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Your Soft Doll

Steve Rogers x female reader; cam!boy Steve Rogers x cam!girl reader

summary: A new collaboration increases not only your ratings, but also your heart rate.

warnings: sex work; sex work positive; cam!boy Steve; cam!girl reader; smut; sex recording; p*rn content; oral (m receiving); pussy spanking; safe sex/use of protection; light Dom/sub undertones; aftercare; pet names (Doll);

word count: 5.7k

Author's Note: This is my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @labella420's Extravaganza 🔥I used prompts: #CE!babe is a cam!boy and #Soft!dom. I think the vibe of the story is telling, but if anyone has any doubts after reading it, then I confirm that they totally going to be coworkers who fall in love 🥰 Steve is titled Sir as per the final results of the most exciting, head-to-head till last minute poll.

Steve Rogers Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Ever since you found yourself in front of the camera, your confidence has gradually grown. The shyness and uneasiness of the first shows you did has diminished, since you fully acknowledged that you had full control.

You decided on what to do, how to show your body, which toys to use. Even when you allowed your viewers to pick something of their choice, it was curated to whatever you felt comfortable doing. 

The power was yours all the time.

It was about to change…

When two weeks ago a private message appeared in your inbox, your heart paused for a long moment, then started into a rush. 

Registered viewers could send you DMs, but your web provided e-mail address was hidden, available only to the site managers and other verified performers. Aside from regular updates about rules, porn-related newsletters and fun messages exchanged with a few cam working friends, you never received any significant mails. 

Until him. 

The name of the user itself has evoked such a strong reaction.

Nomadick.

One of the most popular camboys on the site, whom you knew not only due to his followers count rating him in the top three, but also because he was one of your secret little joys. 

Well, considering his actual size, it was a massive joy. Had been even before you set up your own profile. 

The term camboy also didn’t fit him. 

With his broad frame, impressive shoulders to waist ratio, sculpted muscles, big hands and the most beautiful, thick cock? With sharp jawline softened by neatly trimmed beard and blue eyes sparkling mischievously as he stared into the camera? With his voice so deep and velvety that each of his words felt like a caress of leather on your naked skin?  

He was no boy, but a man.

A man of your dreams. Of your wet, needy dreams. 

You indulged in his videos and livestreams before you even joined the site yourself. And you still continued. While some of the sex workers strayed away from that source of pleasure once they got to work it from the inside, you still enjoyed it. You had a few of your favorites, but Nomadick triumphed over all. 

To have him contact you directly was a somewhat of a fangirling moment for you. 

His message was polite and professional, without an ounce of cockiness or lewd undertones. What you appreciated was that he started with an introduction of his real name - something so simple, but which you read as a truly respectful approach. 

Steve.

You knew from now on you would be moaning it as you got yourself off watching his videos.

He wrote to you with a proposition of a co-working project. Something that never truly crossed your mind, until he suggested it. 

Steve listed the reasons why he was considering a series of shows with a partner (something he hasn’t done yet himself either) and admitted that you’re the first and so far the only camgirl he had messaged about it. Keeping it professional, he suggested meeting for coffee and talking the details over. 

You remembered your heart hammering in your chest and your skin tingling with heat as you approached him at the small, but quite busy cafe. It was sort of a business meeting, yet you were trembling and nervous as if it was a date. 

Steve’s smile and friendly approach eased your nerves, though something in the way he eyed you a few times suggested he was probably aware of his effect on you. If he figured out that you may have gotten a little wet, Steve didn’t comment on it. 

He skilfully led your conversation from comfortable small talk, to sharing some funny misadventures in your workline, to finally talking over the details of your potential cooperation. 

You had a nice number of subscribers and your streams have gotten more and more viewers these past months. However, Steve’s statistics were monumentally more impressive.

From the business point of view, having your name associated with his would mean a great gain in terms of new followers and income. 

Even if you weren’t itching to feel his hands on you at least once, it was an opportunity you couldn’t pass.  

With the way Steve explained why he chose you, he had any remaining doubts and resistance melting away, too. 

He made it clear that he watched a few of your shows; complimented the way you made the viewers feel as if they were exploring some things with you for the first time; which was what he aimed in his work, as well. 

Steve’s eyes darkened slightly, causing your thighs to clench, when he mentioned how hot you sounded.

You both agreed that doing a livestream first, to gauge the public’s reaction, was the best idea to start with. If the response would be as enthusiastic as Steve predicted, you would plan on recording more videos. Perhaps even decide on a long-term cam partnership. 

The following days consisted of exchanged mails: each of you listing your limits, preferences, expectations, as well your latest STD testing results. Over the phone you talked over the recording details, including choosing the place of action. 

Steve left that decision to you, flexible to be at your place, if you felt more comfortable and safe in your own home. However, you decided his apartment was the best option. Not only was it considerably bigger than yours, but Steve owned better equipment. Quality was important in your line of work, or at least you liked it more polished and clean.

Preparations had you focused on the practical side, pushing aside anxious thoughts of actual sex. It was the moment you stepped out of your apartment to go to Steve’s place, that realization of what was about to happen unleashed some buzzing emotions. 

It was a rush of excitement, underlaid with a softer kind of fear. 

Nervousness about the performance veiled the trembling curiosity regarding intimacy with Steve. 

You scolded yourself inwardly; reminding yourself of the professional angle of the whole situation, to treat it more clinical than emotional. But then Steve opened the door, wearing only a pair of low-hung sweatpants and an objective approach flew out the window. 

Perhaps, if you were co-working with any other camboy, your reactions would be more restrained.

With Nomadick it wasn’t possible. 

Not when you experienced so many orgasms induced by his videos, flooding your body with binding oxytocin. 

Steve greeted you with a boyish smile and let you in. Being shown around his apartment as if you were simply visiting a new friend, allowed your heart rate to gradually settle down. Though it picked up its rhythm again once you stepped into his spacious bedroom. 

You recognized that bed and that background. Steve often streamed from this exact place, sprawled on his bed like a king to be worshiped, basking in the golden hour’s glow. 

The other place you liked in his videos was a big, comfy armchair in the corner of what looked like a library, though he hasn’t shown you that nook in his house yet. 

“Do you want something to drink?” Steve asked, pointing to a dresser where a whole array of water bottles and fruit juice stood. You also noticed a basket of candy bars. 

A camera was set up on a sturdy tripod in front of the bed, along with basic light equipment already put in place in the right setting. The camera was linked to a laptop, which was on a narrow table right next to it. The screen displayed Steve’s cam site. 

On the bedside table Steve has prepared a bottle of lube, a box of tissues, some wet wipes and a box of condoms. 

You had an implant and a part of you was more than eager to take Steve bare, but since it was your first time together using condoms felt like the right choice. 

When you expressed a slight doubt  on the matter, wondering if the viewers wouldn’t prefer it the other way, Steve said that they’d be into watching your pussy taking him anyway and that a creampie could be something additionally exciting for your future projects. 

Build up the excitement for more.

“Not at the moment, thanks,” you replied with a smile, placing your to-go bag on the floor. 

“Thought we might start soon, since we’re reaching the busiest hours on the site’s activity.” Steve said as he pulled closer a small clothes rack with free hangers for you to put your clothes and necessities on. “If you need more time, that’s okay, too.”

You smiled, feeling some of your nervousness float away at Steve’s caring and patient behavior. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “There’s really nothing that I could do to be more prepared.”

Though remembering now the size of your cock, maybe I should take a week or two of stretching my pussy…

Trying to appear confident, you took off your t-shirt and hung it on the rack. You chose a pink, floral lingerie set to wear. Even if you’d be losing them rather quickly, you enjoyed wearing pretty things.

As you unzipped your jeans, you remembered something you wanted to ask Steve earlier.

“Umm, one thing, though-”

“Yeah?” Steve glanced your way as he moved to prepare the stream to start. 

“You go by Nomadick and your real name has never been revealed on the camera. I imagine there will be moments when I feel the urge to address you in some way,” you focused on your clothes, hoping your sudden embarrassment didn’t show. “How would you want me to call you?”

There was a quiet pause and when you looked up Steve was back right in front of you. His lips were curled in a soft, appreciative smile.

“You are right, I’d prefer our names to remain private. Though-” he touched your cheek with a single digit, tracing a gentle line to your lips- “calling you by your name feels the most instinctive.”

“Wha-what do you propose then?” You stood glued to the spot, mustering all your control not to quiver at his touch. 

How the hell would your body react to him fucking you, if you were already quite putty in his hands?

“There's a word doll in your username. How about I call you that?” 

Hearing Steve roll the pet name on his tongue sent a tingling zap to your nipples. 

Your choice of username was dictated by the necessity of the job. You were never truly fond of that particular pet name, but there were already so many kittens and babies on the site that you needed to stand out in some way. 

When Steve said it, suddenly it felt good. 

“Sure. That’s actually perfect, I think.” Your sweet wonder soured as your brows drew into a scowl. “But I’m not convinced that calling you Nomadick would sound natural. Nor begging, please give me your dick, Dick.”

Steve laughed at that and you reciprocated with a grin of your own. However, when his mirth slowly ceased and he tilted his head down, peeking at you from beneath his ridiculously long, curved eyelashes, you felt the heat burn your lungs again.

“And what would you like to call me, doll?” He didn’t make any move to touch you again, yet somehow you felt a brush of digits right between your thighs, causing your breath to hitch as you replied:

“Sir.”  

Tip of a pink tongue darted out as Steve slowly licked over his bottom lip. You felt an urge to swipe your own tongue over it, to coax him into kissing you so good you’d grind against him in need. 

“Agreed,” Steve accepted your suggestion. 

For a few seconds more you just looked at each other; a charged pull holding you both in a tense bubble that really called for one, delicious kind of burst. 

Then Steve straightened and took a small step back, bringing you both back into reality. He returned to his task of setting up the stream, while you put final touches to your appearance. 

Once you felt ready, you slowly stepped toward the bed and sat on it. You had a few poses mastered and you knew to curl your legs as you slightly leaned to the side, bracing on one arm, while your other hand gently stroked your own thigh. 

Steve winked at you as he approached the bed then sat on the edge of the mattress. He faced the camera and you knew that he gave the viewers this seductive, playful smirk as he greeted everyone. 

“As you can see, I have a special surprise for you tonight.” The way he said it made you giddy, as if you were the recipient who was about to get spoiled.

In a certain way, you would be, since you got to experience Steve in all of his glory.

“I’m so excited to spend this evening with YourSoftDoll-” Steve turned his face to look at you.

Your eyes met, your breath once again hitching in your lungs as he tucked a curled finger beneath your chin. 

“You have good taste,” he winked at the camera, “so I’m sure you’re already familiar with her work. If not, there’s a direct link to her account. You have to check it out, it’s most delicious.” 

“It is,” you chimed in, keeping your voice in that softly seductive tone you practiced for your videos. “Just like I am delicious…” 

“Mhmm, can’t wait to find that out for myself.” Steve held your gaze as he moved his hand to brush down your neck and over your shoulder. “I’m sure our audience would love a taste, too.” 

He eased the pink strap of your bra down your shoulder, then drew his index finger along the trim of your bra cup, tracing a hot line over the swell of your breast.

You let out a tiny sigh - a little practiced, but also elicited by your genuine reaction to Steve’s touch.

You tilted your face toward his, not quite reaching his lips.

“I want a taste of you, too.” You made your plea sound just on the edge of needy.

The way Steve’s eyes darkened suggested he wouldn't mind satisfying that need. 

He splayed his fingers over your sternum then swiped them up, curling around the front of your neck as he claimed your lips. It was an intense kiss, even if it was on the more demure side compared to the open licking and messy spitting type of kissing most porn portrayed. 

When Steve pulled away, it was with a slight bite to your bottom lip and his hand still wrapped around your throat. 

“Let’s show this beautiful body of yours to the viewers first, doll,” he directed softly.

“Yes, Sir.” You licked your lips, nearly giggling mischievously as you saw Steve’s gaze fall back to your kiss-swollen mouth.

Steve made you sit on the edge of the bed, taking his place behind you. With how big he was, your frame in front of him didn’t obscure the sight of him too much. 

With your back to Steve’s chest, you leaned your head onto his shoulder and sighed in pleasure as his hands traced over your body. Steve’s touch was feather-like at first. Unexpected gentleness of that intimate introduction to each other’s bodies evoked goosebumps on your skin. 

He eased his hands down your sides. Onto your thighs. Gripping your knees, he pulled them wider apart. 

You wondered if his camera would catch that wet spot already forming on your pink panties. 

How wet he’d get you, before discarding your underwear completely?

Steve peppered soft kisses along your neck and shoulder as he cupped your breasts. He teased your nipples through the fabric, tormenting them into hard points that were visibly straining against the lace. 

When he unhooked your bra and took it off of you, you purposely hunched forward and then pushed your chest forward. You kept the slight arch of your back as you comfortably leaned back against Steve’s chest.    

Your own hands were gripping and moving against Steve’s thighs. You let out soft humming noises as he caressed your sides and belly. Then a tone louder moan when his hands cupped your tits again. 

Soon, the sounds and squirming weren’t heightened for the audience’s pleasure, but because Steve’s fingers were driving you mad. 

He played with your breasts, tugged on your nipples, or held them pinched for a long moment - until you needled your fingernails into his thighs and rubbed against his crotch with a truly needy whine. 

“So responsive, pretty doll.” Steve kissed a spot behind your ear.

One of his hands smoothed down your soft belly and dipped between your thighs. Two of his long fingers rubbed over the wet fabric of your panties.

With his other hand, he pulled your panties to the side, exposing your wet pussy to the camera. A pause to let everyone get a good view, then his fingers dipped between your slick folds. He brushed them up and down, then circled your swelling clit a few times. 

Steve returned his hand which had been holding the panties aside, to your throat. His grip was very light, but you felt it wasn’t about pressure, but the gesture itself which would make some of the viewers extra horny. 

Honestly, you didn't expect it affecting you this much, either. But the slight pressure of his fingers had your clit throbbing.

Your own hands moved to your chest, playing with your tits as Steve teased your pussy. You rocked your hips eagerly when he rubbed your pearl in wicked eights, drawing your arousal higher and higher. 

Suddenly, he withdrew his hand. Wet fabric of your panties rolled back over your folds and you made a sound of protest. 

You watched from your angle as Steve brought his fingers, glistening with your juices, to his lips. He sucked them into his mouth, letting out a loud purr of pleasure.

“Even more delicious than I thought.” 

He kept his fingers on your neck as he bent his head to kiss you. The tangy taste of your own juices filled your senses at the sensual push of Steve’s tongue. 

“I believe you also demanded a taste,” he said against your lips, but loud enough that the viewers could catch it. 

“Yes!” You nodded eagerly, feeling a rush flooding you at the prospect of getting to play with his cock. 

“I want you on my tongue, pushing into my throat.” You rolled your ass into his crotch harder, eliciting Steve’s groan. “Want to suck your beautiful, big dick so bad, Sir.” 

Though it was your first time together, you somehow knew how to follow Steve’s clues when he got off the bed and took off his sweatpants.

Getting onto your knees, you rolled down your panties, shimmying out of them with a little giggle. Once you flung them away onto the floor, you raked your fingernails up your own thighs, until you reached your mound.

You were about to tease the audience by dipping a single finger between your folds, but Steve tsk-ed at you and your attention immediately snapped back to him.

Pumping his hard dick in his fist, he stood in a wider stance on the side of the bed.

You crawled onto your hands and knees, angling your body for the audience to have a clear view of your swaying breasts and of your profile. Especially of your mouth that was going to stretch around Steve’s girth.

Wetting your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue, you leaned forward to kiss the crown of Steve’s cock. Such a pretty shade of dark pink with a shimmering pre-cum on the tip. 

You didn’t take him in your mouth right away, first nuzzling your face into the juncture of Steve’s thigh then tracing open mouthed kisses across his abdomen. The curve of a protruding vein flowing above his hip bone and disappearing into very neatly trimmed curls tempted you to lick its length.

Finally, much to your own pleasure, not only Steve’s, you ghosted your lips along his cock. 

You let your hot breath tease his sensitive skin. Then you gave his underside a broad lick, flicking your tongue against his rounded tip. 

Steve moaned unabashedly when you closed your lips around him. Only the tip first, then with each bob of your head an inch more. Hollowing your cheeks, you paid attention to suck extra hard each time you were pulling back. 

You were unable to swallow him whole. Steve’s length and girth weren’t monstrous, but he surely was more impressive than most of the toys you used; even the ones you sometimes sucked on the camera. 

Using your hand, you stroked the rest of him, smearing your drool along. Steve put his hand on the back of your head, but conscious of the viewers he used the one which wouldn’t obscure the sight of your face stuffed full of cock. 

A visible, shiny string of saliva hung between your bottom lip and Steve’s dick as you pulled back. You let the audience enjoy the messy glimpse for a second, before you dipped your head down to mouth at Steve’s balls. 

You were considering tasting his cock again, quite enjoying all the sounds Steve was making and the pressure of his hand on your head, but he snapped his hips away. 

Unexpectedly, he flipped you onto your back. 

His chuckle at your little squeak sounded criminally sinful. 

Steve helped you arrange into desired position, so that your head was tilted back, almost hanging off the edge of the mattress.

Understanding his intention, you opened your mouth again, sticking your tongue out. You kept one of your legs bent at the knee, but the other - the one closest to the camera - you laid flat down and angled to the side.

The audience wouldn’t be able to see your pussy fully, but with your legs spread they would see clearly anything Steve did to it, while you were choking on his cock.

Holding the base in one hand, Steve slapped the head of his dick against your cheek then guided it into your awaiting mouth. 

The push was slow, but deep. Much deeper than you took him previously. 

“That’s it, doll.” Steve praised. “Relax your throat for me.” 

As predicted, after the first gentle thrusts into your mouth, Steve bent forward. His fingers slipped over your drenched pussy. Three digits rubbed between your puffed folds, matching the same rhythm with which he was rocking his hips into your face. With his thumb, Steve caressed your swollen clit. 

