Songbird
Summary: When Bucky meets a young single mother with a hole in her life, he can’t help but try and fill it the best way he knows how—with himself.
Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader
Warnings: Stalking, Manipulation, Breeding kink, Forced breeding/Impregnation, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Mating Cycles/Heat
A/N: This is one of my favorites that I’ve written! Who doesn’t think Bucky’s a total DILF? This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk!
I’ve noticed some mobile formatting errors on this fic, but whenever I try to correct them via computer, it doesn’t work 🥴 I’m so sorry, and I really hope it doesn’t affect readability too badly. Please feel free to check it out on A03 in that case!
Bucky was a realist. The likelihood that he was actually going to have a good time was looking slimmer and slimmer with every word that came from Tony’s lips. If I asked Banner, he could probably calculate the percentages for me, he thought sourly, drumming his metal fingertips against the countertop.
“Oh come on! You’ll love it, I promise. Old timey booths, live music—pretty waitresses,” Tony waggled his eyebrows and elbowed him. “Steve even likes it!” At the mention of his friend, Bucky peered around Tony Stark’s head and gesticulating arms to fix Steve with a questioning look. He shrugged.
“It’s a pretty low-key place, Buck.” Bucky scowled. Christ, even Steve was in on it now. ‘Go out and get acclimated, Buck,’ he’d say. ‘World’s different, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad’. Like hell it doesn’t. As if she were reading his thoughts, Natasha piped in from beside Steve.
“Why not come with? Tony’s buying.” She jerked her thumb at him. “Besides… It’s either come out with us tonight, or stay in the building and definitely get a call from Fury. At least if you’re drunk, you can’t answer.”
Now that was persuasive. Fury had been running them ragged; recon in Syria, busting up a Hydra base in Jakarta—Bucky was exhausted. And he almost never took “no” for an answer; something he and Hydra had in common.
“Fine.” He lifted his hands in defeat. “But I’m running up one hell of a bar tab.”