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georgiapeach30513 · 6 months
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Kinktober 2023, Day 6
Take The Time
Summary: Every morning you wake up from your worst night. The entire night relentlessly being chased. And each night your will to outrun him was waning. He didn’t seem so bad. And every morning you missed Bucky even more. He had been gone for so long, with no thought of returning. So why were you running from your nightmare? And why were you so so exhausted? When he touched you, why could you still feel it? And why was the rose he gave you now in your bed?
Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, implied non con (sleeping), chasing, stalking/obsession, kidnapping, brief bondage, voyeurism, unprotected sex, PIV sex, manhandling, taunting, creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.7K
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You jolt up in your bed. Chest heaving as you take short shallow breaths. Looking around to find you’ve managed to be in your bed. The recurring dream — nightmare leaves you feeling disoriented in the morning. Everything seems so real. And you wake up breathless.
Rubbing the back of your neck, you take count of your body. Things are sore. Like you had really been running. Had been chased all night by some masked man. You were running less and less. Slowing down because you wanted to see his face. You couldn’t tell if he was chasing you because he wanted to kill you or if he just wanted you.
He didn’t seem angry as he chased you. He seemed…worried. He was trying to warn you of something, but what? The only thing you cared about was finding where your boyfriend has been.
Picking up your phone, you make the same call as you do every morning. His best friend’s voice groans as he answers, “We haven’t heard from him. I told you I would let you know if there are any leads.”
“Steve, I don’t think he’s that far away,” your voice trails off as you look at your bedside table. A single pink rose and no thorns. There was only one person who ever did that for you.
Steve repeats your name several times before you realize he had been speaking, “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Could you please answer me?”
“Steve, there’s…I have a pink rose, and the thorns have been pulled off.”
“I’m on my way,” Steve was well aware of Bucky’s favorite thing to leave behind for you. It was always a pink rose. Red was cliche, and harsh. Pink was your color. Delicate, feminine, sweet. And every time he painstakingly pulled off each of the thorns. No one would ever hurt you while he was around. Not even an inanimate object or a plant.
You walk into the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror, you look like shit. A few weeks without sleeping would do that to you. You wanted to tell Steve not to come by. What good would it do? If it was Bucky that left that rose behind, he didn’t want to be seen. If it was someone else, Bucky no longer cares for your safety. Your will in the real world was dwindling just as much as your dream self. You didn’t want to chase for him anymore. You just wanted to know he was okay.
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You turn to look over your shoulder, and the masked man is gaining on you. A few more strides, and he would be close enough to capture you. You pump your arms harder, and run just a bit faster. It is exhilarating to know that the monstrosity of a man was putting up such a fight because of you.
Reaching out his hand, you swerve out of the way before he actually touches you. Giggling at the fact that he missed. He growls under his mask, and it causes you to slow enough that he pulls you into his body with body arms.
“You’re not fighting,” his voice is deep on your neck, and your body goes limp. You shake your head no because you didn’t care. The thrill was now gone, and replaced with something more. Lust.
There is something in his voice that was oddly familiar, and your body craved it more than you did. “Mmm,” he sniffs up your neck as his hands roam over your body. Dipping lower, until his hands wrap around your thighs. Jerking them apart, and his hands fully explore between your legs.
“Heaven,” he moans, and you lean your head back on his shoulder. This shouldn’t be as comforting as it is, but you’re prepared to let him have you. It was only a dream after all.
He palms you over your panties, because of course you’re just running around in Bucky’s shirt and panties just like you went to sleep. Letting you get good and comfortable in his embrace before slipping off his glove. His nimble fingers move under the elastic of your panties, and you moan when he enters three fingers into your body.
Giving you no time to adjust before his hand barrels into you. You have to bite onto his neck the harder he pushes. His moans and grunts add to your pleasure.
“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine,” ringing in your ear.
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Your eyes burst open, and you take a haggard breath. A deep soreness in your core. Your face has been planted in your pillow, and now you struggle to get up. How tense were you in your sleep to cause this much tenderness?
You whimper, twisting your body over, and there lies another rose. This time with a glove. Not just any glove. His. You aren’t dreaming. And you want him. But he’s not Bucky.
You cover your face with your hands allowing the tears you have held in for too long pour out. Rivers of saline drift down your face when Steve rushes to your side, “What is going on?”
“You’ve been here?”
“All night,” he looks to the table, and grits his teeth, “Son of a bitch. Where did that come from?”
“H-h-he had to have left it, but who is he? Steve!” You scream as he storms off. “Steve!” He doesn’t turn back to look at you. “Who is he?”
“I think it’s Bucky,” you shake your head no, but he doesn’t see. “The rose. The glove. I think we found him, but not before he found you,” he spins around to look at you. Covering your face with his hand when everything fades to black.
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Groggily you open up your eyes, and try to move. Stuck. This isn’t a dream. This shouldn’t be a reality. Roses. Gloves. Bucky. Masked man. Steve. Tied up, and stretched out. What was happening?
There was no way to get out of your predicament. The cuffs on your arms and legs are tight. Keeping you wide and spread for whoever was coming in here. The good thing is you have clothes. For now.
This is so stupid. Steve did this. There is a weird recurring dream, and Bucky is still missing. But Steve said…Bucky found you. Lights turn on into your hellhole of a room and your eyes clench close.
The person in the room inhales deeply before your bed dips down with your weight, and you peek your eyes open, “Steve?”
“You know, you have caused a lot of problems for us,” he begins. His hand taps you on your leg, and you pull it back. Hearing a low rumble outside of the door.
“Us?”
“His mind is just too powerful. Your stupid fucking rose alerted me of just why he can’t complete a damn mission because he keep going to see your pathetic self,” Steve’s hand slams on the bed, and a feral scream echoes into the hall.
“Ahh, shut up! I am not talking to you!” He screams, standing up to open the door, pulling in the masked man, and you retreat away. Being tied up was the moving difficult. “See, she’s not hurt,” the man turns and glares at Steve, pointing a finger at your restraints. “She’ll run away.”
The man shakes his head no, turning to look at you with the softest of eyes, and you know who he is instantly. “What did you do to him?” You pout, and Bucky tries to step towards you
“He’s a weapon,” Steve shrugs his arms. “But you — you invade his mind so much that he can’t even be that. And it wasn’t until he left that fucking pink rose for you that I realized where he was going when he wasn’t on a leash. My god, I should have known. You have poisoned him from the beginning. But I am giving the two of you a gift. I am allowing him to sleep in here with you when his brain isn’t being turned into mush. And when he finally forgets, we’ll dispose of you.”
Bucky growls, pushing Steve up against the wall. His forearm presses into his neck, but Steve laughs maniacally. “I can make you watch as we destroy her. Loosen your grip,” Bucky backs away immediately, keeping a protective stance around you.
“Sweetheart, if I let your precious boyfriend have fun with you, will you try and escape?” Those crystal blue eyes turn to look at you with the most pleading face. He isn’t as vocal as Bucky once was. He looks scared, and you can’t leave him.
“I won’t escape,” your lip trembles. You wouldn’t escape now. But you’re also taking Bucky with you.
“Good. Soldier, have your fun. Pump her full of cum, beat her, fuck her until she passes out, I don’t care. You understand he might not be the man you remember. He’s a machine.”
Steve turns on his heels, walking out of the room, “And you’re a monster. Bucky?” His head tilts to the side as he walks closer to you. Gently undoing your binding, and you sit up in the bed to remove his mask. Your hand presses gently up against his cheek, and you sob out his name.
“I thought I lost you. Won’t you say something?”
He struggles to say your name, and you brush away his hair, crawling into his lap. “It’s okay. I know what you mean. I got your roses. They can’t take away your heart, huh? Just your words,” his gloved hand pets up and down your back, and it infuriates you. “Take that off. I want to feel your skin.”
“Yeah — yes,” he says robotically, removing the material that keeps him from you. His hand touches your back, and you melt into him. He smells different, but that underlying musk of Bucky that was his natural scent is still there.
“Miss — you.”
“I missed you, too. Dreamed about you every night.”
“Not — dream. Me,” sitting back, you look up at him. Giving him the softest chaste kiss. “Me.”
“I did feel you. But you weren’t really chasing me were you?” He shakes his head smiling. “So I was dreaming, and you were touching?”
“Sorry,” his glove free hand pets up and down your sensitive neck before struggling to put it away. Bucky loved feeling his hand around your neck, and now there is a fear to touch you in that way.
