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satellitespinner · 15 days ago

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ROOMMATE!ELLIE HCS

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. ✦ ݁ ˖ content warnings : college!au, rich!reader, ellie is a cunt, weeeedd, lesbian drama, kinda enemies to lovers, comphet!reader, this is lowkey crack, fluff, angst, ellie is a bitch, jesse and dina are here (who knew!) cat mention, love island mention lol im so sorry, cheating kinda, nonconsenual recording and posting (not ellie.) SMUT, hickeys, fingering (r!rec) strap sex (r!rec) cum eating (r!rec) recording (by ellie) dirty talk, pet names, short smut sequence, reader has hair. willing to do a part 2!!!!

thank you to my lover @valeisaslut for proofreading and assiting with this <3

As always, comments, critiques, and reblogs are always welcome! talk to me and i’ll talk back! ⋆. ୨୧˚⋆

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roommate!ellie who moves into the luxurious dorms 3 days after you do, with only her backpack and sanity in tow.

roommate!ellie who is already pissed, it's raining in September and she still has to move all her shit in so she can get comfortable before class starts.

she immediately notices what kind of environment she has stumbled into, as there's only two types of people at a school like this: entitled nepo baby rich girls, and hot girl fit jocks who are nine times out of ten majoring in medicine or law.

was she generalizing? yes.

did she care? no.

her eyes immediately shift over to your fancy coffee maker, and the stupid cute rug outside of your bedroom door. she silently thanks god for the fact that she's in a suite, and not cooped up in some tight fit dorm where her roommate is practically forced down her throat at all times.

roommate!ellie is shocked to say the least, when you scurry out of your room to greet her. you looked.. wealthy. hair neatly pushed out of your face, gold bangles complimenting your skin neatly, and a fat wad of gum that squished between your teeth when you spoke.

“Hi!” you greet her sweetly. ellie notices the way your skin crinkles under your eyes when you smile.

roommate!ellie who gives you a small nod and a tight lipped smile, choosing to keep her distance rather than engaging with you.

you decide not to take her nonchalance to heart and direct her to where her room is. maybe she's just quiet!

roommate!ellie who does not leave her room… but you can hear her rock music blasting through the walls and into the late hours of the night.

when you do see her, it's usually a flash and then she's gone, a quick trip to the kitchen when she doesn't expect you to be awake on the couch, or her scurrying off to class or work.

roommate!ellie who gets so fucking annoyed when you bring your friends to the dorm.. like overly annoyed. as soon as you guys enter, she doesn't miss a beat. “Can you guys, like - go obsess over guys in your room?” you then sigh and just lead them to your own room.

her snarky remarks would lead others to expect that you were the worst human on the planet.

one day she overhears you on the phone with the bank, and can't help but mutter, “What? Daddy put a limit on your black card?” and roll her eyes. you just frown and take your conversation to the bedroom.

roommate!ellie feels a little bad, but unfortunately not bad enough to stop. she torments you in little ways, like telling you to fuck off when you ask her to watch love island with you, or giving dina and jesse that look when you get back from class.

you didn't know why your new roommate resented you so much, but it hurt your feelings cause like? you didn't do anything wrong, you were just trying to make friends with her :(

roommate!ellie who knew exactly why she loathed you. she envied you. your perfect wealth, your perfect status, your perfect boyfriend, who she hadn’t even met but could already guess was just as privileged and perfect as you were. but most of all, she envied the way you never had to worry about money or future, things she had to worry about since she gained consciousness. it clearly wasn’t your fault, but the resentment in her chest made it impossible to bond with you.

roommate!ellie who got into this school by a scholarship she worked hard as hell to get. joel wasn't poor, but still didn't have enough to buy her a space on the “rich people” campus. she was determined, to say the least, to prove to herself and others that money wasn’t everything. that she could have a future as bright as everyone else from the ground up, no silver spoon rusting in her mouth.

by this point, roommate!ellie has made it her life’s mission to embarrass you. she teased you like no other, most of her hits directed at your wealth. she even went as far as insulting your intelligence, at which you responded by scoffing and reminding her of the acceptance rate of the school. “I’m here for a reason, Ellie.” you’d say.

as the leaves shifted colours and snow coated campus roommate!ellie has only gotten worse, you slowly notice the uptick in her irritability after her work hours go up. you notice jesse and dina less and less as it gets colder, and you can hear ellie crying more often.

at this point you’ve started to grow curious about your mysterious roommate, she was practically an enigma to you.

so… what better to do than to snoop?

roommate!ellie’s room resembled that of a teenage boy, and his alcoholic divorced father at the same time. you tiptoed around, eyes catching on multiple rock posters that you almost recognized.

her room was messy, an accurate depiction of the mind you so desperately wanted to know. you laugh at a few of her items, a bong sitting beside her tv, and a few what look to be empty carts laying beside it. then your eyes shift to her bedside table, a leather journal lay closed beside her lamp. you don't mean to be nosy. but the journal is just sitting there, staring back at you.

you flip to the most recent entry, dated to be two nights ago

“Nothing is working, a ticket back home is almost 2 thousand dollars. i dont want to stay here for christmas.”

you move a hand to your mouth, a weird sort of sadness washes over your body. youre empathetic to her situation. youre about to close the book and exit her room when your eyes graze over a piece of paper folded in the back of the journal. curiosity gets the better of you, you gently unfold the tattered paper, it looks older than the rest of the book.

its a simple pencil drawing, a sketch of you sleeping on the couch, a few Z’s are written above your head in the same scrappy handwriting.

you sigh and retreat back to your room before she arrives home.

roommate!ellie who hears your boyfriend before she sees him.

shes already had a shitty day. she was late to class because of her fucking trucks being too loose, some prick spilt coffee all over her white t shirt, and jesse and dina wouldn’t stop talking about her “crush on her cute roommate.”

and when ellie enters the suite, ready to flop onto the couch and die, she's met with the soft banging of your headboard and your boyfriends rather loud grunts. your soft moans fill the air, causing ellie’s ears to flush red.

she slams her backpack down with a little too much force, paying the fact that her laptop could very much be broken no mind. she practically stomps over to your door, and the moans of your boyfriend's name stop as soon as it collides with her fist.

she hears shuffling through the door, but she doesn't wait for you to chase him out and apologize. instead, she makes her way back into her own bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

roommate!ellie ignores your apologetic texts and the few knocks on her door to wander over to her dresser and roll a joint. she hates it here.

roommate!ellie who only gets worse. she calls you names under her breath when you make her dinner as a peace offering, and ignores you when you ask how her day went. this time however, you just nod. wracking your mind on how ellie must feel.

to her, you’re probably the annoying prissy roommate who doesn’t know when to stop.

you sympathize with her from a distance, the idea of plane tickets slowly creeping up on you.

roommate!ellie doesnt do college parties. she doesnt do recreational drinking and meaningless small talk. but guess who does? dina and jesse, and.. you.

roommate!ellie is already annoyed when jesse and dina arrive, you had invited them to pregame in the kitchen alongside you and your equally as rich friends. ellie was quick to speak for them all, a loud no leaving her mouth. she hears one of your friends whisper something along the lines of ‘Told you.” as they walk back into her room.

roommate!ellie’s friends are quick to judge her based on her hostile behaviour.

“I mean, don't you think you're being a bit too mean..?” jesse asks hesitantly. before bringing the glass bong to his lips.

“Maybe she isn’t as bad as you think?” dina suggests, wrapping her thick locks around a curling iron, her focus is on the mirror but her ears tune in intensively.

roommate!ellie doesn't care, she rants about the most minuscule things as she drives.

the party is loud, full of strangers and she can smell the sweat from outside. she groans as the group enters, immediately met with the sight of you grinding onto your boyfriend, his hands on your waist as you sway your his to the rhythm of the song, his expression is dull, uninterested. as if he didn't have the most beautiful girl dancing on him, ellie shakes the thought and walks over to the counter for a drink.

ellie wasn’t drunk, she was buzzed at the most. she ends up on the back porch with some junior, Cat. she was nice, short black hair cut into a bob, l covered in tattoos, she reminded ellie of her sketchbook.

cat was funny, she knew just what to say and how to say it. but ellie’s mind just wasn't there. she decided to ignore the feeling, and allows cat to drag her inside the house to dance.

cat grinds against her for a while, black mini dress slipping above her thighs. ellie’s hands move up and down her waist. ellie pulls the girl closer, her lip makes home between her teeth as cat moves her lips over her neck.

ellie quickly pulls her into a messy kiss, lips moving against her own loudly. cat stops her movements, pulling ellie closer by the neck. ellie opens her eyes as cat pulls away, her eyes meet your own across the room, she couldn’t really decipher what you were feeling, but she did notice that you were alone. polo wearing boyfriend nowhere to be found, ellie rolls her eyes.

“Do you wanna go upstairs..?” cat whispers, her lips gently brushing over ellie’s ear. now, ellie wasnt one for one time hookups, but cats sultry tone corrupts her. so, she accepts.

cat leads ellie up the stairs, fiddling with a few door knobs, all the bedrooms were already pre occupied with other horny students trying to get laid. cat sighs, and pulls ellie towards the bathroom. “no line?” ellie questions. cat laughs and knocks gently on the door.

when the door opens ellie and cat are greeted with an embarrassed blonde, one of your prissy sorority friends, wiping her mouth as she leads her male counterpart out the door. a face ellie is sure she recognizes. but she can't exactly put her finger on it.

she shakes the thought, and follows cat into the bathroom.

roommate!ellie who notices when your boyfriends nice guy facade starts to falter. she notices when your arguments bleed from your bedroom, to the living room, his loud booming voice overpowering yours. she noticed when he began to let the word bitch slip out during petty disputes. and she especially noticed when you would cry over him in the late hours of the night.

sure, roommate!ellie was an asshole, but she wasn't evil.

“Hey.” she whispered, her pajama clad frame resting against the door frame.

you were quick to wipe your tears, standing up from the edge of your bed. “What do you need, ellie?” you approach, “Here to rub it in my face that im having a hard time?” you scoff, ellie’s eyes widen her words jumping from her mouth.

“No i-” she tries to reason, but to no avail.

“Just mind your own! You have never cared about my feelings before, so just - Fuck off, ellie!” you all but whisper, ellie was never seen you like this. mean, cold. she felt like she deserved it.

roommate!ellie who continues to bring her friends over and stink up the house with weed, and blast rock music late at night. but she does it, respectfully?

now, she texts you in advance, and sometimes even asks you first. It wasn't complete selflessness, but it was baby steps.

roommate!ellie who sits down next to you one day when you're watching tv, some cringe reality show that you had been binging.

it feels.. normal, as if she hadn’t been barking insults at you for the past few months. you two laugh at the contestants, she gives her input on the whole show.

“You remind me of Amayah,” she laughs “sensitive gangster.” you laugh loudly. lightly punching ellie in the arm. you two settle once again, the episode halfway over by now.

”You want food?” you ask, opening your phone up to the doordash app. ellie hesitates for a moment. her face unsure.

“I’ll pay. Remember, daddy’s black card?” you wink at her, already punching in your order. ellie agrees reluctantly, and you type hers in too.

roommate!ellie who begins writing in her journal about you. I mean, she was already writing about you. but that was about how much she hated you.

roommate!ellie who feels like she's been shot when she hears you return from class with your stupid boyfriend in tow.

roommate!ellie who decides to swallow her pride and leave her room when he's over. but when she exits her room she is met with a very familiar face, the guy from the party. your boyfriend is quick to meet her gaze, guilt, fear, and probably regret wash over him. he knows, she knows.

“Ellie! this is my boyfriend!” you introduce him by name, unsure if they’ve ever met before. your smile is wide, arm wrapped around his muscled one. if only you knew.

roommate!ellie who doesnt know how shes gonna tell you. you were just starting to get along and she’s not sure how you're gonna react to her telling you that she thinks your boyfriend is cheating on you. with no proof.

roommate!ellie who decides that it isn’t her place to tell you, she isn’t even fully sure yet. and doesn't want to ruin your progress.

roommate!ellie starts going out with cat, its just.. dates. and sex.

roommate!ellie who just cant stop thinking about you. even when you're together, watching love island in the living room. she thinks about you when shes studying, when she’s been dragged to a party by dina, and even when shes knuckles deep inside of her not-so-girlfriend.

roommate!ellie who makes the totally rational decision to start avoiding you, in order to dissolve her tiny crush.

roommate!ellie who one day decides to buy you a christmas present, shes still coping. it’s a simple gift, a small stuffed animal that reminded her of you the second she saw it.

roommate!ellie who rolls her eyes when she enters the dorm, your friends filling the kitchen space. her eyes immediately shift to the shady blonde from the party. she doesn't greet you instead retreating to her room to pack a bowl. your present in hand.

roommate!ellie immediately calls joel for help, ranting about you, and your boyfriend, and your fucked up friends and how much she wants to kiss you. well she doesnt say that.

roommate!ellie who decides she's going to tell you, you don't deserve to be surrounded by people who disrespect you. besides her.

well it turns out, roommate!ellie didn't have to tell you. because when she checked her snap, there was real footage of you and your boyfriend. posted for everyone to see.

roommate!ellie is the first person to send you the video,

williams: this u?

williams: sent a story.

roommate!ellie hears you scream all the way from her bedroom, she can tell you tried to cover it with a pillow. but she still heard it.

you stomp into her room, silky pajamas leaving little to the imagination. tears stream down your face.

“Did you know about this?!” you yell, your voice wet and cracking.

ellie stands from her bed quickly, eyes wide. “No! Why would I-”

“You’ve been out to get me since we met, Ellie!” you cry, your tone accusatory. ellie is about to respond, but you aren’t done.

“I dunno if you're jealous, or heard some things that aren’t true? But im not this evil bitch you paint me out to be!” your voice gets louder. more tears stream down your face. ellie wants to reach out and rub them away.

”I would never do that! jealous or not I promise you-”

“You’re so full of shit!”

“He was cheating on you!” ellie shouts, her arms rushing to your face, pulling you close. she practically stares into your puffy eyes.

“I saw him a party with that blonde friend of yours, i dont, i wouldn’t”

“Fuck you! and all of my friends are blonde! that doesn’t help!” you slap her hands away, you scoff as you walk out and slam the door.

roommate!ellie isn't sure how to feel. she wants to prove it to you that she had nothing to do with your dickhead boyfriend leaking your sex tape. but she also wanted to ignore you forever for yelling at her.

roommate!ellie who gets in a fight at a party, a party that you had skipped out on. one of your boyfriends friends was badmouthing you, calling you a slut. as if your boyfriend wasn't the one who recorded it and posted it.

ellie got a few good hits in, but the kid obviously kicked her ass. there was only so much she could do against a six foot football player.

roommate!ellie who practically ripped the door off of its hinges as she entered your room after. a black eye covering a good half of her face and a busted lip leaking blood all over your white rug.

“What happened to you?” you question, worry overtaking your features.

“What happened is your stupid boyfriend, I got my ass beat defending you. So wh-” she rants, pointing to her bruised eye socket.

“ex-boyfriend.” you correct.

“Dude!” her eyes widen. you laugh, walking towards her. “Cmon stupid, lets get you fixed up.” you grab her by the arm, leading her into the living room.

roommate!ellie who practically melts when you bring a soaked rag to her lip, rubbing the old blood away.

“Y’know, I’m quite flattered you came to my honour today.” you smirk, ellie nods. you continue to rub the damp fabric against her lip.

“Had to, he was calling you names.” she explains, her eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah, im sure he was.” you roll your eyes, a quiet sigh leaving your lips.

ellie frowns. she doesnt think before reaching out and flicking the small pout on your lips. you look back up at her, confusion visible. ellie’s hand moves to cup your face.

“What do you say we get him back?”

roommate!ellie who is just so grateful for your help.

“mmm, Ellie…” you moan, her lips digging into your neck as she pushes your panties down your legs. her bed is cold, comfortable.

she quickly runs a finger up and down your slit, bringing it up to circle your clit. ellie’s move to are rushed, shes in no mood to tease.

“God, you're so wet.” she slips a single finger in, slipping it in and out sloppily. her lips move from your neck to your lips. the wet, messy, kisses only releasing more arousal from you.

“Wanted this for so long, Baby. Think about you all the time.” she admits. you moan into her, bucking your hips into her hand.

ellie slips another finger in, gently scissoring them into you. you groan at the stretch.

“I know baby.” she reassures, “Gotta stretch you out for my cock.” she mutters, taking a nipple into her mouth.

roommate!ellie’s dick game was lethal. she had you face down ass up, hands on your hips as her large purple strap digs into your hole.

“Ugh mmm! fuck! ellie!” you cry, your filthy moans fill the room. ellie is sure that people from the other dorms can hear you.

ellie’s hands leave your hips, her firm thrusts continue. she reaches over to her nightstand, equipping her phone.

she quickly opens her camera, hitting the record button.