Suddenly, the softness of his touch disappeared. Only to be replaced by a sting from a swift slap. 

Your body jerked in reaction. Your cry was garbled due to a cock in your throat, but judging by Steve’s sound (a mix of laugh and moan) it gave him extra pleasure. 

For a few minutes it continued - slow face fucking with petting and spanking your pussy. 

After Steve pulled back, letting you catch gulps of air, he bent at the waist to capture your lips in another kiss. This much messier than the previous ones, but not less seductive. 

“Are you good?” He asked softly.

“Yes,” your voice was already a tad raspy and breathless.

Steve kissed you again, tongue gliding against your own more lewdly. In the back of your head you knew this one was for the show and you matched his performance, until he broke away with a growly curse. 

You stayed on your back, only wiggling slightly down the mattress so your head rested properly on the soft covers, while Steve moved to the nightstand. He grabbed one of the condoms and rolled it down his length. 

He walked around the foot of the bed and climbed onto the mattress. You parted your legs wider, tracing one of your hands down your belly and lower; fingertips barely touching your wet, eager pussy. 

You swear your walls clenched at the look Steve gave you. It was leashed hunger for destruction.

He settled on top of you, bracing his weight on one arm. With his other hand, he guided his cock into your opening. No teasing this time, as if he couldn’t wait to feel your pussy.

The first inch stretching you open was enough to have you moan; your hands fisting the sheets. It wasn’t painful at all. It just felt so fucking good. 

Steve slowly sank in, still keeping himself braced on one side, so the camera caught the best view of your bodies joining. It wasn’t until he was fully in and you were breathing heavily, your toes curling, that Steve caged you between both his arms and started really moving.

“Your cunt feels so fucking good, doll.” Steve grunted, snapping his hips against yours. “Feels like it was meant to take my cock.”

“Hnghh!” You were more coherent when recording your own videos, but your brain cells scrambled away the moment that dick speared you.

“ T’s so big-” you whimpered. “Feels so good, Sir.”

Despite knowing the preference most viewers displayed toward the female remaining pinned down and just taking the pounding, you couldn’t help your hands from touching Steve.

Your sweaty palms mapped the wide span of his back, clutching onto him on especially harsh thrusts. Fingernails nicked his skin as your arousal started peaking; your head tilting and your back arching.

Never a particularly loud lover when cumming, your cries of release were a string of stretched, high-pitched moans, but the way your body strained and writhed beneath Steve surely gave away the intensity of your orgasm.

Through which Steve fucked you mercilessly.  

Eyes widening, you stared up at him as he quickened his pace. He paused for a split of a second, only to change the angle of his thrusts. Which resulted in him hitting a spot that threatened to either make you pee, or lose consciousness.

When you keened, straining your arms out to press your hands against his pelvis and push him away, Steve huffed an amused laugh.

He stopped. Withdrew even. 

But you didn't use your safeword, nor safegesture that would indicate your true distress.

So the split of a second pause was your only reprieve, before Steve was rolling you onto your side. With your face facing the camera. 

He closed your legs together and bent them at the knees, placing them on the mattress. Your wrists were captured in one of his big hands and held against your thigh. Which made your breasts squeeze between your arms; they’d bounce with each thrust. 

Steve was kneeling. He pushed his cock back in between your swollen folds and in this position it felt even more maddening. With his free hand he gripped your hip, his fingers clenching on the soft roll of your skin. 

He resumed his previous pace, depriving you of any means to fight the onslaught of pleasure. 

The sounds of skin slapping could be heard by your audience, despite not setting up extra microphones. If you weren’t making so many sweetly pitiful noises, maybe they could also hear the obscenely squelching sounds of your pussy.

When Steve made you cum again, the viewers could clearly see your face - the way your lips  parted on each cry, your eyes glazing over, your brows furrowing as the pleasure continued into light pain of overstimulation. 

Steve’s own sounds gained in volume as he neared his own peak. His hold on you tightened. You didn’t think it was because he wanted to hold you extra hard, but because the tension rolling down his spine and into his muscles was too great. 

Though spent yourself, you couldn’t resist tipping your face slightly, so you could watch Steve as he came. 

His cheeks were flushed pink, his hair messy, strands slicked with sweat sticking to his forehead. His plush lips were parted as he moaned. His neck strained; a vein protruded in the redness of his skin. 

You felt his cock throb inside your cunt and you experienced a pang of disappointment that you couldn’t feel him spilling deep into you. 

Steve remained buried in your pussy, rocking into you in shallow moves. His gaze locked with yours, sharing a very intimate connection. 

The hand holding your hip eased its grip and the sting of it was an indication of potential bruises forming there in a few hours. Still holding your wrists captive, Steve used his other hand to squeeze your breast. He gave your nipple one last pinch, grinning as your walls contracted around him in response. 

A few heartbeats later Steve slowly slipped out of you. 

You stretched out your legs in a lazy, cat-like manner, but remained on your side, glancing at the camera and purposely drawing your bottom lip between your teeth.

Steve walked over to the tripod and with a very satisfied grin and a cheeky wink to the viewers, he turned the camera off. Then he ended the stream. 

You watched him walk into the bathroom, admiring the way the marks from your nails mixed with the bold ink of tattoos. When Steve returned, still fully naked, the condom was gone. 

He walked over to you and crouched down next to the bed. His hand slid across the covers to touch squeeze your fingers.

“I’m quite biased, but that was fucking fantastic,” he flashed you a lopsided grin, which spread into a full one when you snorted. 

“What do you need now?” Steve asked next, his tone soft and comforting. “Is there a ritual you go through after a session?” 

“Well, it’s a bit different when I do it solo. I’m definitely less worn out then,” you pointed out. “For now I just need a moment to catch my breath and return my brain to my body. And to hold Pinkerton.”

“To what?” Steve arched a single brow at the last part. 

He looked quite comical, especially compared to how hot he presented a few minutes ago, and you couldn’t help the small giggle escaping your lips.

“Open my to-go bag, please.” You pointed in the direction of your belongings. “Pinkerton is right on top.”

Pinkerton was a fluffy bunny stuffie. Despite its name, it didn’t have a spot of pink on his creamy coloring. It had a bow tie, though. 

Steve was chuckling as he handed you the bunny, but you didn’t sense any judgment nor mockery from him. He rather looked simply amused. For which you couldn’t blame him. 

“I’ll take a shower while you and Pinkerton have a moment.” Steve stretched as he said it. Your eyes greedily followed the whole length of him as he did so. “Then we’ll order some food. Is pizza okay?”

“More than okay,” you replied, touched by the provided aftercare which Steve made into something far beyond just cuddling after sex. 

A half an hour later you were stepping into Steve’s kitchen - having showered yourself and put on some comfy clothes. He was dressed, too. In clothes he looked as impressive as he did naked. 

“Pizza should be here soon.” He told you, setting down plates and glasses on the kitchen counter. “I order from this small Italian place nearby. I have to confess that they converted me from the typical American pizza to theirs. Don’t tell other Americans.” 

“To be honest, I’ll probably eat any pizza, as long as it doesn't have fruit or anchovies on it.” You weren’t too picky when it came to pizza. Or burgers. Or soup. 

“So-” Steve started a moment later- “I took a quick peek at the statistics. It’s too soon after the livestream to talk about actual numbers, but what we have so far is amazing. I’ve gained twenty one percent more viewers for this stream than my most popular one did in the first week.”

“Shit, that's a really good result!” You expected the numbers to be big, but you didn’t think it would be this good. 

And it was only the first hour of streaming. The saved lifestream would be available for weeks to come, calling more new viewers, as well often having the previous ones revisiting. 

It tempted you to check your own profile right away, to see how many new viewers browsed through your videos. But you made a resolution earlier that day to look at it only after a full twenty four hours pass. 

“I know!” Steve showed the same enthusiasm as you, not playing it down as a honed porn star like him could’ve. 

“We agreed to give more thought to future projects together,” he continued, “but I don’t think there are any doubts left to consider. I mean, of course, no pressure.”

You didn’t get to reply right away, because the doorbell ring announced the arrival of pizza, but you returned to the topic after the both of you swallowed down half of your slices. 

“Working together would benefit us.” You took a sip of soda. “Making couples videos along with our solo performances gives more variety and heightens the chances of holding the viewers attention.” 

“I agree.” Steve nodded. “I wouldn’t want either of us to give up on our brands, but rather expand them.” 

“Yeah, exactly. That way people stay excited and curious about what we drop next. Will it be solo? Will it be us fucking? I’m sure we could really come up with some interesting ideas on how to make it creative.”

“Positions and toys aside,” Steve smirked, bringing a glass to his lips, “are there any ideas of what we could do that are already sprouting in that pretty head of yours?”

You felt a wave of heat fill your chest and face, but you hoped not to appear too embarrassed as you admitted the truth.

“Well-” you took a long sip of your drink, before bravely meeting Steve’s gaze.

“Some of my favorite content of yours is in that library nook, which I haven’t noticed anywhere here. I may have had a thought, or two, about being over your knees while you sat in that armchair.” 

Steve’s eyes sparked. You weren’t sure if it was mischief, or desire at the image you created. Probably both.

To see a reflection of his eagerness caused your own body to react with a new flush of need for more.

“As it happens, I often am tasked with cat-sitting for my best friend.” Steve explained. “Bucky goes away for longer periods and his kitty isn’t fond of leaving the house for more than an hour or two. So I’m staying over at his place when he’s away.”

“Bucky’s aware of my work and we’ve come to an agreement that I can use the library to do streams and record videos when I’m there. I’m forbidden from his bedroom, though,” he flashed a cheeky grin.

It morphed into a seductive smirk as Steve leaned forward and lowered his voice.

“Quite a pity-” he murmured- “You would look so fucking sexy on Bucky’s dark sheets.” 

Your heart jumped up. A tinge of interest fizzed into your nipples and clit, though it was more about Steve’s proximity and the sinful way he was looking at you than just the forbidden fruit of fucking on the mysterious Bucky’s bed. 

“I’m not sure if my striking beauty would compensate for defiling his bed,” you rolled your eyes.

“Maybe not.” Steve shrugged, not the least apologetic. “But a session in the library? We’re totally doing that.” 

He took another big bite of pizza, before adding: “It would allow for a really good close-up on your cute ass and your holes taking fingers, or toys.” 

You almost choked at his words. For which he was unrepentant as well, winking at you as he stuffed his mouth with puffy crust. 

Perhaps you should spend some time assessing risks of this co-operation, because you found yourself immensely eager to shoot a hundred videos and more with Steve, of whatever wicked, hot things he wanted to do to you. Just because it would be with him… 

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meaner than my demons

Dark!Bucky x Avenger!Reader au 

Run-through: You wake up in a manor in the middle of nowhere with no recollection of how you got there. All you remember is that you and Bucky were out on a mission, and then nothing. Bucky…? This wasn’t his doing, was it? What you didn’t know was that Bucky, of all people, had all the reasons to become the bad guy. To avenge himself, what was done to him, and all that was mercilessly taken from him. Nobody knew just how close he’d gotten to just giving into the twisted temptations that beckoned him over. All he needed was a slight nudge, a purpose – and you gave him that unknowingly. So he went, and he dragged you over to the darkness with him. 

Themes: angst, dark!bucky, kidnapping, sort of beauty and the beast vibes, mentions of bucky’s traumatic past as the winter soldier, smut, fluff, praise kink, HEA but slightly ambiguous ending ;) 

a/n: the angst is strong with this one. Also, I was merely experimenting with this character so take nothing too seriously <3 ily (p.s: this is long, grab a snack)

There’s a minotaur in the middle of the maze. 

That sentence echoed in your head as you slowly blinked your eyes open. Your vision was blurry, your head spun even as you laid down looking up at the shiny, intricate chandelier above the canopy bed you were currently in. 

You focused on the bizarrely alluring chandelier, blinking as you tried to bring your vision back to normal, trying to get your head to stop spinning. 

It felt like you were waking up after a night of heavy drinking. Slowly, as if not trusting your body, you sat up on the comfy bed. 

There’s a minotaur in the middle of the maze. 

There was that damn sentence again. What the fuck is even that? Where did it come from? You squinted as you looked around, feeling a throbbing headache forming. Nevermind the strange sentence, where were you was the real question here. How did you end up in this bed? 

Panicking you quickly assessed your body. You were still in your mission gear, except none of your guns were in their holsters. Other than that, everything felt fine. You weren’t hurt anywhere, except for a pain at the back of your neck. You moved your head, trying to figure out what the cause of the pain was, but other than some sore muscles, nothing hurt. 

You carefully sat on the edge of the bed, planting your boots on the ground and looking around. Judging by the light coming in through the ridiculously large georgian windows, it looked like it was well into the evening. And the room was… beautiful in a gothic, dark way. 

Apart from the fireplace within which was lit a small fire, and the golden scones on the walls and the chandelier above the bed, everything else was dark. The walls were dark green, the large canopy bed was all-black with dark grey bedding, the high ceiling was covered in detailed moulding. Dark, wooden coffee table and bookshelves, black leather upholstered sofas, a huge chest drawer in the corner. 

If you were kidnapped, you thought, you’d likely be in some dark room with no windows – like a dungeon. Not in a properly furnished, clean bedroom. 

You frowned as you tried to go back, trying to figure out how you got here. You got up from the bed and approached the windows, looking out. For a moment you were mesmerised by the view outside. From this window, you could see the sprawling wings of the house on either side of you. A manor, then, not a house. 

Situated at the foot of hills which rose behind the manor, partially shrouded in dense fog. Some countryside, then? You tucked that information away as you scanned the area even more. The manor it seemed was surrounded by thick woods. The hills, the fog, the dark green woods, it all seemed like it was a scene out of a mysterious, dangerous novel. The silence, the secrecy… 

You looked further around and noticed a walled garden not too far to the right, and to the complete left a… huge hedge maze. You could only see part of it but– 

There’s a minotaur in the middle of the maze…? 

The memory came flooding into your brain, and you almost lost your balance for a moment. 

You had been hiking up these hills for days. But a mission was a mission, correct? You looked behind you and noticed Bucky frowning in deep thought. 

“Are you sure about this?” You asked your good friend. You and Bucky had been paired together for many missions recently, all of them successful. You two made a great team. He wasn’t much of a talker, and you enjoyed silence and solitude. 

“Yeah,” He mumbled, coming to a stop beside you. “I received solid intel about a house just beyond these woods. The owner deals in illegal substances,” He added in his usual, dark-humoured, self-deprecating tone, “the kind that can create worse creatures than super soldiers.” 

“Hey!” You tapped him on the chest playfully, disapproving of his joke. Still you said, “I, for one, am glad they made you.” You added to his weird humour, “I get a good friend and a perfect bodyguard all in one.” 

Bucky gave you a rare smile. It made him look boyish and young, and… handsome. You looked away quickly. It always did something to you, that smile. It was a useless little crush you’d been nurturing since that day – months ago – when Bucky took a bullet to his shoulder to save you during a crossfire. 

“You can stay here if you want,” Bucky suggested, “I’ll go take a look and come back.” 

“No,” You reached into your backpack and pulled out two fancy binoculars, handing one to him, “We just need to get on top of this hill, and then we’ll keep an eye on the house and its ground for a while,” You explained as you began hiking up the hill again, Bucky following you loyally like he had this whole time, “And then we’ll make a plan. Okay?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

Getting on top of the hill was no big deal. The hike was easy and the hill was high enough that you had a clear vision of the manor and its grounds even with thick woods between the hill and the manor. 

You let out a gasp the moment you looked through the binoculars. Bucky beside you did the same thing, not gasping at the beauty of it all though. Then again, few things impressed Bucky. You supposed this luxurious, gothic manor and its elegant grounds weren’t on the list. 

“Whoever this is should be ashamed that they’re using this beautiful place for something so dark.” You whispered, looking and taking in the details of the manor. It looked enchanting in the morning light. 

“You like it?” 

“Bucky, one would have to be an absolute idiot to not appreciate the beauty of this place. No neighbours, no one to bother you. Just foggy hills, dense woods and… ooh!” You exclaimed with genuine happiness, forgetting for a moment that you were here on a mission and not sightseeing. “Bucky! There’s a maze!” 

“Really?” 

You couldn’t look away. You zoomed as much as you could, trying to take in the details. “Yes, an actual maze and it’s huge!” You had the biggest smile on your face. “Oh this is a dream, and… oh look! There’s a minotaur in the middle of the maze!” 

Bucky let out a chuckle. “How cliché.” 

You kept watching, letting your guard completely down for a moment. You didn’t see Bucky approaching, you didn’t notice the shift, not until it was too late. 

“I’m sorry, doll.” 

That was the last thing you heard before feeling a burning sensation at the back of your neck, and then darkness and the warmth of Bucky’s chest as he held you to keep you from falling on the ground. 

Fuck. 

Bucky? 

Why would he do that? You didn’t do anything. You were breathing heavily now, looking around for a way out. These windows didn’t open, and the door must be– 

It opened right as you stared at it, and in walked Bucky. Dressed differently. He wasn’t in his usual mission gear. No leather jackets, no gun holsters, not even his knives. Just a casual shirt, and comfy trousers. Like this was normal. Like he was at home. 

Your eyes widened as this started to make a little more sense. But you didn’t dare think about it properly. He wouldn’t… right? He was your friend. You two had fought together for years. He was one of the good guys… right? 

“Buck?” 

He shut the door behind him as he stepped further into the room. “I came as fast as I could when they told me you were beginning to wake up.” He said a little sheepishly. 

What? But most importantly, “Who’s ‘they’?” You asked, trying your best to put all your training into practice and keeping your calm. 

“My housekeepers.” He answered like it was the most obvious thing. 

You noted the way he avoided your eyes, the way he kept flexing his metal hand. Bucky was slightly nervous. 

You took a step back, pressing against the cold windows. “What is going on? What is this place? Did you…” Your voice cracked as you asked, “Did you drug me?” 

