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rookthorne · 1 year

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

You were the warmth and light to Bucky’s shadows and brooding nature — a match made in heaven, and it was a miracle that a certain someone realised as much.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿ Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ✿ 2.5k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✿ Fluff, mention of alcohol

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ✿ My very first grumpy x sunshine fic, and it was hella fun! a huge thank you to all those who listened to me deliberate what the hell to do with it! ✿ A huge thank you to @mxaether for the fact checking and guidance - you were a huge help!

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ✿ Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✿ @buckybarnesevents Into an Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟯 — Tattoo AU — Masterlist

𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The anniversary of 107th Ink was always going to be special, and this one perhaps was one of the biggest years – seven whole years since both Bucky and Stevie had walked through those doors with a dream, a dream that had flourished and blown up with their combined talents and charisma.

In order to celebrate, 107th Ink had announced a surprise flash day. And, as anyone would have expected from the fastest growing tattoo parlour in the area, it was chaos – actually, chaotic was an understatement, and for this very reason, you had parked your car a block away from Bucky’s shop with a box of donuts in one hand and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other.

You would be a sight for sore, tired eyes, that was for sure.

Bucky’s Harley was parked on the verge, the shining red paint and reflective chrome shone in the light of the setting sun. The many rides you had taken with Bucky on that very bike came to the forefront of your mind, and you smiled fondly at the memories; the time he had taken you down the back roads for a picnic after you had finally convinced him to put his machine down, or that time that he took you down the highway, resting his hand on yours that had looped tightly around his middle.

You and Bucky had been friends for years – he was certainly by far the gruffest and honest to god most intimidating man you had ever met, but somehow, he softened around you. Ever since Natasha had introduced you to him, you had felt an instant connection to the infamous brooding vet, and it left the two of you on a path you had no idea how to navigate. It was becoming difficult to ignore the butterflies that crowded your entire being when he flashed you a rare smile, or called you his Sunshine.

But that was a thought for another day – Bucky needed his Jacks and Stevie would need his donuts, not to mention Nat and Peter squirrelling away what they could of either offering.

And, after your own intense and exhausting day with work and clients, you had to admit, it would be nice to see your friends.

The door to the shop swung open with a clink of the bell, and you took in the scene. Bucky’s interior design choices screamed Rock’n’Roll with guitars lining the walls, all in various states of artistic liberty of designs and signatures. Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me played quietly over the hustle and bustle, a constant background noise amongst the many conversations held between artists and clients you could only just hear. Soft lighting illuminated the entry and reception where black leather couches were placed cosily – no clients were lazing about so you suspected they were all in the booths. The shining tiled floor reflected the reds of the walls and the mahogany oak accents like it was freshly polished.

Bucky’s standards of professionalism and cleanliness were high, and hell hath no fury for anyone that compromised them.

“Hey, Sunshine!” A bright voice called from an open door – Peter’s booth, and you looked over to see the aforementioned excited apprentice poking his head out. “God, you’re a sight for sore eyes-” You stifled a laugh, smiling instead. “Bucky is just over there,” Peter said, gesturing towards a closed door. “He’ll be out soon, nervous client.”

“Thanks, Pete,” you said, and he grinned at you and the donuts in your hand before disappearing back into the booth.

As expected, time passed slowly and you watched while a couple of clients milled out of the booths – Stevie’s, Nat’s and Peter’s. You caught sight of Stevie and Nat occasionally, and they spared you an excited wave or smile when they could – their gazes drifting to the treats you had brought with you.

The sun had set by the time Bucky’s booth had any sign of movement. His door opened and a timid young woman appeared in the doorway – she was speaking over her shoulder and once she glanced towards the couches, you gave her a soft smile and she walked past you to Peter at the front desk to pay.

Peter greeted her happily and began the process of the transaction, but heavy boot falls in the booth made your gaze snap towards the source, smiling wide at finding Bucky leaning against the frame, arms crossed so his tattoos rippled and moved with the corded muscle. He was staring at you with a blank expression, null and void of any tells, though there was a glimmer of happiness in his eyes that filled your heart and fuelled the butterflies to a dull roar.

“Hey.”

“Hey, you!” You rushed, getting to your feet just as the young woman left the shop. As soon as she was out the door, there was a collective exhale of breath in relief. “Tough day?”

“What gave it away, Sunny?” Steve groaned as he stood in the doorway of his own booth, rubbing his face and mussing his hair and neatly trimmed beard. “It seemed that flash day means all the tough clients come outta the woods at once.”

“Speak for yourself,” Nat piped up, stretching to the ceiling and cracking her back. The burgundy leather jacket she wore gleamed in the low light while it complemented her creeping neck tattoos. “I had all the sweet ones then.”

“Yeah, because you intimidate the shit out of ‘em, Nat,” Bucky said, a brow raised in challenge. Nat only shrugged, a coy grin on her blood red lips.

“Today was fun though,” Peter yawned, and you watched as Bucky and Steve rolled their eyes in unison.

“Trust the apprentice to be all rainbows and shit,” Bucky mumbled. “Let’s close up for the night. I wanna go home.”

Everyone left the reception in favour of returning to their booths, and you followed behind Bucky, bottle of Jacks in hand. The donuts lay on the table amongst the neatly stacked portfolios for later – that’s if Steve and Nat didn’t run off with them before you could walk out the door.

“How are you feeling, Buck?” You asked, watching as he flexed his left arm and clenched his hand in a fist before releasing it with a wince. “Are you alright?”

Bucky looked over at you and nodded once. “‘M fine, sweetheart,” he said softly while he cleaned up the tray of ink caps and the rest of his station. “How’re you doing?”

“I’m good,” you said, maybe a little too quick, because Bucky’s gaze snapped up and he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “I’m being honest-”

Slowly, Bucky stepped around from his cart and came to stand right in front of you, his gaze heavy with that critical eye and his habit for problem solving. “No, you’re not, Sunshine.”

Damn it, you cursed in your head, and it must have traitorously flickered across your expression because Bucky hesitated only slightly before his arms suddenly enveloped you and pulled you against his chest. The sudden movement forced a quiet, “oof!” from your lips before you could bite it back – though the feeling of him holding you, as rare as it was, was never unwelcome.

“I know you like hugs, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, his voice just a low rumble in his chest. “Jus’ lemme hold you for a minute, alright?”

Your heart seized and tears burned in the corner of your eyes at his words. Bucky held you so tightly and you were forced to loop your arms around his middle while you rested your cheek on his shoulder – it was indescribable.

Touch was not something Bucky gave freely – sure, it was his job to touch and manipulate and move clients, but it never meant anything more than him just doing his job. He never initiated a hug to Nat, Steve, or even Peter, it was something entirely off the table for him, though here he was, pushing past what he would normally be comfortable with and initiating such a tender embrace to you.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you mumbled. Bucky squeezed you tight for just a second in reply, and when he relaxed his hold, the vice in your chest had lessened significantly.

“Jus’ wanna take care of my girl, ‘s all,” Bucky said, so quietly you almost didn’t hear, but you stiffened.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Bucky hastened, his voice suddenly sharp and he pulled away, leaving you standing by the chair, dumbfounded and in shock. “Forget I said anything, let’s get outta here, huh?”

“No, no wait,” you rushed forward, grabbing his arm while you felt your eyes shine with tears – from what: fear, shock, or happiness, you couldn’t tell. “What did you say?”

A long stretch of silence passed before Bucky met your pleading gaze, but he was frowning slightly, as if he was considering every outcome in the blink of an eye. It was unbearable, and you shook his arm slightly, ignoring the way the muscles didn’t budge under your grip.

“I said I wanted to take care of my girl.”

The tension cracked and split like a whip had cleaved through it, and a heavy breath left your lips. “Your girl?”

“Yeah,” Bucky said, nodding stiffly.

“Are you-” You tried, but stopped. The sudden dryness in your mouth made it difficult to form the words. “Are you saying… what I think you’re saying?”

Bucky held your stare. “Yes.”

“Oh, my god,” you rushed, and you slammed into his chest to wrap your arms around his middle again – this time he was the one that let out a surprised “oof!” before he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Took you fuckin’ long enough!” Steve cried suddenly and you whirled around. Somehow, while engrossed in your panicked train of thought, and Bucky being stuck in his own version of panicking, Steve and Nat had quietly opened the door to eavesdrop. “Nat, you owe me fifty bucks.”

“Dammit,” Nat grumbled before her heels clicked on the floor, the sound muffling the further she walked away.

The fact that they had placed bets on this didn’t leave you feeling surprised in the slightest, if you were honest – Nat had known something was up, naturally, and she made it a point to stare expectantly whenever you would become flustered by literally anything Bucky did: paying special attention to you, calling you Sunshine, or how he was fiercely protective of you, all of which you found out when you went out to coffee with her. She had snorted and laughed at the obviously hilarious expression of shock upon finding any of that out – you had thought you were subtle, dammit.

Stevie, well, he was Bucky’s best friend – you can only hide so much from the person you were with most, if not all of the working day. It also didn’t help Stevie was a nosy sonofabitch on the best of days. “Can’t make a plan without all the variables, Sunny,” Stevie would say smugly whenever you questioned him, a proud, knowing smirk on his lips and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You glanced up at Bucky to see him burning holes through the door to the back of his friends as they made a hasty retreat – there was no way he was clued in on that little game.

“Hey, guys, wait up!” Peter yelled as the bell sounded, followed by his rushed footsteps. “See you tomorrow, Boss!” Bucky didn’t reply as the door closed behind Peter and the shop was silent again – just the two of you.

The slight furrow in his brow and the pensive frown on his lips made your hands grow clammy with nervous sweat; you couldn’t tell what Bucky was thinking, and it was infuriating.

Minutes stretched by, or seconds, you couldn’t tell – you were trapped in his gaze, lost in the thoughts racing through your mind, did he truly mean what he said?

You startled slightly when Bucky’s hand suddenly cupped your cheek, not having seen him move his arm. “So,” he said slowly. The softening of his eyes made your heart flutter – this was your Bucky, a gentle, soft soul that looked out for you.