“Yeah, baby, you like that?” she smirks, taking her lip into her mouth as she thrusts into you. you reach back, taking ellie’s hand into your own. your whiny moans filling the microphone.

“Ellie! i love it so much!” you whine, tears starting to form in your eyes. ellie laughs, digging the strap as deep as possible. “Love your dick so much!” you whine, ellie’s ego skyrockets. you had never sounded this good when you were with your boyfriend.

ellie grits her teeth. “So much better than him, Huh?” you whine out a loud yes, her strap digging into you. you moan her name, she mockingly moans yours back, matching your high pitched sounds.

“I’m gonna cum!” you whine, tears finally breaking through, mascara runs down your face. ellie slaps your ass, her thrusts becoming faster, and harder.

“You gonna cum on my dick, Baby? come on baby cum for me.” her seductive tone only making you more turned on, her phone still held above you. you arch your back tightly, your hand squeezing ellie’s free one.

“Fuck! Fuck! mmmcumming!” your voice cracks as ellie digs into you two last times. she carefully moves her camera to zoom into her thick strap coated in your milky cum.

“Holy fuck, look at her.” she groans. she moves two finger to lightly scoop up some of you. she brings her fingers to your mouth, and you welcome them without hesitation. she moans at the sight of you. she gently fucks her fingers into your mouth before pulling them out.

“C’mere.” she beckons, bringing her hand to your hair, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. That's when she cuts the video. she kisses you again. murmuring tiny praises into your skin.

roommate!ellie quickly discards of her strap, opting to clean it later. she lays down beside you, your skin sticking to her own.

roommate!ellie who sends that long video to your punk ass boyfriend and laughs when he replies with “Tf? Fuck you Dyke”

roommate!ellie who holds you until you’ve completely fallen asleep, content etched into your features. your soft breaths cascade through the room.

roommate!ellie is shocked to say the least when you come see her a week later with a mysterious piece of paper in your hand.

FLIGHT TICKET.

Flight:

AAB1234

Boarding Time:

7:30AM.

DESTINATION:

Jackson, Wyoming.

roommate!ellie who doesn't know what to say, she doesn’t know if she should thank you, or berate you. you’re standing there smiling at her, waiting for her to accept the slip of paper.

“How did you - wha-?” she looks around, up at you, back down at the ticket and then back at you.

“Well.. I did some digging, and-” ellie laughs, in disbelief.

“You went through my shit?” she scoffs, her tone coming out way ruder than intended.

“Listen, I-” you ramble, trying hard to explain yourself. ellie doesnt let you.

“What the fuck?” she looks up at you again, fidgeting with the paper in hand.

“I was only trying to help, Ellie. Think of it as like, a thank you?” you reason. you didn't expect her to react this way.

“Right.” she laughs, slamming the paper onto the counter. the loud slam making you flinch. “wha-” you stammer, “i dont want your fucking help.” she grumbles. waltzing into her room and slamming the door.

Back to square one.

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madamechrissy · 1 month ago

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PS5 remote Sukuna ruins your twitch career!

pairings - PS5 Remote Sukuna x gamer reader (YEP)

contents/warnings- You're a pro streamer, and your remote has broken! You dig up your old favorite remote, but it just SUCKS! - You're so mad you throw it, but that's when a sexy ass demon comes out of it! He's NOT HAPPY with being locked in your junk drawer, so he decides to give you a lesson in the form of backshots!!! Explicit sex/oral (m receiving) sukuna calling you a slut

My contribution to the unholy trifecta @indiewritesxoxo @yenayaps <3

You're trying your best but you keep losing in every match during your APEX stream. It's because your favorite remote is broken and you're stuck using this old crappy one with a joystick that keeps spinning you to the left! This was the first remote you had and shoved in a drawer forever, but you hoped it'd get you through the game.

"I know, I know! I carry you all the time, pick up my banner, shit! Yeah I'm the number one Loba so- and I'm broke!?" You're cursing with your teammates, furious as this stupid red remote keeps fucking yanking every direction.

It's an old, raggedy remote, your cat literally chewed on the toggles so the rubber is falling off. The buttons are sticky - you don't even know what from! You long ago loved this damn thing and called it your lucky remote until you bought a fancy pro one for several hundred dollars.

You even nicknamed it baby girl, and would give it a little kiss as you climbed to the top - the number one player for your main in the country. Usually, streaming made plenty of money, but you had far too many expenses this month (and a really bad Love and Deepspace addiction - oof!) and ol' reliable had to come out.

"Come on baby girl, work with me," you're biting your lip as you sit in your bright pink gamer chair, with your kitten headphones, and people are talking shit in the chat, earning you talking shit right back at them. They're tipping you a fuck ton telling you to buy another, but it's late and you'll have to order online!

You feel the damn remote vibrating against your lap as you wait for them to revive you again, cursing as it shakes your hands, you're not even sure what it's doing now. It keeps vibrating nonstop, flashing different colors over and over, and you're smacking at it, shaking it, but it's like it's possessed!

"Oh fuck this," you pick up the remote and throw it against the wall now, your name isn't crash out queen for no reason! "God, I can't wait to get paid again."

You're turning off the PlayStation now, when a hand -a huge tattooed fucking hand with black nails - grips your wrist. You scream then, looking up to see a huge man with red eyes and pink hair, naked!?!? You can't help but look and see his cock thick and huge even on soft, growing under your gaze.

"What the... who the fuck are you? A stalker?" He chuckles then, towering over you - god this dude must be seven foot tall almost!? His cock is just swinging all heavy, raising up more as his strong hands grip your arms now.

"I'm baby girl or whatever dumb fucking name you call me, insolent brat!" You gasp now, eyeing where your remote was thrown - and it's GONE!

"No way," you're shaking your head, and he smirks at you, before picking you up like you're some doll. "Hey!"

"How about I fucking throw you, huh?" He tosses you across the fucking room and you land on your bed, it bounces as he's unceremoniously tossed you. "Call you a 'cheap peace of shit' what do you think?"

"I'm sorry, fuck are you some... demon!?" He's chuckling then, the sound far too throaty and inviting, when he yanks off your cat headset, throwing them. "Hey!"

"Tired of your attitude, you're always raging - you're not even that fucking good at playing-" You smack him then, hard, and his ruby eyes glare, but the problem is you've made him hard now.

"I'll fucking exorcise you, demon!" You're shoving at him, when you notice his thick, throbbing cock, wrapped with veins and leaking pre. "Are you horny right now! Where are your clothes??"

"You think remotes fucking have clothing?"

"Go back in there then!"

"I think I'll cum inside you instead," he's yanking your panties down, ripping them in the process. "Had me shoved in your junk drawer next to your broken vibrator? Throw shit out."

"Should've thrown you out - ngh!" Sukuna's shoved two long fingers right in your hole, it gets way too wet, you're trembling, thighs shaking on either side of his hand as you cry out. "What are you doing, you can't fuck... you're a remote!"

"Hah, I was trapped in there, but finally you threw me hard enough you freed me - fuck you're wet," he's moaning now, scissoring his fingers in and out, stretching you too much. "Also, think I didn't notice how you'd set my on your lap when I vibrated? Slut."

"Am not even! You're a stupid... oh fuck, there... remote- no, don't stop!" He's yanked his fingers out then, sucking your drippy cunt off them, his cheeks hollowing.

That's when it hits you -

He's hot.

Your attitude shifts a bit as his cock gets even bigger, red tip leaking pearly drops onto your bed, and your tummy clenches. "Oh, dropped the attitude huh? Ya think I'll let you cum?"

He's shoved your thighs up now, putting his tip along your slit and rubbing, groaning as he feels a wet cunt for the first time in years. He's been sealed away for at least six years in this fucking remote, last time he was shoved in a Nintendo Gamecube! He's not going back in again.

He's determined to make sure he fucks you good enough you never send him back, also, Sukuna always missed you, locked away! He'd only see glimpses of you with new remotes, and that made him very sad. He loved you touching all of his toggles and buttons </3

"Beg for it, brat," he's talking shit even though he honestly wants to tell you you're pretty, but you're shaking your head. "Stubborn huh? Beg for it."

"Put it in! No - no not there!?" Sukuna's pressing against your ass hole instead, tip burning as you panic, he throws his head back and laughs at you.

"Can't take it up the ass? Pathetic mortal."

"Oh shut up - fine, please... what's your name? Baby girl?"

"I'm not baby girl!" He shoves his cock deep then, you're screaming out as your cunt barely takes him, drooling down his cock with each stroke as he presses deeper. He watches your tummy bulge and smirks at the sight. "Look, fucking wrecking your insides"

"You're... ah... so baby girl - your hair is so - pink and - hah!" Sukuna's fucking you hard now, for his pleasure, mean fucking strokes as he leans down, glaring and grabbing your chin, pink hair falling over his brow that you kinda wanna run your fingers through.

"My name is Sukuna, I'm the King - don't you laugh brat - of curses, okay!?" You're gasping in pain when he shoves so deep he hits your cervix now, you're so wet you hear it, the squelching wetness of your cunt, over and over. He shoves up your top, smacking your tits then, grinning as he sees them jiggle.

"Ah! Ow, baby girl!"

"I'm not baby girl!??!" He's done with your insolence! He flips you over then, using your crumpled up skirt as leverage as he starts making mean backshots. "Call me my name, now brat."

"S-Sukuna, fuck..." He's moaning then, shoving your head against your pillows, railing you as your game sits in the lobby, your character making weird NPC moves that somehow match the rhythm of Sukuna's cock.

"Beg me to cum, huh? Pathetic brat, look at you," he's talking shit because he's close, your gummy walls are gripping him too fucking good, he can't take it. He groans and leans over, shoving you in his prone position, biting your ear. "Beg me."

"Lemme cum, please... best remote ever..." He's moaning at that, it's just what he needed! He's reaching a hand around, finding your clit and running in circles, you're gripping your sheets and whining out, head falling back for more of his bites.

"Gonna fill you up s'good, won't even game without my cock inside you, huh?" That sounds great to you actually, you're so close now, whining and nodding when your - remote!? - kisses you, and drinks your moans.

His saliva drips in your mouth as he busts his hot white ropes in your cunt you're cumming with him, milking him for more, when he finally pulls back, he's standing and coming over to your drawer then, as you catch your breath. His cum is dripping out of your pussy, so much.

"What is it?" You manage to as, and he's holding up one of your mini skirts and glaring.

"This will never fit me!? You need to buy me a wardrobe."

"No, I need a new remote! I can't afford clothes too!" He's standing now, walking up to you, dick still on hard and dripping from you.

"You will have me naked all the time so you can game more!?"

"I'm a professional streamer!"

"That's it," Sukuna's shoved his cock in your mouth then, pulling at your hair, you get so fucked out you order him clothes when your direct deposit hits </3 Your pussy hurts too much to game right now anyway.

NOT EVEN SORRY anymore <3

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icewindandboringhorror · 9 months ago

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#photo diary #clouds of course.. always taking pictures of clouds lol. And a beautiful son going outside in his little box lol #he likes to sit in the sun. I don't like to take him out since he runs around trying to eat plants usually. But if I give him a box or some #specific spot to sit in then he'll usually just lay there and not be as antsy. Though still has to be constantly supervised. if I look away #for even a moment he instantly sees a Plant Eating Opportunity. Which he'll PRETEND he's just going to sniff it at first but as soon as #it's close enough to his face he's like 'HA! tricked you.. B I T E !!' =_=#also large strawberry. large dandelion. and heart shaped spinach leaf. All of these photo diary type images are thrown into one large #folder and I thought it was just an interesting occurence that there were three seperate similar looking pictures of me holding things #so why not also put them all next to each other. AND CHEESEHWEELS!!! The first time I've ever seen a large real cheesehweel #in real life... it's like meeting a celebrity... (< context is that i like to use cheesewheel imagery for certain things and in games I #always take screenshots anytime there's a cheesewheel. like I collected the cheesehweels in skyrim and had a basement full of #hundreds of them (not spawned with cheats. genuinely collected). and I name some of my game player characters 'cheesewheel' often (my mii #on the wii is named that. etc. etc.)). so truly exciting times indeed.... oh how I wish I wouldnt get in trouble with grocery store staff #if I were to pick one up off the counter and roll it around (I probably couldn't.. I tried to lift a corner of one and they seemed very #heavy). hrmm #Then also these little purple flowers I found growing wildly and thought they were very cute #And some pastrie type things from a bakery... which weren't that good actually. Only one of them was. but alas..#It was from a family event sort of thing so I didn't pay for them lol. still fancy LOOKing at least. even if not actually Good #Still have just been trying to write.. but I got my updated covid shot so I've been weird feeling and just resting grrrrghhh #Trying to get back to doing a few things.#giant cheesewheel give me strength and power...

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cressidagrey · 2 months ago

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Didn't come up

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Felicity Leong-Piastri (Original Character)

Summary: 5 times another driver/teammate of Oscar found out about Felicity or Bee.

Warnings and Notes: Big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble 😂

Logan Sergeant - 2016 - Formula 4 UAE

Oscar Piastri had just finished reviewing telemetry with his engineer when Logan Sargeant flopped down beside him on a folding chair like he’d been personally wronged by the concept of humidity in Abu Dhabi.

“You guys always this sweaty in Melbourne?” Logan asked, swiping at his forehead with a water bottle and missing.

Oscar smirked. “Not unless you’re karting uphill in January.”

Logan leaned back, rocking the chair onto two legs. “You’re weirdly calm for someone who just overtook half the grid on turn three.”

Oscar shrugged. “Had to. The inside line was open.”

Logan whistled low. “You Aussies are built different.”

There was a beat of silence, filled with the clatter of wheel guns and distant shouting from a team manager on the other side of the paddock.

Then Logan nudged him. “You bringing anyone to the next round? Girlfriend? Family?”

Oscar blinked. “Uh, no, she’s in school.”

Logan perked up. “So you do have a girlfriend.”

Oscar nodded. “Her name’s Felicity.”

“Oh, fancy,” Logan said, smirking.

Oscar just shrugged again, but this time it’s a little more self-conscious. “She’s smarter than anyone I’ve ever met. Like… scary smart.”

Logan laughed. “Dude. You’re literally doing physics problems between sessions.”

“Yeah, and she’s the one who checks them.”

That got a double take.

“Wait, how old is she?”

“Fifteen. Same year as me.”

“And she checks your work?”

Oscar looked at him, deadpan. “She once rewrote my entire MATLAB script for a school project because the code was inefficient.”

“...I don’t even know what a MATLAB is.”

Oscar finally cracked a grin. “Exactly.”

Logan leant back on his palms, looking vaguely awed. “Damn. Is she into racing too?”

Oscar’s face softened. “She watches every livestream. Even the janky ones that lag and buffer every five seconds. Says she likes seeing how I figure things out under pressure.”

“Supportive and a genius?” Logan whistled. “You’re punching, man.”

“I know,” Oscar said without hesitation.

And that’s the thing — he said it without irony, without doubt, like it’s just fact. Like Felicity was a fixture in his life the same way racing is. Like even here, on the other side of the world, in a sport designed to chew you up, she was still his anchor.

Logan watched him for a moment, then grinned. “Alright then, Piastri. Guess I gotta step up. You’re out here with a rocket science girlfriend and a podium finish.”

Oscar shrugged again, but there’s a glint of pride in his eyes. “She’s not into big shows. Just… likes when I try hard.”

Logan nodded slowly. “Sounds like she keeps you grounded.”

“She does,” Oscar said. “She’s the reason I remember to eat lunch most days.”

“Bro,” Logan said, mock serious. “Marry her.”

Oscar didn’t laugh.

He just sips his water, quiet for a beat.

Then: “I might.”

Logan blinks. “You’re fifteen.”

Oscar shrugs. “Still might.”

***

Max Fewtrell - 2018 - Formula Renault Eurocup

Max Fewtrell had exactly three things in his race day ritual:

Complain about the weather, regardless of what it was actually doing.

Eat like he hadn’t seen a carb since Wednesday.

Steal food off anyone who had a better lunch than he did.

So when something absolutely divine — chili, soy, sesame, and maybe the faintest whiff of wok hei — drifted across the Renault Eurocup paddock, Max paused mid-wrap-unfurl, frowned at the damp tortilla in his hands, and began scanning the area like a bloodhound on a mission.

He didn’t have to look far.

Under one of the team canopies, Oscar Piastri was seated like a picture of tranquility. Legs crossed, back straight, Tupperware open on his lap. And, insult to injury, the kid was using actual chopsticks, not a spork like the rest of the peasants.

Max narrowed his eyes. He knew that smell.

“…Is that char kway teow?” he asked, tone already accusatory.