“You wouldn’t come willingly.” He answered, staring deeply at the fireplace as he approached it and placed his metal hand on the mantle above. “And you wouldn’t be willing to listen to me.” 

Your heart pounded. What was he talking about? “This place, this house is… yours?” 

Bucky nodded. 

“And there is no guy dealing in dangerous substances, is there?” You figured this was a trap and you walked right into it. 

“No.” He answered truthfully. “There isn’t. This is my home. Well, one of them.” 

“Bucky,” You whispered, cautiously. Afraid. Wary. His home? Since when? “Why?”

He finally looked at you. The soft fire in the fireplace lit one side of his face and hid the other side in shadows. Fitting, you thought, despite it all. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.” He said, almost like he was offended that you would think so. “I would never hurt you, doll.” 

“I want the truth, Buck.” You stared deep into his familiar blue eyes, trying to find your friend in there. And he was there, but he was behind a dark smoke screen. “Please.” 

Bucky sighed. “Take a seat.” He said softly, settling down on one of the many sofas scattered around the spacious room. 

You didn’t. You remained there by the windows, like the distance between you and him would save you from the dangers you weren’t aware of yet. 

He sighed again, “Fine, be difficult then.” He got up, and began walking towards you. 

You panicked, remaining frozen in place for a moment. But by the time you moved to get away from him, he was too close. You went to run away but his metal hand firmly around your wrist stopped you. 

“I won’t hurt you.” He repeated, pulling you close until you hit his chest, then wrapped his other arms around you. “Believe me,” He said. 

You shook your head as you looked into his eyes, the hidden darkness in them. “What happened to you?” You whispered, “Why are you doing this?” 

He frowned as if you were the one being ridiculous. “Don’t you see? This place is perfect for us.”

For us? 

You noted the strange haze in his captivating eyes. Something was different about him. 

“What?” You blinked, ignoring the many questions you had. “Bucky, our friends, they need us.” You tried reasoning, though in vain, “We need to go back. And keep fighting–” 

“Back to what?” He argued, cutting you off. “Fight for who?” 

“The innocent people, Buck. The ones who are constant victims of our enemies, and–,” 

“I was a victim too.” He said, silencing you at once with a dark tone. “No one fought for me.” 

He rarely ever brought up HYDRA, so this was new territory to you. You approached it carefully, softening your voice as you said, “Steve did.” 

Bucky surprised you by scoffing carelessly. Dropping his voice he said, “And yet, all I ever was to him in the end was disposable.” 

That shut you up. 

For a moment you felt a fraction of the pain he felt. You always empathised with him, even before you started nurturing that little crush you had on him. “But you have the chance now, Buck.” You tried reasoning, calmly and no longer resisting his grip on your wrist. “Let’s go back, and fight so no one ever has to suffer like you did.” 

“No.” 

The finality in his tone made you shiver. “So what? You’re gonna keep me captive here and we’re gonna let the bad people win?” 

Bucky sighed. “They already won. Don’t you see the state of this world?” 

You flinched. “That’s your goal then? To punish the world and everyone in it?” 

“Punish it?” He scoffed. “No. I want to see it try and fend for itself. Or watch it die trying.” 

“Bucky…” You didn’t recognise the man you were looking at. “We can make a difference, no matter how minor. We’re the good guys, remember?” 

He let go of your hand, turned to face the windows pensively. “I’m done being good.” 

You remained frozen in place, assessing the situation quickly. He had his back to you, so he was confident you wouldn’t hurt him. He had shut the door on his way in but never locked it. That must mean even if you got past the door, he must’ve made sure you wouldn’t make it out of this house. 

But you couldn’t leave, could you? You believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt you. You wouldn’t leave him here like this. Bucky was hurting, and he was acting this way because of that. But the house? Why bring you here? Why drug you? What did he want?  

“Bucky,” You said after taking a deep breath. “You’re my friend, we’ve fought together for years. You rescued me so many times. You took a bullet for me. I know you’re good.” 

He shook his head, looking out the window. “I’ve been good, all my life. I was good when I followed Steve and believed in what he stood for. I was good when I was captured, and forced to be a killing machine. I was good, deep down I know I was still good, even when they wiped my mind each time and made me perform however they wanted.” 

You flinched, your heart sinking with each word that came out of his mouth. 

He continued, as if numb to it all. 

“I was desperately good even when I found myself stuck in a wrong, superhuman body. I was good even when everyone around me expected me to get over it and keep fighting like a good little soldier.” He finally turned to you and said, “I’m done, now. What did it ever give me?” 

His words hit harder than a punch to the face. “Buck…” You almost comforted him, because there was still your dear friend, broken. But wrong. So wrong to believe there weren't still good things to fight for. “You have people who care for you.” 

“Do I?” His tone was mocking. And you didn’t dare reply, so he continued. “I’ve been used in experiments that had no ethical limits. I’ve been a weapon, a commodity. I’ve been a mindless soldier. I’ve been stuck in the body of a murderer. I’ve been a throwaway friend. No one ever cared.” 

“I do.” 

Bucky was quiet. His shoulders moving just a little as he breathed deeply. 

You continued. “And Sam does. And so do all of our friends.” You argued, trying to find something, anything to prove a point, “I mean, all of Wakanda believed in you when they helped you.” 

“They did.” He almost smiled in gratitude. “But they never trusted me.” He sounded genuinely sad. “I remained a weapon.” He looked down at his shiny metal arm and added, “So easily dismantled.” 

Was this really how you would lose him? To the darkness in his head? Your heart pounded as you looked at him. Standing proud and tall, looking out the window as the darkening evening made the room even dimmer. The last logs in the fireplace cracked. And Bucky was still so beautiful standing by the window, but broken. Like a tortured and grim lord of the manor. 

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Buck.” You took a step back when he turned to face you. 

“No, it doesn’t.” He agreed, weirdly. Then added, “I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t care about the rest of the world, I’m done being a good little soldier. I just want to be a man.” He took a few more steps until he was right in front of you. His handsome face so close to yours. “And be with the woman I want, in our own quiet little paradise.” His hand reached out to gently stroke your cheek. His metal hand found itself on your waist, tugging you closer gently. “Isn’t this perfect, doll? Hmm?” 

You were so surprised that you didn’t even properly register the meaning behind his words until you replayed it in your head a few times. “You… what?”  

“You know,” He smirked, fingers now tracing your parted lips. “At first I wondered what was taking you so long to realise. I’m not very good at being subtle with my feelings, you see. But you never caught on.” His smirk widened. “And then I found out why in the best way possible.” 

You were afraid to ask for some reasons. “Why?” You whispered. 

Bucky leaned in, brushing the cold tip of his nose against your cheek, and said, “Because you like me too, and you were too busy hiding your own feelings that you didn’t pay attention to mine. Wanna know how I know?” He chuckled, “I heard you whispering my name under your breath as you touched yourself. Too many times to count.” 

You gasped in surprise, unable to move. 

“Well,” He said, “That’s a figure of speech, of course I know exactly how many times. I kept count.” He continued, loving the way you began squirming in embarrassment. “It’s the metal hand, isn’t it? It turns you on?” He chuckled. 

“You…” You finally found your voice and stumbled on your words, “You had no right.” 

He laughed, pulling away to look at you. “To listen to you moaning my name? Not my fault you’re so loud to my very, very sensitive ears.” He teased. 

He was so close. His chest, so warm. His arms around you, so perfect that you almost forgot all about the conversation you had before all this. 

You stepped away, and out of his embrace. Taking a deep breath, you tried to focus on the important thing here. “What do you want, Bucky?” 

He shrugged, “Well right now I want us to have dinner, it’s getting late and you haven’t eaten all day.” 

You sighed. “Then? When I want to leave, you’ll stop me?” 

Bucky was so very still. It was inhuman. Then again, he was not exactly just a regular guy. “If I wanted you trapped here you would have woken up tied to the bed, doll.” 

“So I can walk away from here if I want?” You asked. No. That would be too easy. Wouldn’t it? 

“You could.” 

Another trap, you figured. For the first time since this absurd evening started, you straightened your back and faced Bucky with a little less fear, and embarrassment. “You won’t win, Bucky. Not like this.” 

He gave you a handsome, smug grin and said, “We’ll talk about all that later. Now, do what you need to do, freshen up,” He pointed at the door in the corner of the bedroom, the bathroom you assumed, “And join me for dinner downstairs.” He leaned in and too casually kissed your forehead. “Don’t keep me waiting, doll.” 

And he left. Leaving you even more confused than when you didn’t have any answers. 

You thought about it as you reluctantly made your way into the bathroom which was just as dark and luxurious as the rest of the bedroom. Dark green walls, a large white and gold tub, mouldings on the ceiling matching the bedroom, large gilded mirrors and sinks. A spacious shower booth, with fancy faucets and shower heads. 

You checked the many cabinets and found everything one could need. The skin care products looked inviting but first of all, you needed a hot shower. You grabbed a neatly folded bathrobe and some body wash products and stepped into the booth. 

Then you spent your time thinking about everything. What did you know as of now? That Bucky owned this place, it was his home. That Bucky was done fighting, he had plans to say ‘fuck it all’ and retire. That he liked you back? Fine, he did. He wanted you to stay here with him? And never fight again? That was a whole other thing you had to worry about. But first, how to get out of here? 

Also how did Bucky afford this place? Had he always been filthy rich? 

What was the endgame here? And if he managed to keep you here, would any of your friends come looking for you? No one even knew where you were, that’s how much you trusted Bucky. The moment he brought this fake mission up you agreed to come with him immediately. Alright, your little crush had had an influence on your decision making but still. 

Could you trust Bucky now? It felt foolish to admit, but yes. Yes you could. Bucky would never hurt you. 

So you got out of the shower, with more questions and made your way back to the room and found neatly folded clothes on the bed. Soft, comfy, casual clothes. You put them on and took a deep breath before you stepped out of the room. 

As you made your way down one of the two ornate staircases, you hoped you’d find Bucky again somewhere down here. Meanwhile you couldn’t help but admire his home. It was… hauntingly beautiful. It was more dark than lit. Rich colours: dark green, dark red, black. Gilded picture frames along the hallways, large foyer, high ceilings, carved designs on almost all the furniture. Everything screamed luxury, expensive taste, old money, and like a home out of another era. An older era. 

You couldn’t see any of the housekeepers, but you soon found Bucky sitting at the head of a ridiculously fancy dining table in the dining room. 

“There you are,” He said, placing his wine glass down, “I was beginning to think you must be trying to get away.” He teased. 

You rolled your eyes and then quickly took in the room. Just as spacious as the rest of the house. A fireplace in a corner, tall arched windows, dark red curtains which allowed just the briefest amount of moonlight to come in. The room was well lit, and you couldn’t miss the grand chandelier above the adorned table and chairs. 

Sitting at the head of that table, Bucky reminded you of a bored prince – surrounded by unexplainable luxury which suited him too well. 

You took a seat at the other end of the table, facing Bucky fully. He noted your tactic and smirked. Then you said, “I didn't know you were rich.” Because surely super soldiers aren’t getting paid this much. 

He shrugged like it was no big deal, “I’m over a century old, doll. I would be an absolute idiot if I didn’t amass a fortune that could last me a couple more lifetimes.” 

You also noted the way he used your own words against you, but kept quiet. “Right. But how exactly?” 

He explained. “A lot of the people I was asked to... get rid of for HYDRA were influential people. Rich, wealthy, borderline royalty. And they would always try to bribe me just to be spared. They offered me everything I wanted if I let them go.” 

He sighed, almost in annoyance of the memories. 

He continued, “I couldn't let them go of course, but they always revealed all their secrets during their last moments.” His stare was distant. “And after the job was done, whatever they left behind, whatever they offered, locations of their hidden wealth and riches, it was all mine for the taking.” He added, “And since I was a good little machine, HYDRA never looked too deep into what I did as long as I got the job done.” 

Everytime Bucky opened up about his past, you realised that there was so much about him that you didn’t know. “That’s a lot of secrets.” 

“Indeed.” 

“And this manor? It’s one of the secrets left behind by someone you got rid of as well?” 

“No,” He said, “This was built from the ground up. Decades ago.” 

Decades. Again, another reminder of how many lives he had lived in the past century. It was almost fascinating. You opened your mouth to ask another question, but the door behind Bucky – which you hadn’t noticed earlier – opened and in walked two ladies with full trays in their hands. One of the trays filled with food, including a glass of wine, was brought over to you. 

You eyed the tray for a moment before you sent a questioning glare at Bucky. 

“What? Is it a surprise that I know what you like?” There was that smug grin again on his handsome face. 

Hunger won over confusion and anger, so you took a bite out of some food before you asked, “How did you put up such a good façade? For so long?” Hiding all of this couldn’t have been easy, right? 

“I didn't.” He answered. “I thought a broken soldier was what I needed to be, all I could ever be.” He smiled, “Then I met you and for the first time, I craved a simpler life. One where we could have nothing but time to do what we wanted, and no longer have to partake in fights that aren't ours.” 

You genuinely wanted to know, so you asked softly, “Is this truly what you want, Buck? To sit here and say to hell with the world outside?” 

“Isn’t it peaceful?” He questioned, “No meetings, or briefings. No country out to get us, no enemies out to kill us.” 

You remained quiet. For a little while, you both ate in silence. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on each one of your movements. He kept quiet though, and then you asked, “Why is no one out to get you? Given who you are and who you used to be, one would assume you’d have the most enemies out there.” 

“I have friends in all the right places.” He answered. 

You frowned. “What does that mean?” 

He smirked, “Now, I can’t give away all my secrets, can I?” He said as he stood up, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin. “I have some things I need to do, you’ll find your way back to your room?” 

You nodded, though suspicious at the sudden freedom. 

He whispered a quick ‘good night’ and left. Which made you frown in confusion because why would he leave you here? When you could easily walk out? Was he expecting you to try and escape? Was he hoping you would? 

You got up from the table, and carefully walked out of the dining room, stepping into the hallway. You didn’t take the time to admire the scones on the walls, the paintings, anything. All you saw was the foyer and beyond which was the grand entrance of the manor. 

Even from the inside you could see the foggy air outside. The fog swirling around like smoke. It looked cold out. Even if you made a run for it, you would be sick and frozen by morning. 

You stood there for a moment, steps away from the foyer. There were no cameras, that was the first thing you looked for in the house. None of the housekeepers could be seen, you realised they made themselves scarce. 

You should’ve taken the staircase and gone back up to the bedroom. Maybe you’d question Bucky tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow he’d listen. But the front doors looked tempting. And that part of your brain which always went seeking trouble, the part that always pushed you into doing bold things, that part made you move towards the doors. 

Chances were that Bucky was watching, and you almost wanted him to see. To see that you couldn’t be kept here. So you went for it. You waited for some kind of alarm to go off as you turned the door knob and pulled open the door, stepping a foot out and then the other. But no alarm came. 

The fog messed with your vision, you couldn’t see further than the white marble steps. It was cold and you had no extra layers on. This was stupid. And yet, you took a few more steps down the marble stairs which led to what you assumed would be the front yard. 

You were about five steps down before you stopped. There was the silhouette of a male figure standing at the bottom of the stairs, engulfed by the fog. The moonlight made him look like a dark villain. Yet the shiny metal arm gave him away. “I thought you said I could walk away.” You tested the waters. 

“I did say you could.” He took a step up the stairs, “I didn’t say I would let you get too far.” 

You scoffed, trying your hardest to hide how you shivered in the cold night. The fog was all around you by now. All you could see was the faint outline of Bucky and the white stairs. 

“Get back inside,” He ordered. “It’s cold out.” 

“I won’t let you make a prisoner out of me.” 

“That’s not my goal here.” He sounded reassuring. 

“Then let me go.” 

“You know I can’t do that, doll.” He took another step, getting closer. You could tell by his stance that he was ready for it, should you want to fight your way out of here. 

And you did. You went for it. 

First a punch, then a kick. It was hard to keep your balance on marble stairs, but you did your best, just like when you two used to spar while training. 

You gave it your all, you tried your hardest to get him off his feet and on the ground and possibly make a run for it, but he anticipated each punch, each kick. You put up a decent fight for a few minutes, grunting at each failed punch and kick. 

“I don’t want to hurt you!” He growled, blocking yet another one of your punches. 

You didn’t stop, you kept trying until it hurt. Until he managed to have you pinned to the ground, your back hurting against the marble stairs, metal hand around your throat, his muscular body straddling yours right there on the cool marble stairs, the edge of the steps digging into your skin, making you hiss in pain. 

“Let go!” You spat bitterly at him, looking up and finding him glaring down at you. His breath fogged against the cold air. 

Bucky chuckled. “You forgot you trained you, doll? Hmm? You forgot who taught you everything you know about combat?” Bucky smirked as he leaned down. His face was directly above yours, his nose touching yours. “Do you know how many times I’ve had to walk away all hard after sparring with you?” He leaned just a little closer so his mouth hovered over yours. “It turned you on too, didn’t it? I could smell it then. And I can smell it now.” 

That did it. You managed to find enough energy to push him off of you, you were on him the moment his body hit the marble floor, straddling him and pinning him to the ground by the throat just like he did you. You could tell the edges of the stairs were digging into his back too by the way he hissed. But you didn’t let go.

“Enough.” You tightened your grip around his throat. “I won’t play this little game with you.” You breathed heavily, exhausted by now, “You want to stay here and pretend to be some tortured, gothic lord of the manor? Fine! Go ahead. But let me go.” 

“You don’t want to go.” He whispered, confidently. He just laid there, under you. Arms limp by his sides even though you knew too well that he could flip you around at any moment he wanted. 

“Oh yeah? Is that what you think?” 

He smirked. It annoyed you how handsome he was. “I know. If you so desperately wanted to get out of here then by now you would’ve used the knife you snuck into your pocket from the dinner table.” He chuckled. “Can’t do it, can you?” 

Damn him. And here you thought you were being slick. You didn’t realise his hands had moved, no longer limp on his sides but now on your legs, fingers reaching for the crease of your thighs, rubbing your skin through the thin PJ pants you wore. 