“Bucky?” You whispered. Bucky only hummed quietly, moving his hands to hold both of yours, the cold bite of his rings caused a shiver to crawl up your spine.

“What d’you say, Sunshine?” Bucky asked, still slow and thoughtful, like he was weighing every word. The tension grew to be unbearable and it was all you could do to keep your breathing even, you wished his intense gaze would waver, or he would look away – just for a damned second.

You licked your lips, shuffling your feet on the spot. “That depends on what you’re as-”

“Be my girl?”

Time stopped. Your heart stopped, ceasing its pounding rhythm for a millisecond before kick-starting thunderously. Sure, he had called you his girl more than once, but hearing him ask if you would be? You prayed to whoever would listen above that you would survive this, for you were floating on cloud nine and you did not want to come back down.

“I-I,” you stumbled, growing even more flustered at the glint in his eyes – you couldn’t tell what he was feeling but you felt pinned, in the best possible way. “Yeah, yeah I want to be your Sunshine, Buck-”

Your stomach swooped at the sudden and entirely unexpected feeling of his lips on yours, and his hands – god, his hands, one moved to hold the side of your throat, the other cupped your face. He set the pace easily and you eagerly followed, you had been craving this for so long that it was almost unbelievable.

To make doubly sure you weren’t dreaming, more than the desire to touch him, you ran your hands up his arms to rest them on his broad shoulders and you felt him smile into the kiss. “It’s real, sweetheart, ‘m here,” Bucky said against your lips, and you sighed happily.

The warm smile Bucky gave you as he pulled away made you miss his touch, even though he had only taken a single step away. “I’ll finish cleanin’ up and then we can get outta here, we have a lot to celebrate, Sunshine, don’t we?”

The butterflies in your stomach became a frenzy at his words, and you nodded shyly. “They’re going to lose their minds, aren’t they?” You mused, sitting on the rolling stool while you waited for him to finish up. “Nat and the guys, I mean.”

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed, zipping up his case. “Yeah, they will, the bastards. Bettin’ on their fuckin’ boss, I oughta fire all of ‘em.” You laughed heartily and Bucky smirked.

Once Bucky’s station had been tidied and cleaned for the next day, he reached a hand out and you accepted it happily. “Let’s get outta here, I gotta treat my girl to a nice night, huh?”

“Only if we take your bike,” you said, squeezing Bucky’s hand and he looked over at you curiously. “I want to fly.”

Bucky only chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t have to tell me twice, sweetheart.”

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Student Bucky

Shy Beefy Student Bucky x Professor Reader

No thots, just

He’s so smitten with his professor, always mesmerized with anything you say, gazing at you with heart eyes while you deliver your lectures. He could listen to you speak for hours, always finding a seat at the very front of the large hall so he doesn’t miss a word.

He’s too shy to ever raise his hand and participate which is upsetting considering he’s on of the brightest students in your class. You always toss him a soft smile when you see him, adoring the little blush that follows after; it’s even worse when you compliment his papers.

Every time he thinks about you, his mind ends up going to less than holy places and his hand finds itself down his pants. He can’t help it, thinking about your pretty body in those suits and skirts, how gorgeous you’d look spread out on your desk. You’re so brilliant and pretty and sweet and he isn’t sure how many times its been but his sheets are messy but he’s still so hard.

He almost has a heart attack when you ask if he’d like to come on board a research project your doing. Obviously he’d never say no but your doe eyes looking up at him are too much and he can only nod in response.

A few late nights and not so innocent touches later

He’s so shy, he’s not even aware of how his size engulfs you under him, all his focus set on making you feel so good, giving you all the pleasure you deserve.

“Does-does it feel good for you?” He asked timidly, biting down on his bottom lip, keeping his moans down, abs tensed from holding his body back from releasing too quickly. He can feel his cock throbbing, his orgasm already at the base of his length.

“So good baby, so so good” You moan, your arms and legs wrapped around his body, the both of you in the middle of your large bed, all clothes tossed off, nothing separating you. “Making me feel so good baby”

The pet name makes him feral as he preens, adjusting his hips so he can fuck the very depths of your soul making you see stars. He maneuvers your legs higher up on his waist, loving the way your ankles are locked around his lower back. You let your hands wander around his body, clawing at the muscles on his back, and holding onto his biceps.

“M’I doing okay?” He pants against your skin, hesitantly bringing his hands to lace with yours, pinning you against the mattress. All you can do is moan and nod, the tip of his cock hitting that sensitive spot just right, your arousal making a creamy mess all along his veiny girthy shaft. “Yeah? M’making you feel good?”

“You’re-so-thick-oh God” You cry out between thrusts, gasping at the stretch while he blushes, keeping his face hidden from you.

“I am?”

You giggle at his shyness, kissing his temple, finding his soft sweetness endearing.

“So thick baby, cock stretching me so good”

“You like it?”

“So fucking good James”

“M’gonna cum” He whines out, his pace growing sloppy but he doesn’t want to stop, he wants this night to last (not realizing it was the first of many). You gasp when he pulls out and buries his face between your legs. He laps at your arousal, mixed with his precum, your sensitive cunt soaking his scruffy cheeks.

“Wan you to cum first” He shoves two fingers into your sopping core, thrusting and curling them till your screaming, your thighs trapping him in.

“JAMES”

“Say-say my name” He lets out a broken moan, growling when he feels your hand tug at his roots, his eyes rolling back. “You taste so good”

“You like that sweet boy? Like when I moan your name?” Your back arches off the bed as he suckles on your swollen clit, your body convulsing as pleasure consumes you. He laps up every drop you give him, not giving you a second to catch your breath; he flips you over with ease, bringing your ass all the way up and shoves his cock back in.

“F-FUCK JA-MES” you claw at the sheets while his large hands grip your hips, slamming your ass back on him to meet his thrusts, his heavy balls hitting your throbbing clit each time.

“You feel so good, don’t wanna pull out” he moaned, throwing his head back, nearly whimpering when he feels you flutter and clench around his swollen cock, your second orgasm already barrelling towards you.

“Can-can I cum in you?” He’s asking permission but he doesn’t know if he’ll have the willpower to pull out if you said no. He’s never felt so good, his cock harder and more sensitive than ever, your pussy swallowing every Inch he gives.

“Cum in me sweet boy” you slur out, letting him man handle you, getting off on how soft and sweet he is, a stark contrast to the way he fucked like an animal.

“Cum with me” he cries out, snaking his hand around to rub your clit, letting his heavy body collapse on top of you, rutting into you, letting his cock rub against your sweet spot. “M’gonna cum so much for you, fuck”

He gives you a few more harsh thrusts before he moans loudly in the back of your neck, his hands reaching out to grab something, locking with yours.

You both lay panting in a post sex haze, his warm cum making you thighs sticky. It doesn’t take long to feel him get hard inside you again, a low rumble emitting from his chest when you clench around him. He slowly drags his cock out before pushing it back in, letting his cum squirt out onto the sheets.

“Can I?” He asks softly, between gently thrusts, wrapping his arms around you when you nod, taking his time to savour your soft body wrapped around his large one. “Don’t wanna leave, you feel so good”

“We have all night baby, all night”

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sleepypanda27 · 7 months

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Lost In Translation

Bucky x reader

Summary: You ask Nat for some language lessons to impress Bucky.

Words: 672

"What are you looking at?" Nat curiously asked, moving closer to you and following your eyes. "Oh," She chuckled, seeing that that was Bucky, who you were staring at. "You should ask him out." She said a bit too loudly for your liking. Bucky turned around to look at both of you for a second before turning his attention back to the movie that was playing on the screen.

"Nat!" You shoved her shoulder, whisper-shouting at her. "Stop it!"

"I'm serious." She laughed. "It's clear as a day that you like him. I don't see where's the problem?"

"I can't just walk up to him and ask him out." You leaned back. "I was thinking…Could you teach me some words in Russian?" You asked.

"I don't know how that could help you, but sure." She smiled mischievously.

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All week she taught you some basic phrases in Russian. She convinced you were doing great.

It was an early morning when you met Bucky in the kitchen.

"Dobroe utro." (Good morning) You said with a big smile.

"Dobroe." (Morning) He replied, pouring himself a cup of coffee, without even noticing that you were speaking a different language. "Wait a sec." He stopped what he was doing. Looking up at you, a bit confused, he was unsure if heard it right. You just smiled and walked away.

After that interaction, you were sure you were doing pretty good.

Later that same day, you saw Bucky walking towards you in the hallway and thought it was your time to shine.

"Hey, Bucky!" You greeted him excitedly.

"Hi, doll. What's up?" He smiled, happy to see you.

"Ja dumaju shto u tebja milaja popka. Idjom na svidanie? " (I think you have a cute butt. Let's go on a date?) You said, with confidence, assuming you asked how his day was going and that yours was going well.

Bucky didn't say a word, staring at you surprised, his eyes wide, and mouth hanging open. He couldn't believe you said something like that.

"Did I say something wrong? Nat said it meant how is your day.." You blushed, starting to feel vulnerable.

"Did Tasha teach you to say that?" Bucky dropped his head, a smile spreading on his face. "That explains everything." He looked up at you again, a light blush tinting his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"What did I say?" Now you knew you said something completely different from what you intended. A cold shiver run down your back.

"My answer is yes." He chuckled.

"Bucky, what did I say?"

"You said my ass looks nice. And asked me out on a date."

You couldn't form a sentence, not even a word. You felt your face burning, and you wanted to hide. You weren't sure if you wanted to kill Natasha or thank her. But on the other hand, apparently, you had a date with Bucky.

"Doll, is our date on?" He had to ask since you hadn't said a word yet, and you resembled a ghost, your face drained of color. "I wanted to ask you out myself a couple of times, but couldn't get the courage," He smiled, placing his hand on your shoulder, trying to calm you. "And there was always something interrupting me whenever I wanted to ask."

"Really?"