Oscar didn’t look up. Just plucked another glistening noodle from the box like this was a tea ceremony and not a war crime.

“Yes,” he replied, bone dry.

Max was already halfway to him. “Where did you even get that? We’re in France. I’ve had nothing but beige food for a week. A week, Oscar.”

Oscar finally glanced up, entirely serene. “My girlfriend made it. Sent it with me.”

“Wait, you have a girlfriend?”

Oscar nodded. “Felicity. She’s in school back in Britain. Singaporean-Chinese. Makes the best food I’ve ever had.”

Max stood there in silence for a beat, the betrayal setting in.

Oscar, sensing it, took another elegant bite.

Max’s mouth opened. “Does she—”

“No,” Oscar cut in, flat as a carbon fiber board. “I’m not sharing.”

Max stared. “That’s not very sportsmanlike of you.”

Oscar didn’t even blink. “Neither was that last overtake into Turn 4, but here we are.”

Max scowled, reached into his sad lunch wrap, and hurled a bit of limp lettuce at him.

Oscar dodged it with the kind of slow ease that made it worse. “Also,” he added, “she packed chili crisp and garlic oil in the bottom layer. You’d cry.”

“I’m already crying,” Max muttered, slumping into the folding chair next to him. “Mate’s got a literal food goddess and refuses to share. Unbelievable.”

Oscar, not even looking up from his noodles: “Get your own Felicity.”

***

Frederik Vesti - 2020 - Formula 3

Frederik blinked blearily across the team truck as Oscar Piastri walked in looking like the ghost of someone who used to sleep.

His hair was sticking up at odd angles, his hoodie was inside out, and there was a faint stain on his jeans that looked suspiciously like dried milk. He held a coffee cup like it was an IV drip.

“You okay, mate?” Frederik asked cautiously, watching as Oscar shuffled toward the breakfast table and missed the toaster by a good six inches.

Oscar made a sound that might have been “fine” or might have been “fire,” but either way it came out in a low rasp and was not convincing.

“You look like you haven’t slept in a week.”

“Six days,” Oscar muttered, blinking like he was trying to reboot.

Frederik laughed — and then froze.

Oscar didn’t laugh back. He just stood there, buttering toast in slow motion, like a man trying to remember what gravity was.

“…Wait. Are you actually serious?”

Oscar nodded faintly. “She sleeps during the day. But at night she just…screams. And if she’s not screaming, I keep checking to see if she’s breathing.”

“She?”

Oscar blinked again and finally looked at him. “Bee.”

Frederik stared.

Oscar seemed to realize something. “Oh. Right. You didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what, exactly?” Frederik said very slowly, like he was trying to diffuse a bomb.

Oscar sipped his coffee. “That I’m married. Or that I have a baby now. Probably both.”

Frederik dropped his spoon. “YOU’RE WHAT?”

Oscar looked vaguely apologetic. “Yeah. Sorry. It wasn’t exactly a press release moment.”

Frederik gaped. “How do you have a wife? We’ve been teammates all year. You’ve literally never mentioned her.”

Oscar shrugged. “We’ve been married since I was 18. Felicity. She’s private. Doesn’t like attention.”

Frederik opened his mouth. Closed it again. “Okay. Wow. But… a baby? When? How?”

“She was born two weeks ago. Her name’s Bee. Emergency C-section. Heart surgery twenty-three minutes after birth. NICU for a bit. My wife nearly died. They’re home now. I’m… here.”

Frederik stared.

“You’re telling me that over break, you became a dad, your baby had surgery, your wife almost died, and you just—what? Came back to work like it was fine?”

Oscar ran a hand through his hair and yawned so hard it looked painful. “Felicity told me to. Said she wanted something to feel normal again.“

Frederik sat down heavily next to him. “And you’re just here. Like it’s nothing.”

Oscar stared blankly at the table. “It’s not nothing. But if I stop moving, I think I’ll fall apart.”

Frederik nodded slowly. Then slid the entire plate of toast in front of Oscar and said, “Alright. First of all, you’re eating. Second, I’m buying you a real coffee. And third—what the hell do you mean your baby had open heart surgery?”

Oscar’s voice was quiet, but steady. “She has a congenital defect. Total anomalous pulmonary venous return. They caught it late. If they’d waited ten more minutes, she wouldn’t have made it.”

Frederik swallowed. “Jesus.”

Oscar looked down at his hands. “She’s so small. But she’s alive.”

And for the first time that morning, Oscar smiled—just a little. Not smug, not tired. Just real.

Frederik exhaled hard, then clapped a hand on his teammate’s shoulder. “Okay. That’s a lot. But… Bee, huh?”

Oscar nodded. “Yeah.”

“…Short for anything?”

Oscar finally laughed. “Beatrice Nicole. I call her Bumblebee.”

“And your wife? Is she okay? ”

“She’s… alive. Still recovering. Scared the shit out of me.” Oscar’s voice cracked a little, not enough to draw attention unless you were really listening. “Bee’s okay too. She’s so small. Looks like her, though. Stronger than both of us.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward — it was heavy, with the weight of things too big to say.

Finally, Frederik said quietly, “You could’ve told someone.”

Oscar just shook his head. “Didn’t want anyone to look at me different. Didn’t want it to be a thing. I just… wanted to drive. And go home to them.”

Frederik swallowed. “You’re completely mental.”

Oscar let out a soft, tired laugh. “Yeah.”

Another pause.

Frederik: “Do you… have pictures?”

Oscar blinked at him, surprised. Then, slowly, he reached for his phone. “Yeah. I do.”

He opened the gallery and held it out.

Frederik stared at the screen. A baby, impossibly small, swaddled in tubes and wires, and then later — the same baby, wide-eyed and soft-cheeked, curled up against a woman who looked tired but alive. Felicity.

Bee.

“Holy shit,” Frederik said softly. “She’s beautiful.”

Oscar smiled — faint but real. “Yeah. She is.”

Later that night, Frederik found an unopened tin of Danish butter cookies in his suitcase — his mum’s habit. He wrapped it in a tea towel, walked down the hotel hall, and left it outside Oscar’s door.

There was a note on top:

For Bee’s dad. You’re doing great. Also: eat something that isn’t caffeine and stress. – F.

He didn’t expect a reply.

But the next morning, Oscar showed up to the track with a new glint of determination — and crumbs on his race suit.

***

Robert Shwarztman - 2021 - Formula 2

Robert was halfway through complaining about the catering — again — when Oscar, staring down at his phone with the vaguely amused look of someone reading a text that was either romantic or absurd, said casually:

“I’ve gotta head off soon. I’m having dinner with my wife.”

Silence.

Not dramatic silence. Not shocked silence. Just the stunned, mechanical silence of Robert’s brain hitting the brakes so hard it metaphorically flew through the windshield.

“…your what?” Robert said, voice slightly higher than normal.

Oscar glanced up, blinking innocently. “My wife. Felicity. She flew in this morning.”

Robert stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “You’re married.”

“Yeah.”

“Since when?”

Oscar just shrugged. “2019.”

Robert’s brain promptly short-circuited. “You’ve been married for two years and you’re telling me now? After how many plane rides? How many post-race meals? You didn’t think to mention, ‘Hey by the way, I have a wife?’”

Oscar shrugged, annoyingly calm. “Didn’t come up.”

“Didn’t come up,” Robert echoed, scandalized. “You once spent forty-five minutes explaining tire degradation to a hotel receptionist, but telling me you’re married ‘didn’t come up’?”

Oscar made a mild face. “She doesn’t like the attention. We keep it private.”

“And what? One day you’ll just casually mention a kid and expect me not to die on the spot?”

Oscar, very blandly: “I have a daughter too.”

Robert actually choked on his water. “YOU WHAT—”

Oscar patted him on the back like he wasn’t the cause of the sudden respiratory emergency. “Bee. She’s a few months old.”

Robert’s eye twitched. “You’re twenty. You have a wife. A baby. You’re leading the championship. What the hell, are you trying to speedrun adulthood?!”

Oscar shrugged again. “I like being married.”

Robert stood, flailing slightly. “I’m going to dinner alone with my phone and my disappointment. And you’re going to dinner with your secret wife. Which is apparently a normal Tuesday.”

Oscar smiled faintly. “You want to meet her tomorrow? She bakes.”

Robert froze.

“…What kind of bakes?”

Oscar’s smile deepened. “Everything. Banana Bread. Muffins. Cookies. Sometimes Russian tea cakes, too. She made kuih lapis once.”

“…Okay,” Robert muttered, sitting down again like he wasn’t suddenly plotting to steal baked goods from this phantom wife. “But I’m still mad.”

Oscar nodded, texting again. “She says hi, by the way.”

Robert groaned.

***

Arthur Leclerc - 2021 - Prema Racing

Arthur was late.

Not by much — just ten minutes — but enough that René had already scolded him and a camera guy gave him the “we’ve been waiting” look as he jogged into the main corridor. He adjusted his team jacket, made a face at his reflection in the nearest window, and was mid-yawn when he nearly collided with someone in the hallway.

“Oh—sorry—"

Then he stopped.

Because Oscar Piastri — reigning Formula 3 champion, king of emotional neutrality, man who once did an entire sim race in silence — was standing in front of a wall of sponsor boards, holding a baby.

A real, actual baby.

A little girl with soft wispy curls, round cheeks, and a pale pink hoodie with a cartoon duck on the front. She had one hand gripping Oscar’s suit collar and the other stuffed into her mouth, wide eyes peeking curiously over his shoulder.

Arthur blinked. “Uhh… Oscar?”

Oscar looked up like this was entirely normal. “Hey.”

Arthur pointed at the baby. “Is that… Are you… Is that yours?”

The little girl turned her head toward the sound of Arthur’s voice, then immediately buried her face in Oscar’s neck like she’d seen enough. Oscar just patted her back gently and said, “Yeah. This is Bee.”

“Bee,” Arthur echoed, stunned. “You have a secret kid?”

Oscar blinked. “She’s not a secret. I just don’t usually bring her to work.”

“Right,” Arthur said faintly. “Of course. Naturally. And the mother?”

“My wife,” Oscar said casually. “Felicity. She’s finishing her finals this week. We couldn’t find a sitter. Bee’s very well-behaved, don’t worry.”

Arthur blinked so hard he lost a second of vision. “Your wife. You have a wife and a child. At twenty.”

Oscar glanced down at Bee, who had gone back to watching Arthur like he was a strange bird. She was perfectly quiet. Just blinking with wide dark eyes, cuddled into her father’s chest like she’d been born there.

Arthur lowered his voice. “She’s… really cute.”

Oscar’s whole face softened. “Yeah. She’s the best.”

Bee made a little hum and patted Oscar’s jaw with one tiny hand. Then Bee let out a soft, babbly coo, and Arthur’s heart actually melted.

Like. Melted.

He wasn’t even a baby person, but this one? This tiny, polite, shy creature who clung to Oscar like a koala and looked like she might cry if anyone but her dad so much as waved? She was precious. Immaculate. Possibly the best-behaved human he’d ever seen.

“Can I say hi?” Arthur asked, voice softening instinctively.

Oscar glanced at Bee. “Bee, you wanna say hi?”

Bee peeked at Arthur again from the safety of Oscar’s shoulder. Considered him. Then blinked, solemn, and shook her head no.

Arthur laughed. “Okay, that’s fair.”

“She’s just shy,” Oscar said. “She’s been great all day. Napped during media briefings. Didn’t touch anything. I think she thinks she’s undercover.”

“Mate,” Arthur said, stunned, “if I ever brought a baby into this building, she’d be on the pit wall with a wrench in her mouth in five minutes.”

Oscar just smiled faintly, brushing a hand over Bee’s curls. “She’s used to being around cars. I think the engine noises soothe her.”

Arthur had so many questions. So many.

But instead, he stayed a respectful distance away, and said, “Hi Bee. I’m Arthur. I drive too.”

Bee blinked at him. Then, very quietly, said, “Papa drives fast.”

Arthur’s jaw dropped. “She talks?”

Oscar nodded, utterly casual. “She’s started picking up words. Mostly about food and racing. Priorities.”

Arthur put a hand to his chest. “I’m gonna cry. Why is your kid so perfect?”

Oscar just bounced Bee gently in his arms and said, “Because she’s her mother’s daughter.”

Bee gave a soft coo, and when Oscar shifted her gently into a little carrier wrap on his chest, she snuggled in like this was her natural state of being: attached to Papa and silently judging anyone else in the room.

Arthur just shook his head and muttered, “I’m still not over this. You’re not allowed to be this good at racing and parenting. It’s unfair.”

Oscar looked down at his daughter, kissed the top of her head, and said simply, “She’s the only trophy that matters.”

And Arthur, who had come to media day ready to talk about tyre degradation, now had to pretend he wasn’t this close to tearing up in front of the marketing team.

***

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woniesss · 2 months ago

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ON YOUR OWN - jake had been craving you for years, and recently his head has been filling with pictures of you...on his bed...on the beach...maybe he could just do it on his own...while looking at you!

CONTAINS - nonidol!jake x female reader - GENRE - friends to lovers

MDNI - SMUT : swearing, unprotected sex (p in v), fingering, lots of kissing, pet names (baby, jakey), slight overstimulation, creampie, masturbation (m. receiving), does this count as slight public?? i mean they all be hearing this, dirty talk, titty play. i believe that is it, if i've missed anything please let me know!!

is this too long for a first fic?? i got a bit dedicated

a/n : hii!! this is my first time ever writing content on tumblr and on enhypen so if it's terrible please ignore itt! any feedback would be so great and i should hopefully be doing an introduction on my page soon so feel free to ask me any questions and i'll try to respond to them!

jake could not stop watching you. how dare you talk to jay over him? maybe he shouldn't have offered to bring you to meet his new college friends, because you'd spent the entire time talking to them, talking to him. what made jay so special? was it the fact he played guitar? jake would learn it for you. was it his casual but fancy clothes? jake would wear whatever you told him to.

the longer jake stared the more his frustration grew, the way your smile reached your eyes at jay's awfully cringe jokes made him clutch the glass in his hand harder. his head tilted back to rest on the sofa, his soft lips forming a pout as your attention shifts from jay to sunghoon, who had now sat on the other side of you.

but you weren't stupid, anyone could feel the heat from jake's gaze. and even though you thought you'd be strong enough to resist after years of being close friends, you couldn't stop yourself from turning towards the flame. his soft pout and puppy-dog eyes caused you to melt slightly, getting lost in him rather than the conversation sunghoon was attempting to have between you, him and jay. that was until jay stood up and started to walk towards the hallway.

"get ready, everyone else is already at the beach so we should head off soon."

you furrowed your eyebrows as you'd completely forgotten about the trip to the beach you had all planned out for when you got there. sunghoon shot up to go and get ready, your eyes following him before you felt the sofa dip again beside you.

arms curl around your waist as a head lays in the crook of your neck, snuggling slightly as you feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. it felt so normal, jake's nose nuzzling into the dip of your neck and collarbone, even more normal when your hand came up to thread through his hair. you guys had always been this close, barely ever separated at school, you had even planned to go to the same college next year, not only offering exactly what you wanted to do, but jake was there too. you guys would ignore the teasing, because at least you were comfortable with each other. as friends.

"should we go and get ready?"

you felt jake shake his head on your shoulder, "so tired, aren't you just so tired, don't you just want to come and lay down with me?"

you couldn't help but laugh at jake's attempt to get you to stay rather than going with the group to the beach.

"come on jakey, let's go get ready and we can spend the whole time laying down at the beach. you know i won't swim without you anyway."

he lifts his head from your shoulder, his face turning from a pout to a small smile, the one where he's simply just happy. the one he only ever gives to you. then he stands up, taking your hand and dragging you to his room, where your suitcase is. jake never bothered to make his room look appealing whenever you used to go to his house, so he definitely wasn't starting now. you smile at all the things in his room that make it his. and what you wish was yours too.

"you want me to head out while you change?"

you quickly shake your head as you unzip your suitcase, taking out the first two piece you could find along with a skirt to quickly throw on top.

