You were going to remember the way he felt inside of you for a month. This couldn’t happen again. It shouldn’t. This was going to need to last you for a lifetime.

His thrusts were so demanding and sharp you yip with every pound into you. Your fingers dig into his back because the pleasure was too much. It was delicious and sinful all at the same time. Your greedy little cunt was sucking him back in and soaking his thick shaft. Juices spilling out onto his bed while he moans along with you.

Your squelching pussy was downright vulgar, and even your pornographic mewls of his name. Bucky’s name. Steve was never uttered out of your lips. You wanted this just as much as Bucky had wondered what you felt like. No wonder Steve was obsessed with you, he had never felt anything more delectable. Your body was molding to his. You were taking every inch of him so well.

He twists his body without pulling out of you. Letting you take your frustrations out on him. Your head tilted back and looking up at the ceiling, screaming out your pleasure to the heavens, and fucking the pain away. It had been too long since you had felt this good. You forgot what it felt like for someone to hold onto you as well. His hands grip tight to your waist as you bounce yourself over him. He was leaving bruises and you didn’t care. You needed a reminder of hands on your skin.

His voice was a symphonic melody to your ears. He was vocal. There were no words, just deep breathing, sighs of relief, grunts, and the sweetest whimpers. You were making a mess on his stomach and Bucky was obsessed. He could do this everyday for the rest of his life, and he knew he shouldn’t want this at all. You were his best friend’s girl. He couldn’t help it that you were in need of a good fucking. Could help that your body was begging for this relief. He just had to tell himself that he was doing you and Steve a favor. You were going to find someone, and at least Bucky wouldn’t hurt you.

You press your hands on Bucky’s chest as you ride him. Squeaking out how you were about to come, and so was he. You were clenching down around him, and it was becoming too much. “Bucky! I’m…I’m gonna…gonna — oh fuck,” your leg starts quivering, and he spurts his seed so deep in your womb.

Your chest heaves as you try and steady your breathing, but it shocked Bucky to see you start to drift down lower. Laying on top of him. “Bucky, hold me. Tell me you love me.”

“You know I do.”

“Tell me like you mean it. Please.”

“I love you, Moonbeam,” you could almost pretend that it was Steve again. His hands were so gentle as he caressed your back. You believed him. Not the made up Steve in your head, you believed Bucky.

——

“We promised we would never mention it again,” you almost growl as Bucky corners you in the kitchen. “Steve is in the bed.”

“He’s always in the fucking bed!”

“Lower your voice,” you hold your breath as you listen for any movement from Steve. “He can’t know. He wouldn’t…you know he couldn’t handle it.”

“He hasn’t been handling anything since he’s been home. Why are you doing this to yourself? He needs help, and you can’t give him the help that he needs,” Steve sits up in the bed, hearing you and Bucky causes something to stir in him.

Walking out the bedroom softly, he listens to every word, every inflection. “Moonbeam,” he didn’t call you that. That was Steve’s name for you. “Please, look at me,” don’t you do it. Don’t you dare look at him.

He views the two of you around the corner, relaxing in the shadows when he grits his teeth. You were staring up at Bucky owlishly. A hand on his hip, while his hand cups your cheek. Bucky’s thumb runs over your lips, and Steve wants to vomit. “I would do anything for you. You know that.”

“Then, please, just forget it ever happened,” Steve knew it. He could smell Bucky on you when you came home. You didn’t even look at him as you gathered your clothes for a shower. Didn’t kiss him like you usually did. And when he stood at the bathroom door he watched you scouring your body, trying to remove the remnants of Bucky Barnes. You left your soiled panties on the floor. The essence of Bucky staining them, and he hated both of you. You were both liars, and this was proof.

“I need to see you again.”

“No. No you don’t.”

“He’s never coming back,” it was a lie. He was right there watching your cheating ass. Did Bucky make you do this? Has Bucky been waiting all these years for a chance to ooze his way in? “Moonbeam, you can’t live like this.”

“I can’t lose him,” ahh, the tears. This was all Bucky’s doing. You were just an innocent party. He should have known. “He can never know,” but Steve did know. He was watching it.

“Shh,” Bucky whispers, his hand cupping your mound. “One more time,” Steve hated him, but couldn’t look away. Bucky lifts you up on the counter, rucking up your dress, “On or off?”

“On,” you whimper, letting his slide over your panties. Bucky takes out his cock, giving it a few pumps in his fist, before he sinks into your warmth. Holding there while the two of you listen. “No one knows.”

“Of course not,” he whispers into your ear, drawing himself out of you before he pushes back in. Bucky moves quickly rutting into you while you bite on your lip trying not to make a sound. It didn’t matter, Steve was watching in real time the debauchery. He knew you were a dirty little whore, but you were supposed to be his dirty little whore. Instead you were letting Bucky fuck you, and in Steve’s house.

He had you growing weak, wrapping your legs around his waist. You were disgusting. That was his pussy, and one day he would show the both of you just who you belonged to. He didn’t care how long it took. He could play the long game. Could bide his time until it was right.

Your body leans back a little bit further, and a mewl slips out. But Bucky didn’t care anymore. He was so close. So close he could almost taste your pleasure on his tongue. He was pounding into you, and Steve didn’t know just how much your body could actually take. If he wasn’t so pissed off, he would find this to be hauntingly beautiful.

Bucky starts pulling out of you, ready to pump his spend on your stomach, but you push him back in. “Don’t you dare stop,” Bucky whines out your name, “I want to feel you,” one more drive into you, and he and you both come so hard that you’re left speechless. “No one knows.”

But Steve knew.

——

It was now or never. You couldn’t live this double life. Not anymore. There was nothing to pretend anymore. Your infidelity was as clear as those two pink lines on a stick that just now determined your future. You couldn’t stay with Steve anymore. You and your baby didn’t deserve it. Couldn’t stay with Bucky knowing he would never leave Steve. You had but one choice, and that was to leave the both of them forever. Go back home, and begin your new life.

Bucky would make an excellent father with someone that wasn’t you. It was so wrong, and you knew it, but your hands were tied. You didn’t know what else to do. You didn’t even want Bucky to be there when you told Steve goodbye. You couldn’t look in those silvery blue eyes and tell him a lie, so you said nothing.

You would do nothing. You would be a single mother, and you were okay with that. Okay with kissing this life goodbye. You and your child deserve better. You just hoped that one day they both would understand. But deep down you know they never would.

“Goodbye, Steve,” you say softly, turning your key in the ignition. “Bye, Bucky, thank you,” they never would hear those words. A single tear falls down your face as you pull out onto the road. “It’s time for us to go backwards, baby Barnes…uh, you’re going to be getting my last name. I’m sorry to say your daddy will never know you. But Bucky knew the risks.”

Bucky certainly knew the risks now. Tied up in a chair while Steve slaps him hard across the face, “I will bring her back. And you will be the one listening to me give her pleasure. Just wait and see, traitor.”

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