"Yes, I even wanted to ask you after the movie night, but I think you were talking about asking out someone."

"Nat said I should ask you out."

"So, instead of that, you wanted to learn Russian to impress me?"

"Now that I'm thinking about it more, it makes no sense." You smiled.

"Doll, I'm already impressed." He chuckled, looking at his watch." I'm so late, Steve is going to kill me. Let's talk more tonight, of course, if our date is still on?"

"It is." You didn't know why where you still blushing.

"Great," He smiled, sending you a flirty wink while walking away. "I'll pick you up at seven. Get ready for the best date ever."

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queen-of-the-avengers · 2 months

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Game Day

Pairing: NHL!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You're a nanny for a famous NHL star player whom you have a major crush on. You take his son to one of his games, which he loves, but it's revealed later on that Steve wasn't playing for his son... he was playing for you.

Squares Filled: engagement (2021) for @avengersbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You’ve been sitting in the driveway for five minutes just contemplating whether or not you should go inside the house. This is your job. You shouldn’t be nervous. You’ve been coming here for two years. Should you look for a new job? Would that make things better? With a shake of your head, you get out of your car and head up the porch steps to the house.

You don’t even have to knock. Steve knows you’re coming over.

“Steve? I’m here,” you announce as you enter.

Steve doesn’t come down right away and you breathe a sigh of relief. You’ve had a major crush on him since you started working for him, but you’re his kid’s nanny. You can’t do anything with him anyway. Instead of facing your feelings, you push them down in hopes you can survive another day. It sucks because you love babysitting his son, Jasper. He’s such a sweet boy and has grown into a very energetic kid. You’ve been with Steve and Jasper since Jasper was born after Steve’s wife left him.

“Y/N!” Jasper squeals when he sees you.

Jasper runs over to you on little legs, and you scoop him up when he gets to you.

“Hi, Jasper! I’ve missed you so much!”

“I miss you!” he grins and hugs you tightly.

Steve comes jogging down the stairs to the left of you and your mouth immediately goes dry at his outfit. He is on the New York Rangers NHL team so he’s dressed in skin-tight clothing that will go under his official uniform. However, the skin-tight spandex stretches over his chest so deliciously that it’s taking everything in you not to set Jasper down and feel his bulging muscles. He has a game he needs to get going to so he asked you to babysit last minute. His sister was going to take him but she backed out at the last second due to medical reasons.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” he says.

You put Jasper down and he runs off presumably to get something for you.

“It’s no problem. I love being here.”

“Well, you know my schedule and everything about Jasper. I won’t have my phone on me so if you need anything, call Bucky. I asked him to be on call if anything happens.”

“Steve, don’t worry about any of this. I got this.”

“You’re the best.” He brings you in for a hug which causes you to stiffen up. His clothes don’t do a good job of hiding how strong he is. He is built like a monster even though he is one of the sweetest men you’ve ever known. “Oh, I’ll be home late. The team will probably want to hang out afterward, win or lose.”

“You guys are going to win,” you smile and pull away from him, “but I don’t mind staying a bit later. Be careful, it’s snowing a lot.”

“Nice to know you worry about me,” he winks.

Just like that, he’s gone. You let out the breath you’ve wanted to let out since seeing Steve in his uniform. Jasper comes back with a picture he was coloring shortly before you got here.

“Alright, Jas, what do you say? Want to surprise Daddy at work?”

“Yeah!” he giggles.

“Okay, let’s get ready.”

You were planning on going to the game with tickets you bought yourself, but what better way for Jasper to show his support than to be there for one of his dad’s games? Steve knows you love going to his games so he’s reserved seats for you if you ever wanted to go. It doesn’t matter if you go or not, those seats will always be available to you for every single game he plays.

You and Jasper get ready before getting into the car, and you make the careful yet short long ride to the stadium he’s playing in. The snow is coming down but not hard enough to keep people off the roads. Luckily, you’ve lived in New York all your life so you can navigate a few icy roads.

When you pay for parking, you two head inside and find your seats quickly. They are some of the best seats in the house, right in front. There is a small ledge between the glass and the wall that someone can stand on if they’re small enough. Jasper is only two, so his small feet fit perfectly on the ledge. You allow him to stand there while holding his legs so he doesn’t fall over.

Steve and his team skate onto the ice, and Jasper gets so excited that he starts doing a little dance and clapping his hands. Damn, he looks so good in his hockey uniform. He doesn’t have his helmet on yet since the game hasn’t started.

“Daddy!” he grins and taps on the glass with his tiny hands.

Steve skates around to get used to the feel of the ice beneath him. He looks at the audience in curiosity when his eyes lock on yours from across the rink. A smile breaks out on his face but he keeps himself from skating over to you. He waves at Jasper who waves back and you almost melt at how cute their relationship is.

The game is about to start but he is going to do his best to make every shot knowing you’re out there watching him.

The game starts off without a hitch, and you sit on the edge of your seat hoping Steve’s team wins. It’s neck and neck until the ref calls for a timeout to settle a disagreement on the points the Rangers just scored. Steve takes this moment to skate over to you and Jasper while taking his helmet off. He puckers his lips which means he wants a kiss from Jasper, and the small child kisses the glass since that’s the best he can do. Steve kisses the glass right over his son’s before winking at you.

It’s the smile combined with the wink that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. Why did he wink at you? Was he hinting at something more? Was it just friendly? He’s sending you mixed signals that are making you confused, but the last thing you’re going to do is ruin it and confront him about it.

The rest of the game went really well for the Rangers, and they won 38-30 just as the buzzer sounded off. Everyone who is in the stands are Rangers fans, so almost everyone cheers for that team. Steve and his team had to get off the ice fairly quickly and into the locker rooms so you didn’t have time to catch him after the game. Plus, he did say that he and his team are going to hang out afterward, win or lose, so it’s time to pack up and get back home.

“Alright, did you like that game?” you ask Jasper when you walk into the house.

“Yeah! Daddy was awesome!”

“Yeah, he was,” you grin. “I’m glad you had a good time but it’s nearly bedtime. I’ll read you your favorite story.”

“Okay!”

“Go brush your teeth and I’ll be right there.”

He runs off to his room while you grab a boxed dinner from the freezer. It has to microwave for ten minutes so you pop that into the microwave and heat it before going to Jasper’s room. He’s not a fan of brushing his teeth at night which is why it only took him thirty seconds to do it, but you’re working on getting him to do it longer.

Storytime only takes six minutes because Jasper is wiped out by today’s events. He didn’t do a lot of running around but he did do a lot of cheering and eating stadium foods. Bedtime has always been easy for Jasper, which you are grateful for.

By the time you got changed into comfier clothes, your dinner was done. For the next two hours, you eat dinner, drink some wine that Steve bought specially for you, and watch one of your favorite TV shows that you’ve seen a million times.

You don’t even realize you fell asleep until Steve got home two hours after that. He shakes off the snow from his jacket before hanging it up and finds you sleeping on the couch with the TV on low volume. Your half-eaten meal and empty wine glass sit on the coffee table, and he lets you sleep a little while longer as he cleans up your mess quietly.

“Doll, wake up,” he whispers and moves some hair away from your face.

You jerk awake but calm immediately when you see it’s Steve. You look at the time and almost curse because it’s so late. You weren’t meant to fall asleep but you had an extra glass of wine that put you right out.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“I don’t mind. I only woke you up because you can sleep on something much more comfortable than this couch.”

“No, I should just go home. It’s pretty late.”

You get up and stretch, and Steve can’t help but look at the patch of skin that shows when your shirt rides up slightly.

“Y/N, it’s snowing pretty bad out there. I had a hard time seeing the road while coming back. Just sleep in my guest room. Honestly, it’s not a problem.”

You should have said no. You should have insisted on going home, but you didn't. Instead, you nod in agreement and follow him to the guest room. You have kept some of your clothes in here from when you had to stay the night previously, so you use those for tonight. After brushing your teeth and doing half of your skin-care routine, you get into bed. Snow isn’t as loud as rain when it hits the window, but you can see it through the shadows and patches of moonlight outside.

It’s hard to fall asleep knowing Steve is only a few doors down from you. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door and you know Jasper didn’t do that. You get out of bed and tread through the darkness to the door. Steve is standing outside fiddling with his hands. There is enough moonlight to light up his face so you don’t bother putting the lights on.

“Is everything okay with Jasper?”

“Yeah, he’s okay. He’s sleeping. I just didn’t thank you for bringing him to the game today.”

“I was already planning on going and figured what harm could it do to bring him along? He had a lot of fun, and he loved seeing you on the rink. You played really well.”

“Yeah, I had someone I needed to impress out there.”

Your heart beats faster at his words but you try to keep the conversation neutral.

“Well, your son was very impressed by you.”

Steve raises his arms to lean them against the frame of the door and moves a bit closer to you. Even in the darkness, you can see how blue his eyes are.

“That’s not who I was trying to impress.” You don’t think you can say anything to him even if you want to. What would you even say? He leans in closer until there is only a few inches between you. “Were you impressed by me?”

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

“If you tell me you’re impressed, I’m about to kiss you. So, were you impressed?”

“Maybe a little,” you tease.

He leans in the rest of the way and kisses you, and just like that, everything between you two changes. He only kisses you that night but makes it a point to do so after every game he plays for the rest of the season. Even when the season is over and done with, he still kisses you as if you’re the only woman that matters to him… and you are.

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📖"The Taste of You"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: Fresh AU, dark rom-com, dark!Bucky, pre-serum Steve, cannibalism, kidnapping, yandere/basement wife, meet cute-ish, gay sex n' stuff, dub-con bordering on non-con, ignoring of sexual boundaries

Summary: Just when he's given up on ever finding Mr. Right, Steve meets the - seemingly - perfect guy at the grocery store.

A dark, cute, funny, fucked up, and very tasty love story.

It's a Fresh AU. "If you can't handle the cannibalism, get out of the kitchen"--or something like that

4. Mise-en-Place

Wait! I haven't read the previous chapter(s)

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Steve has to promise his coworker Daryl everything short of oral sex to get him to pick up his weekend shifts. But he does agree to do it.