“What if,” you lick your dry lips, eyes flitting around his face when you get the courage to speak. “What if I let you touch me? I’m not dreaming, or sleeping. I’m here. Apparently I am your toy to play with, so play. You…you can put me back in the restraints if you need to”
His brow furrows, and he shakes his head no. “You don’t have to hunt me. You don’t have to wait until I’m sleeping, I’m right here telling you I want you to have me. I’m leaving. But not without you. And…we’ll get out of this. We always do.”
Bucky lifts you off his lap to lay flat on the bed. Lifting up his shirt, he cheekily smiles at your covered core before rubbing the shirt in between his fingers. “Mine?”
You pull his hand down to your center. Letting him flatten his hand against you, “Yours,” a deep low growl rumbles up his chest, followed by a sigh. “It’s always been yours, Bucky.”
Sitting back up, you remove his shirt, and he looks over to the corner of the room, cameras. “Let them watch. I just want you,” you shimmy out of your panties, becoming completely nude while he is still in his gear. “However you want me,” you urge him closer. Taking off his other glove so you can weave your fingers in his.
Touch with Bucky has always been electric, and this is no different. He straightens up with your touch. Eyes opening up to show a bit more life to them. Getting to his knees, he undoes his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock, and you chirp at the sight of him.
“Yours,” he cocks his brow up, before using his thick body to spread you out further. Grabbing the base of his cock, he flicks your clit with his tip. Over and over again until you’re completely needy and squirming for him. Your arousal leaks out onto the bed, but this Bucky doesn’t stop. He wants to torture you with pleasure.
“Bucky!” Your fingers cling to his forearm as you urge him closer to you, but he still sits there flicking your clit, and teasing your entrance. “Bucky, take it. Take all of me. You already have.”
His breathing stutters, and your eyes blow wide open as he thrusts himself completely into you. Giving you seconds to adjust to his wide girth before he rails into you. There isn’t anything sweet about this moment. You’ve had sweet. This is Bucky reclaiming what was always his. Raw and forceful, and all James Bucky Barnes.
His hands slam above your head onto the bed frame. Wood splinters above your head, creaking under his pressure, but you only see Bucky. Much too dressed for your liking, but it was him. Powerful. Dangerous. Hard. But the softness in his eyes remains.
He is everything that you have ever wanted, and so much more. Even in this state, he is perfect. More than any man could ever amount to. He is Bucky. And he is yours. There is a fearful look on his face now. But he never gave up. He always finds you. He promised you he would, and he kept that promise.
Pulling himself out of you he wraps his arm around your waist, and forces you onto your knees, pushing your head down into the mattress before grabbing at your hips, and cramming himself back inside. You grip tightly to the sheets, centering yourself, and trying to remain present. This was always your favorite position. Letting Bucky use you completely, and it makes you a mess.
Squirting out how good it feels, and he goes harder. The bed lurches with every rock into your body. Eyes rolling into the back of the bed as you thank the stars above for giving Bucky back to you.
“And you think she is going to be the secret?” A man looks over towards Steve who was scowling at the monitor. He hated watching Bucky with you. He never deserved you. And no matter what he did, Bucky always found you. Desperation caused this, and he still found you.
“He’s not fighting anymore, is he?” Steve asks the man. Bucky just wanted you. You were his biggest weakness.
“Maybe he wouldn’t have fought, if you didn’t tease him. What was it you told him? You got to sink into her every fucking night? That you were going to breed her like your little bitch?” Steve shrugs his shoulders, trying to fight his impending hard on.
“I’m guessing you never got to fuck her?”
“It’s more complicated than that. She was only worried about Bucky. She didn’t even think about…I didn’t have time to try because that asshole kept needing to see her, and now she’s here, and…I hate him,” Steve grunts as Bucky smirks up at the camera.
Tilting his head back he lets out a guttural moan as he goes harder and faster than he ever has. Your body is completely flat on the bed now, trembling with pleasure as you look back at Bucky. He is different, and somehow still the same. He is enjoying himself, and your pleasure has always been his.
Hands hold tightly to your ass, spreading you apart so he can watch where the two of you connect. “I love you, Bucky,” your voice is barely audible, but he heard it. Crying out your name as he slams into yourself one last time before his thick cream paints your walls, and you moan at the warmth of his added seed.
“I love you, too,” such sweet sounds coming from him. Slowly he pulls himself out of you, and lifts up your ass, pointing to your gaping hole before looking back at the camera. “Mine. Not yours.”
“Who…who’s watching.”
“Him. Shh, go to sleep. Don’t worry. You’re mine.”
“And you are mine.”
“Forever and…”
“Always,” he would forever be yours. Nothing could ever change that. And nothing ever would.
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babyjakes · 7 months
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earn it. [blurb.]
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event | august '23 general requests blurb night
summary | if you want your daddy's cock, you're gonna have to earn it.
pairing | daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader
warnings | ddlg. fairly soft!daddy!bucky but he does force an orgasm out of reader. thigh riding. begging/pleading. fingering/clit play. (implied) multiple orgasms. overstimulation. praise. petnames. squirting. implied p in v.
word count | 308
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requested by @vase-of-lilies | I'm excited about your event! If I could request a Bucky fic where the reader is super needy and just wants to ride his cock, but Bucky is a menace so he makes her ride his thigh first, then he takes super good care of her after being such a good girl for him, so she earns lots of overstimulation because she listened to him the first time! I hope that it is not too much or too little! I just love needy!reader and menace to society!Bucky lol!
an | okay soooo i haven't written for bucky in ages but i really really really wanted to write this request for you friend, thank you so much for sending it in 🥺🤍 i looove thigh riding and overstim so this was just the perfect little idea, thank you for sending it in and i hope you enjoy friend!!! <333
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"Please Daddy, pretty please!"
"I'll be good for you, Daddy— I'll be sooo good if you let me!"
"Pleeease Daddy, need your cock! Need it in me, please, please, please!"
Your desperate words fall on deaf ears as your daddy bounces you on his bare thigh, his big hands supporting you by the waist as you sniffle and whine into his shoulder. "Shhh, pumpkin. C'mon, give me one more. Cum one more time for Daddy, and then you can have it, sweet girl."
"N-no Daddy, please," you beg again, your little hips jerking as he grinds you down more forcefully against his flexed thigh, the thick bands of his muscles hitting right up against your weakest spots.
"But you're doing so good, baby. So good for me, yeah? Just wanna see you cum one more time. You know how much I love seeing you fall apart like this. Doesn't it feel good, baby doll? Don't you like riding Daddy's thigh?"
"Y-ye-es Daddy, but—"
"Shhh," he shushes you again, reaching a hand down to move things along by rubbing your poor, puffy clit. Your hands dig into his shoulder blades as you squeeze your eyes shut, your head pounding as you hear Bucky whisper, "C'mon, baby. Let go for me. That's it..."
He coos loving praises as you squirt helplessly against his leg. He keeps rocking you on top of him as you ride the waves of your orgasm, letting out the sweetest little hums and moans against the familiar safety of his t-shirt.
"That's my girl," he murmurs proudly, kissing the side of your head as you float back down from your high. "Did so good for Daddy, 'm so proud of you, angel. Now let's get you all spread out on your back and ready for me, hmm? Think you've finally earned a good fucking from Daddy."
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renova-writes · 8 months
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dating bucky barnes aesthetic
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It's time, you've come a long way Open the blinds, let me see your face You wouldn't be the first renegade To need somebody
renegade, taylor swift
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avengersfantasies · 8 months
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A Night With Him in Bucharest - 1
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Summary: While on vacation to forget about your ex, you run into a handsome Bucky Barnes at a bar. The two of you have a much-needed one night stand, and after you return from your vacation and having lost all contact with him, you discover you're pregnant.
What to expect: Smut
“Tryin’ to forget your problems too, huh?” a man’s voice spoke from beside you. You turned your head to see a handsome man with shoulder-length brunette hair, bright blue eyes, and the perfect amount of scruff on his face. He wore a red Henley with a black and brown jacket over it, black leather gloves, and a black baseball cap – dark blue jeans and black boots to match.
            “Somethin’ like that” you chuckled – the blood rushing to your face as you started to blush. It didn’t slip past the man, and he responded with a chuckle of his own. “How ‘bout you?”
“Ah,” he smacked his lips, “my problems can’t be forgotten so easily.” You felt him eyeing you up and down. “I’m Bucky,” he smiled. You introduce yourself to the handsome man and finished off the drink you had been sipping. “Next round’s on me.” You smiled and agreed to let him buy the next round of drinks. “So, what’re you hiding from?”
You chuckled and looked down. “Uh…my ex.”
“Yeah?” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”
“Well,” you began – throwing back a shot of vodka, “he uh, well…he could never satisfy me, said it was my fault, then I found out he was going behind my back and screwing the whole city.”
