Ready to Comply ♡--- BDSM Bucky Barnes

Man

Warning!! Chapter may contain consensual but rough sexual play, sexual submission, oral sex and extreme BDSM, sexual and physical violence.

Chapter contains elements of toxic relationships so trigger warning for that.

Please do not read if you have a problem with anything above.

--- Chase's Point of View ---

I wasn't sure what woke me up so abruptly, but when I did I didn't sit up but my eyes opened, it was still dark and I looked around the room, remembering that I was in Wakanda and that I was safe.

It was then that I noticed the bed was empty, scanning the room I looked over to where the cribs were even in the dim light I saw that Bucky was standing there.

With him out of the bed I felt like things were colder than they should have been, I was watching him walk around the room, after a while I saw that he was holding something – our daughter, and under his breathing I heard his voice - he was singing softly to her, I had never heard him sing, he had a very soft tenner voice.

She had been a bit fussy lately and I figured that she had woken him up in the middle of the night and he was taking care of her, I watched him for a long while, after what felt like a long time, I saw him put our daughter back to bed, he turned and saw me looking at him.

He looked very shy, he walked back over to the bed and I opened the covers for him to get in, I saw his bionic arm and ran my hand up and down the

"Can you take it off, it looks sore for some reason."

He gave me a smile and he pressed some areas on it and it came off, he put it down on the bed side table, reaching out I rubbed my hand up and down where his arm had been, he responded to my touch.

"Does this cause you much pain?"

"Sometimes I have been under a lot of stress and have neglected most thinks.

I had realized that he was a little bit thinner than he had been before, and he seemed just worn down, like he had been fighting for a while and just now he was able to rest.

Reaching out I started massaging his shoulder and upper back, he hesitated at first but after a while he seemed to get into it and even move more so I could get more of the torn skin around his arm.

He let out a moan and turned over onto this stomach, I straddled his waist and I continued to massage and work his shoulder.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes...god...thank you." He muttered with appreciation. I continued to rub the area for as long as I could after a while he turned around, so I was straddling his waist and he was looking up at me.

Our eyes met and there was a familiar kindness that was between us, I leaned down and our lips met, the kiss was deep.

I burst into tears, sobbing out loud, he leaned up and using his flesh and blood arm he rolled us over onto our sides and pulled me closer to him, I snuggled against him.

He shushed me and I couldn't stop crying, it had hurt, everything was hurting in me.

"I know this is a lot, I know you just gave birth and you haven't had much emotional rest, you need to relax and let me take some control of this situation, trust me."

"It's hard, this whole thing is hard."

"I know baby, I know, please let me be the man in this relationship."

I giggled.

"You really are old school huh?"

He laughed as well.

"Sorry, I'm trying, but you need to try and relax, if not for me – do it for our beautiful children."