And then Steve spends most of the week daydreaming about the upcoming trip with James. He packs and repacks his bag probably a dozen times. He doesn’t really know anything about what they’ll be doing, other than fucking and hanging out at the house. And he doesn’t know anything about the house except that it has a hot tub.

“The Catskills?” Clint complains when Steve calls the morning of his departure to let him know that he’ll be gone for a few days. “You’ve known this guy for a hot second and you’re letting him take you away to the middle of nowhere?”

Steve huffs. “It’s not the middle of nowhere. He’s got a house out there. He goes there all the time.” Steve stuffs his swim trunks into his already stuffed-full weekend bag, then wrestles the zipper closed. He plops down onto his bed with the phone at his ear. “Be happy for me. I really think this is going to go somewhere.”

Clint sighs over the line. “Fine. I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you,” Steve says primly.

“You’re welcome. Look, just … just let me know when you’ve gotten there safely, okay? And text me his address so I at least know where to send the cops for your body.”

“Thank you, Safety Officer Barton,” Steve drawls. “I’ll text you.” They say goodbye and Steve hangs up. He checks the time—still an hour to go. He sighs and tries to resist the urge to check and repack his stuff again.

Steve’s smile is massive as James pulls up in front of his building in the most ridiculous car Steve’s ever seen outside of a movie. “Wow,” he says.

James is movie star handsome in his windswept hair and sunglasses, jaw working as he chews a piece of gum. “Get in loser, we’re going shopping!”

Steve laughs at the line and tosses his bag in the backseat. He opens the passenger side door and slides in across buttery leather. “Is this a fucking Lamborghini?”

“Bugatti, baby,” James says, popping his gum. “You like it?”

“Well I’m not exactly a car guy but …” Steve looks around the interior and nods, impressed. “Don’t you think it’s too cold to have the top down?”

“Psh, 'course it is.” James pushes a button on the dash and the top starts coming out. He leans over and pecks a kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Just wanted to pull up in style.”

Steve hums, taking in the nice outfit James is wearing, how he manages to look so well put together even when he’s casual. (What is something like that called? A sports jacket?) “Yeah. I don’t think anybody could accuse you of not being stylish.” He tries to remember what all he’d stuffed in his bag that morning. It hadn’t all been tee shirts and jeans, had it? Hm. He fiddles with his hands, picking at where there’s still a bit of ochre #217 crusted under the nail. “This isn’t what you were driving on our date.”

“I usually keep this one out at the house,” James tells him. “I’m not about to shell out for a second parking space in fucking Midtown.”

Steve laughs at him, because anybody who drives a Bugatti sure as shit doesn’t have to worry about wasting a few grand on parking.

“Hey! It’s the principle of the matter,” James argues as they zip down Atlantic Avenue, headed for the interstate. “Some things are worth splurging on, some things aren’t.”

“Okay.” Steve settles back in his seat. “What’s worth splurging on, then?”

“Mm.” James pretends to think about it. “Cars to impress your new boyfriend,” he says, and Steve’s heart skips a beat. “Watches. I fucking love watches. Hm … travel, art, a view, privacy,” he continues listing, unaware that Steve’s still totally stuck on the first part. “And a good meal.” He looks over, grinning. “Don’t you think?”

“Um,” Steve licks his lips, trying to calm down. “Y-yeah. Yeah I guess all of those things.” He looks back out the windshield, thoughts spinning. Should he say something? He thinks he should. No better time than when they’re stuck together in a car. There’ll be no escaping the conversation. “So … are we boyfriends?” he asks, his voice coming out much quieter than he intends. He sounds exactly as nervous as he doesn’t want James to think he is. “I mean …” He looks over, can’t read James’ expression because the guy’s half cloaked by the aviators. “Are we?”

James takes one hand off the wheel and holds it out for Steve, threading their fingers together. “I was thinking that we were,” he says, not looking away from the road. “I haven’t been seeing anyone else since I met you. I haven’t wanted to.”

Steve swallows, the butterflies (or frogs or whatever-the-fuck idiom it is that lives in his stomach) jumping around happily. “Me neither,” he says. He tries not to beam too much, tries to be smooth and cool like James is. “Ah, that’s kind of what I was hoping for. What I was hoping you wanted.” He huffs and scratches at his neck awkwardly. “I just um, guess I’ve gotten used to not putting a label on things. ‘Boyfriend’ and stuff.” He looks down. “Guys tend to disappear once you start talking like that.”

“Fuck. What sorts of losers have you been dating?” James says, and Steve is so honestly taken aback that he has to laugh at himself a little and concede the point.

“Yeah, I guess you might be right.”

“I know I’m right.”

It’s cute, how James has gentlemanly outrage for Steve’s lame ass dating life. Steve shrugs, smiling because it’s nice to feel wanted for once, instead of disposable. “S’fine. It just got disheartening after a while. I was starting to think maybe I’m one of those people who’s just meant to wind up alone. The odd one out. Ya know?”

It’s quiet, and when Steve looks over he’s surprised to find James staring at him, the aviators slipped down his nose to reveal his eyes. “Yeah,” James murmurs. “Yeah I know a little bit about being the odd one out.” On the center console, his hand gives Steve’s a squeeze. “And nobody’s meant to be alone, Honey.”

Steve’s chest constricts a little. He licks his lips and watches James watch him. He doesn’t think he’s ever met anybody with eyes as kind and as real as James’. He’s so fucking genuine that it makes Steve feel cracked open whenever James stares at him, peeled down to the raw bits underneath. “You know,” he says quietly. “I’ve never met somebody who looks at me like that.”

James’ mouth quirks. “Like what?”

“Hm. Like you know me already.” Steve turns his head with a sigh and lets his eyes slip closed while he feels the warmth of the sun coming in through the car window. “Like you can read my thoughts. Like you see something other people don’t. It’s intense.”

“... Too intense?”

“Mm mn.” Steve shakes his head. “No, actually I like it. It’s nice for a change. Makes me feel ... I dunno, almost kinda savored?”

When Steve peeks at him again, he’s treated to the sight of James, with his sunglasses pushed back up, grinning at the road. His smile is a slash of sparkling white across his handsome face, making him look too good to be true. “Somebody like you should be savored,” he tells him. “You know, I think I might keep you, Steve.”

Steve grins and turns his head to look back out the window as they drive farther and farther from the city.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Steve opens his eyes, yawning as the car pulls to a stop. “Mm.” He stretches and unhooks his seatbelt. "We there?"

“We’re here.”

From the driveway, the house isn’t much to look at. It’s almost fully concealed within the expertly done landscaping, as if the house’s existence itself is supposed to be a secret. The custom building materials visible at the front door are severe but unique, hinting at what’s inside.

“Holy f—” Steve trails in after James, eyes wide as he looks around.

“Home sweet home,” James demures, dropping Steve’s bag on the kitchen island and walking over to the fridge. There’s the tinkle of ice as he pulls things from the freezer drawer. “So what do you think? It’s nice, right?”

“Um …” Steve walks slowly through the living room, taking in the expensive house. One glance around and anybody with two braincells to rub together would be able to tell that the place was completely custom made, from the studs right on up to the roof. “Yeah. It’s really ...” he looks around. “Intimidating.”

“‘Intimidating’,” James echoes, amused. He pours something amber from a crystal decanter. “I guess that’s fair. You told me I'm intimidating, and I am the one who designed it.”

Steve goes to sit on the couch. “No, I mean it’s great, don’t get me wrong.” He looks around, considering the dark wood and poured concrete and brick, the beaten leather sofas and various oddball art pieces that somehow feel right. “Very … midcentury meets 70’s eclectic.”

James smirks and brings their drinks over, handing Steve his. “Ya know, I know you’re a snobby artist,” he teases. “So I’m not sure if you’re actually complimenting my house or poking fun at it.”

Steve grins around his cocktail straw. “Well it’s more fun if I leave you wondering.”

James sits down next to him on the couch. “Gonna keep me on my toes?”

“Oh, always.”

“By the way, that’s my version of an old fashioned,” James tells him. They clink glasses in a little toast.

“To our weekend away,” Steve says.

“To our very relaxing weekend away,” James agrees. “By the way,” he nods at Steve’s glass. “There’s a little something extra in there. Want to try and guess what it is?

“Ooh. Okay. What are the stakes?”

James waggles his eyebrows. “Oral sex?”

Steve snorts. “Okay sure. But is there really a loser in that equation?”

“Probably not.” James gives him a wink. “But there is most certainly a winner.”

Steve brings his glass up for a thoughtful sip. “Hmm … peach?” he guesses.

James smirks and sinks back further into the couch. “Nope. Close though.”

Steve tries again, sips and thinks about it. “Apricot?”

“Nope.” James is looking delighted. “One more guess. You are close.”

“Well if it’s a stone fruit …” Steve frowns. “Oh! Nectarine?”

“Ha! Yep you got it.” James looks utterly pleased as he leans over to peck a kiss to his cheek. “Smart boy. You win."

Steve flushes at the words. “You don’t seem like a very sore loser.”

“There’s no bet I’d be happier to lose.” James heaves himself up off the couch with a deep sigh. “Alright, obligatory tour time?” He holds out his hand, and Steve is back to grinning like a fool as he lets his boyfriend show him around his intimidating—but also, really damn nice—house.

“It doesn’t feel very lived in,” Steve admits, as they’re changing into their swim trunks. James leads him to the back patio where there’s a hot tub sunken into the concrete. “I thought you said you spend a lot of time here?”

“I said I spend as much time as I can here. Which isn’t as much as I’d like.” James scoots over to sit beside him. “You know we didn’t actually have to wear swimsuits. We’re hours from the city.”

“So isolated. No neighbors at all?”

“Mm mn. Not for miles.”