He looked at you in shock and chuckled incredulously. “Your fault?” He exhaled and smirked at you. “Must’ve been blind then.”
You chuckled, and the two of you sat at the bar talking and getting to know each other. The more he spoke, the more the sound of his voice lit a fire in your core – making you want to try to take this further.
“What do ya say we uh…get out of here?” His voice was low – his eyes full of mischief and lust.
“I’d say lead the way,” you bit your lip.
As if there was a fire, Bucky led you to his apartment. “Sorry it’s a little…undecorated,” he chuckled nervously as he opened the door and stepping inside with you. “I haven’t really had time to –”
Before he could finish, your lips were on his – pushing him against the door and closing it. Smirking against your lips, his had reached back and locked the door before leading you over to the mattress he slept on. It wasn’t plush or fancy, but you didn’t care. At that moment, you just needed him to put out the burning fire he’d started in your core. He hovered over you – sliding your shirt off and then your bra – his mouth wrapped around one of your nipples, and he sucked on it – your back arching at the wave of pleasure.
“Off,” you demanded through heavy breaths – pulling at his jacket and shirt. He helped you take his shirt off, and you placed kisses on his chest – your hands reaching down to his jeans. You cupped his bulge and giggled at the sound that fell from his lips.
“Gonna fuck you,” he growled – taking your pants and panties off in one motion. “Nice and good.”
“Please,” you moaned – taking his pants and boxers off before wrapping your hand around his cock. “Fuck, you’re huge,” you growled in his ear.
“Yeah?” he panted – sliding his fingers in between your soaking wet folds. “Seems this pussy wants my huge cock.” He took his fingers from you and licked them clean – moaning at the taste of you. “Can I have a taste?” You nodded breathlessly – unable to speak coherently. Immediately, his face was in between your thighs – his tongue licking up your arousal as it dripped from you. One hand gripped his hair – holding you close to your cunt and keeping the pressure and the other played with your nipples. Each moan his mouth made against your clit brought you closer to bliss, and when he added two of his metal fingers, you gasped in ecstasy.
“Fuck!” you screamed – your hips bucking against him. However, instead of letting your coil snap, he slammed himself into your warm and wet pussy. You gasped – letting out a silent scream as the force of his thrust was enough to give you your first orgasm.
“So warm,” he grunted – moving in and out at a brutal pace. “So tight.” Your head was thrown back in ecstasy – giving him full access to your neck and chest. You moaned as he moved and sucked hickeys on your breasts – furiously pounding your pussy. “Gonna ruin you for any other man,” he panted. “Gonna have this pussy red and raw…you’ll be feelin’ me for days.”
“Please…,” you begged pathetically – sounding like a child begging for candy. “Bucky…please.”
His thumb found its way to your clit – rubbing the throbbing nub – enough to push you over the edge. Your walls clenched him hard.
“Fuck yes, baby,” Bucky groaned – his thrusts becoming sloppy and his body beginning to shake, and you screamed – letting him fuck you through your orgasm. Your legs tried to close on either side of him – your body shaking and bucking underneath him. “Oh no you don’t,” he warned – grabbing your legs, pulling them apart, and pushing them towards your chest – his hands on the back of your thighs. Somehow, this allowed him to hit a deeper spot – pulling another scream of ecstasy and wave of pleasure through your body. Your fingers clawed at his chest as he exploded inside of you – his warm cum coating your walls – the bulge of the tip of his cock showing in your lower stomach. He screamed and moaned into your neck as he filled you to the brim. You felt each rope hit your insides – you didn’t know a man could come so much or that your body could hold all that he was giving you. When he softened, he pulled out of you and let his arousal leak out of you – falling next to you on the mattress as the two of you caught your breath.
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            You had returned from your vacation in Bucharest two months ago, and you began to feel that something was off. You were getting sick – headaches, vomiting, lack of appetite, and fatigue. Thinking that you may have the flu, you took yourself in for a checkup. When filling out the paperwork, you hesitantly circled the yes option for the “have you been sexually active in the past three months?” question. Once you finished, you turned in the clipboard and waited patiently. After scrolling on your phone for about ten minutes, your name was called, and you went back to meet with the nurse. You sat down in a chair as the nurse looked over your paperwork.
            “Since you’ve been sexually active recently, we’re going to do a pregnancy test,” she informed you. “Is that okay?”
            “That’s fine,” you nodded.
You watched as the nurse took out a pregnancy test and handed it to you. She told you where the bathroom was. Without a worry, you went into the bathroom and took the test. After all, you were on birth control when you and Bucky had hooked up two months ago. There was no possibility you could be pregnant. When you finished, you came back into the room and handed it to the nurse.
“If it’s positive, would you like a blood test to be done?” the nurse asked. “It’ll tell us how far along you are.”
You nodded. “If I am, yes, but I’ve been on birth control for years.”
A few tense minutes went by before the nurse looked at the test. “Well,” she began – turning the test over to you, “you are pregnant.” Your eyes widened at the result of the test.
“H-How?” you asked – your expression clearly shocked at learning that you were currently carrying the baby of a man you had a one night stand with.
“Birth control isn’t always affective,” she told you as she grabbed for the blood test kit. You held your arm out and let her prick your finger for a drop of blood. “There are options for you though.”
You nodded as she let go of your hand. “It was just a one night stand,” you whispered. “I don’t even know his last name.” Tears began to well up in your eyes. “I-I thought that with birth control, I couldn’t…,”
“I’ve seen it happen before,” she admitted. “It’s extremely rare, but it has happened.” The nurse looked at the second test. “It looks like you’re a little over two months along…when was this one night stand? Maybe we could give you some resources to help find the father.”
“A little over two months ago,” you quietly admitted. “All I know is his first name and that he speaks Romanian and English.” The nurse nodded – her expression soft and understanding.
“If you would like for us to upload the DNA of the baby prebirth, we can,” she informed you. “If his DNA is in the system, it’ll help find him.”
You nodded. “I’d like that.”
“Okay,” she agreed. “I’m going to have you lie down on the bed so that we can get an ultrasound tech in here.”
You did as told and waited for the tech to come in. A few minutes later, the tech came into the room and greeted you with a smile. The gel he put on your belly was cold – causing you to shiver. Grabbing the transducer probe, the tech began rubbing the gel over your lower stomach. Watching the image on the screen with him, you gasped when you saw the tiny bean.
            “Congratulations,” he smiled – printing out a photo of the fetus with an arrow pointed to it that was labeled baby.
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            “Push, push, push,” the doctor encouraged you – the pain of delivery bringing you to tears. You screamed out – gripping the sides of the bed as hard as you could. “You’re doing amazing,” he praised. “You’re almost there.”
Your breaths were heavy, and you wanted nothing more than for your baby to be here and out of you. You were terrified at the fact that you would be a single parent, but you were determined to give your little one the best life possible. After what seemed like an eternity, you finally felt the pressure give, and the sound of a crying baby filled the room.
“It’s a boy!” one of the nurses announced. You fell back in tears as the nurses placed your newborn on your chest. You held him close and rubbed his back – letting him grip onto your finger.
“Hi there,” you spoke softly. “I’m your mommy.”
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frostironfudge · 2 years
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Won't Let You Shatter - Bucky Barnes (smut)
Summary: A hard day has you wanting to give over control, Bucky's right there to take over, he's hold you and won't let you shatter. Part of my This Feeling I've Got (Bucky Barnes AU). This piece can be read as a standalone.
Pairings: FATWS!Bucky Barnes x Plus Sized! Fem!Reader
Warnings: fluff, smut, minors dni, bucky comforting the reader, cuddling, fingering, knife kink, hands tied, dom/sub dynamic, bucky calls the reader kitten, praise kink, overstimulation, p in v, slight oral fem receiving, thigh riding, mirror sex. if i've missed anything lmk, enjoy!
Word Count: 2635
Masterlist // AO3 // This Feeling I've Got AU Masterlist
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The day was heavy on your shoulders, the tired sigh you let out reached Bucky’s ears before the twist of the lock of the door. His feet carry him over to you, warm arms pull you close. Pulling you into safety, encasing you into peace.
His vibranium fingers, run over your scalp, you relax against him further. When was he able to bring you onto the bed you don’t remember. Bucky does quick work of your shirt buttons, opening it and he lowers your jeans down, as you kick them off.
You push against his own t-shirt, needing to feel him close, needing to have him consume you. He removes the barrier from his skin, pulling you flush against his chest. Your face buried in the crook of his neck. 
