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"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

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You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

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And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Whumpee sighed heavily, knocking her head back against the pillow. She knew it had to be morning, based on when she’d woken up, and she expected a soldier to be in with her food in a matter of minutes.

They hadn’t tried to interrogate her in a few days. Her only interactions had been with the doctors who’d periodically check up on her and scold her for fighting the metal cuffs, and the soldiers who’d bring her food and glare at her in silence as they fed her.

Gods, that humiliation made her feel sick with anger every time. She was a grown woman, she didn’t need another grown person to feed her a ration bar by hand. Was she really such a security risk that they couldn’t remove a single shackle so she could eat? Although her enemies were known for their cruelty and harshness—she wasn’t surprised they didn’t care about preserving any of her dignity.

Although, she was still confused about the fact that they’d bothered to treat her concussion and keep her alive in this facility. She’d expected them to simply fire a shot into her skull when they found her unconscious, but…this was unexpected.

She gave an idle tug at the cuffs around her ankles again, sighing in frustration. They hadn’t even bothered to give her socks.

The door slid open without warning, but Whumpee merely closed her eyes for a moment. Finally, the soldier with food.

“Finally, I was getting hungry,” She started. “I hope it’s not—“

She stopped herself, her words catching when she actually saw the new arrival. This man was new.

He wasn’t masked, like everyone else who had been tending to her. He wasn’t dressed for combat or for medical work, either—he wore the light, sharp uniform of a security officer, the colorful rank badge on his chest indicating a status Whumpee couldn’t be sure of. He hadn’t looked at her, instead looking down at the notepad on his hand and pacing over to the monitor beside her bed. From Whumpee’s point of view, he looked younger than most officers she’d seen—closer to her own age. He had bright, knowing eyes, and a sharp jaw that—

The officer briefly glanced up at Whumpee, his eyebrow raising. She’d been staring.

He spoke softly, dryly. “I’m not here to give you your ration, that’s not for another half hour.”

“…R-right. Well—it’s hard to keep track of time here.”

“I’m sure.” He glanced over at her arms as she twisted them again under the cuffs.

He almost sounded casual, to Whumpee. Less clinical than the doctors had been, like she was expected to know him.

“Your reports say you’ve been fighting your cuffs constantly. You shouldn’t—they’re steel, and it’ll just make the doctors more eager to sedate you.”

She frowned and glared at the box of syringes on the side table. Almost as a challenge, she kicked out against the cuffs holding her ankles.

He held back a chuckle. “Guess I should’ve expected that. You’ve had a few outbursts, too, right?”

She ignored the question. “Why are you here? I haven’t seen you before.”

The officer blinked slowly, processing her own question. His expression was strange, unreadable.

“Your interrogations haven’t been very successful, Whumpee. You’ve had aggressive behavior…you’ve refused to answer any questions.”

“You’ll kill me before you get me to tell you anything.”

He nodded, rolling his eyes. The expression made her want to jump off the bed and smack him—which only manifested in another harsh tug at her arms.

“I told you, that won’t help you…” He muttered, glancing over at the monitor. “Would you say you mostly feel recovered?”

“…I don’t know.”

He nodded again, typing something.

“Are you here to hurt me?” Her voice cracked, much to her own embarrassment.

The officer considered that for a moment. “No, I’m not. I’m here to check on you and assess whether you need more personalized questioning. Whether or not that involves pain is—“

“Up to me, I know. You’re all so predictable.”

He suppressed a smirk, shrugging. “That’s also fair. But it’s true. You had a concussion, right?”

“Mm.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’…” He bent down closer, very suddenly entering her direct line of sight. She felt her face heat up, her body immediately beginning to fidget and shift away.

“Relax, I’m checking your eyes. Hold still.”

“Don’t touch me—don’t fucking—“

He sighed, holding a flashlight a few inches from her face. “I won’t need to touch you if you stay still. I’m sure you can handle that, right?”

She scowled, but did as she was told as he pointed the light into her eyes. He seemed to notice something, nodding to himself as he moved away again. Whumpee watched him slowly, clenching her fists and flexing them. Why was he checking her eyes? Only the doctors did that.

The officer opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by one of the doctors rushing in. He was an older man, distinguishable even with a mask on, and he was immediately pouring over the officer’s notes.

“Officer, it’s a pleasure, but—may I ask why you’re here? Has the prisoner been causing problems for you? She’s been particularly aggressive, caused lots of problems. You have permission to sedate her, it could help her learn her place—“

“No, things are fine,” The officer interrupted. “I’m checking to see when we can move her.”

“Well, if your agency is prepared to take her, we’ll happily allow you to—“

“That’s great. Would you mind leaving for now? I still have some things to report.”

He waited until the doctor shut the door again before speaking. Whumpee noticed immediately—his eyes somehow had become softer, his voice suddenly had a wholly different quality underlying it.

“Listen, I know how this sounds. But I’m not actually with the agency. I’m here to get you out, I think you’re physically fit for it now—“ He hesitated for a moment, glancing between her and the monitor.

Whumpee was staring at him with wide eyes. She was struggling to process what he was saying, her mouth suddenly very dry.

“You’re taking me?”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m gonna get you back to your people.”

“…Why?”

“Because you need help. And I hate these guys as much as you do.” He kept his voice soft when he addressed her directly, his eyebrows coming together. “I need you to trust me, though. I’m not with them. I’m gonna need you to play along when we get outside, okay?”

He unlocked her cuffs, watching as they popped open and freed her limbs. One final plea for his trust.

Whumpee didn’t move for a few moments, but eventually sat up.