“Wow. It’s strange to think that places like that even exist anymore.” Steve lays his head on James’ shoulder. “After a lifetime in Brooklyn, ya know? To think that there’s that much space left in the world for just two people?” He shakes his head. “S’crazy.”

“Yeah. But I like it.” James wraps an arm around his waist, holding him close. “It’s freeing, you know? You can just be yourself out here. Don’t have to worry about what anybody will think.”

“Think of what?” Steve asks, remembering how James has said similar things about enjoying privacy in the past. “Are you not out to your family, or something?”

James laughs. “No, not that. I’ve been out to everyone I know since med school. I just meant: in general, I find the seclusion relaxing. I don’t have to worry about nosy neighbors, or being too loud.” He squeezes Steve’s side playfully. “Or walking around butt naked if I want.”

Steve giggles. He pulls away from James in the water, turning to face him with a sly look. “Well, maybe you’re right then.” He slides out of his trunks and holds them up in show before tossing them away. They land with a wet 'splat' on the concrete. “Fuck swimsuits.”

James laughs in delight and copies him, tossing his shorts in the same direction. “Yeah, fuck ‘em.” They’re both laughing as he pulls Steve back in to straddle his lap, the water bubbling around them and mostly-obscuring their nudity. “Oh, Steve,” he sighs. “I’m so glad you let me bring you out here.” He reaches up and cups his jaw. “I really want to get to know you, intimately.” His thumb traces a tender path on Steve’s cheek. “It’ll be nice. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes. “Yeah, it really will.”

They talk for what feels like hours, flirting and sipping cocktails and trading jokes. They share their opinions on stupid topics and meaningful ones, interspersed with the few quiet moments that happen when one of them works up the nerve to tell the other about some intimate detail from their life.

Steve confesses that he'd reached a low point, after his mom's death, and that he hadn't improved until he'd sought out therapy. James receives the information with sympathy, and then keeps his eyes averted as he admits that he’s been married, once before. “It didn’t last long,” he mumbles, looking rueful about it. “Less than a year.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve says gently. “What happened?”

James shakes his head sadly. “He just wasn’t the one. We didn’t see eye to eye on a lot of things and ... he left me."

Steve bites his lip, hating how sad James looks as he talks about it. He tries to lighten the mood by recounting the story of one hilariously bad date in recent memory. It gets James laughing again, which is a relief, and they fall back into the easy banter that seems to come so naturally to them. They’re both dog people. James prefers tea to coffee. Steve is a staunch murderer of houseplants. James fancies himself a gourmet cook.

“Yeah, you still have to prove that to me,” Steve teases as they head back inside, their discarded bathing suits left behind on the patio like shed skin.

James towels Steve off and pulls him into the bed, lying over him. “Oh, I'll prove it. Gonna cook you an amazing dinner tonight.” He dips down, kissing him gently. “But first, I think there’s a wager I lost that I need to make good on.” He kisses down Steve’s throat, his chest. “You want that?”

Steve squirms and nods, blood flowing south at just the thought of James’ beautiful mouth around his dick. “Yeah. Yeah, you definitely should. Don’t want to be a sore loser.”

“Definitely not. Especially since you’re such a gracious winner,” James continues kissing his way down, taking his time, big hands splayed out over ribs, caressing him. “Love your body, honey,” he murmurs against the pale skin of his stomach. He lets his hands slide further down, thumbs swiping over hip bones. “So sweet. So delicate.”

“Christ,” Steve complains, but James doesn’t let him get away with that.

“No. I mean it, Steven. Every part of you. You hear me?”

“Yeah yeah, I—” Steve inhales sharply as he’s suddenly enveloped in the wet heat of James’ mouth, not even very hard, yet. “Oh!”

“Mmhm,” James hums around his mouthful of rapidly-hardening dick. He sucks him gently, rubbing his hands over Steve’s hips, his belly, his sensitive inner thighs. He pops off and taps Steve’s cock against the flat of his tongue. “Feel good?”

Steve nods shakily. “Y-yeah. Yeah keep going. Please.”

James smiles and kisses his belly reverently, then takes him right back into his mouth. Even as Steve hardens all the way, James can still handle a lot, not choking even when Steve’s cock hits the back of his throat. Steve moans at a particularly strong suck. “James, yes,” he whispers, sliding his fingers into James' dark hair and holding him. “Oh, god …” A hand joins in, stroking while James lavishes attention at the head. He’s gentle in how he handles him, but utterly methodical. Steve’s hips kick up once James starts playing with his balls, and he whines near-desperately when a single finger ventures back to his asshole. “Oh fuck …”

James makes a pleased noise that reverberates all the way through Steve's cock and into his balls. He presses the tip of his finger in dry, takes him all the way down to the hilt—and swallows compulsively around the head of his dick.

Steve comes with a sudden cry, clinging to James helplessly as he spurts against his tongue. "Ah ah, ahnn ..." James hums and holds him and sucks him through it, only pulling off once Steve is shivering in oversensitivity. He lays his cheek on Steve’s stomach and waits him out while he recovers. “S-sorry,” Steve pants. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh, it’s okay.”

Eventually Steve’s breathing calms, and he opens his eyes again. He looks down at where James is resting against his stomach, his dark hair against Steve’s pale skin, mouth red and shiny with cum. “Fuck,” Steve breathes. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

James licks his lips clean, staring up at him. “And you’re delicious.” He climbs back up his body, dick hard and insistent where it drags a wet line across Steve’s belly. “Can I fuck you, Sweetheart?” he asks, the words sweeter than they have any right to be as he dips down and kisses him with the taste of cum still on his lips. “Is that okay? or are you too sensitive?”

Steve shivers, rolling his hips up even though his dick has gone soft. “No. No, you can,” he breathes, reaching down to take hold of James' cock and give it a squeeze. It's so hot and big, and the feeling of it throbbing against his palm makes arousal flare back to life in Steve’s belly. “Just … just go slow, yeah?”

James kisses him tenderly, promising, “Of course. Always. Hang on a sec.” He stretches away for the bedside drawer, and then his weight returns. He encourages Steve to roll over onto his front, gently maneuvering a pillow under his hips. “There you go,” he praises, running a hand down the center of his back, over his ass and then the back of one thigh. “God, Steve ... You’re a fucking wet dream, you know that?”

Steve huffs. “Yeah, sure.” He pulses down against the pillow, dick spent but still enjoying the sensation. He gasps when he suddenly feels James nosing between his cheeks. “Oh! Oh fuck, are you gonna —”

“Yeah,” James breathes out against his hole and grabs handfuls of his ass. He squeezes. “Oh, Baby. This fuckin’ peach of an ass." He kisses just below Steve’s tailbone and murmurs, “You’re so small but you got the roundest little ass I ever saw. You know that, Honey?”

Steve makes a tiny sound of protest, but then in the next second James is licking right over him, lapping and sucking at his hole like he can’t get enough. Steve grunts into the sheets and screws his eyes shut, panting at how good it feels. “God, ugh, James …”

James tongues and sucks at him, pulls away with the wettest, filthiest sound possible and growls, “Just want to eat this ass up.”

Steve cries out at the sharp pinch of teeth on his ass, but that sound bleeds into a groan when James sucks hard on the spot, almost certainly securing a bruise in Steve's future. “Fuck,” Steve pants quietly, grinding down against the pillow beneath his hips. He realizes he’s getting hard again just as James starts to really tongue fuck his hole—quick, dirty little jabs that make Steve clench and twitch, desperately aware of how much more he wants to feel. “James,” he gasps, mouth gone dry. He turns his head and pants. “James, oh, please. Please, come on.” He huffs and whines and tries to reach back, and James gets the hint.

He crawls up Steve’s body and seals his chest to Steve's back, kneeing his legs apart, laying his full weight into him. He kisses the nape of Steve's neck and slowly slides his hands all the way down the length of his arms, hands covering Steve's smaller ones at the very end. Steve groans at how good it feels.

“Oh, Daddy.”

He doesn’t mean to say it. It just slips out.

James is quiet for a heartbeat, feeling Steve's back tensing beneath him. He hums smugly and starts kissing and licking at his neck. “Aw, what’s wrong?” he coos. "You embarrassed, Princess? Just cause you like Daddy’s tongue in your ass? Does that get you real worked up?” Steve whines in mortification and James snickers. He licks along the shell of his ear. “Oh yeah, that’s what it is. You’re embarrassed cause you need Daddy to put something a little bigger up there, don'tcha? You need it, and you don’t want to have to ask.”

Steve moans weakly, tears nearly coming to his eyes at how easily James just accepted it, went with it. Fuck, he’s too good to be true. “Yes,” he whispers, pushing his ass back the little bit that he can, with James’ big body weighing him down. “Yeah Daddy, please.”

“Okay. Yeah, okay Baby,” James exhales shakily, as if this is getting to him just as much. “Anything you want, you know that? You can have it.” He kisses Steve’s shoulder and lubes up his fingers, dragging them right over Steve’s hole. “Relax for me, Honey. Just let me make you feel good.”

He presses in with two, slowly, and Steve gasps at the sudden pressure and the stretch. “Oh,” he pants quietly against the sheets, “Oh f-fuck ..."

“Okay?” James asks. He hooks his fingers and gives a slow drag out. “Hm?”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers. His eyes are closed and his brow furrowed as he focuses on the feeling. “Fuck, yeah. It’s–it's good ... oh…”

James pushes back in. He starts up a slow but steady rhythm, fucking him softly on two fingers until Steve’s pressing back into it eagerly, ready enough for another. “Fuck, Honey,” he groans when Steve is clenching and moaning on three of his fingers, wet and loose and pushing back into it, crying out when he gets at his prostate just right. “You ready for my cock, baby?” James asks, already pulling his fingers out.

“Yeah,” Steve says, nodding eagerly and squirming. “Yeah. Condom?”

James hums and rolls his hips, sliding his dick through the slicked up valley of Steve’s ass. “I got tested,” he murmurs. “Don’t need one.”

“What? But—”

James hushes him with a kiss to his shoulder. “We don’t need one,” he whispers, reassuring him. “It’s fine.”