"i'll just change in the bathroom, won't take long."

heading into the bathroom, you look back just as you go to close the door, catching a glimpse of jake taking his shirt off to swap to the tank top he'd laid on his bed. it wasn't like you hadn't seen jake shirtless before, but his back was just so wide and toned. the movement of his shoulders highlighted in the sunlight beaming into his bedroom. his changing physique from a scrawny teenage boy to muscles never failed to shock you, or draw you in. you feel your face flush as you finally shut the bathroom door, looking in the mirror at your now red face.

you couldn't understand why everything was feeling different with jake recently. you'd always denied having a crush on him at every opportunity you could get, but would liking him really be that bad? other than the intense fear of losing your closest friend, what did you have to lose?

changing as quickly as you could, you bring your clothes out of the bathroom and back into jake's room with you, throwing them onto your suitcase before sitting on the corner of jake's bed. your arms are thrown behind you, leaning back as you wait for jake to finish packing his bag next to you.

he turns to you, a light smile on his face as his eyes flicker around your face before slipping down quickly to look at your outfit. a skirt that wasn't long enough to hide your thighs from his gaze, bikini top hugging you perfectly, hair moved away from your shoulders showing him all of your chest. you being perched back, barely clothed on his bed...

jake's mind wandered no matter how hard he tried to stop it. all he had to do was move a few inches to the left and he'd be hovering over you. one tug at the strap of your bikini and he'd see what he'd been imagining for longer than he'd ever tell you. one pull at your skirt and the bottoms you wore underneath and he'd see something he'd rather drown in than go to the ocean. his teeth pulled sharply at his lip after a sharp inhale, his eyes moving back up to your face as your head tilted.

and his mind wandered again. but more to how much he wanted to kiss the little furrow of confusion away from your brows. how much he wanted to hold your face in his hands. to pull you down onto his bed and cuddle and sleep...and maybe more...damn you looked so good on his bed.

but jake couldn't let his mind go any further, standing up straight and closing his bag, holding his hand out for you to take so you guys could head off to the beach.

and the car ride wasn't any better.

you and jake were squished into the back as bags were piled onto the other seat, the trunk full with beach stuff. the feeling of your thigh pressed against jake's wasn't new but something about it drove him mad. the perfect press of your soft skin against his was something he couldn't take his eyes off. until he had to, when he felt the tickle of your hair against his shoulder after you rested your head there.

"you feeling tired, huh?"

"a little, maybe i should've taken you up on your offer, your bed was so comfy."

jake couldn't stop himself from pressing a gentle kiss on your hairline, his face flushing from the thoughts he had when you sat on his bed. his hand came over to rest gently on top of your hand, but you'd moved before he could, his hand landing on your thigh. yet neither of you moved away from the soft touch. a small squeeze from jake just to make sure you were comfortable with it, you snuggling impossibly closer to him.

god, jake just couldn't keep his eyes off of you, the way the sun beamed through the windows onto your face highlighting every feature he had memorised, his other hand began to reach up, caressing the side of your face softly before turning your head to face him. was this it?

your own eyes flickered across his face, his thick hair falling onto his forehead in that perfect way, his soft and deep brown eyes rushing all over your face, and his lips plush lips. then his soft grasp on your face turned into something more solid, a light tip to the corner of his lip changing the intention behind his eyes immediately as his eyes stayed on your lips. his beautiful nose brushed against yours, forcing your head to tilt to meet the direction he was moving to.

until the car lurched forward.

jay quickly pulling into the car park and pulling the hand break caused you and jake to awkwardly overlap from the proximity. his hand reached around your waist to pull you back into a sitting position rather than folded over, face moving round to check your face to see if you were ok. both of your faces were shades of the brightest pink, and being this close again did nothing to stop jake from going insane. the yank of his car door being opened by jay was the only thing stopping him from devouring you in the back seat.

while jay and sunghoon sprinted from the car to meet everyone else at the beach (leaving you and jake with all the stuff in the car), you offered to help jake carry the bags and lay out everything on the beach, which he refused. he laid the blanket flat on the sand, using the bags to weigh it down before pulling his tank top off and laying on his back.

his hands came down to push the band of his shorts lower on his hips, his v-line prominent, shadows below it from how defined it was. then, he pulled up the bottom of his shorts up to the tops of this thighs, his strong muscles on display. who in their right mind wouldn't stare? jake then moved his arms up to behind his head, resting back on them as he squinted up at you.

jesus, you were staring at him? he never thought he'd appreciate trying to bulk up as much as he did right now. he could feel his body as your eyes roamed everywhere, from the way his abs moved when he breathed to the way his legs would clench while he shuffled. he tightened his arms by his head, your eyes immediately moving to the flex before meeting his face.

jake's tongue darted out and wet his lips, deciding not to shy away from your gaze as your eyes met.

"come lay down with me...please?"

you remove your skirt, sitting next to him before reaching into his bag and pulling out sunscreen and holding it out for jake to take and help you. after taking the bottle from you hand, jake poured some into his hand before rubbing it into your back. starting softly at the top of your back, slowly moving down and pressing harder as he reached your waist. he pressed his fingers into your waist, making you lurch away from the tickling sensation before he grabbed you and pulled you back into him.

you didn't move away from him, his hands coming to wrap around you and hold you close. he reached over to grab the sunscreen again, before rubbing it in slowly on your arms, and your shoulders. then his hands came up to rub it slowly into your collarbones, his hands gliding down and accidentally catching your bikini, making your breath hitch.

while his hands rested on your stomach, your head leant back on his shoulder, watching the boys play about and push each other in the water. jake's thumb was brushing back and forth over your stomach before accidentally brushing the bottom of your breast. your breath hitched at the soft brush, leaning further into his body as the brushes continued.

jake's thoughts were racing again. what if right here on the beach he just glided his hands up higher, held your tits in his hands and palmed them while his friends were distracted? slipped one hand lower into your bottoms and brought you close. pulled your head to his and kissed you like there was nobody around, not caring if his friends saw him and teased him. the sight of your head moving out of the corner of his eyes stopped his train of thought.

your eyes darted around his face again, before stopping dead on his lips. you couldn't stop yourself from moving your head closer to his, feeling his eyes dart around your face as he bit his lip.

your moment is soon interrupted by the storming footsteps of jake's friends running up from the water to lay down. your heart raced like you've never been hugged by jake before. this was different though. he wasn't just hugging you, he was holding you, touching you and almost kissing you. and you've never wanted him more. the heat coming from his chest warmed you more than the sun did.

it made you nervous to be sleeping in the same bed as him later. the dark thoughts flooding your mind of being in the same bed that he did everything in. surely he hadn't been here long enough to touch himself yet. but the littlest thought of that made your breathing quicken. would he touch you with the same hand he touched himself with, or would he use the other so he could touch himself at the same time. god you just wanted to watch him. would he want that too?

as the sun started to set, you all moved towards the cars to head home. being in the sun all day should've worn you out but you were wide awake and flooded with thoughts of jake. some soft, like how he moved to hold your hand in the car again, but some darker, like how good that hand would feel all over your body.

after getting drinks and snacks, you and jake soon said goodnight to the boys and settled into his room. jake stuck on a random movie as you both laid back and got comfortable. despite your thoughts racing, you eased into sleep.

jake wished he could've fallen asleep that easily with you next to him, but the way the light bed sheets fell over your hips entranced him. the curve of your waist highlighted by the little moonlight coming through his window, hair falling away from your shoulder making the side of your neck show. he felt like a perv.

he reached his hand out to gently brush against your side, the soft murmur you let out causing a little groan to escape him. jake's head came to rest on your shoulder, before bringing his hand that wasn't brushing up and down your side to his groin. he'd never felt himself get this hard this fast before.

he reached into his pants and gripped himself as he moved back to look at you. his other hand now placed firmly on your waist before pushing the bedsheets down further to grip your hips. jake felt so wrong, but he couldn't help dragging his hand across his dick. he'd never been this sensitive, never been this desperate to get off. his movements quickened as the wet sounds of his pre-cum spreading over his dick filled the room.

the sound of you shifting made him pause, watching you move to lay on your front, still facing away from him, with your leg hiked up. the whine jake let out was pathetic as his hand started moving on himself again. his hips started to buck as he turned his face into his pillow to muffle the moans and whimpers he was shamelessly letting out.

struggling with this new position, jake pushed himself up onto his knees, tugging his pants down as his dick sprung up, the air causing him to shiver as his tip painted a little white streak on his abdomen.

he breached his hand behind him before he started pumping himself again. everything felt so new, never gotten this hard and desperate before, and never gotten so close this quickly before. his mouth opened wide, tongue breaching the edge of his mouth as his eyes racked up and down your body.

jake's eyes scrunched up his head was thrown back, letting out a loud moan that he was too far gone to worry about people hearing.

and because of this, he hadn't noticed you waking up and turning to face him. his long neck stretched with his thrown back head, his veiny arms leading down to his massive hand and thick fingers. thick fingers that were gripping his cock so hard his knuckles had turned white. your eyes traced his thighs supporting him before they move back up to his dripping tip. despite his strength, he looked so weak trembling and quivering above you.

it made you clench your thighs together as your slick drenched your panties. you hadn't realised just how hard you had been biting your lip until it started to ache from the pressure.

"j-jakey?"

his head snapped up to meet your gaze, but his rapid hand didn't stop. if anything it got faster.

"i-i'm so sorry baby- i couldn't-", he cut himself off with a moan, his head falling forward as his other hand came up to caress himself under his shirt, showing you a glimpse of his abs, "i'm so close baby just let me finish...please."

his desperation only caused you to become more aroused. where was the confident guy watching you like his final meal? here he was in front of you begging, on the verge of tears just for you to let him cum.

"you wanna cum while looking at me jakey, is that what it is?"

jake rapidly nodding his head, his other hand coming round to grip his balls as his eyes traced over your face before meeting your eyes and not wavering. his moans grew as his hand came up to muffle his cries as he came hard, spurts of hot white came and landed on his sheets next to you as you sat up.

quiet sobs came from jake as he shrunk into himself, "i'm so sorry baby, that was so filthy, i'm sorry..."

"no don't apologise jakey."

your hands came up to hold his face and move it upwards to look at you. jake's face was flushed bright red from the previous exertion and the fresh tears streaming down it. your eyes trailed from his big brown eyes to his bitten lips, unable to stop yourself from leaning in and smashing your lips against his.

the whimper he let out was disgraceful, both his hands now gripping your waist as he pushed you down onto his bed. his lips flush against yours as his hands rushed to tug on your pants.

"c-can i?"

you nodded your head as his hands pushed your pants and underwear down, leaning back to look at you open and exposed to him. a quick fuck was muttered before his arms move up to rush his shirt off, followed by his pants, leaving him completely naked in front of you. you followed, taking your shirt off and leaning back on your elbows as both of your eyes roamed each other's body.

"fuck, you're beautiful."

you grew flushed under his gaze and his admission. you stretched your arm out to him, hand open, and jake's head came down to lay in your hand as you pulled him back to your lips.

his hand glided up from your knees to the inside of your thigh, before his thumb parted your folds and brushed against your clit causing you to let out a soft moan into his mouth.

"jesus you're so wet baby, did you enjoy watching me get off that much?"

"like you can talk, you're the one cumming from watching me sle-"

you cut yourself off with a loud moan as jake moved his thumb away and replaces it with two fingers moving up and down your folds, smirking at himself. his two fingers then moved away from your clit and pressed against your clenching hole. your breathing stops as you jerk your hips into his hand, before his fingers slowly press into your core.

you immediately clench around his thick fingers, a breathy moan escaping from you as your hands come together to hold jake's arm. you tits pressed together, jake practically drooling at the sight before coming down to mouth at your chest. his fingers continued to pump into you while his mouth latches onto one of your nipples, sucking lightly as you whine out. one of your hands came up to grip his hair as his eyes flicked up to meet yours. you wetness began to pour out of you, dripping onto his hands as he began to scissor his fingers inside of you opening you up.

he curled his fingers inside you, brushing against your walls with his broad fingertips. his lips moved from one breast to the other, his other hand coming up to grip the one he just left slicked and sucked. his moved his lips to roam over your chest and collarbones as his fingers still moved rapidly inside of you, sucking and nipping to bruise your skin.

jake's thoughts were racing as your body reacted to him, feeling himself get just as hard as before, maybe even harder at how wet you were and the sounds you were letting out. the hot squelch of your pussy as his fingers filled you caused his hips to buck into nothing, wanting nothing more than to be filling you rather than his fingers but he wanted to make sure you were open enough for him. he didn't want to hurt you. not that his dick was massive, but it was bigger than average and thick, a perfect stretch for your tight pussy that he was currently trying to widen for him.

just as his thumb came up to press against your clit, you whined out at the overstimulation as your eyes roll back from you cumming, clenching tightly around his fingers. but jake doesn't stop.

"jake i- fuck! jake i already came!"

"i know baby but i gotta make sure your nice and open to take me."

jake finally moves away from sucking your tits and chest, leaving behind purpling marks that he'll be even prouder of tomorrow. you gasp as he pulls his fingers out of you, going to close your legs before his hand comes down to hold your thigh tightly.

"don't close 'em baby, you gotta let me in."

using his hand slicked up from your heat, jake pumps himself a few times before leaning down to brush the tip of his cock through your folds. he was so thick, his mushroom tip barging its way through your folds before pressing into your tight hole. the moans you both let out were loud and whiny, neither of you caring about the rest of the dorm hearing you both. jake's jaw dropped, his eyebrows screwing as he pushes himself further into your soaked heat.

your walls pulsed around him, jake felt as though he could feel your heartbeat through you clenching. your hands came round to his hips, gripping them before pushing him backwards slightly, telling him that he could start to move his hips. he brought his hands up, barely touching your thighs with his fingertips before gripping the backs of your knees and pulling out, before pushing himself in again.

the drag of his cock against your plush walls drove you both mad. jake's thrusts began slow, allowing him to feel and see exactly what made you feel good. he already began brushing against that perfect spot inside of you that made your mouth fall open and your eyebrows furrow. soon enough, the slow pace became too little for him, picking up speed and strength behind the glide of his hips.

jake feels his cock throb inside of you, the soaking cushion of your walls sending him into overdrive as he loses his control. you looked so perfect underneath him, tits bouncing and face lost in pleasure.

it was better than anything he could've ever imagined.

no matter what he thought of earlier, from the thoughts of you sat on the corner of his bed, to anything he was thinking at the beach, none of it compared. he had finally gotten his hands on you after years of trying not to pine too obviously with a hard cock in his pants praying you wouldn't notice. or praying that you would. anytime he fucked his hand thinking of you wouldn't beat this, his eyes going fuzzy from your walls fluttering around him.

your hands moved up from his hips to his arms, dragging down them and gripping his hand before he moved it to hold yours next to your head. him now leaning over you caused him to drag your knee up with him, pressing you further into the now creaking bed, and changing the position making him feel even deeper inside of you. his head dipped to rest in your neck, suckling and biting, leaving more marks all over you, before he leaned up to your ear.

"fuck baby- you feel so good, never leaving this pussy, you feel me here?"

jake's hand moved from your leg to your stomach, pressing down to feel his cock moving inside of you.

"fucking you good baby, belong in here, yeah?"

you start nodding your head as the pressure from his hand adds to the pleasure, your hand coming down to lay over his before he grabs it and pushes it where his was laying. the moan you let out was borderline pornographic, knowing he was big enough and pumping you hard enough to feel him in your stomach. his tip continued to hit that spot inside of you that had you panting and your moans getting higher and higher.

threading your fingers through his hair, you bring his head up so you can kiss along his pretty neck and chest, leaving even prettier purple bruises all across him. but before you could continue marking him up, you throw your head back with a loud moan at the feeling of jake's fingers toying with your clit again.

"t-too much jakey, gonna cum!"

"that's what-", he gets cut off by his own loud moan as you clench harder around him, "that's what i'm aiming for baby." he leans down closer to your ear again, "wan' cum with you but if you keep squeezing me like that i'll fucking cum."

jake moves back, sitting on his knees as his thrusts continue, gripping your hips and dragging them on his dick to match his pace. they become sloppier and more desperate, as the moans he was letting out turn into higher pitch whines as he bites his lip. the moon illuminated the droplets of sweat forming at his collarbones dripping down the dips of his abs, your eyes following the trail before watching the way his soaked cock pushes in and out of you.

"fuck jakey, want it so bad!"

his eyes flit up to you despite you still watching the movement of his hips, "you want it baby? come on, give it to me and i'll cream you- fuck- i'll fill you up."

his words finally tip you over the edge, eyes closing and back arching into the air as you let out the loudest moan of the night. you hear a fuck fuck fuck before feeling jake's white hot cum fill you to the brim. his thrusts continue until neither of you can physically handle it anymore, a white ring forming around the base of his cock sticking to you and his pelvis, both of you whimpering from the overstimulation causing him to pull out, his cum seeping out of you but neither of you caring.

jake crashes down on top of you, burying his head into your neck while pressing lighter kisses than the ones he was placing on you a few minutes prior. you feel his lips trace up higher, brushing your jaw before he resting his head on his hand. you turned to face him, now in close proximity to his flushed and wet cheeks from sweat, his lips red raw and bitten, his eyes lazed and dead set on your eyes. his hair covered his forehead, stuck and messy, causing you to bring your head up to push it out of his face, his eyes closing and resting his head in the palm of your hand as your thumb caresses his cheek.

soon, your thumb drifts down to his lips, stroking the soft plush as he opens his eyes, a small smirk taking over his lips, "you want a kiss baby?"

you nod your head as he rests his elbow on the bed, stretching over you and leaning down slowly before pressing his lips against yours. this was much softer than your first kiss, the pressure of lust no longer behind it. jake's hand came up to softly grasp the side of your face, brushing your hair away before holding the side of your neck as his thumb moved gently across your jaw. as he pulled away, his nose stayed against yours, as a bright smile takes over his whole face as a chuckle escapes him.