Bucky resumes the soft movements upon you. His heart relaxing as the tension eaves your shoulders, you melt against him. 
“Tough day?” He knows not to ask too much too soon, to allow you to process the day and then reach out to him, to pull him into your world. To hold onto him as an anchor, as a lifeline.
You nod, still encased into his warmth, the scent of his body wash and cologne aiding you to latch onto him, to bring yourself out of the dark waters that tried to drown you.
You wanted him to know, wanted to tell him everything. Needed to tell him, but right now all that you wanted was to feel him, be near him. Bask in his presence, thrive in the sunshine that he is to you.
Bucky softly hushes you, the first trace of tears warm but cold against his skin as the weight of you day reveals itself to him wordlessly. 
he rubs his hands along your back, your fingers tighten around his bicep as the break down gets to you.
“I’ve got you, kitten. Let go for me, here to hold you. Won’t let you shatter.” He assures, each word accompanied by a loving touch, accompanied by a kiss to your head, temple, cheek, shoulder. 
You sniffle, palms tracing over his chest as your tears are wiped away by Bucky. He kisses the wet skin of your cheeks, eyes softening as he traces his thumb over your cheekbone. 
“Need you.” You murmur, your breath fans across his palm.
“Kitten,” He wants to be sure, this shouldn’t be something you want to just numb yourself.
“Please.” You look up at him, fresh tears pooling in your eyes, “Need you to take control.” You add.
Bucky nods, pressing a kiss to your lips, it moves from slow and sweet to wanton and needy, your fingers move to tug on his hair, Bucky shifts, above you, pressed against you. 
Your legs wrap around his hips, Bucky groans as you arch against him. 
“Behave, Kitten.” He warns, breaking the kiss and brushing them against your jaw. His stubble brushes against your skin, as he traces kisses to your sternum.
As he sits back, you watch him drink you in, licking his lips. The air around him changes, you watch him plan it out in his mind. 
“Go kneel in front of the mirror, Kitten. Be my good girl.” He instructs, you scramble to comply, kneeling in front of the mirror.
“Good girl,” He praises palm smoothening over your head, you lean into his touch.
“Hands behind you, such a good kitten.” He praises, you whimper as he binds your hands together.
Goosebumps then bloom across your flesh from your shoulders. Left side trailed by his vibranium fingertips and the right carried by the soft gleam of his knife as he cuts into the strap of your bra. 
The material falls forward. Bucky’s lips trace over your collarbone, warmth contrasted by cold as he drags the blade softly across the tops of your breasts. The tip of the blade presses in more when you take a deep breath. He holds it with precision not to pierce your skin. 
Bucky watches as you squirm, the heat of your skin under his, the way the fabric of your panties darkened by your arousal. He felt only slightly bad that he was still wearing his jeans, cock straining hard as little whimpers left your sweet lips. 
The tip of the knife softly scrapes against your skin with each breath you take. Your eyes shift to Bucky, he hums in approval at the way you respond. Then a smirk takes over his features as he thinks you should get some relief.
In a few swift movements your legs are spread further apart, Bucky still remains behind you but you are now perched on his thigh. You close your eyes, breaking the gaze upon yourself and him in the mirror as he contracts his muscle, your hips roll against him.
“Need to be careful, Kitten.” Bucky warns in reminder, knife moves along your neck, then the handle has him titling your head back. Your shoulders retract as he tugs on the rope your hands are tied with, he smirks as he catches your thighs clench around his, aching with need. 
Your vision clouds with his deep azure, eyes hold the lust and power he feels, you want him to wreck you, take you apart then put you back together. 
“Have to pay attention, understood?” He reminds, gripping your hair and turning your gaze back to the the mirror. You watch as he switches hands, left now holding the blade as it is dragged down your back. 
The feel of the metal has you arch, making you moan his name as your hips grind down on his thigh, the material on your panties and his jeans rub deliciously against your clit.
“I know, Kitten. I know.” He affirms, right hand tracing over your thigh, the knife flattens against your lower back, he moves it around, to your side.
“Look at you. Listening to me so well.” Bucky admires your body, soft, needy, skin so beautiful. 
“So fucking beautiful.” He places kisses from your mid back to your shoulder, then up your neck. Altering between open mouth kisses, little bites and leaving his claim in the form of blooming love-bites. 
Bucky admires the way you squirm, trying to stay still, trying to watch him take you apart. 
A soft tear draws your attention, the fabric of your panties torn from one end, the knife traces over your abdomen, circling around your belly button. 
Your stomach contracts and your clit begs for attention.
The fabric meets the same fate on the other side, torn under your wet, aching cunt, and sitting above his thick thigh. 
“Look at you, haven’t touched you yet so wet. Go on grind down on my thigh, I know you want to I know you can do it.”
You bite your lip, gaze lifting from where you sat perched in his thigh to his darkening eyes, you begin to move. Incredibly aware as the knife keeps tracing over you. The binds that tug on your hands, the way Bucky watches you.
You moan, your pace picking up. Bucky keeps his gaze locked with you, his knife cutting into the remaining piece of your bra. It falls to the floor and he admires your breasts bouncing with each rock of your hips. You feel your orgasm looming close, wanting to burn brightly
His fingers trace around your nipple, as does the tip of the knife. You moan, head thrown against his shoulder. Picking up the pace. he rpeats the movements, then switches the knife from one hand to the other, equal attention to each nipple.
Your thighs constrict his, a mess of his name and pleases leaving your lips.
“Go on my sweet, sweet Kitten, cum for me.” he allows and the  coil snaps, you shudder in his grasp, Bucky sets the knife aside and holds you. 
His flesh hand rubs along your inner thighs as the after shocks still run through you. Only after a few moments you realise your bindings are cut through, your hands trace over his, Bucky places a soft kiss to you shoulder.
“How are we feeling, Kitten?” He enquires, soft caresses still upon your flesh.
“Green.” You murmur, he nods. 
“Did so good for me.” He praises as his fingers circle your clit. you grind down against his fingers.
“Hands around me.” He orders, pace increasing, your hips begin to lift from him. Bucky
Your arms encircle around his neck, eyes trained on his fingers, the wet squelch echoing round the room.
“So fucking pretty like this, all spread out for me.” His voice deep and rough, you only moan in response. Bucky watches as you begin to tremble, your orgasm drawing close, your fingers tug on his hair.
“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky—,” You pant, he repeats your name with equal frevor, asking you to make a mess of his fingers, letting you coat him so he can taste you.
His words and the sight of his mouth parted, starving for you. Stars bloom across your vision as your second orgasm takes over. Your muscles contract jaw slack, Bucky admires you his fingers not leaving your overstimulated clit. 
You try to push back his hands, brain fogging as he coaxes you.
“So good for me, Kitten. You will give me another one before I fill you up, going to fuck you right here.” He whispers, your fingers wrap around his forearms arms. His blue jeans darkened by your arousal, almost mimicking the dark shade of his irises.
Bucky bites his lip as your nails dig into his flesh, leaving tiny crescents in their wake. he can feel each little indent even on his vibranium arm though it won’t carry the proof of your attempt to prevent the over stimulation.
“Look at you, so pretty, so beautiful. You can give me one more right?” He questions, chuckling when you nod, eyes glazed over. 
“You love watching me fuck you, don’t you Kitten?” He questions, his hips move against your lower back, both of you now kneeling, two thick fingers inside you and the cold vibranium against your clit has you beg him.
“Bucky, please, please, please…” you babble, tears forming at the corners of your eyes, every little tremor, every little after shock wrecking through you. 
Your senses numbed, Bucky coaxing everything out of you, holding you as you fall apart for him a third time. Trembling in his grasp. 
“So good to me, so very good for me. Proud of you, Kitten.” he murmurs, now in front of you, his lips peppering kisses over your cheeks, forehead and against your lips. You still tremble, knees wanting to Buckle, Bucky licks his fingers clean as he helps you lay back on the carpet.
His hands roam over you, eyes full of adoration and awe, the way your skin feels in his palms. The way your curves are memorised into his skin. They way he could map out your freckles with his eyes closed. The way he has written words onto your skin. Etched his being onto your heart.
He stands getting rid of his remaining layers of clothing. You watch as his length springs free, tip red and coated with a slight sheen of pre cum.
Bucky settles between your bent knees, cunt still wet and inviting. He places soft kisses to each of your thighs, then over your folds, licking a line upto your clit then sucking on the sensitive nub. 
You preen, hands trying to search for an anchor. Bucky hums at your taste, 
“Did so well for me, Kitten, just want one more from you okay?”  He bargains, thumb running soothing circles over your entrance that send jitters through you.