Steve whines, trying to think past the haze of his lust. “Yeah but I … I don’t think—”

James has propped himself up on one arm and is holding his dick with the other, guiding it where he wants it, rubbing the head against Steve’s hole. His knees spread Steve's legs wider, and Steve whimpers,

“Oh, w-wait,”

“Shhh.” James presses harder. His cock slips inside. “Theere we go.”

Steve’s breath catches at the feeling. “Fuck, oh …”

“Beautiful.” James falls back over him, body heavy and warm, cock sliding in in in, until his hips meet Steve's ass. "Oohyeah." He grinds into him and kisses his shoulder. “You’re okay,” he soothes, hips rocking just the barest bit, his cock huge and unrelenting where it's fully seated. “S'that good? Tell Daddy how it feels."

Steve whimpers and nods tightly, because it does feel good. It feels amazing. He loves this part, always has; the first few, overwhelming seconds of being penetrated, being taken. It’s so full, so much pressure inside that he can hardly stand it. “Y-yeah,” he says shakily, thinking about the condom, how James is bare up inside him right now. “S’big. Oh, fuck, James …”

“Yeah,” James says, moving against him in another, dirty grind. Then he seeks out Steve’s mouth and kisses him as he starts to fuck him softly.

And Steve kisses back, accepting the slide of James’ tongue and the hot push of his cock as the pleasure mounts. His cock throbs against the pillow and his insides begin to coil tighter and tighter, wanting more. He tries to fuck back harder, tries to wedge a hand underneath of himself, but James catches him in against his body and rolls them over, Steve still held captive against his chest. He hooks a heel over Steve's shin, curls a hand at the base of his neck. His other hand slides down his belly, bumping his cock but not reaching to take him in hand. He just holds him still while he keeps rolling his hips, fucking up into him languidly.

It’s frustratingly slow but it’s at the right angle. In fact it’s at such a fucking perfect angle, and the feeling of being trapped so thoroughly against James' body is so nice, that Steve starts to get close anyway. He cries out and begs, telling James how good it is, babbling at him, begging him for just a touch, just a little more. “I’m gonna cum, please. Ohgod, ohmygod ...” He reaches for himself, cries out loudly when James knocks his hand away, denying him with a breathy,

“Wait.”

“Please!” Steve hiccups, voice small and thready. He’s so close.

“You feel perfect, Steve,” James whispers, kissing the side of his head. “Feels so fucking good for me, inside of your body. D’you know that?” He rolls his hips deep and stays buried up in him, finally wraps his hand around Steve’s cock.

Steve sobs and thrashes against him. “Oh, please! Uhn, ah ah—”

“You beg so pretty, Honey.” James holds him tighter at the neck and strokes him off—so tight and slow. It’s so good, so close but not enough ...

“I–I need,” Steve gasps,

“Shshsh, I know, I know. You’re so close, aren’t you Baby?” James is hardly thrusting now, just grinding his cock inside Steve while he jerks him off. “So close,” he whispers. “You can almost taste it.” He flicks his tongue over the shell of Steve’s ear and Steve sobs.

He nods against the hand on his neck, relishing the way that he’s being held so tight, controlled so completely, coaxing words whispered right into his skin, working him closer and closer to the edge. Fuck, there really are tears in his eyes now. “P-please,” he begs wetly. “Oh.”

“It’s okay,” James coos, squeezing his cock even harder and going faster, knuckling under the head on every stroke. It’s enough, finally. Oh. “Let me feel you now, Honey. Right on my dick. Let Daddy feel it happen.”

It's that knuckle under the head that does it; that, and Bucky's voice purring reassuring filth in his ear. Steve grunts as his orgasm breaks inside, that high tide of pleasure finally tipping over and crashing so good that it hurts. “Oh, god, ohfuck ...” He seizes in James’ hold, voice sticking in his throat as he goes silent and shoots off hard, pulsing and pulsing with it. So fucking good.

James groans and curses beneath him. He wraps both of his huge arms around Steve’s middle and holds him like a sex doll while he ruts into him, chasing his own climax until he’s coming, too. He fucks him through it, until his cum is slipping back out around his slowing thrusts and his softening dick, their bodies messy and wet. “Fuck,” he pants hotly against the back of Steve’s neck. “Steve.”

Steve whines at the feeling when James pulls out, the rest of his cum following a second later. “Oh god. Ugh.”

James chuckles and moves him on the bed. He lies over him, one leg thrown over Steve’s and a hand cradling his face. "C'mere, you."

They kiss, long and slow, lips dragging softly together. James hums and speaks without pulling away. “Well, that was amazing.”

“Yeah.”

He sighs and rolls onto his back. “Come here. Put your head on my chest. Lemme hold you.”

Steve obeys, turning into James and wrapping an arm over his middle, while he thinks about the cum he can still feel leaking out of his ass.

He’d tried to stop it, had felt wrong going bare when they hadn’t talked it over first. He bites his lip, unsure how to say anything now without ruining the afterglow. Maybe he can’t.

“I love making love to you, Steve,” James says quietly, tracing fingertips along his spine. “You’re so beautiful. Perfect.”

“Yeah,” Steve murmurs back, smiling a little because he’s just been fucked probably better than he ever has in his whole entire life.

... Even if James did ignore him about the condom, it was still fucking amazing.

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Just A Number

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader meets Bucky at a party and the attraction is more than either one of them wants to resist.

Notes: Since most stories are younger readers I felt like having a more mature reader could be a nice change of pace. Especially since I'm creeping up on senior discounts and want to believe Bucky could fall in love with someone like me.

I try to keep my readers description vague but, as always, she's female, tall and this one is obviously 40+

Last chapter......

****A slow song came on and Bucky smiled before pulling her close. He whispered in her ear "You are so beautiful doll, you outshine every other woman here. And you smell so damn sweet. I could eat you right up" he growled when he realized that she liked hearing that and smiled at her shiver. He pulled back to look her in the eyes

"You wanna get out of here, sweetheart?"*****

Chapter 2

***SMUT! 18+ ONLY!

She smiled and nodded "I live with my sister so unless you want to run into her and Sam we should go to yours."

Bucky nodded and pulled her to the valet. He was careful about touching her too much around others, very aware of the fact that people knowing she was close to him could cause her problems he didn't wish on anyone.

But once they were inside his apartment he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. She opened her mouth for him and moaned at the taste of him, their tongues dancing until she needed to catch her breath.

Bucky started kissing down her neck, his hands exploring every bit of flesh he could reach and working to expose more.

She stuttered "J uh fuck Ja god James. Need you, to to feel you. Zip zipper I-"

Her breath caught as he spun her around to face the wall and slowly pulled her zipper down, smirking at the way she shivered at his touch. Sensitive, he liked that.

He kissed her shoulders as her dress dropped to the floor and she let out a small whimper. "Tell me doll. I wanna hear you."

"S'good Jamie. Love how you touch me. More please." She whined

He turned her around again, making her yelp, and pulled back to look at her lacey corset and silk stockings.

He groaned "Fuck doll, you are so beautiful" as he kissed down her neck, over her breasts and her stomach until he was on his knees unclasping her stockings and rolling them down, one at a time. After he pulled both legs off he ran his hands up and down her bare legs until he barely teased her clothed core, gasping at the state she was in

"You're making a mess already but I've barely touched you, and you smell so good." He pushed his face into her groin, taking a deep breath and groaning loudly.

"I need to taste you sweet girl. Is that ok? Can I suck on your clit and fuck you with my tongue?"

Y/N whimpered softly, his mouth was going to kill her and he had only kissed her. That dirty talk was doing all kinds of things to her.

"please" she whined, he smiled and stood up, taking her with him to his bed where he laid her down gently and unlaced her corset, fingers dragging across her skin as he pushed it off of her. He stopped and paid attention to each breast, suckling and nibbling on her nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

Bucky reached up and ripped her panties off of her trembling body, making her gasp. He made himself comfortable with his head between her legs, wrapping his arms around her thighs to pull her closer. He nudged her clit with his nose and reached out with his tongue to taste her sweet smelling slick and groaned into her heat before he started licking and sucking, drinking of her like he was dying of thirst and only she could sate his need.

He clocked every response, memorizing which spots garnered a reaction, saving it all for future reference. He already knew that once, one night, wouldn't be enough. Her soft moans and whimpers were making him harder than he remembered ever being and he humped against the mattress for some friction.

Y/N was holding onto his hair, grinding her pussy on his face when she felt her orgasm building, as he devoured her like a man starved, moaning at her taste.

"Oh fuck, JJames. D d donnt stop, I'm gonna, fuuuucck!!"

She seized up as it hit her, her vision went white and she gushed all over his face, yelling his name "Jaaammess, yes!!"

Bucky pulled away from his meal to stare at her blissed out face and kissed his way back up to her lips as she slowly came back, still trembling from the intensity.

"You ok doll? Still with me?"

She smiled lazily and nodded "mmmhhmm. So good."

He smirked "You need to rest? Or can you handle more?"

She giggled "I can take whatever you can dish out, sarge." and reached for him.

He shook his head "No sweetheart, maybe next time but right now I really need to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. That ok?"

She nodded "Yes sarge, I need you to fill me up."

He reached for his night table but before he could open the drawer she grabbed his left arm.

Bucky froze, afraid she would be scared of his arm but she ran her hand along it which he couldn't actually "feel" but gave him a chill regardless.

She looked him in the eyes "I can't get pregnant and it's been years, literally. I want to feel you."

Bucky took a second to react and she worried that she went too far before he kissed her hard and groaned "Are you sure? Fuck baby, I want to feel you. Every bit of you."

Bucky rubbed the tip of his cock in her slick "Damn doll, pussy is so wet and swollen and fuuuuck."

He slowly slid into her dripping heat, almost losing it at the feel of her so warm and tight, stretching around his cock.

When he was fully sheathed inside her, she moaned loudly "Shit, James. S'good, s'full." swirling her hips to encourage him to move. "Pleeeaasse, Jamie. More, please!