"what's so funny?"

"can't believe we just did that...and i can't believe we have to face the boys tomorrow after it."

you whack his shoulder as you push him down to lay next to you on the bed, before crossing your leg over his as you cuddle into him.

"not my fault you got hard like a virgin with a girl in his bed for the first time."

jake scoffed before digging his finger into your side making you squirm before wrapping his arms tighter around you, his thumbs stroking your sides.

"can you blame me baby? you just looked so perfect with the moon shining on you and everything...been thinking about it all day."

you look up at him, watching him as he shuts his eyes ready to drift off.

"jake..."

he frowns at being called jake as opposed to the normal name you always gave him, and the one you had been moaning for the last half an hour.

his eyes open and look down at you, "yeah baby?"

"what are we now..."

"well i'd hope you'd be my girlfriend, thought that was a given."

you smack his chest at the mocking tone in his voice, "maybe i won't be, you've not even asked me." your head moves back to lay on his chest rather than staring up at him until you feel his grasp come back and move your head to look back up at him.

"will you please be my girlfriend baby? i'll get back on my knees if i have to."

you blush at his last sentence, images of the past events flushing your mind away from the current situation before getting back on track.

"of course i will jakey."

jake bends down to kiss you once more before tucking your head into the crook of his neck, both of you beginning to doze off with the soft breeze and moonlight basking your bodies.

THE NEXT MORNING

you and jake walk hand in hand down the stairs and into the kitchen to make breakfast, jake in nothing but a pair of sweatpants sitting low on his hips and you in a pair of his shorts and his shirt. jake moves around the kitchen with ease, pulling out random ingredients and sitting them next to where you've sat on the counter.

the sound of footsteps causes you both to freeze midway through your light conversation. sunoo walks through the doorway, rubbing his eyes and face before stopping in his tracks as he sees you two in the kitchen. the dark circles under his eyes prominent as his face stretches into a yawn.

"jesus sunoo, you good? looks like you've had no sleep."

jake asked in all seriousness and concern, like he'd forgotten the whole night. not his fault he had an amazing sleep after.

"i'll let you two decide whether i, or anyone else in this house for that matter, got enough sleep last night."

sunoo's eyes were squinted at the two of you as he pointed accusatory, making both yours and jake's faces flush more red that the apple sunoo grabbed from the side as he started walking out of the kitchen. he was about to leave and turn into the living room before stopping at the doorway and turning around, this time having a cheeky smile on his face.

"congratulations by the way, we were all wondering when it would happen judging by the way you two were eye-fucking each other yesterday but did it have to be on the day? you just made us all have to do jungwon's laundry for the week cause he won the bet."

he muttered the last bit as he walked away, jake turning back to face you with utter shock on his face, "well, can't get much worse than that reaction."

that was until you hear jay's voice boom from the hallway, followed by sunoo's cackle.

"where are they? don't laugh sunoo i'm running on two hours of sleep! you know i struggle getting back to sleep once i wake up!"

yours and jake's eyes widen before jake speaks again, "hide?"

you both start laughing as jay waltzes into the kitchen, shutting you both up as jake grabs you from the counter and sprints round the kitchen island to avoid jay running after the both of you, bolting back to his room as he throws you onto the bed.

jay stops at the door as jake collapses next to you, glaring at you both before saying, "you two are lucky i don't want to step foot in here after last night."

you both cackle before jay walks away after closing the door, turning to each other with the widest smiles stretched over your faces, leaning in to kiss each other slowly, smoothly.

if you made it down here, thank you so much for reading!!

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sinner-as-saint · 11 months ago

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scary? my god, you're divine

Hitman/Mob!Bucky x Reader

Run-through: Your marriage to Bucky Barnes was crucial in stopping the rivalry that had been getting rather violent recently between the two families. You agreed to it. But there was one little problem. Although people knew of Bucky as being a ruthless, fiercely loyal, and feared hitman, no one had ever seen his face. In the rare occasions when he’d been seen out during assignments, it was rumoured that he always wore some sort of mask which covered most of his face. So you ended up marrying a man, and had no idea what he looked like. But surely that wouldn’t be an issue. It’s not like his one touch would get you addicted. Who cared what he looked like? It’s not like you could grow to love someone like him anyway… right?

Themes: arranged marriage, age gap (reader is in her mid twenties, bucky’s in his late thirties), mentions of violence and death, hitman!Bucky, smut, fluff, explicit language, virgin!reader, HEA

Something woke you up in the middle of the night.

And you’d been staring at the dark ceiling above your bed for the past few minutes now. What had woken you up? It could’ve been the strong winds hitting the large Georgian windows. Or perhaps it was the soft ticking of the nearby clock. Or maybe even the weight of all the incessant thoughts running through your head.

Gods, you thought, what a day.

It had started out like any other. Your father was pacing around, worried and barking orders on the phone, trying to find a way to put a stop to this chaos that was quickly forming into a full war between him and his number one rival. Small attacks had turned to frequent drive-bys, threats had turned into taking turns and blowing up each other’s warehouses and clubs. And it would only get worse and worse.

But this morning, as he watched you come downstairs and into the dining room for breakfast, something in his eyes was different. And you could tell what was coming. You had been thinking about this for days. So when he sat you down and discussed how you could do your part in helping to put an end to all of this.

“It’s only a matter of time before he sends his son, his favourite weapon after us all,” Your father sounded defeated. “And none of us would survive him. No one ever does. You know that.”

You nodded, understanding what he meant. “I know.”

The son of your father’s rival, Bucky Barnes, was a name which could make even powerful men like your father tremble in fear. He was like a ghost. No one ever saw him. No one knew what he looked like. Those who had seen him claimed that he always wore a muzzle-like mask to conceal his identity. He was known for being his father’s most prized weapon. They say he never misses, that his aim is and has always been as sure as Eros’ arrows. He was like an evil Cupid.

“The marriage would only be on paper of course, you don’t have to live with him.” Your father explained, seeming desolated, “But you being married to him would make us family, and…” He trailed off, sighing.

But you knew what he meant. Family meant everything in this society. If your family and the rival’s were joined to each other by marriage, all attacks would cease. Because keeping family safe was everyone’s number one priority, even in this line of work.

So this was all up to you now. Your family’s safety, the safety of people who worked with and for your father, all the allies, and friends, and acquaintances. It was a heavy weight to carry.

“I’ll do it.”

Things happened so quickly after that. Phone calls were had, arrangements and deals were made, and by the afternoon, a sheet of paper was brought to you. That’s it. No groom, no fancy shit. Just a piece of paper on which Bucky Barnes had already signed. And with your signature added next to his, you two were now forever husband and wife by law.

It was weird, being married to a man you had never seen before. He was just a name. Granted, a name with immense magnitude in the society, but still just a name. No face to go with it.

By the evening, your things were packed. It was an order by your new husband. He wanted his new bride in his home, and things were so freshly mended that neither you nor your father wanted to argue. So Bucky sent cars and a bunch of his soldiers to escort you to his house. It was not unexpected that he was so absent from all this. Bucky Barnes had a reputation of living in the shadows. He was so rarely seen.

Bucky’s house was not too far from your family home. In fact, the closer you got to your new home, the more you realised that despite everything, you did not mind this as much as you thought you would.

Your husband’s home was this stunning piece of architecture. A lavish Georgian-style mansion. Beige stone, carved details and mouldings around the many windows and main entrance. Dark shingles on the roof, well-manicured lawn, a long driveway giving it a sense of both elegance and exclusivity. The mansion sat on a beautiful, seemingly endless estate. Lush and green. It was a testament to the wealth and the power of its owner.

You were politely led inside the home by one of the many staff members who took care of the house. And the interior was just as breathtaking. Luxurious, with the right amount of vintage accents.

“We did what we could with the limited time we had to prepare a room for you.” The kind lady had said to you. She also mentioned that this room would be entirely yours. Bucky apparently had his own on the other side of the mansion.

You murmured that it was alright, and when she finally showed you to the room they had ready for you, you were pleasantly impressed. The layout, the colour theme, the decor, all of it was to your liking. You even had a personal little balcony which looked over the endless green backyard.

That night you dined alone, which was not a surprise. Everyone knew Bucky Barnes was a busy man, and he was apparently above trivial things like dining with his new wife. But the silence was welcomed. After dinner you found yourself back in your bedroom, and soon in bed with a book.

Well, maybe this was your new life now. Grand mansion with an impressive library. Solo dinners and kind staff members. A giant, dreamy bedroom all for you. Dare you say, it wasn’t too bad.

–

But here you were now, unable to fall back asleep after some mysterious thing woke you up. You sighed, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. You couldn’t even blame your new surroundings for your inability to sleep. Everything here was so quiet, and comfortable. Even this new bed felt like laying on the fluffiest cloud. Perhaps you could read some more–

You froze when you heard it.

Someone breathing. Someone else’s breaths. A soft exhale, but it was enough to make your heart race in panic. It was the middle of the night. And there was someone in this dark room with you.

Slowly, you tried to reach for the lamp on your bedside table to turn it on, but then you heard a voice say, “Don’t.”

A smooth, relaxed, male voice. Sounding like it came from one corner of the room. It could only be one man, couldn’t it?

“Bucky?” You questioned, for some reasons pulling the covers up to your chin as if he was not a man but a ghost.

A pause, then he said, like he was gently teasing you, “Hello, wife. Can’t sleep?”

You blinked a few times to adjust to the darkness better. You strained your eyes until you could see the silhouette of a man in the corner of the room. He was sitting in one of the sofas near the unlit fireplace, quiet, still like a marble statue.

There was almost no light coming into the room. The thick curtains allowed very little moonlight in, and it was hard to see. But you couldn’t ignore that large silhouette now that you’d noticed him. Something near him was shiny, almost metal like, you couldn’t tell what it was.

“Do you always lurk around in the shadows like a ghost?” You asked, wondering where the hell you found the confidence to talk to one of the finest hitmen like this. It’s not like he would shoot you if he didn’t like you. A small voice said. Would he?

A chuckle. Deep, and careless. A boyish sound.

“It’s my house,” He responded in that same gentle but teasing tone, “I lurk wherever I please.”

Well, he did have a point there.

“Well then,” You said in a casual tone, “If you’re done lurking and spying on me, I’d like to go back to bed.”

A soft scoff. Then he said, “I’ve watched you toss and turn for the past half an hour. I’d say you’re having trouble turning your brain off.”

Half an hour?!

“Wouldn’t you?” You retorted, keeping your voice calm and steady. “If you were forced to marry someone who’s so mysterious that no one’s ever seen them before, wouldn’t you have some trouble turning your brain off?”

“Ah.” He got up, and you could tell by the sound of his footsteps that he was approaching the bed, “No one forced you to marry me. A suggestion was made and you agreed to it.”

You replied quickly, “The alternative was watching everyone I love and myself be murdered by you, so semantics.”

Another chuckle as he stopped at the edge of the bed, so close to you. You refused to move. You tilted your head up but could still only see his silhouette. He spoke in that teasing tone again, “They said you were smart, and beautiful. Guess they forgot to mention you were bratty too.”

You frowned. “What?”

Silence. Then he began moving away from your bed and towards the door. “Good night, wife.”

“Good night,” You muttered, slightly annoyed and confused, “Ghost.”

You heard his soft chuckle right as he shut the door behind him and left you all alone again in the dark. You didn’t dare turn the lamp on even after he left.

—

“Is Bucky ever home?”

You asked one of the staff members at breakfast the next morning. The lady smiled at you and answered, “He keeps to himself. We rarely ever know if he’s home or not. He works at odd hours, you see? Besides, our job is to take care of the house. We clean, we make the meals and leave them in the fridge, we get our paychecks each month. Everyone is happy. We don’t pry.”

You nodded, sipping on some tea. “So… are you one of the people who don’t know what he looks like?”

“Oh no. I saw him recently.” She said, smiling.

“How recent?” You asked.

“A couple of months ago. He’s a busy man, he’s rarely ever home.”

Unbelievable.

“Doesn’t it feel like you’re employed by a ghost?”

She smiled again, refilled your cup and said, “Oh, we’re used to Mr. Barnes. Sure, sometimes it feels like the house is way too empty. But look, now you’re here! We get to take proper care of someone for once.”

She was so cheery and kind that you couldn’t help but smile at her words. How on earth did a man that grim manage to have the best staff members in the whole world?

—

The following night, Bucky came to see you again.

You woke up upon hearing the door of your bedroom opening. You sat up again, leaning against the headboard. You didn’t reach for the lamp on your bedside table this time. Instead you said, “Lurking again, I see.”

“Oh yes,” He answered, taking a seat on the same sofa by the dark fireplace. “How was your day, wife?” He asked, as if this was the most normal way to have a conversation.

“Good.” You said, “I spoke with your staff members. They say they barely ever see you at home.”

He sighed, “I barely ever am at home.”

You rolled your eyes even though you knew he couldn’t see it. He was too… intangible. Faceless. There was nothing you knew about him aside from his profession. And not knowing was starting to annoy you.

“Why can’t I see you?” You asked. “I mean it’s not fair. I married you. I’ll eventually see you someday.”

He was silent for a moment. Then asked, “Will you?”

“Well, yes.”

“What for?” There was that teasing tone again. So subtle. But it was there.

Your face burned. “Well… we’re married.” You stated the obvious. “And it won’t be long till our families start asking for, you know, grandbabies.”

“Babies can be made in the dark.” His smooth voice felt like a gentle caress. Like the finest, cool silk sliding over your warm body…

Oh no. You can’t like his voice. Not yet.

“That’s not what I–,” You sighed, “Why are you so against showing your face? Are you ugly?”

He chuckled then. Loudly, if you could see him you’d surely see his shoulders shaking. “You think too much, wife.” He got up again, ready to leave. “Good night.”

You sighed, defeated, and listened to the sounds of him leaving the room. Then almost angrily whispered, “Good night, husband.”

—

“It’s because he’s ugly, isn’t it?” You asked two of the staff members one morning while they set the table for your breakfast. “That’s why he doesn’t show his face?”

The two ladies chuckled to themselves, and one of them said, “No he isn’t.” She sounded confident too.

“Have you seen his face? Like properly?”

They both nodded.

“And? You don’t find it weird that he doesn’t show his face?” You questioned. “He refuses to let me see him. He only comes to talk to me in the dark. Like some messed up Eros.” You whispered the last part to yourself.

One of the ladies said, gently, “Give him time. He’s not… terrible.”

—

“Your staff speaks highly of you.” You said to him when he came to see you that night. Again, sat in that corner like a ghost whose only purpose was to haunt your bedroom specifically.

“Do they?”

“Yes,” You made yourself comfortable, leaning against the headboard like you had the habit of doing. “Do you pay them to sing your praises?”

He chuckled. “Is it that hard to believe that I’m not some sort of monster?”

You sighed. “If not then why can’t I see you?”

“Not yet.” He said.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.” He replied, and by the sounds of it, he stood up. Surely ready to leave. “Now, is there anything you need?”

You tried to see if you could tell where he was standing but the room was too dark. However, it seemed like, judging by the sound of footsteps, that he’d gotten closer to the end of your bed. “There’s nothing to do around the house. The ladies take care of everything. I appreciate the library, but…”

He was quiet, like he was thinking. Then said, “I’ll see to it.”

“I’m assuming you won’t let me go back to work in my family’s companies.” You could tell he wouldn’t.

“No,” He said, as expected. “You’re my wife now. I’m well equipped to provide for you and see to your needs for the rest of our lives. But if you have any hobbies, please, indulge away.”

Something about his calm tone made you confess your little secret, “I like to paint. I’ve always wanted to be an artist.”

You didn’t know why you were telling him all this. Perhaps the dark helped you open up better. Maybe the fact that you didn’t know him made it easier to talk. Like how people tend to prefer texting over calls. Him being so invisible made it so much more effortless.

You continued, “I always wonder what it must be like to have an exhibition of my works.” You chuckled. “I know it sounds vain but… I’ve always wanted to let my mind and soul leak all over canvases, and share it with the world. I think it’s such a brave thing when people do that.”

He was quiet for a few seconds, then spoke in that teasing tone, “Painting, huh?”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t get to make fun of me, ghost.”

He chuckled. “Get some sleep, wife.”

And then he left.

—

The following morning, you woke up to two surprises.

The first one was waiting for you at the breakfast table. You noticed the box on the floor immediately. It was partially opened, and had a note stuck to it.