You gasped when his metal hand found its way between your parted legs, caressing you through the layers of clothing you wore. “Don’t you see?” He said, cold fingers moving along your waistband, “I’m doing this for us.” His fingers slipped into your pants, making you gasp even louder as you felt him touching you. 

Your face burned as you thought about how many times you’d dreamt of this moment. How many times had you pretended it was his hand touching you. But it was never in these circumstances. Never had you thought it would happen on marble stairs, surrounded by dense fog, in some mysterious manor. 

“Bucky,” You whispered, feeling his fingers slowly separating your wet folds, inspecting your slit before he slid one, then a second metal finger into you. 

“Yes, baby?” His other hand wandered all over your body as you straddled him, reaching up to cup your face. His thumb traced the shape of your mouth while his two metal fingers slid so perfectly in and out of you, making you ride his fingers just briefly to chase the feeling of them against you. “Doesn’t it feel good? Hmm?” He thrust his fingers deeper into you, his metal thumb gently rubbing your clit, “Does it feel better than your fantasies?” 

Damn him. 

You couldn’t help but grind against his hand, wanting more and more. You didn’t care about anything right now, all that mattered was how good it felt. How much, much better than your fantasies it was. But you wouldn’t tell him all that. 

He didn’t need to be told. He could see it. The way you moved your hips, the way you bit your lower lip to hold back your moans and whimpers, the way you clenched around his fingers. “Come for me, doll.” He whispered, feeling your grip loosen around his throat. “Come all over my fingers like a good girl.” 

You hated how quickly you came, grinding against his hand and riding his fingers like a desperate woman. The cold, the fog, your knees digging into the hard marble, none of it mattered as you came, panting and trying your hardest to catch your breath. 

“We should head back inside,” He said, catching you just in time as you were about to collapse on top of the stairs, cradling you carefully. “Don’t want you to catch a cold.” 

—

Two days later, Bucky asked you during breakfast if you wanted to see the walled garden. 

The two of you hadn’t talked much these past two days. You only saw Bucky at meal times, and kept to yourself mostly. The weather had been mostly rainy as well, even thunderstorms at night. It suited the foggy environment really well. 

Neither you nor Bucky brought up that night you two fucked. You crossed paths with him these past two days in the dining room, the hallways, and the main living room, but you didn’t say a word to each other. It was painfully awkward. 

You didn’t hate what happened. You just didn’t understand. You didn’t understand him, nor this situation. None of it. How can Bucky just switch like that? How did he manage to hide all this? What else could he be hiding? 

And this morning, now that the rain had temporarily disappeared and a soft sun was shining, when he offered to show you around the walled garden, it felt like he was extending a peaceful hand. So you agreed immediately. You could use some fresh air. Plus, you figured, you and Bucky would have to talk at some point. 

So by mid-morning, you followed him out into the yard. The walled garden was closeby, and it was one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen. It was huge. The landscaping was incredible, you could tell a lot of care went into it. 

This is...," You couldn’t come up with the right words. 

There was a pond in the middle. The four stone walls were covered with vines and the tiniest little flowers. The entrance was a moon gate, the entire thing was filled with brick pathways, a small section was dedicated to herbs, but most of the space was occupied by well trimmed hedges and bushes. 

"Beautiful, isn’t it?" He looked around, as if trying to see what it looks like from the eyes of someone seeing it for the first time. "I spend a lot of my time here." He sounded so calm as he said it. Like it brought him genuine happiness. 

"It's so peaceful here." 

You could hear the birds in the nearby trees. You could feel the breeze. The sweet smell of the flowers and slightly stronger scent of the herbs. The cool, damp ground while the smell of the rain lingered. The lush green vines surrounding the walls of the garden. It was more peaceful than it was breathtakingly beautiful. 

Its owner looked no less breathtaking. Dressed in simple dark trousers and a dark green sweater, he looked every bit the master of these grounds. He looked so different now, compared to the Bucky you used to know. 

"We should talk, Buck." You looked down, playing with the fabric of your soft sweater. 

"Yes," He agreed. "You've been ignoring me." He accused. 

You couldn’t look up at him, not even when he stepped closer. “Not ignoring you, I just… it’s hard to understand you, Bucky.” You explained. “One moment you were someone I knew for years, a constant in my life and now you’re… I don’t know this new you.” 

He remained quiet, listening. 

You continued. “Plus you talk about us living here like it was the plan all along.” 

“Wasn’t it?” He said, clenching his jaw then unclenching it. You hated how much you liked that. “Finding peace and a home. Wasn’t that the end goal? Or did you plan to sacrifice yourself in combat?” 

“Our job is to fight, Buck. We–” 

“Who said that?” He argued. “Haven’t we fought enough? Haven’t we given enough?” 

You sighed, looking away at the pond like it would have some answers. Then you said, “We can’t just live out here, away from everyone, leave the world to burn and pretend that this isn’t selfish, Buck.” 

Bucky shrugged, “Why? Nobody batted an eye when Stark did it.” 

“It was different for him.” You said, taking a few steps to reach the nearest rose bush. It had no flowers but you admired it all the same. “He had a family, a kid. He was a married man.” 

Bucky scoffed, “That’s it? That’s what it’ll take, then? I can marry you and give you a child.” He sounded partially playful. And it made you roll your eyes. 

“Shut up, Buck.” 

He chuckled. For a moment it sounded like the many bickerings you two always had as friends. For a moment all of this felt normal, comfortable. 

But it couldn’t be, could it? 

“You’re gonna have to let me go at some point.” 

“No.” He answered, sounding sure of himself as he pulled you into his arms. “I won’t let you go back and fight till it kills you. All so you can protect a world or its people who won’t even care that you died for them.” 

“That’s not your choice to make.” You looked up at him, unable to help yourself as you looked down at his soft lips, wondering what they tasted like. 

“It is.” He argued, leaning in so his mouth brushed against yours. “We could live normal lives, away from all that. Just you and me. We could travel, see whatever little beauty is left in this world. And just be free. Be us.” 

You pushed him away even though all you wanted was to be close to him. “And then what?” You asked, “We’ll be together forever? I have a couple more decades at best. I’m human, remember that.” 

He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets and said, “You could change that.” 

You frowned. “What does that mean?” 

Nothing could’ve prepared you for what he said next. “I have vials of the serum used on me. Not all of it was destroyed over the years.” He sent a curious look your way. “Maybe if you–,” 

You shook your head, rushing past him and almost running back into the house. “You’re insane, Bucky Barnes!” 

Bucky ran after you, “Wait, I didn’t mean it like that, baby. I didn’t mean right now!” 

“No!” You stopped and turned to face him, pointing a finger at his face. “After all that you told me the other night, about being trapped in an alien body and all, now you suggest that you’ll have me take the serum just so you can live out this sick, twisted fantasy you created of us in your head?” 

Bucky stepped closer to you, reaching out with his metal arm and pulling you closer to him. “I’m saying you’d have the choice. I would never force you. And you know that.” 

You were quiet for a moment, breathing heavily as you stared into his deep blue eyes. You didn’t know why, maybe it was the stress of these past few days and this conversation you two had just had, but your eyes burned as you began tearing up. “What happened to you, Buck?” Your voice cracked as you asked. 

You closed your eyes, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. You felt his face getting closer and closer until he pressed his forehead against yours, both his arms circling around you. 

“I’m sorry,” He said, “I shouldn’t have said that. I… I don’t know how to keep you close to me.” 

You didn’t say anything. You just let him hold you, while you felt that inner turmoil growing. 

— 

You ignored Bucky again for the next week or so. You stopped showing up to join him for meals, so he resorted to having your food sent up to your room for you. In that week of silent treatment, you’d began talking to the lovely ladies who worked in his home. 

The oldest of the two was the most affectionate, and she always brought you extra servings of your favourite desserts. Which you had been ignoring. 

One night as she brought your dinner in she said, “He hasn’t been eating well either, you know?” 

You pretended you didn’t care. So you didn’t say anything. 

The kind lady spoke again, “He’s not bad at heart.” 

You couldn’t help but ask, “How long have you known him?” 

She smiled fondly, “Decades. I came looking for work when the house was being built. I’m from the nearby town, you see? And my family… Well, they disowned me after I had a child out of wedlock. I had nowhere to go. But James took me in.” She chuckled, “Of course, I’ve grown old since.” 

But he remained the same. 

She continued, “He’s always been kind. A little cold, maybe. But he’s kind.” She paused and added, “And he’s lonely. He’s trapped, you see? In a world he should’ve never been in. Companionship, perhaps, would make this a little more bearable for him.” 

“It’s not so easy to give up what he’s asking me to. He’s asking me to give up everything, to leave it all behind.” Granted there wasn’t much to leave in the first place. You had no family, and the only friends you had were the ones you fought alongside with. 

She carefully reached out and touched your cheek. The warmth of her hand made you smile faintly. “We all make sacrifices for love, don’t we?” 

You sighed, “I think he’s hurt, and confused.” 

She laughed quietly, “Oh James is many things, confused isn’t one of them.” 

You frowned. “Do you not see that he’s wrong?” You sounded unsure of yourself for a moment there. 

“For choosing to live his life how he wants to? For wanting a better life for you? No.” 

Fine then. “What about how he’s keeping me here?” 

She smiled again. “You know, he always talks about you since the day you two first met years ago. And he always told me how brilliant you were, how strong and brave you were in combat. How well you did in training and how easily you took down men twice the size of you.” She smiled proudly, even though she’d just met you. “And you know what I think?” She paused, “I think if you really wanted to leave, you would’ve fought your way out of here already.” Then before she left your bedroom she added, “Don’t underestimate how much that man loves you.” 

You didn’t sleep all night because you kept replaying that conversation in your head. Over and over again. Were you here, truly, on your own volition after all? Did you subconsciously want this over the violence? 

— 

The next morning, Bucky was surprised to find you making your way into his library. He watched quietly how you paused at the doorway, wide-eyed and startled. 

“You have a library.” 

It sounded less awe-struck and more like an accusation. Like how dare he have a whole ass library and not show it to you earlier? Bucky saw a glimpse of the normal you, and he couldn’t help but smile. This was a gift after a whole week of you ignoring him and him pretending like he wasn’t walking around sulking. “Did you lose your way or did you mean to ruin your streak of giving me the silent treatment?” 

He smirked when you glared at him. 

Damn, his smirk. The way it lit up his handsome face… it had been too long since you’d come. And given he had admitted to having heard you masturbate before, you didn’t dare do it under his own roof. So it was safe to say that you were, maybe, just a little touch-starved and needy. 

And him looking this good early in the morning was not helping. Tight black t-shirt, and soft, grey PJ pants. How dare he look this good while you were barely able to make sense of all that was happening? 

“We should talk. Properly. No fighting, no arguing.” You said. 

Bucky nodded, leaning against a nearby bookshelf. “What about?” 

You took a deep breath, “I think I know why I haven’t fought my way out of here yet. Because let’s face it, I could kick your ass if I really wanted to.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” 

You took a few steps around the room, eyeing the many shelves. It was a grand, two-level library. With ornate metal stairs that led to the top level. It would take a couple of lifetimes to read all the books here. Or maybe just one long super soldier lifetime. 

“Because I’m curious.” You admitted. “You were simply my friend before. But–” 

He added pompously, “One you have a crush on.” 

You ignored that, for now. “But now you’re… someone I don’t know. It’s hard to– it feels different. You feel different. And I can’t help it, but I want to know more. About this life you’re choosing to live. How is it so easy for you to make that choice without any guilt? I want to know.” 

Bucky took a moment to process, then asked, “Are you giving me a chance?” 

“I’m tired of being angry at you for kidnapping me.” You said, sighing. He opened his mouth to argue but you raised a hand to stop him. “I don’t agree with the way you did things, how you’re keeping me here, but I… I miss you, Buck. I miss us.” 

Well, since you were having an honest conversation, Bucky felt comfortable to ask, “Do you still like me?” There was a rare vulnerability in his tone. 

You allowed yourself to take a step closer to the shelf he was leaning against. Inching closer to him you murmured, “I would’ve stabbed you that very first night if I didn’t.” 

He smiled. You smiled back. 

—

Things were gradually getting back to normal after that. Well, about as normal as things can get when you’re forbidden from leaving the grounds of your friend’s manor. 

You’d missed your usual morning runs, so you resumed going on runs in the mornings. The grounds were more vast than you thought, it took you days to finally map out the entire place. All except the maze. You always ran by it, or around it, never daring to go inside it. Not yet. 

After your runs, and a quick shower, you’d always join Bucky for breakfast. Over time, you learned so much about him and the life he had here. It wasn’t just this magnificent home he owned, but numerous farms and multiple businesses in the small town nearby. 

Your ‘relationship’ with him changed as well. While the two of you didn’t have sex again, the tension was beginning to get too much to ignore. Quick kisses in the mornings, and lingering kisses at night. Oftentimes you were tempted to ask Bucky to spend the night with you, but you thought it’d be best to wait. After all, this was all so new. 

For the first time in years, you were actually contemplating leaving the ‘superhero’ duties behind and choosing yourself. It was hard not to constantly taste the guilt whenever you found yourself so close to giving into Bucky, and choosing what he was offering. 

—

“Do you really have the serum?” 

You asked one morning, while the two of you chose to have breakfast in the library. It was a rainy morning, and the library had massive windows so Bucky suggested you spend the morning there, knowing how much you liked it when it rained. 

You agreed. Who would say no to breakfast, good books, and a rainy morning? 

Then you got curious, and asked about the serum. 

Bucky nodded. “I managed to get my hands on a few vials.” 

Your eyes widened. “A few? How the hell did you do that?” 

Bucky had a humourless smile on his face. “They tended to give me some freedom whenever I took part in their…more peculiar experiments.” 

You were quick to say, “We don’t have to talk about it if–,” 

He cut you off and explained nonetheless, “They were trying to see if they could create a new generation of super soldiers naturally.” 

You wanted so much to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. Not out of pity, no. Just to remind him of how strong he is and how far he’s come. How he didn’t deserve all that he went through. 

“I had the chance, and I just took some of the vials and hid them out here.” 

“Can I ask why?” 

He kept that same humourless smile. “Out of desperation I guess. I secretly hoped that one day someone might want to be with me. And if needed, I could keep them with me for longer than their human life would naturally allow.” 

“Oh, Buck.” 

You couldn’t help yourself then. You stood up, walked around the small coffee table and sat on the arm of the sofa Bucky was currently sat on. Behind him, rain hit the window mercilessly as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into you. 

He leaned into the hug for a moment, before pulling onto his lap then properly hugging you. He shoved his face into your neck, just breathing. His arms around you were not letting you go anytime soon. 

“I need you.” He murmured against your neck, beginning to lightly kiss your skin. “Please,” He whispered. 

The desire in his voice couldn’t go unnoticed, and you were barely able to hold back either so you quickly straddled him properly. Thankfully the dress you’d chosen for today allowed you to move comfortably. 

Bucky hands were eager, touching you everywhere he could, greedy for more. He grabbed you by the hips and pressed you down, onto his prominent erection. He watched how you whimpered, how your hands found themselves under the tight fabric of his shirt, pressing against his chest, feeling him.

Bucky smirked when he felt your hands moving down his chest, further down until you were rapidly undoing his pants and freeing his throbbing cock. He caught the way you whimpered under your breath at the sight of him, then you went on to wrap your hand around him, slowly stroking him, making him throw his head back and groan under his breath. “Fuck, that feels good, baby. That’s it, keep going.” 

You leaned in close to him again, “I want you,” you whispered against his lips and then pressed your mouth to his. You slipped your tongue past his lips and slowly stroked the top of his mouth, unable to pretend any longer. 

He growled into your mouth, into the kiss as his hands rubbed up and down your sides lovingly. “Take me then. I’m all yours.” 

You didn’t waste any more time. You pulled away from the kiss briefly, lifting your lower body off his. Bucky helped by pulling your thin underwear to the side – both too impatient to properly take your clothes off – and he watched how you slowly lowered yourself down on his cock. 

Your body resisted just a little to fit him inside, but then he pulled you down till you sank down on him completely, both of you moaning at the feeling. 

Bucky grabbed your hips in place and gently thrust his hips up and you moaned wantonly as you felt him fill you up. “Fuck, baby… such a good girl for me.” 

You whimpered as the tip of his cock reached sensitive places you never knew existed. You took a good look at the man beneath you. He was beyond beautiful. Lips parted, breathing heavily. It gave you a warm rush to see him this worked up knowing you were the reason why. 

You moved faster then, impaling yourself down on his cock. You whimpered shamelessly as you felt him filling you up completely each time, feeling him reach deeper into you with each thrust. His metal hand slipped between the two of you and found your clit, he rubbed it lazily. 

“This little cunt was made for me, wasn’t it?” He groaned, looking up to watch how you frowned in pleasure. “All for me…”  

You leaned down to kiss him, biting down and tugging at his bottom lip while you sped up, and his cock stretched you out each time he filled you up. “You feel so good,” You mumbled. 

Bucky pulled your warm body closer to his. Your lips brushed against his each time you moved up and down his cock. “You’re mine.” He said. “You hear me?” 

You nodded, feeling him stretch you out as you stared into his eyes. Bucky held you at your waist and rhythmically thrust his hips up each time to match your movements. Brows furrowing and panting while you rode his cock. 

“Tell me you’re mine.” He panted against your cheek, kissing the side of your face and gripping your jaw with his hand. “Tell me you’re mine to fuck, to love, and care for. Tell me.” 

“All yours…” You didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, and he kept thrusting his hips up into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came, hard, feeling your walls squeezing and clenching around him as you came undone. You panted and leaned forward, pushing your face into his neck to catch your breath. 

Bucky came right after you, his warm load spilling inside of you, filling you up as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed your trembling body closer to him. 