“Can’t, can’t—,” Your head rolls to the side, Bucky places a soft kiss to your cheek.
“Look at me,” he encourages, a softness as he repeats the request with your name.
“Eyes on me baby, you can do it.” He whispers, your hands move to grip at his biceps. Both of you moan in unison as he sheaths himself in your warmth.
“Fuck so damn, tight and warm.” He groans as you clench around him.
“Such a pretty pussy, taking me so well. Always so good to me, Kitten.” Bucky looks from down to back to your face, eyes closed and scrunched in pleasure. He pulls out, then moves back in, your hips arch, legs wrapping around his waist.
You can’t think of anything, just Bucky consumes every fibre of your being, the feel of his thick, veiny cock inside you the pleasurable stretch. His grunts and moans all because of you. 
You look up at him, his face blissed out, his eyes meet yours and you reach up brushing your lips against his as he picks up the pace. The brush of his happy trail along your clit with each thrust has you mewling, the haziness slowly overtaking you as Bucky unravels another layer, his pace relentless.
His words of praise coaxing you into deeper bliss, he movers your right leg higher, placing it over his shoulder diving deeper into you. His cock keeps hitting the spot that has you trembling at a quicker pace, your legs shake and Bucky smirks, your head thrown back as your cum undone around him, he doesn’t stop fucking you through the orgasm. Putting his weight on his metal hand he brings his flesh hand to your clit, thumb rubbing frantic circles as his hips stutter.
“Fill me up, Bucky please, fuck, you feel so good, so full.” you beg, needing him to be pushed to the brink. 
Even though his pace is relentless and your clit aches with the overstimulation you can’t help actively clenching around his cock wanting to have him fall apart.
Bucky’s moans are one after the other, every clench every arch your body does against him driving him to his brink. 
He knows you need him, he wants to meet you there in the afterglow, your nails scrape down his back, needy begging for more for him, he knows he’s pushing you too far but you’re doing so well.
“Fuck, Kitten, going to fill you up.” he says in warning before his hips still, “i’ve got you, I’ve got you. Let go for me.”
You will your eyes to open as you cum undone once again, you watch as his face contorts into pleasure, mouth open, lips parted pink and kiss bitten. Bucky’s soft hair falls across his forehead, trembling fingers reach out to run your hand through his hair.
A loud moan of your name registers in your mind and Bucky resumes thrusting into you, your hips fall back body exhausted. Bucky stays inside you as he pants, aftershocks running though him.
He meets your gaze then, a smile taking over his features as you look blissed out beneath him, slowly, he pulls out of you. Laying next to you on the carpet, pulling you against him.
You both don’t speak, letting your lingering touches to the job. caresses, lips brushing against heated skin. You sigh contended, Bucky kisses your nose making you giggle.
“How do you feel?” He questions, you intertwine your hand with his left, thumb tracing over his hand. He breathes easier at the contact, the signals letting him feel every small divot and touch.
“Like I’m going to feel you inside me for days.” You hum, “So great.” you grin up at him, Bucky laughs.
“Good, my plan was successful then.” He grins as you reach up to play with his hair, he brushes his nose against yours again.
“Thank you.” You murmur, holding onto his chin, thumb brushing over his stubble. 
“Don’t have to thank me, Kitten. You need me in any way. I’m here for you.” He assures, sealing his words with a soft kiss.
-x-
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sebastiansluts · 25 days
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Request: both bucky and the winter soldier make you lick their sweaty bodies( balls,armpits,pecs,feet) and force you to drink their piss
this one is more thots written out than a full on fic
Bucky Barnes x Reader, Winter Solder x Reader; dub/non-con; sweat kink, body worship- balls, armpits, pecs, feet; piss kink- piss drinking,
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
Okay but being held down by the winter soldier while bucky is holding your head into his pecs? Bucky is straddling your hips, his legs holding yours down effortlessly, his hands on his pecs, framing them and pushing them together around your head, smothering you. Your hands were held down by the impossible grip of the winter soldier. He held you immobile as you licked desperately at bucky’s chest. 
Bucky finally letting you breathe, but only for a moment before he’s got you buried in his armpit, smelling his sweat and breathing in his stink as you licked at him. Until the winter soldier gets impatient, and he shoves bucky aside, dragging his balls over your face, teabagging you as you scrambled to reach for something, anything, finding bucky’s hands. He grips yours hands tightly keeping you where he wants you, letting the soldier do what he wants. The soldier sits back and pushes his feet into your face, dragging the soles of them over your tongue, forcing you to lick in between his toes, pressing down on your tongue with his big toe. 
Both of them kneeling on your arms, up by your head, not letting you up, or control anything. They both grip their dicks, the soldier using his metal hand to reach down and grab your chin, forcing your mouth open. They put the tips of their dicks in your mouth and being pissing, your mouth filling until you swallow, and swallow and swallow, over and over again, bucky and the winter soldier are pissing, forcing you to drink it all.
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halfofmysoulsblog · 10 months
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As I am working on Chapter 4 of Darkest Desires, this scene has come to stick out to me and I'm bouncing in my seat right now
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“We have to stay here for almost a week? I feel better…I want to-” He’s interrupting you, his stare pinning you in place. “I have other things to attend to while we’re here. When I leave, you don’t leave this room. I don’t care who knocks, I don’t care if they say they’re the police. I don’t care what you want right now or what you’d rather do,” You’ve never had a person tell you what to do. It was strange. You also didn’t like it. Because you’re stubborn, you open your mouth to protest. He’s moving from across the room, his strides enabling him the ability to move quickly, and you promptly shut your mouth as he comes to stand in front of you, towering over you in the process.
He’s squatting down in front of you, grasping onto the tank’s fabric at the front and tugging you close to him, his chilling gaze a warning. “Remember that I didn’t have to spare you the thought of dead women and children on your hands. You promised that you’d do anything if I went back…now you’re going to do anything and everything I tell you. Don’t leave this room while I’m gone and you’ll go home once I’m finished. Do you understand?” You stare at him silently, your eyes slightly widening, and you nod once. His eyes wander your face, and you don’t imagine his eyes lingering on your lips before he’s standing. “I’ll leave you with everything you need. I’ll be in and out over the next few days,”
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@ellethespaceunicorn
@adoreyouusugar
@winters-doll
@louderfortheback
@motherofcatz88 -Hope you don't mind
@kaidennnnn
-things are about to get dangerous, spicy, and maybe a little tender on our girl's part of things
BYE 🏃🏽‍♀️💨
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pedrito-friskito · 2 years
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the way we were / the way we are - masterlist
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you met Bucky between the bookshelves. he stole your heart beneath starry skies. it was a match made in heaven, but fate had other plans.
(Bucky Barnes x reader fic; this story follows the general timeline of the MCU - with some obvious differences. I'm horrible at writing summaries, but essentially this encompasses all the versions of Bucky we all know from the movies and show: the all-American military man, The Winter Soldier, the semi-stable 100-year-old man, the White Wolf, and beyond. Reader becomes a variation of the super-soldier)
A/N: this fic is posted in full (incomplete right now) on ao3! link is here! I haven’t worked on it in a while but I am determined to finish it eventually. it was the first fic I ever posted online and what got me back into fanfiction and eventually lead me back to tumblr lol so be gentle! this is a fix-it fic (of sorts - I didn’t change everything)
warnings/notices: smut, fluff, falling in love, some chapters deal with Bucky’s PTSD/mental illness after being the Winter Soldier. all violence depicted is canon-typical for the most part, chapters will have warnings but if you can handle the MCU, you should be okay here!
there is use of y/n - it was all the rage when I started writing this LOL I might phase it out in future chapters but it’s sticking for the time being (if that’s not your jam, all my other fics/oneshots do NOT use y/n so check those out if you like!)
chapter titles are song lyrics - the updated spotify playlist is here.
*chapters w/ smut are marked w/ a “*”!!
chapters (chronologically by movie):
the first avenger:
1 - the first time ever I saw your face
2 - take this heart of gold and melt it down*
3 - I got soul but I’m not a soldier
4 - if I should go before you
5 - tell me where your heart is
6 - is there somebody who can watch you
7 - when you hear my voice, when you say my name*
8 - these days are numbered
the avengers:
9 - this world is not my home
the winter soldier:
10 - back in my body
11 - how many times can I break till I shatter
12 - what am I here for
age of ultron:
13 - when the night is over
14 - nothing left for you
civil war:
15 - way down we go
16 - judgement day*
17 - you can never break the chain
18 - nobody teaches you to hurt like this
19 - sad, beautiful, tragic
20 - whatever helps you sleep at night
infinity war:
21 - I could use somebody
22 - when it feels like this
23 - make this go on forever
24 - if we had five more minutes
25 - do you want to die together?
endgame:
26 - but I’m forever missing him (and you caused it)
27 - are you really gonna love me when I’m gone?