The note read: ‘Since there’s nothing to do around the house…’ written in a messy handwriting. Surely Bucky’s.

You opened the box and in there, on a folded blanket, was a sleeping, fluffy little puppy. A black lab it seemed. With a pink collar around her neck. You gasped as you gently picked it up and couldn’t resist bringing it up to your face. Puppies always smelt so good.

The little one yawned and let out some cute noises as you held her up to look at her properly. By now the two ladies whom you saw frequently around the house walked up to you and one of them said, “He left something else for you.”

You followed the ladies, new puppy in hand, and they led you to what seemed like a newly built studio. It was in an area of the mansion where you didn’t go very often. And as you walked in, you gasped in surprise for the second time that morning.

It was located on the ground floor. A bright and spacious space. The beige walls felt like a giant blank canvas in itself. The large Georgian windows allowed the perfect amount of light in. And everything in the room was neatly organised. Art supplies, paints, canvases, palettes, easels.

Oh, it was perfect.

The ladies left you to explore on your own, saying something about bringing you breakfast in here. But you were distracted by the bright yellow sticky note on one of the easels. You walked up to it and it read: ‘For your mind and soul to leak all over. Paint me something. I’ll consider it a wedding gift.’

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you read and re-read the note left by your mysterious husband. You whispered to your sleeping puppy, “Maybe our ghost isn’t so bad, huh?”

Hours went by.

The ladies brought you and the puppy your meals, a bed for the pup, snacks for you, all while you were busy letting your creativity flow as much as possible.

The first few canvases were horrible according to you. You hadn’t picked up a paintbrush in so long so it felt like day one all over again. But gradually, over the next few canvases, you could see what your brain was trying to create.

The blank canvas soon turned into flowy shapes. Curves, facial features, hands. Entwining bodies. Two of them. And the colour purple, lots of it. It didn’t make too much sense at first, but the more you worked on it the more you realised what you were painting.

It was your version of ‘The Abduction of Psyche’. How fitting.

By the time you were done and happy with it, your back was aching from sitting on that stool all day. It was almost time for dinner. The sun had set. The puppy was awake so you held her up to show her the canvas and asked, “You think our ghost will like it?”

She let out the tiniest, softest howl.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

You left to shower and have dinner. Then once it was time for bed you asked one of the staff members, “Does Bucky have some kind of an office?”

She replied saying yes he does, and that she could show you where it was. You grabbed the not yet dry canvas and carefully carried it all the way to where Bucky’s office was. The lady again left you all by yourself to explore.

At first you didn’t want to spend too much time in there. It was Bucky’s space after all. But then you thought, if he was comfortable walking into your bedroom at odd times during the night, why shouldn’t you check out his office?

So you did. You left the canvas where it could dry without any problem and where Bucky would see it upon entering the room. Then you began exploring. The room was not what you were expecting for someone like Bucky. You thought it would be less… old school.

He had a vintage looking typewriter on his desk for gods’ sake. Not one he used of course, but it added layers to his character you thought. Dark wooden furniture, comfortable looking chairs, more bookshelves filled with cloth-bound books. It was… cosy.

So cosy in fact that you grabbed a book and made yourself comfortable on one of the chairs. You’d read for an hour or so then head off to bed, you thought.

But soon, you drifted off to sleep. Right there. In Bucky’s office.

You woke up and felt something soft and fluffy moving around on your lap. You opened your eyes and quickly realised you weren’t in bed. The room was dark. With very little light coming in from the outside. There were no curtains in this room, but also it was situated in an area of the mansion where very little moonlight came in.

Before you could panic though, a voice spoke up from not too far away, “You’ve been busy today, I see.”

Ah, Bucky. And fuck. You’d fallen asleep in his office.

You refused to feel embarrassed. So you asked, “Did you like your wedding gift?”

“Yes.” He replied, and gauging by the sound you could tell he was sitting at his desk, in the darkest corner of the room. “I’ll hang it in my office.”

You smiled in the dark, feeling a little proud of yourself. “And where’s my wedding gift?”

“In your lap.”

Fair.

“What should we name her?” You asked, reaching to caress your puppy who let out an adorable grunt. “Hedone? Donnie, for short?”

He let out a chuckle. “You are really leaning into this whole Eros-Psyche thing, huh?”

You shrugged. “Well, I wouldn’t have to if you’d just show me your face. But you keep choosing not to, so deal with it.”

A pause. Then he asked, “You like your new studio?”

That made you sit up straighter. “I love it. Thank you.” Then you added, “My family always thought painting was a waste of time. They said it kept my head in the clouds too much. That it was… pointless.”

He was quick to say, “It’s not. Besides, your hobbies don’t have to make sense to anyone else but yourself. And I’ve seen the other canvases you left in the studio. They’re good.”

You turned to face the dark corner he was in. “You think?”

“Yes,” He said. “We can hold an exhibition if you want. Let me know when you’re ready.”

You let out a surprised chuckle. And when he didn’t laugh you realised he was serious. “Bucky, it's not so easy.” You explained calmly. “There’s so much work that goes into it, there needs to be some cohesion to the art pieces. There’s marketing, there’s research, there’s…” You exhaled, “There’s a lot of work to be done. Art exhibitions aren’t as easy or quick as you think it is.”

He replied, “Leave all that to me. Just let me know when you want to hold one.”

Just like that?

“I… okay.”

You felt warm in a way you’d never felt before. No one had ever taken your interests so seriously before. You’d never even been able to discuss this freely about your hobbies. And here Bucky was, ready to listen and interact with it.

You got up to leave because this was… a lot to process. “Well then. Good night, Bucky.”

A soft scoff. “Think I liked it more when you called me a ghost.”

You smiled as you approached the door, puppy in hand and amazed at how well you were able to navigate in the dark. “Night, ghost.”

He gave you a satisfied hum, then, “Good night, wife.”

—

It was bizarre to admit but you’d gotten used to those conversations in the dark with your husband. Days went by quickly given how engrossed you were with painting. Especially with the thought of a potential exhibition now in the back of your mind. Gods, that would be a dream.

And while your days consisted of painting, playing and training your puppy, exploring more and more of the grounds and your new home, making quick trips to the stores to get more supplies, catching up with your friends who were still trying to grasp the fact that you got married so quickly, getting to know the household staff and the guards better, your night consisted of waiting and fighting your sleep until Bucky came to talk to you.

It was always short conversations. Filled with easy banter and teasing tones, sarcastic comments and you asking each and every night if he was in the mood to show his face. Bucky always said no. And you always sent him off with a ‘good night, ghost’.

You had gotten used to your ghost. As had your puppy. She would bark happily each time Bucky would enter your bedroom door at night. She’d run to him for playtime and cuddles as he sat in his dark corner and spoke with you until you fell asleep.

Bucky would often leave you some kind of a note, for you to read in the morning. At the breakfast table, or in your studio. Sometimes he would leave compliments and comments on your dry canvases. Eventually, you stopped fighting the smiles which formed on your face as you read his notes.

But all of it only made you want to see him more. Not that it would change anything. Bucky had quickly become… a friend, you’d say. A confidant if you will. He had become a habit. Part of your routine.

And then one night, he didn’t come to see you.

You waited. He usually came around midnight. It was well past 2 a.m. and he never came.

At some point you went downstairs, pretending as if you just needed some water. One of the guards caught you trying to peek out into the driveway from the kitchen window.

“Boss is not home yet, ma’am.” He said.

You acted like you didn’t care. But still asked, “He does this often?”

“Sometimes.”

You nodded. You took your drink and with your puppy in your arms you walked back upstairs, passing by the many guards who were on duty inside the house at nighttime.

“It’s alright, he’s probably just busy.” You whispered to the sleeping pup as you made your way up. “Or maybe he’s hurt and tending to his wounds somewhere else.” You felt a gentle pinch in your chest at the thought of Bucky hurt and alone out there. So you forced yourself to think of something else. Something way worse. “Or maybe he’s with someone else.” You scoffed, nuzzling the soft fur of your pup, “This marriage means nothing to him anyway. But that’s alright, we don’t need him. I’ve got you. We’ve got each other. Don’t we?”

Safe to say, you went to bed slightly annoyed that night. And in denial too because you refused to admit that you missed him.

–

There was a note waiting for you in your studio the next morning.

It read: ‘No I did not spend the night with someone else. I’ll explain later. See you tonight, wife.’

Huh. Looks like the guards have really good ears.

Well, whatever. It’s not like you were impatiently waiting for night to come just so you could talk to your ghost of a husband. Right?

Except you were though. So much that you couldn’t paint a decent thing. You were easily giving up on each canvas, and leaving a trail of unfinished work the more time went on.

Eventually you sighed and left the studio. You tried reading but that wasn’t happening either. So you did the only thing you knew would take your mind off things. You asked the ladies to show you where everything was kept in the kitchen and you got to baking.

Which you did until it was time for bed. Your mood was off, and it was all because of a faceless man. And that somehow annoyed you even more.

You grabbed a plate of the mini muffins you’d made earlier and made your way upstairs. Your puppy had just gotten used to the stairs so she happily followed you everywhere you went now.

You proceeded to sit in bed, and eat your muffins angrily and forced yourself to try to sleep.

You woke up sometime later. And you just knew who was in the room with you.

Except he wasn’t in his usual spot.

He was standing by the windows which faced your bed this time, with his back to you. The curtains were pulled, the moonlight came and there was his dark silhouette. And… you frowned as you noticed the shiny metal arm.

“You’re home.” You said.

Bucky turned his head to the side, “I am.” He said.

You took a second or two to admire the side profile. With the moonlight shining all around his silhouette he looked like a fallen angel of sorts. “You didn’t come home last night.”

“I was out working,” He said.

“Maiming and killing?”

“You know me so well.”

“Is that a… metal arm?” You questioned.

“It is.”

“Were you hurt?”

“I was.”

You sighed again. “Is it always going to be bland answers and mystery with you?”

“Get used to it.” He said in that teasing tone.

You got out of bed as quietly as you could. “I think I liked you better without the attitude, when you sat in the corner like a ghost.” You took some steps away from the bed, approaching the giant windows. The room was rather spacious so it would take some more steps to get close to him. If you’d only–

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do.” He warned, but remained in the same spot.

You groaned. “Don’t you think this is getting tiring? I mean, I’m married to a man I’ve never seen before. In fact, no one has ever seen you. Why? What are you hiding?” You added, sounding defeated.

Bucky lowered his head, which only accentuated how broad his shoulders really were. He sighed. “Do you know how much trouble could’ve been avoided if only Psyche trusted Eros?”

You rolled your eyes. “I think she had her reasons. A mysterious, faceless lover who only shows up in the dark and hides in the shadows is bound to raise some doubts. Don’t you think so?”

He chuckled. You blinked and he’d turned around to face you. But despite that, you couldn’t see his face at all. Even though he was inches away.

He was quiet. Observing you with interest. The moonlight allowed him to see all of you, and he just… stared for a moment or two. A shiver ran down your back. An unfamiliar, but pleasant shiver.

Without a word said, Bucky reached out and gently touched the thin strap of your silky night dress resting on your shoulder. His metal finger gliding along your skin and making you gasp at his cold touch.

“What’s this?” He asked in his usual teasing tone. “Trying to tempt me with this excuse of a night dress, wife?”

Fuck. Had his voice dropped lower?

Fuck! He was so close to you. You didn’t even notice that your heart had begun racing. Your breaths had deepened. Shit. Why was this so hot?!

“Are you? Tempted?” You asked with a steady voice, without thinking obviously. You just needed to say something so he wouldn’t notice the way you were basically panting after him like a thirsty dog.

He chuckled. But remained quiet.

So you said, “Thought so.” You sounded smug but you were feeling the complete opposite.

Bucky scoffed in that arrogant way he often did. It was insane how easily you were able to pick up on his mannerism when you hadn’t even known him for that long. “Is that what you think? That I don’t want to sleep with you?”

Oh.

Oh this was bad. Because now your brain was making up hot, steamy scenes in your head. Scenes involving you and your faceless, mysterious husband in the dark. Entwining bodies on soft bed sheets. Fuck, you should paint that. No, what?

“Then why haven’t you?” You found yourself asking.

Okay then, bold as fuck it is. You’d gone past the point of no return now. Guess it was time for this conversation.

Bucky’s fingers remained on your shoulder, tracing the thin strap there. And you couldn’t see it, but you could hear the smirk in his voice when he asked, “You want me to?” His metal hand dropped to your waist and before you could fully process it, he pulled you closer, leaned in to whisper into your ear, “You want my hands all over you, wife?”

You could feel his slight stubble against your skin as he spoke. His lips brushing against your ear, making you gasp and tremble. Your hands found their way to his shoulders. And oh, he was pulling you even closer. Your chest pressing against his. The cool material of his suit felt amazing against your warm skin.

“Look at you,” He cooed into your ear. “Is this what you want? Hmm?” He placed both his hands on your waist, pulling you into him. His lips moved lower, brushing against your neck as he spoke. “You like how rough my hands feel?” He moved his hands up and down your sides. “Do you know how many people I’ve hurt with these hands?” He chuckled when he heard the tiniest moan leave your mouth. “You’re so soft and warm, aren’t you worried what these hands might do to you?”

He nuzzled your neck, hands roaming all over your sides and back and squeezing your butt. You became so pliant under his touch. Tilting your head back to allow him to kiss all over your neck, pressing your chest more and more against his like you couldn’t get enough. The layers of clothing, you wanted them gone.

With a shaky voice you murmured, “I can’t tell if you’re trying to scare me or turn me on.”

He laughed. And it was the best sound you’d ever heard.

“You’re sick in that pretty head, huh?” He teased. “That beautiful brain is filled with filthy, dirty, dark thoughts, isn’t it?” His metal hand reached up and carefully wrapped around your throat.

You gasped as he squeezed just a little bit. Those dirty thoughts he spoke about really started to fill your head.

“Are you just all talk or–,”

He cut you off by dragging you all the way to your bed, still holding you by the throat.

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and he gave you a slight push, ending with you falling onto your bed on your back. You looked up at him, hovering above you, his lower body pressing into yours.

“Do you just run that mouth?,” He asked, supporting himself with one hand while the metal one remained wrapped around your throat, his voice low and menacing but in a way that made your legs part on their own so his hips settled in between them. Your bodies fit together like the most perfect puzzle pieces. “Or do you know how to take it like a brat as well?”

You felt the need to let him know then. “I don’t know,” You said, sounding both breathless and bratty. “I’ve never had to take it.”

He paused for a moment. Then asked in subtle surprise, “What do you mean?” Even his grip around your throat loosened completely.

You squirmed in slight embarrassment but that only caused your hips to grind against his and for a moment there both of you let out a strained moan. Fuck. The tension between the two of you was almost physical now. Even in the dark, even with Bucky being nothing more than just a shadow above you.

“I, uh…” You cleared your throat, still feeling his cold fingers all over your skin, “I’ve never been with anyone before.”

He was quiet. As if thinking. You tried your hardest but you couldn’t see any of his facial features. You knew he had a slight stubble because you’d felt it earlier. But aside from that, you knew nothing. Not even his eye colour.

“You want us to stop?” He asked, shifting his body slightly as if he was ready to pull away if you asked him to.

“No,” You answered way too quickly. Then you got bold again and let your hands find their way back to his shoulders. You pulled him down, closer to you just a little and said, “This is okay.”

His fingers moved up, from your neck to your mouth. “Yeah? You want this, huh?” He mumbled, tracing your mouth with his fingers. You shivered under his touch. “You’ve been a whiny little brat lately, haven’t you, wife? Pouting and all just because I wouldn’t show myself to you.” He whispered, leaning in to just brush his lips against yours. You gasped at the sensation of his soft lips rubbing against yours. Bucky chuckled at your reaction. “Don’t think my staff doesn’t report back to me. I’ve been well aware of all the times you asked the ladies to give you details about me.”

Now that made you squirm in embarrassment. Still you said, sounding a little annoyed at being caught. “Can you blame me?”

“Can’t you just trust me?” He argued.

The danger and authority in his tone had your thighs clenching together to try and alleviate the torturous pain in between your legs. You were almost certain you had never been this turned on and annoyed at the same damn time before. You sighed in frustration. “This isn’t fair.”

“No, it isn’t,” He said, pulling away and began undressing you to your pleasant surprise. “Deal with it.”

Oh fuck.

Fuck… You had to hold back from whimpering each time his hands rubbed against your skin. He took his time in sliding the straps of your night dress down your shoulders, dragging the silky fabric down your body, leaving you more and more naked under him.

You shivered once he left your night dress bunched around your waist carelessly. It wasn’t just because of the slightly cold air. It was because even though you couldn’t see him, you could tell he was staring right at you.