You laid your head on his shoulder, catching your breath, as you thought of a lot of things. The main one being, you didn’t hate this at all. You wouldn’t mind if this was your daily life. Maybe it was the post-sex brain but, this felt so right and you didn’t ever want to leave this moment. 

—

It was hard keeping your hands to yourselves for the following days. You and Bucky began sleeping in the same bed. 

On days when the weather was good, Bucky would take you out and show you around the little town. It was cosy and perfect, and had the best bakeries in the world. Then he would take you to the many farms he owned, and you saw genuine happiness on his face. Like this calm life was indeed all he wanted. 

And time just flew by. You no longer kept track of days. 

One evening, Bucky asked, “Have you been in the maze yet?” 

You linked your elbow to his as the two of you made your way downstairs, and said, “Not yet. It looks… I don’t know, intimidating. And it’s huge, I worry I’ll get lost.” 

Bucky chuckled. “Want me to take you?” 

“Right now? But it’s getting dark.” 

“Come,” He led you to the front door, crossing the foyer, “It’s prettier at night anyway.” 

It was dark out, but there were golden lights placed all around the tall hedge maze. It wasn’t too lit up but just enough to create the right ambiance and allow one to roam around comfortably. It was colder inside, you realised as you held onto Bucky’s hand and let him guide you deeper and deeper inside. 

The fog was beginning to float around, settling just above the ground the deeper you went inside the maze. You shivered, despite the coat Bucky insisted you wore before stepping out of the house. 

“Don’t be scared, baby.” Bucky reassured you as he wrapped his arm tighter around you. “I’m right here.” 

The maze wasn’t creepy by any means. Like everything else on these grounds, it was hauntingly beautiful. Timeless. Like it knows too much, like it was alive and it remembered. It was inviting, even as you went deeper and deeper until you reached the middle. And faced the gigantic water fountain, in the middle of which, placed on a stone pedestal was the minotaur statue. 

It felt alive too. Like he was waiting for a command to move. 

The middle area was spacious, tidy and beautiful. With alcoves, benches, bird feeders, and brick pathways. And in the dark, with fog swirling around, it looked like a scene from a movie. 

Bucky stood back and let you take it all in. He watched how you slowly walked around the fountain, admiring the intricate details, admiring the statue. 

Then you asked, “Why the minotaur?” You stopped at the other side of the fountain, watching Bucky through the soft streams of water that fell. 

Bucky smiled. “For dramatics, mostly. I like the myth.” 

You chuckled. “I see.” 

Bucky shoved his hands into his coat pockets and asked, “You ever wonder what truly happened to the maidens that were sent into the minotaur’s maze?” 

“They were never seen again. He either ate or killed them according to the myths.” You answered. 

He nodded, “Or maybe he didn’t hurt them. Maybe they just never wanted to leave.” 

Ah. So he was speaking in riddles again. “Like how you don’t want me to ever leave?” 

“You won’t.” He sounded too sure, yet again. 

“You sound very sure.” You watched him carefully. 

Bucky smiled, “You forget that I know you, doll. Better than you know yourself.” He paused, then added, “You find comfort in the darkness too.” 

“Comfort?” 

Bucky remained on the other side of the fountain as he spoke, the fog swirling around him almost like he ordered it to. “You think I don’t know you have trouble sleeping? That the nightmares bother you too? Of all the missions we’ve been on, the people we’ve had to kill for some greater good? Cities we demolished? Houses and families we tore apart? All in the name of being altruistic heroes?” 

Suddenly you had trouble breathing. 

Bucky continued, this time walking around the fountain and slowly getting closer to you, “That’s why you like running, isn’t it? You pretend you’re running from it all. You pretend you’re free. That you can finally escape it all and put an end to it. You run till your legs get numb, till your lungs burn. Till each breath hurts. So it can finally feel like well-deserved punishment.” 

“Stop.” You audibly gasped for air this time, as your eyes began watering. You no longer felt the cold. No longer felt the dampness of the fog. Nothing, but the ache in your chest. 

“I’ve been there, doll. No matter what you do, it doesn’t go away. The guilt doesn’t go away. Not until you stop and walk away from that life.” 

“Bucky, please…” You turned around, not able to face him anymore as the tears fell down your cheeks. You heard him getting closer. You felt his warmth against your back as he placed his arms around you, pulling you in. 

“Maybe that’s why the maidens never left the maze.” He said. “Maybe they realised that his darkness was better than the cruel world who reduced their pure hearts and souls to being mere sacrifices.” 

The night had gotten colder somehow. The wind had picked up, like it was about to rain. The fog clinging to the hedges was thicker now. 

“Stay with me.” He whispered into your ear. “It’s chaos out there. Stay here with me.” 

You sniffled quietly. “I’m scared, Buck.” 

The rain came then. Light drizzle, then slowly getting heavier. Bucky pulled you to the nearest alcove and kept you safe and warm between the stone wall and his muscular body, sheltering you from the rain. 

“I’m here.” He reassured you. 

“I’m scared.” You repeated, holding onto him like he was the only thing you’d ever hold. 

Bucky pressed his lips against your forehead, “I know, baby. I know.” He murmured. “But I see you. You'll never have to pretend with me. I know you’re tired, of fighting, of being good and getting nothing in return. It’s okay to stop, baby. We’ll never have to fight or kill again.” He sounded hopeful. “We’ll be happy here.” So hopeful, and pure that it hurt. “I’m here, doll. It’s okay.” 

You couldn’t help but kiss him. Bucky kissed you back ferociously, like he’d held back all those times before, but now he no longer could. His hands wandered, pulling your dress up quickly as he knelt in front of you before you could even process it. 

He pressed his lips to your inner thighs, kissing you wherever he could as his fingers lowered your underwear down to your ankles. You stepped out of it as his mouth got closer and closer to your dripping core. 

“Bucky…” You sighed, as you felt his breath against your wet folds. You couldn’t help but slide your fingers into his soft hair, as he brought his mouth over to your clit, sucking on it hard enough to make you squirm in pleasure, your back digging into the stone wall of the alcove. 

His tongue slid up and down your folds, teasing your entrance, occasionally flicking your clit. “So fucking good,” He whispered, hands caressing and groping your thighs as he ate you out. His tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit. 

He parted your legs further as he slowly brought a metal finger up to your clit, watching it sliding agonisingly slowly down your slit, parting your wet folds.

You shivered under his cold touch, then bit your lip to refrain from moaning too loudly. You sighed, then gasped audibly as he slid a metal finger inside you, stroking your walls gently while he placed his mouth back on your clit. “Please…” You begged, wanting more.

Lips brushing against your wetness he asked, “Will you promise to stay here with me? Forever?” He growled as you kept whining and squirming under his addicting touch, “Answer me.” 

“Yes…” You whispered, breathless and wanting. “Yes, I will.” You moaned. 

He smirked against your wet skin before standing back up, enjoying the way you whined in protest. “You’re mine.” He said. 

You whined again, “Bucky, please…”

He chuckled and undid his pants before picking you up and kissing you deeply as he pinned you to the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist and his cock briefly brushed against your wet folds, making you shiver at the brief contact. 

You couldn’t take the teasing anymore. Moaning into the kiss you said, “Bucky please,” You begged, “I need you. I need you… please.” You whispered. 

Bucky kissed down your neck, peppering it with kisses as he aligned his throbbing tip with your entrance. Slowly, he pushed himself into you. His fingers digging into your skin as he held you by your hips, and yours holding on to his shoulders as he filled you up nicely. 

“This is all you wanted? Hmm?” He groaned, moving just the slightest bit. “You’re so perfect, baby.” 

He held you up against him as he sped up into you. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and mumbled, “You’ll always be mine.” He growled, “And we’ll be happy forever here.” 

Behind him, just beyond the shelter of the alcove, the rain was getting heavier. Louder. But with your heartbeats echoing in your ears you could barely focus on it. 

You whined just a little louder this time and his mouth soon found yours again. He nibbled on your bottom lip and you let out shaky breaths as he kept fucking into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls perfectly. 

Bucky nibbled on the skin under your ear and you lost it. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was his body and his cock inside of you. 

You whimpered, “Can I please come?” 

“Go on, baby.” He mumbled softly against your skin while he fucked you like an animal, “Come all over my cock,” He spoke, fucking you harder and deeper. 

Your throbbing clit rubbed against his pelvic bone each time he buried himself completely in you and it was hard to even think coherently.

He quickened his pace, whispering, “Mine… ” in your ear as he pounded into you as fast as he could, your back slamming into the stone wall with each thrust.

You could hear the sounds of your skin slapping against each other over the heavy rain. Your legs started to shake around him as he quickened his pace, now pounding into you mercilessly.

“Come for me, doll.” 

You couldn’t hold back anymore. So, you came undone around his cock, whining and whimpering. Walls clenching around him, nails scratching down his neck and a strained moan escaping your mouth as you came hard. More tears streaming down your face. 

He came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls, moaning into your ear when he felt your walls clenching violently around him. 

He didn’t pull out immediately. He just kept his cock carefully buried in you. He relished your warmth and leaned in to kiss you again, passionately, much more gentle than before. “I’ve got you,” He murmured. “You’re safe with me.”

The epiphany of it all made you unable to stand on your two feet for too long. You briefly remembered Bucky carrying you all the way out of the maze, into the house and up the stairs. 

You fully came back to your own body only after Bucky had submerged you in a warm bath. With him seated behind you and caressing your spent body. 

“Are you okay, doll?” 

You nodded, sitting with your back to his chest. “I’m okay.” You whispered.

Bucky’s hand rubbed your back in a soothing way that had you sighing in bliss. Then he said, “I’ll take you somewhere nice tomorrow.” 

You smiled with your eyes closed, leaning into his touch. “Where?” 

“It’s a surprise.” 

“How many more secrets have you kept from me?” 

He chuckled. “Enough that it would take you a lifetime to uncover them all.” 

“You have a lot of faith in the durability of this relationship.” You teased. 

“Hmm, I do.” He sighed as he left soft kisses all over the side of your face. Outside the rain was getting harsh and loud again. But here, everything was warm and perfect. “You can’t run from me.” He teased. 

Couldn’t you? You sighed. Did you even want to anymore?

Maybe you would end up finding comfort in the darkness with him. In the familiarity of his arms. In the warmth of his touch and smiles. Hell, maybe you’d be willing to take the serum one day. But all that for later, being here was all that mattered right now. 

You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, back pressing against his chest as you let him hold you. 

A lifetime… yeah that didn’t sound too bad. 

Bucky kissed your forehead as you leaned your head back, resting it on his shoulder. Safe, satisfied, and in his arms. He often dreamed of this. He kissed your forehead again as he smiled. He knew what you must be thinking about. He could almost hear it. 

He knew you were having a slight hard time accepting all this, choosing it. The guilt would go away in time. He would do whatever it takes to help you adjust to your new life. And everything would be perfect then. 

There was a small voice in his head that told him that he shouldn’t ignore the possibility that this could be a ruse. That you were playing along, trying to earn his trust, waiting for him to have his guard down so you could run from here. 

Bucky smirked as he leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, his arms firm around you as you both soaked in the last few moments of the warm water before it got cold. 

He wasn’t stupid, and you were a very smart woman, so of course he’d thought about that possibility. And though he knew the chances of this being true were very slim, he couldn’t just sit and wait. Could he? That’s why he took all the precautions he could beforehand. 

He made sure, even if you were to leave him and run back to what used to be your ‘normal’ lives, that there was nothing left for you to go back to.

There was no one left. Another secret of his, tucked away. 

But he would always be here for you. Bucky turned his head and kissed your forehead again. He vowed to love you enough that, like the maidens in the myths, you’d never want to leave his maze either. 

Fin. 

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Civil War - Brooklyn - Masterlist

Status: In Progress

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death.

Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?

Chapter 1  ✪  Chapter 2  ✪  Chapter 3 

Chapter 4  ✪  Chapter 5  ✪  Chapter 6   

Chapter 7  ✪  Chapter 8  ✪  Chapter 9  

Chapter 10  ✪  Chapter 11  ✪  Chapter 12          

Chapter 13  ✪  Chapter 14  ✪  Chapter 15   

Chapter 16  ✪  Chapter 17  ✪  Chapter 18

Chapter 19 ✪ Chapter 20

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A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD. Taglist is closed

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Echo that thunders

Bucky Barnes x female reader

summary: The life you and Bucky built has crumbled. Or so you think. But maybe some ruins can be reconstructed, if true love is given a chance?

warnings: angst; lots of feels; hurt/comfort; divorced couple; mention of past infidelity; marital problems; both Reader and Bucky are self-blaming and self-punishing idiots; and obviously are still deeply in love; they need therapy and I encourage that; reconciling intimacy (yes, I mean sex with feelings and tears); Alpine is almost squeezed to death with love (truly affectionately);

word count: 6k

Author's Note: This is my entry for Eight Types of Love challenge from @the-slumberparty. I took a twist on pragma: exes with feelings.

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Every week the hollow in your chest would ache and you’d try to cram it with sweetness of fleeting moments: catching the pure joy and love on your little boy’s face, mulling your sorrow with pastries that you’d eat alone, then quiet your longing with laughter and shouts of your friends. 

You made it look like it was easy, like you didn’t die a little every damn Friday when you drove your son to his father’s place. 

Maybe you’d feel better if it was the mother missing her baby boy for the weekend, but the wounds opened not for the few days of empty nest, but because seeing Bucky ripped you to pieces. 

You wouldn’t avoid it, though. He loved your son so much, was so happy to spend every possible day with him and you would never take that away from either of them. 

Even if it hurt. 

Truth be told, you wouldn’t let anyone take that away from you, either. Because the pain of seeing Bucky was also sprinkled with that fluttering, bittersweet feeling. Love that you still harbored. 

You didn’t think it was possible to ever stop loving Bucky. 

As you proved, it was possible to divorce him, but it didn’t sever the hold he had on your heart and soul. 

So you welcomed the ache in your chest as an invisible iron fist clenched its cold claws around your heart, when Bucky smiled and waved at you from the sidewalk in front of his building. You knew he waved at your little boy, who was already bouncing in his seat, but you couldn’t help the smile spreading on your lips in return.

“Hi, rascals!” Bucky greeted you, the same way he’s been greeting the both of you ever since your son was born. 

He waited for you to round the car after you parked it, loosely wrapping an arm around your middle and giving you that awkward half-hug. 

You assumed it was as awkward for him as it was for you, though for different reasons.

Bucky was simply nice, trying his hardest to maintain a good rapport with you for the sake of your son, while he had to be repulsed by you inwardly. For you, the hug was difficult, because you always craved to bury yourself within his arms and feel that protective, loving hold. 

“Hi,” you smiled and ducked under his arm, before he noticed that pathetic longing shining in your eyes. 

You went to retrieve a small bag and backpack with Stevie’s clothes and belongings, while Bucky unbuckled your son from the car seat and scooped the boy up in his arms. Joyous squeal “Daddy!” melted you all over again, reminding you how ecstatic the boy was every time Bucky returned home - no matter if he’s been gone a few days on a mission, or just an hour running errands. 

When you turned to them, the sight of them grinning at each other froze you on the spot. You were aware that Stevie shared some of Bucky’s mimics, but it was that moment when your boy pressed his cheek to Bucky’s and they both looked your way with lopsided grins that shattered your heart into pieces. 

You squashed the flare of sorrow inside, saving it for later when you’re alone with a pint of ice cream. 

Bucky had suggested a couple of times that he could come pick Stevie up from your place, but you were too scared of seeing Bucky back in the apartment where you all used to live together. Where the love and happiness were supposed to be forever. 

You were scared he’d come inside and see that you still had a few photographs of him on the shelves. 

You reasoned that it was for the sake of your son, so that he felt his dad’s presence at all times, but you couldn’t fully let go of Bucky yourself. 

“Hey,” Bucky took the bag from your hands, but left you holding Stevie’s backpack. “Can you come upstairs for a second? I wanted to talk something over.”

He always invited you under the pretext of talking over some details regarding Stevie, but ended up dealing with it in two sentences and then coaxing you into a neutral small talk that left you all the more missing him. 

Yet you couldn’t force yourself to say no. 

“Sure.” You nodded, squeezing the strap of the small, red backpack in your trembling fingers. 

Bucky’s apartment, which he got after you filed for divorce, was small, but clean and spacious enough for a four year old and a cat.   

Alpine stuck her head from behind a wall when you entered. She made a tiny meowing sound and walked forward, but the second Bucky put your son on his feet the cat bolted away. Stevie of course followed, running after the furball with glee.

“So I know there’s still plenty of time to plan summer vacation-” Bucky started, leading you toward the counter separating the kitchen from the living room- “but Sam invited us to Louisiana, to spend a few weeks at his sister’s place.”

“Oh.” It was instinctive, that very first thought about your baby boy being away for weeks. In a different state, nonetheless. 

However, you promised yourself to not be an overprotective, controlling mother. And you trusted Bucky with your son at all times. 

“That sounds fun.” You relaxed your shoulders and smiled. “I’m sure Stevie will love it. Especially if you take him on a boat.”

He was in a marine fascination phase. At least once every few weeks you had to go to the aquarium and turn on Discovery channel instead of morning cartoons. 

“Maybe I’ll manage to re-do his bedroom, while he’s away with you,” cogs in your brain started turning. “It’d be a fun surprise when he gets back.” 

“Won’t you need help with that?” Bucky asked, perking up. “We could do that on the weekend when he’s with your parents? You know I’d be happy to help. We can rope Sam into it, too.”

He sounded so eager. For a fleeting moment you enjoyed the warmth at the thought of the two of you doing something for your son together, but you quickly reminded yourself that Bucky would do absolutely anything for Stevie, including dealing with your presence.    

“Umm, sure,” you swallowed nervously, “if you’re not on a mission.”

You regretted saying it, seeing a flash of guilt on Bucky’s face. 

It was a sore subject and bringing it up hurt you both. 

You always admired Bucky for what he did, how much he risked to save others. It didn’t change the fact, however, that saving the world meant neglecting you at times. He tried his best, you knew he did. Still, it hurt when you spent some nights and celebrations alone. 