Bucky grunted as he started moving

"as you wish baby. I'll give you whatever you need."

He fucked into her with slow, deep strokes, trying not to cum yet. He wanted to make this last.

Y/N wrapped her legs around him, it had been too long since she had anything inside her that didn't need batteries and he was filling her up so good.

"Uunngh James, cock is so big, fuck"

He felt her nails digging into his back, felt her body tensing up and could feel his own climax creeping up but didn't know if he could hold back when she came.

"Fuck doll, you feel so fucking good squeezing my cock so tight. You gonna cum for me? Huh baby? Gonna squirt all over my fat cock?"

He growled and fought to hold back "I'm gonna cum doll, fill this sweet pussy up."

He felt her fluttering around him

"You like that? Huh? You want me to fill you up? Till I'm dripping out of you? Tell me!"

She was trying to wait but was already sensitive and her orgasm barrelled into her before she could stop it.

"Yes, yes fuck JAMES!!"

Bucky kissed her and swallowed her moans before his climax hit him hard. He yelled her name as he shuddered and emptied himself into her.

After they both came down he kissed her again "Damn sweetheart. That was....."

She smiled "Yeah it was."

He tried to pull away but she whined "Don't worry doll, I'll be right back."

He returned with a warm wet cloth and cleaned her up before tossing it towards the bathroom and laying down next to her.

Bucky pulled her into his arms and they both dozed off, waking up to indulge twice more during the night.

Y/N startled awake and looked around in the dark, reminding herself where she was. Bucky had rolled over and was snoring.

She looked at him sadly, wishing they could be more than the proverbial ships passing in the night but he deserved so much more than she could give him.

She got up carefully and grabbed her things, throwing her dress on without anything under and carrying the rest.

She looked back one last time to see his peacefully sleeping face before quietly leaving.

Bucky woke up to his phone ringing and groaned when he answered "Yeah?"

Sam laughed in his ear "Come on sleeping beauty, we have work to do. Meet me at the base."

Bucky grunted and hung up before sitting up. As the fog of some of the best sleep he had in years faded he realized that Y/N had left without a trace besides the scratches on his back.

He shook his head in frustration, figured she was too good to be true, and got up to take a shower.

When Y/N left the uber, she looked up at her building and sighed, it was almost 5 so Dawn was probably up. She had already felt a spark with James but knew it couldn't work so left to spare both of them. She hoped he did find someone who made him happy.

Sam had already left and Dawn was in the kitchen with coffee made.

"Hey Sissy, how was the soldier? Did the serum, ahem, enhance everything?" Dawn teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

Y/N sighed "He was amazing, enhanced and knew how to use it. Best sex I've had since...." She choked up and couldn't finish.

"Then why are you here? He didn't kick you out did he? Because winter soldier or not, I'll fuck him up if he mistreated my Sissy."

Y/N smiled at her sisters overprotectiveness. It always amused her since she was 10 years older and 4 inches taller than Dawn but Dawn had always been the tough one while Y/N was the sensitive one.

"No, we both fell asleep and I left when I woke up. Left him sleeping like a baby." She sighed.

Dawn gave her the stink eye "You really like him don't you? Why did you leave? You'll never find someone if you don't give them a chance."

Y/N shook her head "You know why. I had someone and lost him, I don't know if I could go through that again. James deserves better than a broken woman like me. Enough of that, I don't want to talk about it. I'm going to try and get some sleep."

Dawn shook her head "You need to stop sabotaging your own happiness dammit. And keep your phone on, there's supposed to be some job openings coming up." and went to get ready for work.

A few hours later Y/N was woken up by her phone ringing, Dawn's ringtone, AC/DC Back in Black. She groaned and answered "Yeah?"

Dawn started talking faster than Y/N could keep up "I told you something was coming, there's openings in P.R. but you need to be here by 10 so get up! Love you, bye!"

Y/N stared at the phone for a minute before what Dawn said got through to her. She shook her head and hurried into the shower.

By noon she had a new job. It was assistant to an assistant but it paid well and had good benefits. She also had the same hours as Dawn so they could ride to work together.

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Bucky and Sam were on a plane headed towards Eastern Europe to look for The Power Broker who was rumoured to have a new scientist working on a serum.

Bucky was staring at his phone, scowling while Sam bothered him.

"So you did hook up with her? If she's anything like her sister you should be in a much better mood." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Bucky glared at him "The sex was amazing but she left before I woke up. No note or anything. I felt like we connected but, yeah."

"Maybe she had work? Just call her when we get back."

Bucky shook his head "I didn't get her number."

"I could get it from Dawn."

Bucky shook his head "Seems she made it obvious she's not interested. Just let it go."

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Chapter 3

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girl-next-door-writes · 1 year

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Wave Of Mutilation

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: In his efforts to make amends, Bucky comes to the one name on the list he is not sure he will ever be able to forgive himself for.

Word Count: 1395 words

Prompt: Wave of Mutilation by The Pixies

A/N: Okay, so an absolute AGE ago some of my wonderful followers were due to receive song fics. This is one of them. Sorry it has taken me so freaking long @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse but here it finally is for you!

The list in his hand was not as extensive as it had once been. There were names scrubbed off, some with a single line, some obliterated with a hint of the frustration that had come with that particular interaction. Still, he was making progress. That was the whole point of this, right? Somehow balance some invisible scales somewhere, wipe out a tiny amount of the red in his ledger? His grip on his coffee cup increased a fraction as his eyes skirted over a name. Your name. Some people on this list were more of a challenge than others, more personal, more important. Of everyone on his list, you were the one person he really hoped would forgive him, though he didn’t know how you could. The wind picked up a little, sending cascades of freshly fallen leaves along the sidewalk, depositing them in nooks and crannies where they would lie unnoticed until they rotted away. That was a feeling Bucky was fighting real hard not to give in to. He didn’t want to hide away anymore, he wanted to move forward.

His fingers worked to fold the paper napkin in front of him, a tiny distraction, something to focus on instead of the growing ball of anxiety in his chest. Each time the bell above the door rang, heralding another new arrival, he felt the pounding in his head growing louder. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Maybe he wasn’t ready for this one. Maybe he would never be ready for this meeting. He had left you there, believed their lies that you were dead. How could you ever forgive him for not even trying to find out if anything they had told him was true?

The clouds outside had turned darker and the first splatters of rain hit the window next to him and he got a strange sense of de-ja-vu. Another time, another coffee shop, sitting opposite you as the two of you watched a mark. It had been one of the times they had sent you out with him, to monitor his conditioning after a new process had been implemented. Having you there with him also made him less conspicuous, people tended to remember a lone, brooding man sitting in one spot for hours but the addition of a lovely companion made him fade into the background a little more.

The two of you had made small talk. Well, you had made small talk and he had sat there almost stoically, focused on the mission. To him, you were just one of the tech people, inconsequential. To you, he was fascinating and beautifully broken, something you felt guilty about being a part of, not that he would ever hold it against you. Never you.

Bucky was never entirely sure why, but they allowed you to accompany him on more missions and despite multiple wipes he always had a vague memory of you, almost like a dream he barely remembered upon waking. It was more of a feeling, a warmth, safety. The memory brought the ghost of a smile to his lips. In all that horror, in amongst the pain and the anguish he had found a glimmer of peace, but then another memory forced its way into his mind and his smile disappeared without a trace.

They must have known, must have picked up on something, because when they set him up, they knew exactly which buttons to press. They let him believe you had betrayed him, and he had taken their bait. He had been deaf to your protestations, you swearing to him that you would never do anything that could hurt him like that. His arm had been across your throat, your back slammed against the metal wall as he glared at you like a wild animal. All trace of the man you had thought you knew was gone and as he felt your body grow heavy the sirens blaring around him drew his attention. The facility had been infiltrated by some unknown enemy and he let your unconscious body drop to the floor as he stalked off to fight.

They had told him you were dead, added you name to his kill list, and he had accepted it. Sitting back in that godforsaken chair, preparing for another wipe, he was glad of this one, eager to rid himself of the memory of you and your betrayal. But a hurt like that has a way of sticking around.

Once he had successfully escaped HYDRA, he had accessed his files and discovered what had really happened. They had believed you to be a threat, that you were growing fond of your subject and they needed to sever that connection permanently. The plan had been to have him kill you, but the attack had left you in a coma for a while, which was good enough for their purposes. They could always kill you later if needed. Bucky had felt the crashing weight of guilty hit him with this discovery. He had been right to trust you because you actually cared for him, and he had hurt you so badly.

When his therapist suggested making a list, he had been torn between putting you at the top of it or keeping you off it altogether. It had been Sam who told him you needed to be on there after he found Bucky pouring over your file again in the early hours of the morning once the nightmares had stolen his rest. Buck knew he was right, but seeing you again terrified him. You must hate him, he knew he hated himself.

So many times he had thought about finding you, pulling this band aid off and getting it over with, but he always seemed to find an excuse not to. He knew where you lived, where you worked, your phone number, but for months he just couldn’t bring himself to see the fear and disgust he knew would be in your eyes if you even agreed to see him. Then Sam had forced the issue by texting you from Bucky’s phone, asking you to meet up with a date, time and place.

Sitting here with a sullen frown on his face, he wasn’t even sure you would show up. He wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. No matter what happened today he kept telling himself that he would be okay. It would be okay if you didn’t show up. It would be okay if you did, and you hated him. He would be okay.

“Hey.” He was startled by the soft voice, his head snapping up, his eyes meeting yours as he scrambled to his feet awkwardly.

“Hi.” The two of you looked at each other in silence for a long moment before Bucky remembered himself and offered you a seat.

Once the two of you were settled, he took a deep breath and began. “I am no longer the Winter Soldier. I am James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, and you are part of my efforts to make amends.”

“Part of your efforts to make amends?” You asked with a hint of amusement. “And what part am I to play?”

“I- I just…” Bucky trailed off, his heart pounding as he fought to find the right words. Every time he had scripted this in his mind you had either stayed silent or yelled at him, he wasn’t prepared for amusement.