You spoke in a hushed voice, not daring to speak loud in fear that it might break whatever spell you were under. “So you get to see me naked all you want, but I can’t see your face?”

He chuckled. “You want me to leave this room right now? Leave you here all wet and squirming? Or do you want me to take care of it and make you come? Huh?”

That shut you up really quickly.

“I thought so.” He sounded smug again when he said that. “I should spank you for the brat you are. But since it’s your first time… I’ll be nice.”

His hands touched you everywhere, your thighs, your stomach, your sides, your chest, your neck… everywhere. He left you gasping and trembling under him.

“Please.” You caught yourself whispering.

Bucky leaned down, his soft mouth brushing against your cheek as he said, “Please what?”

You squirmed, “Touch me, please.”

He chuckled. You felt his warm breath against your skin as he kissed his way down your naked body. “Look at you,” He murmured, lips brushing against your stomach, “You’re so eager already.”

You heard the faint chuckle which left his mouth the moment he noticed your legs spread apart for him naturally. Your face felt like it was burning but fuck, you were too turned on to even be properly embarrassed. Also, being in complete darkness helped.

Damn. You were really getting intimate with your husband whom you hadn’t even seen yet. And somehow that fact was making you want this even more.

But that mystery stopped being an issue the moment Bucky leaned in and kissed your wet folds, his tongue slowly circling around your throbbing clit and licking down, parting your wet folds with ease.

He poked at your entrance with his tongue and your body felt hotter than before. Back arching off the bed as you let out a soft moan at the foreign feeling. Fuck he felt good. You whimpered as you felt his tongue stroke your most sensitive parts. Your immediate reaction was to pull your hips back from the overwhelmingly good sensation his mouth was causing. And that made him grip your thighs tighter, keeping them pinned to the bed.

“Stop moving.” He ordered and the authority in his voice made you tremble.

You whined as you felt his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you in place and close to his mouth. The metal hand on your warm skin made you shiver and tremble so much that you were thankful for the darkness.

The small amount of moonlight which came in allowed you to only see the silhouette of his broad shoulders, and his head moving slowly, sensually in between your legs. Fuck… somehow the mystery only made it hotter.

Oh you were fucked in the head for real.

And oh, Bucky was a fucking tease. Once he noticed how easily you cried out and moaned for him, he slowed down and began kissing around your clit just to purposely mess with you. He kissed your thighs, purposely avoiding touching where he knew you needed him the most. He kissed down all the way to your core, and gently bit your skin around your inner thighs.

“Bucky, please!” You cried out, hand reaching for his hair. When you managed to grab a fistful of his soft hair, you gave it a gentle tug. “Stop teasing me.”

“You don’t get to give me orders, wife.” He said, sounding all proud and mighty. “I could just walk out of here and leave you like this. Naked and squirming.”

“Please,” You begged again. You could feel your arousal trickling out of you.

A scoff. Then he leaned in again. You whined and whimpered under him, with your legs wrapped around his head. Fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp instinctively as he flicked, and sucked, and teasing your clit as much as he could.

“You’ve been a brat because you wanted your husband’s attention so badly, huh?” He taunted. “Is that what you wanted? Just my attention?” He chuckled. “You’re as calm as a happy kitten now, aren’t you?”

His stubble rubbed against your sensitive skin, and the friction burned a little but it was the kind of pain you kept wanting more of. You wanted more of him.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good,” You murmured, throwing your head back, moaning as he kept teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

“Come for me, wife.” His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud.

You couldn’t even hold on for much longer, and ended up coming undone all over his tongue. Heart racing, legs trembling in his grip as you came. Your moans were soft and incessant.

Fuck… that felt amazing.

You had barely gotten your heart to stop racing, and Bucky was already standing up and in the dark you couldn’t see very well but it did look like he was moving away from the bed.

“You’re leaving?” You asked, unable to stop yourself from sounding a little upset at his departure.

All he said was, “Good night, wife. See you tomorrow.”

You scoffed after he shut the door behind him, leaving you in darkness yet again. “Ghost.”

—

That night ended up being the first of many.

Your days consisted of painting, and finally finding a flow in most of your pieces. Perhaps if you’re able to make a decent collection, you could start thinking about the exhibition seriously, you thought. When you weren’t painting you were either training your rapidly growing puppy, or baking. You’d begun taking your puppy out for walks around the mansion, consequently doing some more exploring of the grounds.

After all that, each night you’d get in bed and wait for Bucky. It became part of your routine. And each night with him was different. He’d spend his time touching you slowly until you were purring for him like a kitten. Kissing you all over your body in the dark. Making you come all over his tongue and fingers. Kissing you until you moaned and pulled him closer just to feel his weight pressing down on you.

But he would always leave after making you come. And you two never actually fucked. Neither would he let you make him come.

On nights when he wouldn’t make it home, you’d worry yourself to sleep. But then each morning you’d find a note from him either in your studio or the breakfast table. He would always say some cheesy shit. And he would always promise to come see you later that night.

On nights when you two didn’t engage in anything sexual, it was still just as fulfilling. Bucky would tell you things about his work, his past, his family. You learnt that he was over a decade older than you, and teased him about being an old man until he pinned you to the bed and tickled you until you couldn’t breathe.

You learnt that he liked to keep to himself and stay as far away from his family as possible. He liked peace and quiet, which would explain his lovely home being here away from most people.

The more you learned about him, the easier it was to grow fond of him. But the more you grew fond of him, the greedier you got. You wanted more. More of his time, his touch, his attention, and most of all, you wanted to see him.

The mystery, while hot as fuck, was killing you.

—

One night, things changed.

Bucky came into your room as usual. He’d gotten bolder lately, he wouldn’t sit in the corner like a ghost anymore, instead he would find his way to your bed and only leave that bed after making you come hard.

Tonight started out the same way.

You felt his hands all over you as he pulled you closer to him under the covers. You giggled as he bit and licked that one sensitive spot on your neck. Your fingers had a habit of finding themselves in his hair. It was insane how easily you’d gotten used to being with him in the dark. How easily you could find his mouth with your own. How easily you’d find your way into his arms.

It was weirdly comforting. His warmth, his voice, his touch.

“Tell me about your day,” He murmured, kissing your neck while his hands grabbed you and caressed you wherever he could reach.

You squealed when you felt his metal fingers wandering dangerously close to your clit. Then said, “It went pretty well. I went out to buy some supplies, made a new friend at the store, I went to see my father but he wasn’t home. I took our dog for a walk, I painted…,” You gasped when his mouth trailed down till he took a nipple into his warm mouth, while he slid two fingers inside you gently. “Oh fuck…” You whined.

He kissed his way up to your mouth again and said, “You sound so good when you moan for me, wife.” His lips brushed against yours.

He was so close. And it was dark. And you wanted so desperately to see him.

He moved his fingers expertly in and out of you. Making sure to brush against your most sensitive spots each time, turning you into a whimpering mess under him. He gave you a gentle kiss, swallowing your moans as he brought you closer to the edge.

You whimpered and whined, then in the moment you just blurted out, “Can I please see you now?”

Bucky stopped. He pulled away from you, making you whimper again as he got up and got out of your bed.

In the dark it took a while for you to figure out where he was, whether he was still nearby or already making his way out the door. But he was here, standing near the bed.

“We talked about this.” He said, sounding grave and disappointed.

“But it’s been so long.” You argued. “I trust you.”

He let out a loud exhale and said, “Then trust me when I say, it’s better this way.”

You let out a sigh. “You can’t keep me in the dark forever, Bucky. Literally!”

“Yes I can. I will.” He said arrogantly. That tone of his bothered you. “It’s better this way.” He repeated, but it sounded a lot like he was trying to convince himself instead of you.

“Oh screw you!” You said with enough bitterness to make a grown man flinch. “If you won’t let me see you then stop coming into my bedroom. I don’t want to see you unless you agree to let go of this weird persona.”

“Fine.”

—

That night was the last time you heard from Bucky.

He didn’t come home the following day. Nor the one after that.

And no one knew where he went.

You could tell something was wrong when you began noticing that the guards were talking in hushed voices whenever you were around. You noticed that the amount of security around the house doubled. That’s when you began to worry.

By the third night, the entire house was filled with this almost tangible tension, worry, and fear. The house staff wouldn’t talk to you as much. The guards were always in and out of the house. The head of security advised you to not wander too far away from the house while you roam the grounds.

You noticed the guards would follow you whenever you left the property. Be it when you left to visit your father at your old house or when you went out to buy supplies.

Then you worried some more. But no one had answers to your questions. Nobody knew where he went. Whether he’s away for an assignment or if he’s simply choosing to be away from home.

You tried your hardest to pretend that you didn’t care. You were still a little angry. After all, why couldn’t you see what he looked like? You’d spend so much time with him in the dark, running your hands all over him, tracing the outline of his facial features, he never had an issue with that. But why couldn’t you see him?

You were angry, but also very much worried by the fourth day. You missed him, you realised. He had become such a habit, such a constant in your days. His sarcastic humour, his gentle hands, his comforting embrace, the way he left you notes in the morning, the way he took your art seriously.

Fuck. You sat up in bed one night, patting ‘his’ side of the bed softly. You missed him. Badly. You felt a pinch inside your chest which you had never felt before. It hurt. You wanted him home. You admitted to yourself with a painful sigh.

“Where are you?” You whispered, looking at the dark corner of your bedroom where he used to sit in silence like a ghost. “It’s okay if you want to stay in the dark forever.” You looked around the dark room which now without him seemed so much bigger and empty, “Just come home.”

—

The next morning, as you half-heartedly approached the kitchen, you overheard something. And quickly realised you shouldn’t have heard it. It was the two ladies talking in hushed tones, the ones who usually served you your meals and often kept you company while you baked.

“...cannot tell her, she’ll be heartbroken.” One of them said gravely.

Sudden panic made your body freeze. You pressed your back against the nearest wall to keep yourself hidden while you processed those cryptic words. No, no, no. Is he hurt? Do they know something you don’t?

The other replied, “But she deserves to know. Even if it’s not confirmed yet. I mean, do you see how she smiles when she reads his notes? Clearly she had grown to care for him. She needs to know.”

The other argued, “I know, but I cannot imagine how hurt she will be when she hears about the rumours that her own father kidnapped her husband due to some past rivalry which was supposedly laid to rest after their wedding.”

“They’ve been looking for him for days now. It’s been too long, he should’ve been found by now.”

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

No. This cannot be happening.

You carefully walked away from the kitchen. Thinking, processing, analysing.

If your father did it, it must’ve been for some shitty, arrogant reason. He probably just wanted to rub it in Bucky’s family’s face that he could still eliminate his biggest threat if he wanted to. To show that he could still get rid of them by holding their most precious weapon hostage. To toy with them by making them wait in anticipation. Your father had done it before. Not with Bucky, but other people. He usually never asked for ransom but he liked having his rivals beg him for mercy.

Shit. He’s had Bucky for days now.

You moved without thinking twice about it. For some reason, your brain knew exactly what to do even though your heart was still bothered by a multitude of emotions. It felt like you were on autopilot.

You rushed into Bucky’s office and grabbed a handgun from his desk drawer, checked if it was loaded. It was. You knew Bucky kept it there for safety, he had told you that one time when you two were in bed together.

You let out a frustrated sigh, then felt movement around your ankles. You looked down at your puppy and gave her a sad smile as you bent down to pet her. “I’m gonna go find daddy, okay? I’ll be home soon.” You left her with a kiss.

You rushed back downstairs and found a group of armed guards in the foyer near the front door. You didn’t have the time to explain it all to them, especially since you were driven by a gut feeling. Instead you asked, “Do you guys have a way of tracking my phone, or my car?”

One of them nodded. The rest frowned in confusion.

You tried to keep your calm as much as you could even though your heart was racing. “Okay, I’m gonna go to my father’s house. Don’t follow me yet, but I need some of you to come find me as soon as I begin driving away from there.”

Surprisingly, they just nodded and let you go.

The whole time you drove to your father’s house, it felt you were constantly having to force yourself to keep calm. After four days of having no idea where he was, and now as all the puzzle pieces fit together, it was hard to remain calm. You just wanted to get to him.

And while you drove, unanswered questions tormented you.

Was he hurt? Where was he being kept? Was he beaten up? Was he even conscious? Would this end badly? How far would your father take this? Would he hurt him?

Before you knew it, you were entering your father’s property. The guards let you in like they always did. You had to take a minute to breathe in your car before stepping out and going inside your old home.

Luckily your father was home.

You walked in and stopped in the middle of the foyer as you saw him making his way down the stairs. He slowed down when he noticed the glare you sent his way. And when he stopped in the middle of the grand staircase, with you still glaring at him, the guards who were scattered around the entrance noticed. You caught the way they silently got closer and closer, slowly reaching for their guns.

Good thing you’d brought your own.

The guards, as well as your father, froze in place the moment you pulled out Bucky’s gun and pointed it at the man responsible for all of this shit. No one made a single sound. No guard moved to even try to disarm you.

You looked at your hand, which was surprisingly steady as it held the gun. And there, on the side of the shiny metal, you spotted Bucky’s initials. Your heart throbbed in a painful way, but you refused to be emotional right now, even though you needed a good cry after having bottled up your feelings for the last few days.

You glared at your father, who was still shocked, and asked in a cold tone you’d never used before, “Where’s my husband?”

Your father frowned. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You repeated, “Where is he?”

Your father scoffed, “You’ll shoot your own father? Is this how I raised you?”

“And you’ll kidnap your own son-in-law? For what? To show that you’re still the shit?” You questioned in a slightly raised voice.

He sighed like he was disappointed, “You don’t know what–,”

You cut him off. “We had a deal, right? That these petty attacks would stop after the wedding? That’s why I got married, isn’t it? Because we’re supposed to keep family safe?”

He was quiet for a moment. Then began talking again, “If I could just get them to–,”

“Enough!” You sounded just as tired of his bullshit as you were. “Whatever plan you have, just stop!” Then it came spilling out of your mouth, “You were supposed to protect me. All of us,” You said, referring to your older siblings, “Instead you married each of us off in exchange for whatever or whoever was going to benefit you more.”

He argued, “If this works, you can come back home. Don’t you want that?”

“No,” You said, and realised you meant it. “This was never home.” You admitted. “He treats me better than my own family ever did. He doesn’t tell me that my art is a waste of time. He doesn’t keep me imprisoned inside his home. He doesn’t choose who I should mingle with and who I shouldn’t. He doesn’t force me to join family businesses because it’ll be good for his image.” You taunted your father. “And he’ll never sell me to the highest bidder.”

Your father made a sound like he was disgusted. “Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with him?”

You remained quiet. I care for him, you wanted to say, deeply. But that would be lying, wouldn’t it? Truth was… you did fall for him. His calm voice. His gentle but playful demeanour. His dark humour. His brilliant mind and sharp tongue, always ready to argue and debate. His gentle touch… you loved him.

“What I do and who I care for is none of your concern anymore.” You concluded, stepping forward and keeping the gun aimed at his face. “Now, where is my husband?”

The smirk on your father’s face was maddening. “You’ll never find him,” He said. “I’ve hidden him well.” He added.

You gave him a smirk as well. One which mirrored his.

“Oh don’t make me do this.” You cooed. “Did you forget all those times you got drunk and confessed all the bad things you did?” You began listing, “All those times you spilled all your little secrets. About our family businesses, about your allies, the lies and betrayal. The bodies that are buried on this very property. The skeletons in your closet.” You gave him a sick, sweet smile. “Imagine if all that information just magically ends up in the ears of your rivals, dad. Imagine the carnage.”

His smirk disappeared. “You would betray me by siding with them?” He asked in disbelief.

You were getting tired of this. So you lowered your gun and said, “I am one of them.”

You walked out without a single glance back at your father, but you could tell he had his jaws clenched in anger. He hated being outsmarted. But his mistake was underestimating you.

And as for Bucky’s location, well your father gave it away when he said ‘I’ve hidden him well.’

There was only one place he believed you knew nothing about since at the time that he told you about it, he was drunk out of his mind as he confessed more of his crimes: the rundown warehouse which he used as a hideout/storage for weapons and arms.

Your father had always referred to Bucky being a ‘weapon’ so it was only fitting that he would think to hide him there. Thinking no one would find him.

But you would.

As you drove to the warehouse, you hoped that the guards were tracking you as you had instructed them to. Because if Bucky was truly there, there was a high chance that there would be some guards, and that Bucky must be injured. And you’d need help getting him out of there.

Driving to the warehouse, you had silent tears streaming down your face. Not just out of sadness, but also frustration. Fuck, what had your life become?

The warehouse was a disaster, you realised as you approached it. Large, crumbling, windows boarded up with rotting wood, broken machinery scattered around the outside. It looked like it had been abandoned for decades. And it was exactly the type of structure no one would bother to look twice at. The perfect place to hide illegal things, and son-in-laws you hate.