“We’ve made some changes on the rooster.” Bucky didn’t look at you as he talked, instead focusing on taking out ingredients from the fridge. “It’s doable to book some dates as non-active.”

“That’s good!” You tried to sound genuinely happy for him, while inside you felt a wave of rage that the accommodation wasn’t made when you needed it in the past. “All of you deserve rest and to, you know, live your private lives, too.” 

“Yeah.” Bucky’s shoulders drove up in tension even as he nodded. 

You stayed quiet for a long moment, the sound of your son’s giggles coming from the bedroom where he chased Alpine filled the space, but didn’t ease the sudden heaviness. 

“I better-” you started at the same time that Bucky began:

“Do you want to-”

Both of you paused, but before either motioned at the other to finish, you were interrupted by a pitiful meow and soft paddle of your four year old’s feet.

You both turned and watched your son wobble as he carried Alpine. Though carried was a bit of a stretch to describe two tiny arms tightly wrapped around the upper half of the cat’s body, with its head barely sticking out and two front legs sticking upwards while the rest of the furry body dangled down. 

You quickly covered your mouth to stifle the burst of laughter, but Bucky behind you couldn’t help the snort. 

“Buddy.” He moved around the counter and crouched in front of Stevie. “Alpine knows you love her lots and want to play with her, but this is a bit uncomfortable for her.”

You thought the cat is an actual saint for not having yet scratched Stevie for all the love she was getting from him. 

“Hey!” You chimed in, reaching for the small backpack. “You forgot about the present you have for Alpine.”

“Mousey!” Stevie dropped the cat almost instantly and ran towards you. 

“A present, huh?” Bucky placated Alpine, scratching her behind the ear while she rubbed against his leg. 

“Made it with mommy!” Your son beamed proudly after you fished out the small toy from his backpack. “For artses-” which was his version of saying art classes. “But mommy said it’s perfect for Apine.”

It was a bright blue, slightly askew, crocheted mouse. With a very, very long tail. You thought it would be perfect for Stevie to hold the end of the tail and slide the mouse across the floor, so Alpine could chase it.

“It really is,” Bucky nodded, noticing that the soft toy had caught Alpine’s attention. “Why don’t you run around with it, play nicely with Alpine, while I make us spaghetti?”

Stevie didn’t have to be told twice. Alpine seemed eager for this kind of play, as well. Chasing a new toy surely was more preferable than being squeezed to death. 

Bucky straightened. His tall, broad figure filled your vision. He was much closer now, with no counter separating you. He looked after your son fondly, then his soft gaze switched to you. Not for a second did the affection fade in his eyes as he looked at you. 

“Thank you,” he almost whispered, touching your shoulder gently.

You wanted to blurt out that there was nothing to thank for, but you understood what he meant. The same way you were grateful for his concern whenever you had a cold and he took Stevie so you could rest (bringing you some chicken broth on his way), or that he picked you up when your car died. The small gestures each of you displayed, that betrayed care neither of you seemed to be able to lose. 

Bucky’s hand slowly slid down your arm and because you were so lost in the blue of his eyes and the tenderness of the moment, you forgot to brace yourself for the small sting that his touch brought when he passed your forearm.

You winced. 

Unfortunately, Bucky noticed.

Instantly, he stilled. His hand remained on your forearm, but his touch eased. His gaze flicked from your face to the spot covered by your sleeve and up to your face again. 

“What is it?” Worry pinched his features. “Are you injured?”

He moved even closer, angling his head so he could maintain eye contact with you, even though he towered over you. He gently took your wrist into his metal hand and carefully rolled your sleeve up. 

“It’s nothing. It’s-” 

Words died on your tongue when Bucky’s gaze hardened, a muscle in his jaw twitching, as his gaze landed on the injured spot. 

There were no visible bruises. Not to you, anyway. You mostly felt the tenderness of that area than saw any marks. But Bucky’s senses were enhanced and he definitely could see the difference in the smallest changes of your skin, the barest hint of different pigmentation. 

And, much to your dismay, you could never lie to him. 

“Who did that?” Bucky kept calm, but you sensed the concern bursting into protective rage inside of him. 

“Someone, who is no longer in the picture.” You replied, tilting your chin up. “I may have not expected it happening, but once it did, I wouldn’t chance it repeating.”

The whole attempt at dating was so uncomfortable for you, but seeing some pap pictures of Bucky with an unknown female had made you impulsively agree to the fifth invite from a guy from accountants. 

It was irrational and irresponsible - as some of your past mistakes. There was nothing that suggested Bucky and that woman were connected in any way beside the work area. They weren’t even alone in that place. It’s just that he had his hand on her back and she was giving him a flirtatious smile. 

Well, your jealous brain told you it’s flirtatious. The same brain that forgot to remind you that it was no longer your business if and whom Bucky was dating.

So you went on the stupid date yourself, feeling all kinds of wrong during it. Then got a glimpse of what shit you almost got yourself into, when you wanted to end your date short and the guy called you a tease. His hold on your forearm when you tried to leave was forceful enough to leave a painful reminder. 

“I’d still like to know the name.” Bucky’s gaze shone a dark glint; plates in his metal arm moved in a reflection of muscles tensing. 

“No need.” Placing your free hand on his chest to soothe him was a habit, you didn’t even realize you were doing it. “I promise you, he won’t ever find himself near Stevie.”      

Bucky frowned at that. Suddenly, he was letting go of your arm and cupping the side of your face instead.

“Baby,” it slipped out of his mouth as mindlessly and naturally as you touched him. 

“I know you’d never let anyone hurt our son. But no harm should come your way, either. The guy deserves having his fingers dislocated.”

Bucky wasn’t a violent person. His past, which was beyond his control, painted a certain picture that some people still believed in. But you knew how soft-hearted and kind he really was. He used force and combat in missions, but his teammates knew he would be the first one to show mercy and pull back his punches. 

However, he was protective. And when he entered that mode, he could be very scary. 

Your fingers on his chest clenched slightly, gripping the fabric of his soft, blue henley; as if you were trying to stop him from marching away and finding whoever posed as a threat.

You felt the steady thud of Bucky’s heartbeat beneath your palm, the rhythm of his breath. You sensed the moment his muscles slightly relaxed.

“How about-” hands cupping your face slowly slid down and away, but Bucky didn’t put any distance between you- “you stay for dinner and we’ll talk more about it later?” 

There was nothing to talk about, really. Or maybe there was, but it shouldn’t be Bucky giving you the talk. His concern only messed with your head and your heart, leaving you with incomparable longing and aching solitude when you went back home. 

You opened your mouth to refuse his proposal, but your son suddenly found himself nearby and torpedoed your resilience.

“You gonna stay mommy?” He looked up at you with big, hopeful eyes. 

Bucky and you made sure to be together for important events like Stevie’s birthday, or kindergarten recitals, or even for the 4th of July. But day to day everything happened separately. You didn’t share meals, or walks, or trips the way you used to when you were married. 

You were aware of the impact it had on your son, but one can’t be divorced and still spend every day with each other. 

However, you couldn’t find the strength at the moment to crush your son’s unexpected spark of joy at the prospect of something so simple like spending the afternoon with both of his parents. 

You couldn’t deny your deep, wallowing desire to spend some more time in Bucky’s presence, either. As self-harming as it could be. 

“Um-” you swallowed nervously as you looked down at your little boy. “Yeah- yes, I’ll stay. You know I always liked your daddy’s cooking.” 

Your heart nearly burst when Stevie launched himself forward, wrapping his small arms around yours and Bucky’s legs. Then he was running away, with even more bounce to his skip than before. 

To your relief, Bucky easily switched the topic to casual conversation as you joined him in the kitchen to help prepare dinner. He told you a few latest, funny stories; gushed about a new book series he started reading; asked about your dad’s knee surgery. 

Falling into this comfortable pattern of domesticity with him was too easy. Like you haven’t been living separately for the past year, nursing deeply hidden resentment (which you expected from Bucky) and heartbreak. You knew it would hit you harder when you got back home, step into that silent, empty bedroom, which once upon a time was your nest of safety, laughter and love. 

All of which you blew up. 

You didn’t protest too strongly when Bucky fed your son an extra portion of ice cream after dinner, you were too distracted with your own ache that was spreading its nasty vines over you. 

You played with the melting scoops in your own bowl as Bucky picked up a half-asleep Stevie and carried him to the bedroom. Alpine trotter right after them. From the occasional pictures that Bucky sent you when Stevie was staying at his place, you knew that the cat would jump onto the bed next to your boy and fall asleep with him. 

When Bucky returned and sat beside you on the couch, his presence almost toppled you into a sobbing fit. 

Once upon a time, you’d cuddle on the sofa in your living room and talk for hours, or watch shows, or make out. Even sitting in silence, while Bucky read a book and you browsed social media, was comforting and easy. 

There was nothing easy about it now. Because that desperate need to crawl into his arms and have him chase the sorrows away couldn’t be sated.  

“I’m sorry about earlier.” Bucky’s quiet voice surprised you.

You blinked as you looked at him, slightly confused with what he was talking about.

“I know you’re responsible and very strong. You’re more than capable of looking after yourself and don’t need my meddling in your intimate life.” He said, staring down at some spot and not meeting your eyes. 

The words intimate life sounded as if he almost choked on them.

“I know it’s too late to mend what I fucked up.” He sighed, bowing his head even lower.

Your heart ached, seeing him so resigned.

“James Buchanan Barnes, what the hell are you talking about?!” Instinct to rush to his aid kicked you from your stupor. 

The anger at yourself heightened as once again you saw first hand how much you hurt him. Bucky wasn’t flawless, but he didn’t deserve what you’ve put him through. To know that your actions added to his tendency to self-blame, only made you hate yourself more.

“It was me who fucked everything up.” You countered, setting the bowl on the coffee table with a loud thud. You shifted on the couch, turning your body so that you could face Bucky directly. 

“I broke what we had. I- I broke your heart and you never deserved such awful treatment!”

Neither of you deserved all that pain, but it was on you to take the responsibility for it.  

“I’m not gonna lie, the divorce hurt more than falling off that damn train…” Bucky’s voice quivered with emotion; his fingers shook slightly as he wiped his palms on his thighs.

“Divorce?” You paused, slightly stunned. “I mean, I know it was hard. For both of us. But I knew I needed to set you free after what I’ve done.” 

It was Bucky’s turn to frown, his muscles pinching in a quizzical look as if he didn't understand what you were aiming at, at all. 

“Bucky, I cheated on you!” You hissed loudly, but minding your voice enough to not wake your son.

There it was. The heaviest of truths which triggered the whole domino effect and which both of you avoided naming directly.

But Bucky deserved it - you admitting your faults. There was enough on his shoulders and you couldn’t stand the thought of him taking this burden onto him as well, when it was yours to pay for.

Bucky’s face cleared of confusion, however his frown deepened. 

“What I know is that you were hurt, alone and inebriated. A state some douchebag took advantage of.” There was an undertone of anger in his tone, but not directed at you.

You shook your head in exasperation. 

Leave it to Bucky Barnes to be an understanding, chivalrous knight. It was a wonderful trait, but shouldn’t apply on all occasions, to all people. It definitely should be directed at you. As much as you’d love to follow that reasoning, you had enough self-awareness and responsibility to not go easy on yourself.  

“Being drunk doesn’t excuse what I did.” You stated.

“It wouldn’t, if that was your aim.” Bucky argued. “But tell me, did you go to that bar because you were looking for a hookup? To get back at me?” He rushed with his counter arguments. 

When you tried to turn your head slightly to avoid his gaze, he squeezed your chin between his fingers and gently guided you to look back at him. 

It was hard. To face him when the memories of that awful evening replayed in your head, bringing back a wave of shame and regret. You vomited three days in a row after that night; and only the first half of the first day was due to the alcohol. All the rest was stress and guilt. 

“No, you didn’t.” Bucky continued when you remained silent. 

“You went there, because it was our anniversary and I wasn’t home. I was on a mission. Again,” he sighed regretfully, aware of how his absence weighed down on you. “You went to the bar which we often went to on our dates, before we got married. Probably cursing my ass for absence on another important day and drinking the pain away.”

That was true. Your parents took Stevie for the whole weekend, starting Friday. It was supposed to be a carefree, romantic time for you and Bucky. Even if he would need to just be lazy in bed for an entire day, to recharge after a mission, you still would be together. 

While Bucky returned from one mission, he jumped onto another one right away. He called you to say that he’d be later than he first anticipated, but in the craze of it forgot what date exactly was it. 

You were understanding. Or, well, you tried to be. There was a whole monologue you gave yourself as you paced the floor of your apartment, convincing yourself that your husband was saving someone. So that someone else could return to their family. 

But you still felt bitter and angry that your husband didn’t return to you for something that was supposed to be important to the both of you.

When you went out to that bar, which wasn’t that far from your place, your plan was to have a drink or two and wallow in self-pity. Perhaps to be passive-aggressive, take a picture of yourself all dolled up and send it to Bucky with happy anniversary wishes.

That was it.

Then that man joined you. For a conversation, at first. Two drinks turned into four. Then five. To be honest, at some point his face got a little blurry. He had dark hair, like Bucky. Had his arm wrapped around your middle the way Bucky often did. 

At some point your drunk brain was certain it was Bucky fucking you, not some stranger you just met at the bar.

“I could’ve chosen to stay at home.” You argued, clenching your fingers into fists so hard that your fingernails needled your skin. 

“I could have drunk a bottle or two of wine alone in the safety of our home and sent you angry, slurred messages. Or wait for your return and throw something heavy at your head.” There were so many choices to be made that night. 

“Instead, I made a mess of our lives…” the words fell out of your lips in a broken whisper, your eyes filling with tears.

“And I forgave you.” Bucky said softly as he released your chin. 

“Hell, I don’t even think I was angry with you.” He huffed, running a hand through his hair in a nervous manner. “Oh, I was pissed and hurt!” He gave you a pointed look when you opened your mouth to protest. “I even tracked that man and… well, let’s not talk about things that thankfully didn’t happen once I saw him.” 

“Most of all, I was angry with myself,” Bucky suddenly deflated.

“Why?” You frowned, barely stopping yourself from reaching out to caress his cheek.

“Because I let it happen.” Bucky sighed and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his thighs. “It was my constant absence that started those clouds over our heads. I was so focused on redeeming myself that I took on more missions than I should.”

A part of you wanted to contradict him, to convince him that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. But there was also a part of you that was still resenting him for doing that, for constantly choosing others over you.

“I think I also wanted to feel needed, which is why I joined teams even though they could’ve handled things without my presence.” He shifted again, sitting across the couch with one leg bent, so he could face you fully. 

He was more hesitant as he reached out for you again. Though you didn’t flinch away, he still dropped his hand as he revealed his own guilt:

“I forgot that you needed me, too.”

You still did. But you wouldn’t dare to tell him that.

“What you do is important. You save lives.” You said quietly, but there wasn’t as much heat to it as you’d like to present.

“I didn’t save us.” Bucky’s words opened the gate to the feelings you tried to stifle for many months.

You almost lifted your fist to angrily rub away the tears threatening to spill, but Bucky reached for you faster. His warm palms rested on your fists; he squeezed them gently.

“Baby, I remember when you mentioned therapy.” He admitted, wincing at the memory of signals which he ignored. “You tried to say it so casually, I know you were afraid of telling me directly that you needed me to save our marriage. I dismissed it.” 

“You hate therapy. I didn’t want to force you into it.” There wouldn’t be any point in attending any sessions, if Bucky would stay guarded.

You understood his hesitance, too. The mandatory therapy he went to a few years back was hard for him, not only because of the topics he had to deal with, but he didn’t feel emotionally safe or comfortable with the appointed professional.

“I disliked my assigned therapist.” Bucky pointed out, with a slight eye roll. “There are hundreds of therapists in this city. I’m sure there’s at least one that I could connect with.” Suddenly, he shook his head. “Or hell with how much I like a therapist, it should be about me connecting with you!”  

He let go of your hands and cupped your face instead.

“I wonder-” he leaned forward, closing the distance between you. “I’ve been wondering, if I didn’t fuck up by signing those divorce papers so easily.”

He did it without much questioning. Which only strengthened your notion that he was repulsed by you and couldn’t wait to be as far from you as possible. You didn’t blame him.

“I understood that. After what I’ve done.” You whispered. 

A single tear rolled down your cheek, stopping on Bucky’s thumb. 

“I couldn’t look you in the eye, because I was so ashamed. I wanted to give you a chance to find someone worthy of you.” More tears flowed.

Bucky tenderly wiped them away.

“I don’t think I’m worth a single hair on your pretty head.” He said, resting his forehead against yours. “I signed those papers, because I thought you were going to find happiness with someone else. That you wanted to build a life with someone else.”

“I don’t think that’s possible.” You would shake your head, if Bucky wasn’t holding you in place.

If his hold didn’t feel so overwhelmingly wonderful.

“Why not?” Bucky asked, incredulously. “You’re the most amazing, kind, smart, beautiful-” 

“Because I’m in love with you.” You blurted out.

Your eyes widened when you realized what you said. Scorching shame mixed with a sudden wave of cold fear as Bucky slowly pulled away and stared at you in shock. 

He was still cupping your face, though.

“Say that again, baby?” Bucky’s tone was a whisper, like he was afraid he’d burst some magical bubble if he moved or spoke louder. “Please,” he squeezed your cheeks slightly.

Maybe the best choice would be to take those words back. Or to start listing all the arguments to why it didn’t matter. But you couldn’t lie to Bucky. You never could. Especially not when he was looking at you with those beautiful blue eyes, filled with hope.

“I love you, Bucky,” you confessed. “I never stopped loving you.”

Tears streaming down your face were warm, but they felt much colder when compared to the warmth of Bucky’s lips on yours. 

He kissed you with reverence and despair, like the first gulp of breath after drowning in murky waters for much too long. There was nothing but his closeness, beckoning you like a flare in the darkness. You followed the coaxing of his lips, the unspoken vows he sealed with his mouth. 