28 - okay, fine, maybe I’m just a little nostalgic
29 - every night I’m dancing with your ghost
30 - taking care of soulfight
31 - soldier, poet, king
32 - home is wherever I’m with you
33 - you’re the one who breaks my heart right
the falcon and the winter soldier:
34 - I think I’ve seen this film before and I didn’t like the ending
35 - give me a minute to hold my girl
36 - it’s not easy to be me
37 - I try to be happy but it’s hard sometimes
38 - it wasn’t easy to be happy for you
39 - try not to abuse your power
40 - let’s fall in love for the night
41 - need the sun to break
42 - not ready to make nice
43 - too much is never enough
44 - the man who can’t be moved
45 - nothing fucks with my baby
46 - I was far too scared to hit him…
47 - …but I would hit him in a heartbeat now
48 - that funny feeling
49 - easy on me
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mariessecretcorner · 9 months
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Going to be working on the masterlist tonight guys! So don’t worry I’ll post some of my work soon!
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ghostofasoldier · 2 years
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Apparition... ReWrite Chapter 2
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Chapter One
Chapter Two: ***There's a lot of SMUT HERE****
My whole body hurts. 
Every inch, every muscle, every breath. 
I don’t know where I am or how I got to where I was. 
The only thing I remember is  his face. The palest blue eyes I’d ever seen peeking through the darkness of the night. I remember the look of frustration and the way his body radiated retaliation long before he uttered the word. At the thought of it I feel a lump form in my throat and an urge to cry. I may be the last living Pierce, but I wasn’t my father. I just prayed that my blue eyed captor could see that for himself. 
Wherever I was, it was quiet, cold, and uninviting. I couldn’t see where I was due to the fitted cloth covering my eyes. I couldn’t scream because of the gag in my mouth. All I could do was sit, my back pressed up against the cold brick of wherever I was. My breathing stops when I hear footsteps moving across the floor. 
He was in the room with me. It was then I could feel his eyes on me through the cloth hiding my eyes. I felt weaker with every step forward. His combat boots firm against the wood beneath him. It takes the Winter Soldier one swift movement to pull the cloth from my eyes. I can feel his eyes on me as my eyes struggle to come into focus. It takes several seconds of blinking and controlled breathing to bring me to my senses. And when I do he’s staring at me. 
His expression holds intrigue and honest fascination as he looks down at me. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lip as he puts his index finger to his lips. The gesture tells me that I should remain quiet and the look in his eyes tells me I’ll regret it if I don’t. He keeps this look as he moves his hands to untie the gag that had been silencing me. 
I don’t make a noise when he touches me, instead I keep my eyes locked with his as he keeps his hands lingering at my lips. His metal hand grips the bottom of my jaw as his non-metal hand traces my lips. He seems to like how plump my lips are and his smirk grows. 
“Hello…”
His voice is rougher than I imagined it to be, but somehow it was familiar to me. Sort of like his touch was. He moves his fingers from my lips and unlocks his hold on my jaw before turning his back to me. 
“...What’s your name? 
He asks when he takes a seat in an empty chair in the middle of the room. I’d been so focused on him that I hadn’t even taken note of my surroundings. At first I don’t respond, I just look at where I am. I’m on a bed, my hands tied behind my back as I’m leaned up against the cold brick walls of the room. The way I’m tied up had been so uncomfortable that I hadn’t even realized that there was a soft mattress beneath me. 
“I’m sure you know my name.” 
I murmur as my eyes trail down to the outfit I’d chosen to wear to work that day. The way I’m tied up caused the fabric of my black dress to tighten around my breasts. My long, black hair tied into the ponytail it had been in. Once I realize how low cut my dress is I feel his eyes staring there. 
“Humor me”
His voice was still raspy when he said this, a low growl embedded beneath the surface. It takes me a moment to look up at my captor, but when I do I feel my heart tug. He’s a handsome man, his long brown hair falling just below his jaw. His eyes were piercing and beautiful, his cheekbones and jaw were perfect. I’d never seen someone more beautiful in my entire life. 
“My name is Emilia Pierce. My father was Alexander Pierce. He’s the monster who made you do all those terrible things.”
He nods without saying a single word. His eyes never leave mine and a slight look of bitterness flickers across his face. He knew he’d done bad things, but he also knew he hadn’t done those things of his own free will. 
“Why do you think I brought you here?”
The question hangs in the air for a second. My breathing hitches as I try not to cry. 
“To hurt me like my father hurt you. To get revenge.”
A cruel grin stretches across his face as he looks down at me. The bitterness that had been there before washes back over him. I don’t know if he agrees with my perspective or if he thinks I’m off base. Either way, I stare back at him with the tension of what he’s going to say next coming to a head. 
“I need your help. Hydra didn’t die with your father. There are places all around the world that are doing the same thing your father did. I want to find those places.”
It's when he finishes speaking that I feel the tears that are rolling down my face. Silent beads of liquid that give away my discomfort and overall fear of the conversation we’re having. I had no idea what Hydra was up to or where their secret buildings were. I’d been lucky enough to have been kept in the dark. It was the only kindness my father had shown me. 
“I would love to help you, but I don’t know anything. I wasn’t even a part of S.H.E.I.L.D. and I certainly wasn’t a part of Hydra.”
The last part of my sentence amuses him. As if there’s some sort of irony that I didn’t know about. His action confuses me at first, but I try to focus on why I’m here and if my answer had any consequences. 
“You know more than you think you do.” 
He rasps before standing up from his chair. He moves to me slowly, each move calculating. I immediately clench up and feel myself go stiff with anticipation. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I was going to be ready for whatever it was. When he reaches me, his hands pull me into him, our chests touching as he slowly reaches around my back to untie my hands. 
“Don’t think about running.” 
He breathes, his lips close to my ear. He pulls the rope off from my hands but only after I murmur a faint,
“I won’t.” 
In response to his threat. Once my hands are free, he looks back down at me, our chests still touching. He looks down at me with a flicker of desire in his eyes. A look of thirst as his eyes move to my lips and then back up to meet my gaze. There was this strange flicker of remembrance when he touched me. I couldn’t explain it, but I wanted more. 
“I’m here to help you with whatever you need.” 
My voice is shaky as I respond, shaky because he’s moved his hands to my waist. 
“Whatever I need huh?”
Is what escapes his lips as his hands slide from my waist and down my back. He grabs my ass, softly needing as my eyes meet his. My lips part but I can’t make a noise. Instead I just nod, my gaze widens as his metal hand gives my right ass cheek a firmer squeeze. The double meaning behind his words should’ve alarmed me. I wasn’t normally confident enough to engage with someone like this but there was something about this man. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I could feel a connection between the two of us. Was it because we both hated my father? Was it because he hadn’t been touched in all of his years in cryo?
The thought alone makes me sad. Human touch was denied to this man. Instead all he knew was violence and it had been my father’s fault. Especially the recent damage that had been done to this man. Who I dare to study more closely. He had a bruise on the side of his face and a cut on his forehead that must’ve needed stitches. Although, I couldn’t quite figure out who must’ve stitched him up. 
The cut on the crown of his head must've hurt and I can tell he’s still sensitive about it because when I move my fingers to run along the wound he tenses up. He grips my wrist firmly with the metal arm, a faint whirring sound comes from it as he moves his hand from my ass. He looks at me with a set jaw and a dangerous flicker of cruel intent. He didn’t want me to touch him. I wondered if it was because of who I was. If maybe he believed I’d hurt him since he thought I knew more than I was letting on. 
“Didn’t Daddy ever teach you it's not polite to stare?”
He grumbles after a few more seconds under my gaze. The comment sounds harsh coming out of his mouth. Like a slap on the wrist that told me I’d done too much. He was in control and after so many years under the control of others he wasn’t about to relinquish that to anyone. Let alone the daughter of the man who’d made his life hell.
“Hmm what should I do with you?”
He asks when I move my eyes from his. My moment of stepping out of line had made me shy once again. He feels it too and a low chuckle escapes his lips. My heart seems to beat faster at the sound of his voice and my stomach flutters. I didn’t know why he had this effect on me, but he did. Yes he was attractive and the muscles beneath his form fitted black crew neck wasn’t hard on the eyes, but there was something deeper here and I couldn’t figure out why. 
“Do you like what you see Miss Pierce?”