There weren’t as many guards as you expected. Which would mean that Bucky was either chained and locked up like an animal, or that he was injured to the point where he was too weak to fight his way out of here.

Or both.

You shivered as you got out of your car. The few guards who were around noticed you and one of them began walking faster towards you the more you got closer to the entrance.

“Miss, you can’t be here. Your father explicitly said no one is allowed–,”

You scoffed and said, “Oh, I know what he said.” You kept walking. “What will you do? Shoot me?”

“Miss,” He tried again, “I can’t let you–,”

You turned towards him and placed the barrel of Bucky’s gun right under the guard’s chin. “You were saying?”

Then you heard it. A fleet of cars approaching. The guards heard it too. You heard them yelling at one another while the one in front of you remained frozen in place. You smirked at him and said, “Now go play with them.”

You had just enough time to duck and run inside before the gunshots began. You didn’t stop. The interior of the warehouse was just as dilapidated as the outside, and by the sound of it, there were quite some guards on the roof. Their heavy footsteps as they ran to duck and try to escape the bullets raining down on them echoed inside the empty warehouse.

It was fairly easy to spot Bucky. But fuck was it painful to see him that way.

He was chained to the wall, shackles around his wrists and ankles. His body slumped on the ground, his breaths ragged. You could tell he was tired. Perhaps tired of fighting against the chains. You couldn’t hold back your soft sob as you ran to him.

They had left his muzzle-like mask on him, covering the lower half of his face. The leather jacket and gloves he wore were covered in blood and dirt. A lot of blood. You knelt down in front of him and that’s when you noticed the bullet wound on his thigh. It looked fresh.

“Bucky?” You called, reaching a hand to touch his face. He was cold to the touch, but stirred at the sound of your voice. “Bucky, come on. Wake up. Please.” You sniffled and inched closer to him, “I’m here, I’m gonna get us out of here, okay?”

He let out a weak cough. You could barely hear it over the sound of the gunshots outside.

“Bucky,” You tried to get the chains and shackles off of him, “Come on, wake up. We need to go home.” Your own voice cracked as you felt the silent tears streaming down your face as you were unable to get the shackles off. “Please,” You begged.

Then as the gunshots outside faded away, you heard Bucky’s faint voice saying, “Use the gun.”

You turned to face him. “What?”

He spoke again, his voice raspier than usual and sounding muffled due to the mask. “Shoot at the chains.”

Your hands trembled just a little as you reached for the gun you had brought. His gun. And you said, “Okay, don’t move.”

You did. And only missed twice.

Breaking the chains left the shackles still around his wrists and ankles but that could be dealt with later. You were panicking, wondering how you’d get him out of here but the guards barged in just in time. And you let out a sigh of relief when they ran straight to Bucky and carefully picked him up.

As a couple of them managed to get Bucky in the backseat of your car, one of them let you know that there was a doctor and his assistants already waiting at home to tend to Bucky. Another one asked you what to do regarding the warehouse.

“Burn it.” You told him. “I’ll deal with my father later, right now we need to get Bucky home.”

On the drive home, Bucky kept trying to talk. But he was so weak he could barely get full sentences out.

“Weren’t you mad at me?” He asked.

You sniffled and said refused to answer that. Instead you said, “Try not to talk. You’ve been shot, we don’t know how much blood you’ve lost,” You rambled. “Let’s get you to the doctor, okay?”

“S’okay,” He mumbled, “It went through.”

That only hurt more. “Bucky please, you need to save energy, okay? We’re almost home.”

“They… shot me with my own gun.” He refused to keep quiet.

At first you thought his brain was being delirious and making him ramble. Because of the pain, exhaustion, thirst, hunger. But then a weak sound left his mouth. Still muffled by the mask because no one removed it, and it sounded a lot like a very weak, faint laugh.

“Eros got pierced by his own arrow after all.” He mumbled.

You held back a sob. Then muttered, “I hate you so much, Bucky Barnes.”

Another weak laugh. “No, you don’t, wife.”

Then he passed out cold.

—

The next few days which followed Bucky’s rescue went by so fast and so painfully. The medical team kept close watch on him for days. Bucky was in and out of consciousness a lot. All the meds and the exhaustion kept him constantly out cold.

The nurses and the house staff were constantly around him. But for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to go into his room. Not yet. You’d linger near the door and the doctors and the staff would constantly update you about his condition, but you never went in.

Mainly it was because of shame. At what your father had done to him. But also you were still making peace with and processing your own emotions and you couldn’t face him until you were fully ready. What was important was that he was rescued and safe in his home.

About a week later, the medical team finally left. And promised they would do frequent check ups and told you that Bucky needed a lot of rest.

And that night, you managed to find the courage to finally step inside Bucky’s bedroom. It was a lot like yours, just larger. The room was dark when you walked in. But the open curtains allowed some light in from the outside.

Okay. You spoke to yourself as you approached Bucky’s bed. It’s high time you find out who you married.

Your hands shook a little as you reached for the dim lamp on his bedside table. But you turned it on quickly before you could talk yourself out of it.

The golden light illuminated the room partly, and there he was. A little bruised, with a cut on his lip. His handsome face made you smile and tear up at the same time. You couldn’t hold back from reaching to touch his face softly, carefully. You ran your knuckles along his cheek and whispered, “There you are, ghost.”

He stirred. And soon, a pair of sparkling blue eyes look up at you. For a moment you panicked, wondering if he would be upset. But instead he said, “This is cheating.”

You let out a soft laugh and asked, “How are you feeling? You’ve been asleep for days.”

“I feel like beating your father up.” He mumbled.

“Oh, same.” You agreed. Then added, “I’m so sorry for what he did to you.”

Over the past few days, the guards had gathered what had truly happened the day Bucky went missing. Turns out, he did leave for an assignment but your father and his men had been keeping a close eye on him for days, and since the wedding was supposed to have ended all rivalry, Bucky had his guard down as he entered your father’s territory. And your father had the upper hand for once and took advantage of it. Bucky was cornered, outnumbered and taken. He was kept in that warehouse up until you found him.

“Don’t be,” Bucky whispered, reaching for your hand on your lap. He gave your hand a soft squeeze and said, “You saved me.”

You couldn’t look away from Bucky. It felt so intimate to finally be able to see his face. Then rather sheepishly, you asked, “Can I sleep here? I’ll be careful.” He was still injured and in pain, but you just wanted to be close to him. You needed to.

He smirked, “Come on.” You walked to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers, keeping some distance between you and him. He turned to look at you and said, “Want me to leave the light on?”

You nodded. And he did.

—

A lot changed after that.

Bucky was healing from his injury and was starting to walk again. Which meant that he was home a lot. He did ‘work’ but it mainly consisted of him ordering people around on the phone.

Him being at home meant that he followed you around as much as he physically could. He would spend time in your studio, sometimes he’d stay for hours and watch you finish your pieces. He also spent a lot more time with your dog, taking her on short walks and teaching her new tricks.

He’d stay with you in the kitchen while you baked. He’d go with you whenever you went shopping for supplies. Bucky became your shadow. And consequently, spending this much together made you feel closer than ever to him.

He became your best friend.

He also became a lot more… bold.

—

One night Bucky found you in his bathroom. After that night when you first slept in his bed, you hadn’t gone back to your bedroom. So now, most of your things slowly found their way into his space. Like your night time skin care products.

Bucky crept up behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

You met his eyes through the mirror and gave him a smile. “Your limp is nearly gone.” You announced, noticing the way he walked was so much better now.

He gave you a look which meant nothing but mischief, “And you know what that means?”

You could already tell where this was going. You immediately turned him down. “Bucky, we cannot. You’re still injured.”

“But it’s been weeks.” He said it like it was the ultimate torture. “Don’t you miss those nights we spent together? Hmm?” He whispered, leaning in to kiss your neck. He knew it was one of your weaknesses. “Remember how good it feels when I make you come?”

You sighed, letting him kiss you and hold you for a moment. “Buck… you’re still healing.”

“Come on, baby,” He cooed, nuzzling your neck, “I’ll make it so good. I promise I’ll tell you if it hurts.”

You almost gave in the moment he playfully bit your neck, his hands finding the belt of your robe and shamelessly undoing it before sliding in to touch your warm skin. “But,” You tried to find something even though all you wanted was to drag him to bed, “Your stitches…” Your words ended in a soft moan as his metal fingers found their way in between your legs, circling around your clit.

Bucky growled. Growled. Then said, “Fine, you get to be on top then.”

You froze, and let out a nervous chuckle. “But I…,” You opened your eyes and met his through the mirror. “I–,”

“Shh, it’s okay.” He reassured you, remembering the time you told him you’d never done anything with anyone before. “I know.” He gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek. “I’ll teach you.”

And he did. Patiently.

He took his time in undressing both of you and held your hand in his as he laid down and pulled you on top of him.

“I’m scared I’ll hurt you.” You murmured.

He gave you a reassuring smile. “You won’t, baby. Now come on.”

He watched as you carefully straddled him, settling comfortably around his waist. One hand holding his metal one tightly while the other remained splayed over his chest.

Bucky looked up at you with nothing but adoration and lust as he tugged on your hand, pulling you in for a kiss. You leaned down gently and pressed your mouth to his. His warm hand immediately rubbed up and down your side lovingly. He pulled away just a little and whispered against your mouth, “We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with, okay?”

You nodded, already breathless.

“Tell me, baby. What do you want?”

You told him the one thing you desperately wanted. “I want to touch you.”

Bucky smirked and supported his upper body up on his elbows, with you still straddling his waist, your core pressing down on his crotch. “Go on then, touch me.” He murmured.

He watched you intently as you reached out and touched his face first. Bucky’s heart was racing, you could tell by the way he breathed, as your finger slowly trailed down his face, along his neck and down till his abs, so slowly that you could feel his muscles tensing underneath your touch.

You gave him a teasing smile when you noticed the effect you have on him, and how he couldn’t help but stare at your naked body.

“Don’t tease me,” He mumbled.

You chuckled and leaned in to give him a brief kiss before hesitantly wrapping your hand around his cock. Part of the reason why you kissed him while doing it was because you were worried about your lack of experience, so you did it to distract him.

But he caught it. And wrapped his own hand around yours, making you grip him tighter. You pulled away from the kiss and looked into his pretty eyes. Bucky was breathing heavily. You let his hand guide you as you gave him an experimental stroke, a gentle up and down movement.

He felt thick and hard, and big. You looked down for a quick minute as you let him continue guiding your hand, lazily stroking his cock, up and down. Your thumb rubbed his tip slowly, making him groan as you looked back up at him and kissed your way down his neck, around the base of his throat, making him gasp in pleasure.

“See?” He whispered, “You’re learning already.” He said as he slowly let go of your hand and let you touch him on your own.

You continued exploring this new feeling. He was completely fine with just being there and letting you take your time. And you did take your time, touching him everywhere you could, stroking him as slowly or as quickly as you wanted to. Until he was so close to the edge, eyes rolled to the back of his head, lips parted and occasional moans escaping his open mouth as pre cum started dripping down his cock.

Oh he was a sight to behold. But you were getting impatient, and you wanted him in you as soon as possible. So you stopped, earning a groan from him.

“I want you,” You said.

Bucky looked like he was barely able to hold back either. “Come on,” He held your hand again, pulled you in for a quick kiss as you straddled him properly. His hand reached down and aligned the tip of his cock to your hole, teasing you with it by sliding it up and down your slit a few times until you were whimpering. “Now sit on it baby come on,” He encouraged you as you began sinking down on him, gasping as his cock stretched you out. “You can do it.” He murmured, breathless as he watched his cock disappear inside you more and more. “That's it. All the way down, come on baby.”

You were a moaning mess by the time you sunk all the way down, impaling yourself down on his cock. Fuck. You had never felt so full before. So fucking full.

“You okay, baby?” He asked, holding you by your hips, moving you back and forth just a little bit to create some friction.

You nodded, moaning at the slight movement.

“Want me to help you move?” He asked, lips parted and he had that wild look in his eyes.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

“Yes, please,” You whined, placing your hands on his chest to brace yourself for what was coming.

He wasted no time. Bucky grabbed you by the hips and helped you move up and down his cock. Your wet warmth wrapped all around him, making him swear under his breath and groan at how good you felt.

You couldn’t look away from his ocean blue eyes while you rocked your hips against his. You moved against him perfectly, your walls gripping him tightly and feeling him twitch inside you.

“Look at you.” He cooed. “Look how well you're taking it.”

You couldn’t help but lean in to kiss his open mouth. He was so perfect. He was everything you had ever dreamt of, you realised.

His metal fingers moved to touch your clit while you rode his cock, teasing you and bringing you closer to that edge. It wouldn’t take much. You were so overwhelmed already.

“Bucky…” You whined, dragging your hands down and pressing both your palms against his toned abdomen, carefully avoiding touching him around his thigh area, where he was shot.

Bucky watched you, your breasts bouncing gently, lips parted, softly gasping as you got so, so close to the edge.

And he knew. So he quickened his pace, still moving you up and down his cock while he rubbed your throbbing clit.

“Baby, I’m gonna need you to come for me, okay?” His voice was low, barely even a whisper. His desperation was quite clear. He began to thrust his hips up even harder, matching your movements.

The air around you got hotter, and that look in his eyes made you want to live in this moment forever. Bucky was the most beautiful mess you’d ever seen. A sweaty, moaning mess under you, messy hair, swollen lips, and a throbbing cock.

You were sure you looked like a mess too as you felt your walls clench around him, gripping him and milking him perfectly.

“Come for me,” He whispered, “Come on, baby.”

You came without a warning, crying out loud and impaling yourself down on him one last time as you did. Bucky thrust up into you one last time and came undone as well, both of you breathing hard and fast.

You carefully got up from his lap and laid down beside him, body limp and slightly sore in between your legs.

You were still catching your breath as you asked, “Did I hurt you?” You sounded just as worried as you were.

Bucky chuckled. “I should be the one asking you that.”

You smiled and snuggled into his side, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer.

“I’m fine, baby.” He said and kissed your forehead.

You both laid there in silence for a while.

Cuddling and relishing each other’s warmth, caressing each other’s skin.

You felt his fingers drawing random shapes on your back as you laid your head on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeats against your cheek. You felt the need to ask him, “Why were you so against showing yourself to me?”

He gave you a soft chuckle. “You just can’t let that go, huh?”

“Nope.”

He sighed, pulling you closer. “I was… afraid.”

You frowned. “Afraid of what?” You pulled away and looked up at him. “Why did you hide this pretty face from me?” You gave him a quick kiss on his chest as you waited for his answer.

He sighed again. “Everywhere I go, I… whenever people see me up close, it’s already too late. They don’t see a human anymore, they see death staring back at them.” He paused. You remained quiet. He continued. “I see it, you know? In their eyes. When they look at me and plead, or beg, or curse me.” A humourless laugh, then, “After some years of that, I began seeing it in the mirror as well. I saw the same thing they see. After years of brutality, and killing, and spilling blood,” A soft chuckle, “Years of being an evil Eros as you call it, I grew to hate my face.”

You felt tears forming at your waterline but you couldn’t look away from him. Not when he was being so brave and vulnerable.

He continued. “And then before our wedding, I looked you up.” He confessed, a little embarrassed. “And you were so beautiful.” He looked you right in the eyes and repeated, “You are so beautiful. I guess, I didn’t want you to look at me and see death, and ugly and all the other dark stuff. I didn’t want to see that look in your eyes, the same one I see in everyone. That look of fear and disgust.” He finally admitted, “So I thought, I’d just hide and be a ghost.”

“My ghost.” You corrected him, reaching out to cup his chin in your palm. “And I’m gonna need you to never stop haunting me.” You said, leaning in to leave a soft kiss on his lips. “I want you to always be in the shadows. Be with me, even in the dark.” You gave him a smile. “I look at you now and you know what I see? I see a man who treated me with respect. A man who wouldn’t touch me unless I asked for it. A man who gave me so much space for my creativity.” A faint smile, then you added, “You made me fall in love with art all over again, and now everything I paint, I paint with you in my mind.”

He gave you a smile which both broke and mended your heart.

“Oh Buck,” You cupped his gorgeous face with both hands and said, “You’re not death, or scary, or any other dark shit. You’re mine, and I love you.”

He pulled you in for a kiss so quickly you barely processed it. “And I love you.”

You giggled into the kiss and only pulled away when you were breathless. You kissed your way down his chin and nuzzled his neck, sighing in delight.

Bucky said, “I think I should retire.”

“Hmm,” You asked, “And what would you do in retirement?”

“Watch you paint, raise our dog, adopt some more animals, attend your art exhibitions, and eventually make some babies with you.” He listed it all so easily.

“Sounds like a plan.” You agreed.

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