You weren’t even fully aware of your body moving, yielding to Bucky’s smooth maneuvers. Until the full weight of him rested on top of you. 

He provided both that shield of safety and heavy temptation that had your legs spreading to accommodate him.

“I never stopped, either.” Bucky croaked out as he broke the kiss; his lips still brushed against yours as he spoke.

“I love you so much. So much, baby.” It crushed your heart to see his own cheeks glistening with tears. “Please, can we try again? Let me mend it. Please.” He begged.

Bucky sounded so helpless and so hopeful at the same time. If your heart was set in cold stone, it would still shatter for him like a fragile glass. 

“I should be the one mending it,” you pressed your fingertips to his cheek.

“Us. We’re going to do this together,” he briefly closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. 

“Always together,” you agreed and tipped your lips upwards, tempting Bucky into another kiss. 

Months of distance surely added fuel to the fire of need, but Bucky’s touch always had the power to ignite your desire. Him being on top of you, the kiss deepening, his hand traveling down your side - your body responded instantly. 

You wrapped your arms around him; one hand combing through his hair, the other mapping his broad back. Your legs were already spread to accommodate his hips between yours, but as Bucky continued to kiss and touch you, your knees drew up higher and your hips rolled against him.

Bucky’s responding grinding was most welcome, but he suddenly froze. 

“Baby,” he groaned, almost in pain. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, but if you keep doing that I’m going to lose it.”

“Need you,” you whined. 

You grabbed a fistful of his hair and slipped your other hand beneath his blue henley. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him and rocked your hips into his once again.

“Need to feel you!” 

For months you were deprived of any intimate touch, somehow not in the mood to even give yourself a release with your pitiful toys. To even think of anyone beside Bucky ever touching you like that made you nauseous. And you missed it so much!

Missed the way Bucky played your body. The way he felt inside of you. 

“Bucky, please!” There was urgency in your tone that made Bucky snap to attention.

His gaze held yours for a moment longer, as if assessing that you were as sure as you sounded. A glint brightened his steel blue eyes and he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip in the most sensual way. That had your clit pulsing wildly. 

“You always beg so prettily,” he murmured against your skin as began chaining kisses along your jawline. “I’ve got you, baby.”

Bucky braced his weight on his metal arm as he used his other hand to pull up the layers of your tulle skirt. You shivered, nipples pebbling, as his touch shifted to the inside of your thigh and wandered upwards. 

He pressed the pads of his fingers against your throbbing clit, finding your panties already damp. It wasn’t a novelty how quickly your body responded to Bucky’s ministrations, but it seemed that longing for him sped up the process. 

Bucky swallowed your moan in a messy kiss as he pressed harder on your nub. While you loved the way he sometimes drew this pleasure out, how long he could spend just fingering and licking you, it wasn’t what you needed at the moment. 

You dropped both of your hands to his hips then slid them between your bodies to fumble with Bucky’s zipper.

“Fuck!” He cursed, dropping more of his weight onto you when you freed his cock out and wrapped your fingers around him. 

“I’m afraid I won’t last long this time,” he groaned, tugging the fabric of your panties aside. “I’ll make it up to you, baby, I promise. But, fuck, it’s been so long since I felt you-”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded fervently, not really listening to him. 

All your focus was on that throbbing need that spiked even higher as you guided the tip of Bucky’s cock inside you. 

It was everything - the stretch of his girth spearing through your neglected pussy, his scent and warmth, his mouth sucking on your neck, his moan at the feel of your tight walls gripping him - that had your body seizing in the most rushed climax. Already, while he was barely halfway in. 

You dug your fingernails into Bucky’s hips as your legs shook; your upper half curling up, face buried in the crook of Bucky’s neck to muffle your cries of pleasure. Your walls clenched so hard it was almost painful, then fluttered in a crescendo of aftershocks. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you babbled, falling onto your back and squirming as the orgasm continued to tingle in every part of your body.

“Sorry?” Bucky choked on breath. “My girl cumming for me so fast is an ego boost beyond any other,” he chuckled. 

He always had the ability to make you fall apart rather quickly, but that was a new record. Provided by suppressed sexual tension and emotional connection you were deprived of for so long. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” Bucky cooed as he continued to slide into your fluttering cunt, “I’ll give you more.” 

He shifted his hand, so that his thumb brushed over your swollen clit. He moved with no rush, but each of his thrusts was deep, nearly painfully so. As if Bucky sought more of that connection; needed it as fiercely as you. 

As promised, he made you cum again. Then shuddered within your embrace as he followed you over the edge. And though your heart was thundering in your chest from the exertion, it was the first time you felt complete and at peace since a very long time. 

You welcomed Bucky’s full weight as you laid spent, your hands drawing soothing patterns on his back. His cock was still nestled inside of you; neither of you wanted to lose that intimate connection too soon. You rested, listening to each other’s breathing and soaking in the comfort of being together. 

When Bucky fucked you again a while later, it was more languid and sensual. He made breathless vows of love, curling his metal fingers around your throat and squeezing just enough to spill more of your warm tears. He confessed his need for you in his life as he increased his pace, tilting your ass with his other hand, so he could spill deeper inside of you. 

In the morning, as he woke up early with the intention of going to the bakery and getting fresh treats for your family breakfast, there was so much brightness in Bucky’s eyes. So much love and happiness, like on the day your son was born.

As you looked at your own reflection in the mirror in his bathroom, you saw the same spark in your own eyes. 

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Plain to See

Pairing: Single DILF elementary school teacher!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist fem!reader

Words: ~6k

Summary: Your gorgeous, clean cut neighbor needs a favor, and how can you possibly say no?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, f receiving oral sex, genital piercings, semi rough sex, light choking, squirting, hair pulling, dirty talk, slight breeding kink), single dad Steve (trust me, he’s a fucking warning), reader has tattoos, adorable toddler, fluff, slowish burn, idiots in love (I can’t stop myself), SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This was an absolute monster to finish when I had to work all week but it’s done!!! My official entry for @bemine-bucky’s Sweetheart Diner challenge (prompt in bold), and I messed myself up with this one. I am now fully on the DILF Steve train and if you think I’m not gonna write anymore for these adorable lovebirds, you would be mistaken. Love you so much Sav!! You deserve the world!!

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“Ok Sarah, remember, this is our secret, ok?” You handed the giggling toddler one of the still warm cookies, giving her a big grin as she looked at it with wonder. “No telling your dad, and no sharing with Molly.”

She nodded seriously before taking a hesitant bite, squealing when your sweet mutt shoved her head into the child’s lap to try and steal a lick. You scolded the dog and she gave you a forlorn look before moping off to sink into her bed with a huff at being excluded from treat time. The toddler finished her cookie in record time, and after wiping all the melted chocolate off her face while she squirmed, you gave her a dog treat to give to your poor neglected pup. You couldn’t help but grin when Molly took it from the little girl’s hand as gently as possible before wolfing it down, accepting the child’s tight hug around her neck with a happy wag of her tail.

“I love you, Molly.” God, how fucking cute was she, laying on the dog’s side and babbling that excited toddler chatter while kicking her feet. You made sure to take a picture for Steve, he always melted a little when he saw how sweet your dog was with his little girl.

There was a knock at the door and you yelled it was open, turning to give Steve a big smile when he walked into your house looking a little exhausted. His face split into a grin when he got a look at Sarah playing with Molly’s ears, the toddler screaming when she spotted her father and rising to greet him on wobbly legs.

“Daddy!” She shouted with delight when he tossed her into the air and caught her again, settling her on his hip and giving her a soft kiss on the head while she brought her chubby little arms up to give him a hug.

“Hey bug, did you have a nice time with Y/N and Molly?” He chuckled when her fat fingers grabbed at his cheeks.

“We made cookies!” She clapped her hands over her mouth when she realized she blabbed, giving you a horrified look at spilling your secret.

“Well, I guess we have to share with Dad now.” You shook your head and laughed softly as you reached to grab one of the giant cookies that was still left, handing it to Steve and beaming when he took a bite as you worked at boxing up the rest of them. “Don’t worry, hon, you still get to take the rest home.”

“Thank you so much, Y/N, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. Apparently on call plumber is part of the art teacher’s job now. Some fifth graders managed to crack one of the toilets and it was a literal… uh… poop show.” He smiled when Sarah laughed hysterically at the naughty word.

“Tsk, language Mr. Rogers.” You winked at him before handing him the container of cookies, ruffling Sarah’s hair affectionately before moving to soak the baking sheets you’d used. “She can come over any time, pretty sure Molly likes her more than me anyways.”

“I may take you up on that, Y/N.” You walked in front of him to open the door since he had his hands full. “Let me make you dinner tomorrow? I gotta thank you somehow.”

“Alright, but only because I can’t say no to your pesto.” You waved back to Sarah when he started walking back to his house, only feeling a little bad about ogling his ass. “Bye kiddo!”

God, that man was fine. And his kid was fucking adorable too. It was like a constant attack on your ovaries ever since he moved in. Your vibrator had never been used as much in your whole fucking life. Goddamn Prince Charming looking DILF.

You weren’t sure how you’d managed to go this whole time without jumping on him. Every time he gave you that gorgeous, aww shucks smile you just wanted to find out if he was hiding some secret kinks under that nice boy exterior. Not to mention when he did yard work and got all sweaty with his sleeves rolled over his forearms. Right now all you wanted was to pour yourself a nice glass of wine and take a long bath while you thought about what he might look like under all those buttoned up, clean cut outfits. Man you were a perv.

The next night couldn’t come fast enough. It took some self control to keep from wearing one of your usual slutty date outfits, choosing a relatively conservative sundress that still showed off your assets. Even though you told yourself a million times you were not going to date your neighbor, you couldn’t help but flirt like an idiot.

“Hi Y/N!” Ugh, he looked so fucking domestic, what was he doing to you? “We’ve been working all afternoon, Sarah really hopes you like her garlic bread.”

“Um, did you know that garlic bread is my absolute favorite?” Sarah hid her face behind her hands and giggled when you winked at her, Steve beaming between the two of you and making your heart swell a little bit. “You better be careful, or I might eat all of it.”

“No!” She seemed adorably horrified at the prospect, tottering away from you when you moved to chase her playfully. “I want bread, too!”

“You better wash up quick then, bug.” He ushered her towards the bathroom, wiping his hands on a towel. His big hands with those thick fingers that you definitely weren’t thinking of sucking on. “She was a little disappointed when I told her Molly wasn’t gonna be joining us.”

“Well, maybe next time.” You handed him the bottle of wine you had brought and helped him set the table, smiling when Sarah wrapped her arms around your leg so you could drag her along with you. “Or maybe I’ll have Molly help me make dinner for you guys. You like dog food, Sarah?”

“Eww, no!” She laughed like you were the funniest thing in the world, squealing when you scooped her up and nibbled on the tip of her nose.

“Oh, it’s so good though!” You gave her a peck on the forehead before helping her settle into her seat, putting her napkin on her lap and helping her cut up her pasta without even thinking. “Maybe even better than your dad’s pasta.”

“Ouch.” Steve laughed, placing a hand on his chest in a mock wounded gesture. “What d’you think, bug? Is my pasta better than dog food?”

“Yes, love pasta!” She slurped some up messily and you laughed while you wiped pesto off her face.

“Alright, you’re the expert.”

The way you engaged with Sarah was so endearing, Steve couldn’t take his eyes off you. She got so happy when you swooned over the garlic bread she almost fell out of her booster seat, but you caught her at the last second and peppered kisses all over her face. You somehow managed to keep her from getting sauce all over herself, having the napkin ready like a pro at all times even when the three of you chatted away about silly toddler things.

Once you had all finished your meal you helped with the cleanup, giving Sarah a hand with drying the dishes while Steve washed them. You managed to sneak a couple splashes at her father when he wasn’t paying attention, Sarah screaming and hiding behind you when he got you back. It should have felt weird as fuck for you to be having such a good time doing the housewife shit, but doing it with Steve and Sarah was just delightful and almost natural.

“Ok bug, let’s wash up and then it’s bed.” Sarah’s eyes were starting to droop, apparently making garlic bread really took it out of you. “Say good night to Y/N.”

“No, want Y/N to tuck me in!” She pouted at the two of you, and how were you supposed to say no to that?

“I dunno, hon, don’t want to take that treat away from your dad.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to.” He was giving you an inquisitive look though, and fuck it, you were having a good time.

“But I want to, Steve.” You relaxed when he did, smiling softly and moving to grab some glasses. “Besides, we still need to break open this wine.”

“Great, let’s get those PJs on, Sar.” He disappeared down the hall with her leaning against his shoulder, her eyes drooping with the pull of sleep even as she fought it.

You finished putting the dishes away while Steve got Sarah ready for bed, coming when she called you to give her a peck on the head and help Steve tuck her in before wishing her goodnight. She fell asleep immediately, allowing you both to sneak out of her room and head back out to the kitchen to have some adult conversation.

“That kid is too cute for her own good.” You poured Steve a hefty portion of wine before filling your own glass. “Don’t know how you don’t just spoil her rotten.”

“Trust me, just because she turns on the charm with you doesn’t mean she isn’t a terror sometimes.” He shook his head before taking a sip of wine. “How’s the shop doing?”

“It’s really good, we just hired a new artist, so hopefully we won’t be booking out as far, but who knows.” You were really hoping you could convince him to come get a piece from you eventually, he always showed a lot of interest in your work, and inking up your sweetheart neighbor would be a special kind of thrill. “You know I’d open up a spot for you anytime you want, though. Just say the word.”

“We’ll see.” He beamed at you when you hopped up to sit on his counter absentmindedly, loving how comfortable the two of you were with each other.

“I’ll convince you one of these days, Rogers.” You leaned back on one hand while you sipped on your wine. “How about you? Aside from shit explosions, how’s the school? You’re kids enjoying watercolors?”

“They love it. Leaves me with a hell of a mess every day but we have a great time.” He moved to pour you another glass when you finished yours, topping his own off as well and settling next to you. “This is good.”

“Yeah. You still have that wedding this weekend?” You could feel your heartbeat speeding up with how close he was, the clean, slightly woodsy scent he was wearing filling your senses.

“Lemme guess, Sar couldn’t stop talking about being a flower girl all afternoon?” He set his empty glass on the counter and brushed his hair out of his eyes with a rueful grin.

“She could not. We had to practice her walk a couple of times, she’s a pro now.” You hopped off the counter and moved to find the wine saver while Steve put the glasses in the dishwasher. “Make sure you take a video of her for me, I’m sure she’s gonna be adorable.”

“I mean, you wanna come with?” He spluttered when you cocked an eyebrow at him. “Sorry, shit, lemme back up. My normal plus one had to cancel and I know it’s so cheesy but I cannot deal with my ex and the rest of my family judging that I haven’t found some sort of mother figure for Sarah.”

“So, I’d be your fake girlfriend?” A little disappointing but you could deal. “Sounds like a blast. How judgey are we talking here? They gonna have issues with you showing up with an inked up chick?”

“Maybe, but what are they gonna do? Make me break up with you?” His smile was tinged with nervousness.

“Well, if it doesn’t bother you, doesn’t bother me.” You gave him a teasing hip bump when you shuffled past him. “How formal is this thing?”

“Cocktail. You sure you’re ok with this?” He was starting to relax a little bit, but he didn’t want you to feel pressured at all.

“Oh my god, Steve, yes, I’m sure.” You gave him a reassuring pat on his tree trunk of an arm, holy shit. “I’ll be the best fake girlfriend ever. Now, I’ve gotta go take care of the dog, but I really had a great time. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’m sure you will.” He walked you to the door, giving you a semi-awkward side hug before you were strolling back towards your house, and he tried his best to not watch the way your hips were swaying in those heels.

Well, he’d had some spectacularly bad ideas, but asking you on a fake date might be one of the top ones. Ever since the first time his kiddo had seen you working in your garden and shyly asked you whether you did your tattoos yourself or if your friends did them, and then you spent a whole afternoon telling her all about each of your pieces like she was the most important little person you’d ever talked to, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you. You were beautiful and sweet and Sarah fucking loved you, so why couldn’t he work up the courage to ask you out for real?

Instead he just had to settle for fucking his own fist like a perv while he thought about what you might look like underneath him, how tight you’d squeeze his cock when he hit you deep and what gorgeous noises you’d make for him, and whether you had any more tattoos hiding under those surprisingly sweet little outfits that he hadn’t seen. God, he hated himself sometimes. He wasn’t gonna give himself blue balls though.

He didn’t have a chance to give into his nerves once Saturday hit, mostly because all his energy was focused on getting a wiggling little girl into a fancy dress and keeping her from spilling anything on it. Sarah insisted on walking over to pick you up on her own, practicing her walk as she headed up the walk to the front door until she let him lift her up so she could ring the doorbell.

“Hi Sarah! Look at that dress!” You gave the two of them the biggest grin when you opened the door, locking it behind you and helping her do a little twirl before holding her hand while you all headed towards Steve’s car. “You been practicing your walk?”

She nodded seriously and showed you, laughing when Steve scooped her up and got her settled into her car seat. You winked at Steve when he held your door open for you, climbing into the car and starting a sweet little conversation with the toddler, who was fired up about being a flower girl. He was so grateful you were eager to engage with his girl, but he was having trouble keeping his eyes off the line of your legs in those heels.

As soon as you walked into the venue, his ex was right there, much to his annoyance.

“Hello Sharon.” He gave Sarah a quick peck on the head before letting her toddle over to her mother.

“Steve, hey sweetie!” She knelt down to give the girl a hug, giving you a once over when she stood back up. “Who’s this?”

“I’m Y/N, so nice to meet you.” She ignored your hand when you offered it to her.

“Uh-huh, what happened to Beth?” Cool, always fun to be completely ignored.

“Just didn’t work out.” Steve shrugged uncomfortably at having to jump right into faking it. He relaxed a little when you wrapped an arm around him, leaning into his shoulder like it was the most natural thing and not as horribly awkward as he was worried it was going to be.