His voice is dripping with suggestion, and it makes my breathing hitch. I hadn’t realized that I was staring at his body long enough for him to notice, but then again he was an assassin and they picked up on all of the small details. 
“I’ve been thinking…”
He starts, pausing only to make sure my eyes are locked with his once more. 
“...The best start to my revenge would be to fuck the daughter of the man who ruined my life…”
At this my lips part and I know shock moves across my face. I knew that’s what he was gearing up to. With all of the touches and the double-meaning, but I hadn’t expected him to say it so plainly. 
“... You married sweetheart?...”
He asks and I shake my head ‘no’ quickly. Probably a little too quickly but it didn’t matter. He could feel it too, whatever was going on between the both of us.
“...Do you want me to fuck you? It's got to be consensual. I may be a monster, but I would never force someone into something they didn’t want to do.” 
I breathe slow deliberate breaths. I feel like my head is spinning. When I woke up this morning I had no idea my day was going to go down like this. His words echo in my mind for a moment. He wouldn’t force someone into something they didn’t want to do? I felt a bitter moment of sympathy. He’d been forced to all sorts of things he didn’t want to do, but he wouldn’t do that to me. I was thankful Hydra hadn’t ruined his moral compass. 
“Yes, you can do whatever you want to me.”
I pause as he moves his hands to my hair tie. He undoes it and it causes all my long black hair to cascade down my back. Spirals and curls falling around my face. He smirks once it's down and pulls away so he can look at me. He fully takes me in, his eyes filling with lust. There’s something about the way that he looks at me that feels familiar, like he’d seen me like this before and he enjoyed the view. 
He moves his hands to his shirt and pulls the fabric up over his head. In one swift motion he reveals his whole torso and it's a sight that I’d never seen before. He looked so perfect even with the old scars his body held. Every inch was perfect. I try not to stare too long because  I don’t want him to make another comment about my staring. The shirt is discarded to the floor and I can feel his eyes on my black dress. Without speaking a word I turn my back towards him, revealing my zipper.
“Could you please unzip me?”
I ask in a whisper, my voice small. He’s amused by this. 
“Aw a Pierce that knows how to say please? That’s adorable.” 
I feel my cheeks redden at the comment, but he’s right. My dad had been a terrible man, even to me and my mom. In fact, when my mother died I was almost jealous. She’d gotten away from him and was free. The Winter Soldier pulls the zipper down slowly, his lips nearing my neck as he whispers; 
“Who knew someone as vile as your old man could have a daughter that looks like you...”
He murmurs as his lips move to my neck. My eyes flutter closed at the touch and I feel the fabric of my dress fall down around me. I’m still kneeling at the edge of the bed and my captor is standing behind me. 
“... I mean, you’re absolutely stunning.” 
A growl moves past his lips as his fingertips move to the back of my bra. It takes less than a second for him to unclasp the bra and throw it across the room. He guides me to face him, my body still kneeling before him as he takes me in. It had been a long time since anyone had seen this much of me. And the way he’s staring at me was almost too much. I was feeling insecure and he could tell. 
“I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone as badly as I want to fuck you.” 
He rasps, his hands pulling me out of the bed and my bare chest is up against his. My bare feet find the floor beneath me and his large hands hold me in place. The dress that had been caught on my kneeling knees fell to the floor. We stare at each other with ragged breath, my panties already soaked through from the tension that had been building between the two of us. He smirks down at me as he lets go of me long enough to bend down and take his combat boots off followed by his fitted pants and boxers.  Once he’s fully naked in front of me I can’t help but look at him. His cock is rock hard and bigger than I’d ever had before. He knows where my eyes are and I know it amuses him. 
I watch him in caution as he moves to sit on the bed beside me, his hands on either side of my hips. I still had my nude lace underwear on, but I could tell he wanted to remove those next. I feel embarrassed as he moves his hands to my underwear, slowly sliding them down my legs. He takes a look at them and then back up to me. 
“Did I make you this wet?” 
He asks. Once he’s reached the bottom of my legs I step out of the underwear and stand before him fully naked. His fingertips trail up my legs slowly before tracing the inside of my thighs. I can feel him growing more and more pleased the closer he gets to where I need him most. He enjoys feeling how wet I was.
I can feel his eyes on me as his metal hand traces the outside of my clit with slow deliberate motions. I can practically feel my legs buckle from his touch and he’s soaking in every single second of it.  He continues watching me as he slides one finger into me. 
“Oh James.”
I moan suddenly, my hands reaching out to his shoulders for some sort of support. I half expected him to get mad at me for touching him, but he didn’t. I think he was too amused by the look of shock that moved across my face. His finger was cool, but the way he moved it inside me made my stomach tighten into knots. He felt so good, so good that I hadn’t realized I’d said his real name. It was a slip-up, but I figured he had the right to hear his real name on my lips. Not the one Hydra had picked for him. 
He slides another finger inside of me when he feels me getting closer to an orgasm. With his fingers still inside of me he drags me down onto the bed with him, my body standing between his thighs. 
“You feel so good James.”
I feel breathless as I hide my face in the crook of his neck. His fingers continue to wage war on my pussy. I could feel my need to cum building and building. 
“You sound so pretty when you say my name like that.” 
He groans as he stills his actions and removes his fingers from my needy pussy. My body aches with sadness when he does this. I was so close, why did he stop? Before I have the chance to say anything I feel him shift me in his lap. My head is still hidden in the crook of his neck when I feel it, the head of his cock right at my entrance. He teases me for a second noting the way my breathing stops with anticipation. 
“...I’ve never had this much fun getting revenge before…”
James makes sure to whisper this in my ear, as he slowly sinks his cock into me a tiny bit more before pulling back out. I whimper at the loss once more. 
“...What would your daddy say if he knew?”
My lips tremble against his collarbone when he says this. My body just wants him to fuck me. To stop teasing and just give me what I want. 
“Please…” 
I moan when he sinks his cock in a little deeper than the last time. I just wanted to feel him inside of me. I just wanted him to do what he wanted, because I trusted that whatever it was, it would feel good. A dark chuckle passes his lips when I whisper this. He brings his non-metal hand up left breast and gently massages it, an action that causes my breathing to stop once more. 
“...Please, I'll do whatever you want. You can do whatever you want, but I need you. I can’t take anymore teasing.”
He toys with my nipple and hums along with my pleading moan. Almost like he’s debating on if he should or not. 
“Do you promise to help me get everything I want?...”
He starts, his cock slowly aligning with my soaked sex. It feels so good to have him there, but I still wanted him inside of me. I needed him inside of me. 
“...You promise not to run off? I’d hate to have to keep you chained up. I don't want to see a pretty little thing like you locked up.”
He sinks a bit more into me. And it feels so good, but I know I need to respond if he’s going to give me what I want. 
“I promise, I’ll help you get everything you want. I promise not to run off. I promise… Please James. I can’t do this for much longer.”
He hums along once more before sinking into me fully without warning. A moan passes my lips without any hesitation and it’s music to his ears. He holds me firmly against his lap as he thrusts into me. Keeping my head in the crook of his neck I let him pound into me, my mind overwhelmed by the sheer amount of bliss I’m feeling. He’s so big, but the way he filled me up was perfect, almost like we were made for each other. He continues his relentless thrusting, but he doesn’t allow me to remain with my face hidden from his. His metal arm pulls my hair seductively and forces me to look at him as he thrusts inside of me. 
The moment he sees the look of pleasure on my face, he guides my lips to his. I don’t know what it was, but the moment he kissed me I felt everything between the two of us heighten. His thrusts grow more erratic as I deepen the kiss, my tongue meeting his. I could feel myself getting closer to cuming with every passing thrust, but I didn’t want to. He was in control and I was going to try my damndest to let him have that control. 
“You want to cum for me?...”
He groans against my lips as if he can read my thoughts. A faint hmm passed my lips with confirmation. I wasn’t able to form any real words at this point. But I wasn’t able to hold it much longer the moment he whispered; 
“...Then do it sweetheart. 
Against my lips. We both came at the same time, perfectly in sync as if we’d planned it. He presses me firmly against him as I feel his cock twitch inside of me, filling me completely. I’m so out of breath, and I can feel my cheeks redden as we watch each other. We are both trying to catch our breath as his cock twitches one final time. 
A silence fills the air around us once we’ve finished, our naked bodies still entangled. His eyes leave mine as he glances over my body once more. A look of satisfaction moves across his face as he studies me. 
I expect him to say something, to push me away now that he’s done with me, but instead he brings his lips mine. The kiss is slow, deliberate, and instantly reminds me of the dream I’d had in my office. He’s cautious, and manipulative in how he kisses me. Like he’s trying to  be caring even though I know I’m just a tool for his revenge against Hydra.  