“Look, James, I know what you went through, what they did to you. There is no ‘amends’ to make here. I do not hold you responsible for what happened, so if you need my forgiveness then you have it, whole heartedly. If it will help you to talk about what happened, then we can do that, but I am also more than happy to just catch up. How are you doing? You look a lot better than the last time we met. I like the hair.” You smiled warmly and that feeling of safety enveloped him once more.

As the two of you talked, Bucky wondered why he had been so scared of seeing you again. What the two of you shared was easy and warm and he hoped you would agree to see him again because with every passing second spent in your presence, he felt the Winter Soldier being washed away, leaving the beginnings of the man he truly was.

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dahliarosebud · 1 year

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- Bucky Barnes x Reader

• Angst

• MAIN-MASTER-LIST

Warnings: mentions of depression. mentions of grief induced hallucinations, mentions of family death

Synopsis: As you lie on your death bed you speak to Bucky. It’s been a long time coming and all you’ve wanted was to be reunited with your family and love, to feel whole again. You’re lonely, but not for much longer. You get to be with him again. Well you thought so.

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I sighed as I looked at the white walls. So bleak and bland is life with out you my love. I’m surrounded by the same walls all day as tumours chew me up on the inside. Bed ridded for so long I forgot how long it has been, but I would never forget your face. Or your hair, laugh, eyes.

If you saw me now you would be disappointed. Frail and old. Withered and dying. I lie in my bed with heart ache, but they don’t have any medication for that. I’m long past saving now. I can’t, won’t move on.

I only have one visitor. Steve. He cares for me and pays for my medical bills. You should see him now James, not aged a day. Handsome thing now he is. Never as handsome as you though my love.

My pale skin would shock you. Thin hands, thin face. Raspy breath and hoarse voice. I’m not as beautiful as I was back then. I still cry when I think about you. The way you would hold and kissed me.

I could never love anyone the way I loved...love you. I never stopped. I never married. Never allowed myself the depriving sense of falling in love with another because I would be lying. Lying to myself and them. How could I love anyone the way I loved you?

I still wear the locket you gave me, The picture Steve had taken. We look so happy. We look young. We look in love. I closed my eyes feeling the sorrowful tears. I’m used to it now, its a daily occurrence.

At first it was lack of sleep - a few hours at most. The no sleep at all. Then I couldn’t eat, or drink. That’s when the hallucinations kicked in. I would see you. Speak to you. Feel you. You were there to pick me up when my parents died, but when you were gone that comfort went with you.

Finally my sister found me. Collapsed. On the floor of my apartment, said I was speaking to myself until I finally lost consciousness. Do you remember Annabella? My sister. God when she was younger she used to be in love with you. I mean who could blame her.

She was married, had a few kids. They died. Every single one of them. Car crash. I outlived everyone. My curse. Cursed with life. How ridiculous. I laughed, wheezing out painful coughs that rattled in my chest and squeezed my lungs.

I can hear them speaking about me. They are just muffled and everything is blurred. It used to scare me ,but now I find it comforting. I don’t want to watch the world grow as I age. Not with out you.

“How is she?” Steve asked stood in the door way. Hands on his hips looking between Y/n and the doctor.

“She will be gone in the week sir,” she said softly looking down. The never aging man looked down, sighing through his nose. He chewed the inside of his cheek. He only just lost Peggy and now you too?

The doctors hand clamped down on his shoulder, jostling his body, “I’m sorry Mr Rodgers” A trained, tired smile on his face. The blonde man nodded looking up at the doctor. A flimsy, wavering smile plastered on his face.

He exhaled through his nose once the doctor left. Making slow foot steps to your bedside. He watched the way you ran your thumb up and down the gold dainty chain. He stared back at yours and Bucky’s smiling faces. He listened to your soft delirious whispers.

You’ve been talking to yourself for a couple of days now. Steve remembers the way your body had rattled the bed after you seizure. The way he had a sickening lump wedged into his throat as he was pushed out of the room.

He put his hand on your arm. Rubbing your frail skin with his thumb. His eyebrows creased as he felt your weak pulse. It was selfish of him to expect you to stay. Especially after everything.

I’ll be joining you soon I should think James. You promise you will take me to see everyone right? In all honesty my time has been long overdue. I’ve over stayed my welcome on this earth.

A little piece of me had died with my parents, then you, then my sister. I have nothing left to give. What, who is there to live for? I’ll be with you very soon my love, just wait a bit longer.

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Sebastian Stan x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Nick Fowler x Reader; dub!con, anal plug, vaginal sex, anal sex, daddy kink, forced orgasms, overstimulation, piss kink, piss in ass

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You knew Daddy was on a business call, but you didn't care, you needed to be fucked. Daddy wasn't happy, it was an important call.

Gesturing to Bucky and Nick, his top two men, he said, "Alright boys, she needs to be fucked, so fuck her. One in the ass, one in the cunt, you decide who gets to go where."

Nick said, "I'm going in that ass, Barnes."

Bucky held up his hands in surrender. "Hey man, boss says that pussy is heaven, I'm just fine going there early."

"You boys make sure she comes first," Sebastian said, about to continue the call as Nick scoffed and Bucky nodded, when they all saw what was underneath your skirt.

You laid on the table on your stomach, feet on the floor, legs spread wide. You weren't wearing any panties underneath your skirt, and they could all easily see the end of the plug you had in your ass.

"Such a fucking whore," Nick sneered.

"Maybe, but she's my whore, so be good to her," Sebastian reminded them, sitting back in his chair and continuing his call.

Nick nodded, then pulled the plug out of you, making you moan. "Doll, gotta be quiet, boss is on the phone, remember?" Bucky said, ducking down to whisper in your ear.

"Need help Bucky," you whined.

"Okay doll, here, suck my fingers," Bucky said, pushing two fingers between your lips, letting you suck on them. He undid his pants with his other hand, lining up at your pussy and pushing in, until he was in all the way. Then Nick lined up with your asshole, thrusting hard and fucking into you in one quick movement. You bit down on Bucky's fingers, thanking god they were metal.

Nick and Bucky began fucking you, Nick keeping a fast and hard pace, Bucky going slower and a little harder. The dichotomy was driving you insane and you kept biting down on Bucky's metal fingers in between sucking them, whenever one of them hit particularly hard.

Nick reached down and rubbed your clit hard, making you scream around Bucky's fingers as you came hard, squirting around them. Nick kept rubbing, wouldn't let up, and you came a second time, squirting again.

Satisfied that Sebastian would be happy, Nick sat back and slammed into your ass, fucking you harder and coming in a few thrusts, and putting your plug back in you. He slapped your ass, making you squeal, and walked away.

Bucky shook his head, readjusted his stance, and began rolling his hips in a way that pressed your plug against him while he pressed on your spot. Your eyes rolled, and you were built back up quickly, coming easily, languidly, body loose and relaxed.

Bucky grinned, then started fucking faster, using you for his own pleasure. Your body was lax and he grunted as he spilled into it, you clenching as tight as you could around him.

Bucky pulled out, freeing his fingers, and shushed your whine, your eyes closed. "Your Daddy's coming doll," he whispered.

Hands grasped your hips. "Hey baby, you feeling good?" Sebastian asked, chuckling lowly as you opened your eyes, turned your head and replied, "Mhmm, but could be even better Daddy."

"Is that so baby girl? What do you need sweetheart, tell Daddy," Sebastian encouraged, stroking your head, down your back to rest on your ass.

"Need Daddy's cock," you whined, dropping your head forwards on the table.

"Good girl, telling Daddy what you need! I'll give it you sweetheart, don't worry. Daddy's always gonna give his baby girl what she wants." Sebastian gently pushed into your pussy, folding himself over your body. His thrusts were short but so deep inside you, you felt them in your throat.

He put his hands under your shirt, sliding up and holding your tits, squeezing them as he thrust. You sobbed, overwhelmed with the pleasure, coming and squirting around him as he kept jabbing at your spot. He finally stopped and you slumped, body completely boneless.

Sebastian smiled, standing up, and fucking into you with longer strokes, going faster and harder as he began chasing his own orgasm.

"Can you give me one more sweetheart? Can you be good girl and come on Daddy's cock one more time baby girl?" Sebastian asked, jaw tight as he fucked you hard.

Your body was twitching, pleasure racing through you. "D-don't know D-Daddy," you cried, not even able to push yourself up on your arms.

"Yeah you can, you can do it baby girl, I know you can," Sebastian said, bringing his hand to your clit, rubbing even as you wailed.

"Daddy, no, I can't, please don't make me," you begged, squirming and crying, but not going anywhere, too tired.

"Yeah, you're gonna do this baby, cause you interrupted my important call, so you're making it up to me with as many orgasms as I want. And I want one more," Sebastian said, pinching your clit between his fingers.

You screamed, coming dry, body jolting and spasming beneath Sebastian. He groaned as he came too, stilling his hips deep inside you.

He pulled back, saying, "Gentlemen, what you're about to see is ownership, true and base." He waved Nick and Bucky back over, and they each stood behind you, watching.

You panted, still reeling from your fifth orgasm, tears streaming down your face. Sebastian stepped back up to you, pulling your plug out and fitting his softened cock in your hole. He began pissing in your ass, filling you up as Bucky and Nick watched on, impressed.

"Jesus boss, she really is your whore," Bucky whistled. "Gotta get me one of these." Nick nodded in agreement.

"You can use her anytime you need, she loves being pissed on too. But that's all you can do, is piss on her, not in her. Got it?" Sebastian asked as he finished, pulling out and plugging you back up, your guts uncomfortably full of piss and cum.

Bucky and Nick nodded, both pulling their cocks back out and immediately turning you over, pissing on your face and tits.

"Fuck, how do you not get turned on doing this?" Nick asked, groaning. "I just came and I sill wanna get hard."

"Takes a lot of practice," Sebastian laughed. "So get as much in as you need boys."

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