“Sure it didn’t.” Sharon handed Sarah off to a bridesmaid and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, I’m gonna go find Ian. That Sarah’s bag?”

“Yeah.” He handed it over. “I’ll check in before you leave. She’s looking forward to spending a couple of days with you.”

“Me too. Talk to you later.” She walked off without giving you a second glance.

“Well, she did not like me.” You gave a small huff before grinning at him. “Alright, who else do I need to impress here?”

“Obviously, the cousins.” He motioned to the groom, waving when the man noticed him from the small group he was chatting with. “And other than that, just the nosy aunts and shit.”

“Great, aunts love me.” You winked at him and wound your fingers through his. “Let’s do this.”

The ceremony took up most of the afternoon, and then what felt like hours of photos that poor Sarah put up with like a champ. Steve couldn’t have been more thrilled at bringing you with him, actually able to enjoy himself a little since you were a pro at redirecting all the interrogations that his friends and relatives tried to subject him to. Of course, the fact that part of redirecting them involved you engaging in some public displays of affection did a lot to help his mood.

Right now he was watching you do the chicken dance with Sarah, the grin he was wearing falling slightly when Sharon plopped in the seat next to him with a frown on her face.

“So, that’s Y/N.” He took a sip of his beer when she started in on him, really looking forward to her passive aggressively implying there were all sorts of things wrong with you. “Sarah told me all about her pretty tattoos. Guess I didn’t realize she had quite so many.”

“Seriously, Sharon? You’re gonna harp on some ink?” He scowled at her sideways while he kept his eyes on you and the kiddo. “When did Sar tell you about her, anyway?”

“I have to hear about her every time she spends the night. Fucking your neighbor Steve?” Or, maybe she was going to bypass the passive and go straight to plain old aggression. “What’s that gonna do to Sarah when you break up and she suddenly can’t see her apparently best friend anymore?”

“I’m not having a conversation with you about this. You wanna have more say in who your daughter spends time with, you need to be around more. And maybe actually get to know the people I see instead of jumping down my throat about them right away.” He pasted on a smile when you and Sarah came back to the table. “Hey kid! Those were some killer moves!”

“They sure were, c’mere baby.” Sharon propped Sarah on her lap and gave her a peck on the cheek. “What d’you say we go get you some cake, yeah? Then we’ll get you home.”

She let Sarah give you a big hug goodbye reluctantly, trying not to openly growl when you gave her a kiss right on the top of her head. Sarah said her goodbyes to you and Steve and let her mom carry her off, waving at you over her shoulder until she disappeared into the crowd.

“Lemme guess,” you sat down next to Steve and nudged his calf with the toe of your shoe when you noticed the sour look on his face. “Your ex thinks we should ‘break up’?”

“Yeah, I guess someone talks about you an awful lot.” He couldn’t help but smile when you laughed softly.

“I mean, I am pretty great.” You winked and took a sip of his beer when he offered it. “Think she may have a point, though. You are a lousy date, Rogers.”

“Hey, mean!” He swiped his beer back from you when you tried to take another sip, swatting your arm playfully and pouting a little bit. “What did I do?”

“It’s what you didn’t do, Steve. Who comes to a wedding and doesn’t dance with their date at all?” You were still trying to steal his beer away as he held it out of your reach. “And now you won’t even share your drink? There’s no way I’m putting out now.”

He choked on his beer when you said that, trying to pass it off as a laugh while he looked at you to figure out if you were serious in any way, shape, or form.

“Well, shit, way to ruin my night, Y/N.” He drank the rest of his beer in one gulp and set down the bottle, taking your hand in his and pulling you after him towards the dance floor. “I think we can salvage it, though, c’mon.”

You laughed lightly when he gave you a twirl before pulling you close, pressing his chest to yours and beaming as he took one of your hands in his and wrapped the other around your waist. He sighed deeply when you gazed into his eyes, losing himself a little bit as the two of you swayed back and forth.

“Better?” He could’ve started purring when you ran your arm up his shoulder until you could wind your fingers through the hair at the back of his head.

“Yeah, you’re a good dancer.” You tucked your head into his shoulder and he couldn’t stop himself from smelling your hair.

“You too.” He spun you a little and goddamn it, that breathless giggle was doing things to him. “What d’you think, want me to dip you?”

“What?” He didn’t wait for you to answer before bending the two of you over, chuckling at the thrilled cackle you let out before he was drawing you back up fast. “Ok, maybe you will get lucky.”

The two of you danced through the next few songs until the DJ called that the night was over and it was time to send off the happy couple. You made your way back to the car once they had taken off, Steve holding your door for you again like a fucking peach. The ride home was filled with comfortable silence, your gaze shifting over to Steve occasionally.

“I had a great time, Steve.” You gave him a small smile while he walked you to your front door. “You wanna come in for a drink?”

Oh god, he wanted to. He didn’t think he’d ever really spent time with you when Sarah wasn’t around, and all he wanted was to follow you inside and eat you out until you screamed his name.

“I should really turn in.” He hated himself. “Thank you again, you really are the best.”

“I know.” You smoothed your hand over his chest and gave him a wink before moving to unlock your door. “Don’t worry, I’ll come up with some way for you to show me just how thankful you are.”

You gave him a peck on the cheek before heading inside, sighing when you closed it behind you and giving your dog an exasperated look when she came trotting to greet you. Guess it was gonna be another long night with your vibrator.

There was a pounding on the door and you turned around with a small frown, opening your mouth in surprise when Steve was standing there looking a little strung out.

“Ste…”

He didn’t give you a chance to finish your thought before his lips were on yours, walking you back into the house and slamming the door behind you before his hands were digging into your ass. You wound your fingers through his hair and let him basically manhandle you into your kitchen, trying not to trip over your own feet until he had you pinned against your counter.

“I, mmph, thought of a way to say thank you.” He moaned when you nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Much better than what I would’ve come up with.” You tilted your head back to let him suck a bruise against your throat while he dragged your dress off over your head.

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned when he got a good look at you. He had been right, there was so much more art under your dress. His movements slowed when he moved to draw your panties down your legs, the colorful bouquet of flowers that covered your hips and the insides of your thighs making his cock twitch. “Honey, you’re fucking beautiful.”

“Steve…” he cut you off with his lips again, stealing your breath before he started moving his lips down your torso. “You gonna let me talk at all, Rogers?”

“Not unless you're begging me.” He winked at you before kissing over the jut of your hip, tracing his fingers over your thigh until he could hook them under your knee and hook it over his shoulder.

The way his shoulders were placed between your thighs had you spread wide open for him, a low growl vibrating his chest at the sight of your throbbing cunt filling his vision. He took a breath to appreciate the view, dragging his thumb over the cut of you slowly until it was slippery with your arousal when he swirled it around your clit, making you moan as you arched towards his face.

As soon as he flicked his tongue out to taste you, he was lost, practically whining against you as he lapped up every drop of slick that was leaking out of you before pressing soft kisses over your puffy lips. When his lips met your clit you could have passed out, your whole body arching off the counter as you let out a sharp gasp.

“Oh god, Steve.” Your fingers scrabbled over the countertop when he laved his tongue over your swollen bud, pressing it flat and massaging you slowly until you gave him another one of those beautiful fluttering moans. “God, that’s so fucking good.”

He just hummed in agreement, shaking his head to force his face deeper before he was thrusting his tongue inside you and curling it against your soft walls. You couldn’t take it when he started fucking you with the thick muscle, your hips rolling into his face and your hands reaching down to wind through his hair and keep him close while you wrapped your legs around his neck.

Steve tried to look up at you through his lashes, but the way your back was violently arching was hiding your face from him. At least until he rose to his feet, keeping his arms wrapped around your thighs so your hips came with him and making you yelp at the change in position.

His lips wrapped around your clit and you keened, especially when he moaned into your pussy once he was finally able to watch how fucked out your face looked. Your toes curled as your core started tightening, warmth spreading through your body as you moaned desperately.

“Steve… oh fuck, Steve, I’m gonna come.” Your whole body tensed up before you were vibrating with your release, soaking Steve’s chin and flooding his mouth with the sweet taste of you while you sobbed with pleasure.

He set you down gently before crawling up your body and pressing his lips to yours, sighing deeply when you wrapped your arms around his neck and returned the kiss. You purred when he wrapped you around him and stood up, his tongue still stroking yours while he curled a hand around the back of your head.

“Gotta say Rogers,” you grinned when he released you, licking your lips as he gazed into your eyes. “Took you long enough, but once you move, you move fast.”

“Fuck, I swear I wanted to take my time, but damn.” He was finally starting to catch his breath. “Once I got a taste, I couldn’t stop myself.”

“So you’re telling me if you had your way you’d have buttered me up first?” You sighed when he lifted you and started to carry you towards the bedroom. “What would that be like?”

“Oh, I’m gonna fucking show you.” He kicked the door to your room open and set you on the bed, cupping your cheek gently as he straddled you. “‘Cause you deserve those sweet slow kisses that are gonna have you melting into the bed and begging me to fuck you.”

“That so?” You dipped your hands between the two of you to start undoing his belt.

“Mmhm.” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip and purred when you nipped at it. “I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.”

“Fuck m…” You couldn’t even be mad when he cut you off again, his tongue dipping between your lips and curling against yours slowly.

You were completely fucked. Time lost all meaning while his lips were on yours, pulling at them gently with his teeth while he gently slid his tongue over yours. When he pulled away you sucked in oxygen you hadn’t even realized you were missing, keeping a hand around the back of his neck so he couldn’t go too far while you panted into his mouth.

“How was that?” His smirk was wicked as he ran his knuckle over the curve of your cheek.

“You’re a dangerous man, Steve Rogers.” Your brain finally reset and you went back to taking his clothes off.

“Oh, honey, you don’t even know.” He got his tie off and tossed it aside before helping you slide his shirt over his shoulders, making your breath hitch when you finally got a look at his bare torso.

“I fucking knew it.” You reached out to trace one of his hidden tattoos with your fingertips, grinning at the groan he gave you when you leaned forward to brush your lips over the large one on his chest. “What else you been hiding from me, Steven?”

“Just a couple things.” He groaned when you dragged your tongue over his nipple, your fingers working quickly to undo his fly. “Nothing too big.”

“Oh, I dunno, it feels pretty big to me.” You grinned when you palmed his cock, dragging his slacks and boxer briefs down his thick thighs. “Oh, Jesus fuck.”

As soon as you set eyes on his cock your brain broke. He was so fucking long and thick you weren’t totally sure it was going to fit, the perfect pretty pink tip begging for you to suck on it. And to top it all off…

“Steve… Steve? Steve, baby.” He was grinning at your babbling as you reached out to brush your fingers over him. “Honey, you’re fucking pierced.”

“Gotta say, this is one of the more pleasant freak outs this thing has caused.” He moaned when you dragged your thumb over the silver ring that ran through his tip.

“Get that thing inside me, now.” You hissed at him through clenched teeth, grabbing the back of his neck and yanking his face to yours as you dragged him on top of you. “I fucking need it.”

“Yeah, pretty girl?” He growled into your mouth when you wrapped your legs around his waist, lining himself up and plucking at your lips with his teeth. “I’ve got you. Ah… shit.”

As soon as he slid inside you he almost collapsed, burying his face in your neck and winding his arms around your shoulders as he slowly eased into you. The stretch was driving you crazy, your pussy already starting to flutter as his piercing rubbed over your slick walls. He gave a small testing thrust and both of you moaned, your bodies molding together as he started rocking his hips into yours.

It only took a few more shoves of his hips before he was sheathed to the hilt, grinding against your clit and groaning at the snug, wet heat of your cunt flexing around him. Your tiny gasp when he started fucking into you made him growl, wanting nothing more than to draw more of those beautiful noises out of you.

“Fuck, Steve.” You rolled your body underneath him when he nudged against your cervix, whining when you felt his lips suck a bruise against your throat. “Oh god, that’s so good.”

“Knew this cunt was gonna be sweet for me, goddamn.” He ran his nose up the side of your neck until he could nibble on your ear, giving a small circle of his hips and making you keen. “C’mon, honey, wanna feel this pretty pussy strangle my cock.”

“That mouth of yours is something else, Steve.” You purred at the feeling of the smooth metal of his piercing gliding over your soft walls at a rough pace, digging your fingers into his shoulders. “Jesus, right there.”

“That’s it, give it to me.” His breathing was getting heavy as he sped up, grunting into your neck with each thrust and grinding against your clit. “God, so fucking tight.”

He barely changed the angle and you lost it, arching off the bed and wailing as you fluttered wildly around him. Aftershocks were still coursing through your system when you collapsed back into the mattress, his cock still punching into you vigorously as he watched you writhing with bliss underneath him.

There was no warning when he pulled out of you suddenly and manhandled you until you were laying on your stomach, making you scream when he thrust back into you with a deep growl. Your breath was forced out of your lungs when he started rutting into you like an animal, hitting you so hard and deep he was pushing the two of you up the bed a few inches at a time with each shove of his hips.

The change in position was so fucking good you were crying, soaking the sheets with your tears and drool as his piercing slid over every spot you needed it to until you were seeing stars. His fingers were drawing bruises on your hips as he pulled you back onto his cock with each punch of his hips, grunting lewdly as he watched your ass bounce each time he slammed into it.

You whimpered when he wrapped a hand in your hair and curled over your back, yanking your head up so he could scrape his teeth over the arch of your cheek while you gave him more of those pretty little moans. His other hand curled loosely around your throat and your eyes rolled back in your head, rolling your ass back into him desperately as he did his best to draw another one out of you.

“You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.” He flicked his tongue along the corner of your mouth, nuzzling your cheek and purring when you clenched around him. “Gimme one more, gorgeous. Then I’m gonna a make a fucking mess of that perfect cunt.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You moaned at the filthy promise, arching your back until his chest was pressed right against your back. “Steve, please.”

“You want it, sweetheart?” He nipped at the curve of your jaw and ground into you. “Don’t worry, gonna fill you up and fuck it into you so hard, I’m gonna be dripping out of you for the next week.”

All you could do was scream when you felt the ring his that deep spot that made your toes curl, your release gushing out of you and soaking him while trying to find something to grab into as your whole body shook with pleasure. Your pussy clamped around him so hard he couldn’t move anymore, muttering a soft fuck into your neck as his spilled his cum deep inside you.

Steve collapsed on top of you when he was spent, curling his body around yours and nuzzling into your hair while you both worked at catching your breath. You turned your head so you could peek at him over your shoulder, smiling softly when he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and rolled until he was spooning you.

“Shit, Steve.” He was still inside you as he brushed his lips over the curve of your neck and sank into your mattress. “If this is how you end a fake date, what are you gonna do when you take me out for real?”

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1. When I’m gone - SHINING

2. Ominous - Dozy Doe, XZARKHAN

3. Samurai - Call Me Karizma

4. The Reason - Hoobastank

5. Who do you want - Ex Habit

6. Never again - VRSTY

7. O.K? - Picturesque

8. Lost Boy - The Midnight

9. Grave mistake - Ice Nine Kills

10. Pretending - HIM

11. Sympathy - Too Close To Touch

12. Carnival of rust - Poets Of The Fall

13. Psycho - Eqwillus

14. Blessed with a curse - Bring Me The Horizon

15. Vagabond - Ghostemane

16. One of us - Joan Osborne

17. DNB WARRIOR - Mxnarch

18. A touch of malice - KALCYFR, Moris Blak

19. Animals - Architect

20. I think I’m OKAY - MGK, YUNGBLUD, Travis Barker

What a mix 🤪 Tagging anyone to join 🥰

"You can tell a lot about someone by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your iPod, phone, iTunes, media player etc and write down the first 20 songs. Then pass this on to 10 people. One rule: NO SKIPPING."

Thanks so much for the tag @nouis-bum! I didn't get to take a proper lunch break today, so I'm having a bit of an afternoon brain break...

The King of All Birds - Aoife O'Donovan

About Today - The National

Love Will Take You - Angus & Julia Stone

Today Has Been OK - Emiliana Torrini

Two Points for Honesty - Guster

Boyhood - Jump, Little Children

Higher Love - Prides

Splendor - M83

Called Out in the Dark - Snow Patrol

Fury - Henry Jackman (CA:TWS OST)

Thank Your Lucky Star Date - Michael Giacchino (Star Trek Beyond OST)

Goodnight, Travel Well - The Killers

Two Step - Dave Matthews Band

Rome - Phoenix

Would've, Could've, Should've - Taylor Swift

Two Ghosts - Harry Styles

Insomnia - Young the Giant

Dr. March's Daughters - Alexandre Desplat (Little Women 2019 OST)

Neon - John Mayer

Spirit Cold - Tall Heights

Tagging @sgt-seabass @biteofcherry @stargazingfangirl18 @witchywithwhiskey @sergeantbarnessdoll @nickfowlerrr @gaysindistress and anyone else who wants to play (I'm such an audiophile)

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#natasha romanoff: master assassin super spy avenger

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Interesting parallel, Marvel.

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Steve "I won't stop until all of HYDRA is dead or captured" Rogers skipping off into the sunset to marry the woman who knowingly held open the door for Nazis to infiltrate SHIELD is like. Possibly one of the worst decisions ever made ever.

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Bucky and The Bed Masterlist

Completed

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x (cis)Female!Reader

Summery: You and Bucky are stranded in the middle of a snowy nowhere when there is an ‘electronic blackout’ during your mission. With no back ups or any way to contact your team, you take refuge from the worsening weather in the only cabin you find in miles. Not to mention, with no power, Bucky’s become your personal heater and there’s only one bed. 

Series Type: Fluff, smut(~), one bed trope, slow burn, slow build, friends to lovers, mutual pinning, snow everywhere, soft!Bucky.

Series warning: Language. Smut in later chapters. Respective warnings are mentioned in each chapter. Highly self indulgent.

Words: 42K

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 ~

Chapter 7 ~

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10 ~

Epilogue

{Extra scenes #1, #2}

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