“Miss Pierce…” 
He breathes once our kiss is broken and he leans his head against mine. 
“...I think I’m going to enjoy having you around.” 
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24. Bucky Barnes - I Didn’t Mean to Leave You Alone
* WARNING: This follows none of the movies. It’s pure fun and fiction. Also, for my own characters, I’ve used Tokyo ghoul as a reference to her abilities and species. There are also mentions of long term sexual assault and abuse*
*Bucky’s p.o.v*
Flashback
She was quiet, even when she spoke her voice was no more than a whisper. Her eyes were dead and when they beat her she refused to cry, instead, she decided just to take it. At this time, she was only ten years old when her father sold her to HYDRA.
  “She’ll make a great addition to the team,” a soldier said, “our leader will be happy to have someone so strong.”
 “I’ve already worn her in for ya,” her dad said, “she won’t do anything unless you tell her to. And she’ll do anything you tell her to. Anything.”
All of them were laughing, as if they were in on some sick joke. Little did I know at the time. When I did come across the girl more closely, I noticed that they’d chained her up. Her hair, which was long and ash-blonde, was a bit unkept; her pale skin was dirty and bruised. But that wasn’t what got my attention the most. It was what she had to eat. HYDRA was careful not to give her too much, only enough to keep her alive. I remembered the first time I seen her eat, the sight almost had me gagging. It was human flesh, full of running blood that dripped from her chin as she devoured it.
  I remember finally seeing her alone for the first time. In front of her was a regular breakfast: eggs, bacon, toast, and pancakes but it was untouched. Taking a look around her, I walked over to her causing her to look up at me.
 “I’ve seen you before,” she muttered, not evening showing any type of emotion once, “you’re always just watching me.”
 “What are you?” I questioned.
She shrugged her shoulders, “I’m a ghoul. Well, half-ghoul.”
  “A ghoul?”
 “I’m a creature that devours human flesh or other ghouls.”
I sat down in front of her, she did the same crossing her legs in the process. We stared at each other for a while before I continued asking her questions.
 “What’s your name?” I asked.
 “Aubree. What’s yours?”
 “They call me the Winter Soldier.”
 “You don’t have a real name?”
I did have a real name but at the time, I didn’t remember it. So all I could tell her was I didn’t know it and that all I remembered being called was the “Winter Soldier.” I remembered her telling me that it must be sad not knowing who I really was but I wasn’t sure how to respond to that so I didn’t. She didn’t seem to care if I answered or not.
   After a while we seemed to get a long great, and I had started caring for her for a while. When I went on missions, I’d come back and see her. They’d continue to feed her human flesh but most of the time they’d give her regular food that made her physically sick when she tried to stick it in her mouth. I did what I could, giving her some of my blood from an open wound and if I didn’t have an open wound, I’d cut myself and give her a little. I took care of her. It was the only humanly thing I felt like I was doing. We grew close.
  “Do you ever wish you were free?” She asked one day.
 “What do you mean?” I answered.
  “Well, I assume you’re being held here against your will or something. They don’t let you remember what missions you go on, always erasing your memory. They freeze you back up about an hour or so when you get back. So I figured if you had the chance, you’d escape.”
  I thought about her question for a bit before shrugging.
 “I’m not sure.”
 “I would. You should see the things they do to me when you’re frozen or out.”
But that was all she said, and at the time, I never wondered what they could be doing to her. And if I was being honest, I didn’t even really care what they were doing. And a part of me figured she didn’t really care if I didn’t care. It wasn’t really my fault I was emotionless to begin with, so she probably just told me just to keep the conversation going. But she did ask me repeatedly, whether she knew or not, if I’d come back for her if I ever was to escape.
 “So would you?”
   And I’d grown so close to her, that a part of me felt emotional towards our relationship.
 “Yes, Aubree. I’d come back for you.”
But I didn’t.
  I’d forgotten.
End of Flashback
“How is she?” Dr. Strange asked as Bruce walked out of his lab.
  “Fine,” he stated, “we have her locked away in an impenetrable barrier.”
I felt my muscles tighten as I listened to what he said. Steve seemed to notice, giving me a quick glance that noticeably read “are you okay” before looking back at the others. I had told them, when we came across her, that I had known her during my time with HYDRA. After HYDRA fell apart, Aubree was passed down to a new group called Necron, who happened to have the remaining members from HYDRA along with a new leader. Now she was now sixteen.
  “Do we really need to keep her locked up?” I finally asked.
 This caused all of them to look at me, some, especially Tony Stark, with annoyance.
  “Of course we do,” Tony replied, “she just tried to kill us.”
 “But she was being controlled. Like I was.”
  “Bucky’s right,” Steve said, “we should give her to benefit of the doubt.”
 “Well, I agree with Tony,” Clint said, “she dangerous.”
Steve raised his hand up, silencing them before walking down to Bruce’s lab. All of us followed after him. Aubree was walking around while being confined, a dull look plastered on her face. She was still covered in some blood. No one had said anything but she still knew we were there.
 “I know you’re standing over there,” she muttered, “I can smell your blood.”
 We walked over to her and she stopped walking so she was standing in front of us. Her dead eyes traced over all of us until they landed on me.
 “Just gonna let them keep me locked up,” she hissed, “you always were such a help.”
 “Aubree,” Steve said, “Bucky was just telling us we shouldn’t keep you caged in.”
  “Oh, fuck off!”
Steve’s eyes widened.
  “He doesn’t give a damn about me. He just feels bad for not keeping his fucking promise so he’s compensating! But unfortunately for him, I don’t care.”
  I lowered my eyes, feeling bad enough that I didn’t deserve looking at her. But I wanted to defend myself. Tony looked at Aubree.
  “Tell us about Necron,” he demanded.
 She had already moved to the other side of the prison cell and leaned against it.
  “What do you want to know?” She replied.
 “Anything,” Nat said.
Aubree ran her fingers through her hair, probably thinking if she should spill her groups secrets. Though I doubted she was having a hard time considering it, and if I had to guess she was probably thinking of what she could benefit from helping us out. When she finally did answer, my original assumption was correct.
  “I’ll tell you everything you need or want to know,” she replied, “if you let me out of this cell.”
  There was a wave of skeptical throughout the crowd causing Aubree to roll her eyes.
 “I’d also like to mention that if I wanted to kill all of you, I would have.”
 That didn’t wave their decision at all, instead, they all turned around and left. Aubree rolled her eyes and turned away. Sighing, I followed my friends out of the lab and was closing the door when I heard Aubree scream in frustration. She was tired of being locked away, tired of being treated like an animal. Steve was staring at me when I walked away from the door, placing his hand on my shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze before walking away. I didn’t say anything, I just went to my room to think.
   Hours passed before I decided to leave my room and join everyone for dinner. Wanda had made creamy garlic chicken with potatoes and grilled green beans. It smelled great. Wanda made plates for everyone before picking up an additional plate.
  “I’m going to take this to Aubree,” she said.
 “Why?” Clint asked.
  “So she isn’t in there starving. We aren’t like her past captors, she still needs some food.”
 “You can’t give her that,” I muttered, “she can’t eat it.”
   “What does she eat?” Peter asked.
I froze. Everyone was holding their plates and staring between Parker and I. Tony, however, saved me from having to answer.
 “Just go eat.”
 Shrugging, Peter walked over to the large table to join those who were already sitting down. Wanda handed me a plate and I took it, muttering a quick thanks. Everyone else was chatting and going about their evening while I just thought of Aubree sitting in the lab all alone. Steve looked at me.
  “Try not to think so much about her, Bucky,” he said.
 “Is that what you would do if it were me sitting back there?” I asked.
  “No but she isn’t you.”
   “Steve, her life was much worse than mine. Besides being a pawn for HYDRA, I grew up with people who cared about me and friends to surround myself with. Aubree’s had no one. Her dad got rid of her when she was 10 and who knows what the hell happened to her before he gave her up.”
  Now everyone was listening.
 “Not to mention what HYDRA probably did to her while I was frozen or out on missions.”
“Have you ever asked?” Wanda asked.
  “I never got the chance.”
“You should ask her now,” Vision said, “I’m sure she’d tell you.”
I took a large bite of food, trying to avoid replying to Vision. I doubted Aubree would want to tell me what they did to her now. She hated me. The rest of dinner was filled with aimless chatter that didn’t have anything to do with Aubree or Necron or anything else that had to do with work. When dinner was over, everyone went on about their evening. Nat and Wanda wandered off into a separate room, Vision was speaking with Tony, and then on. I decided to check on Aubree again.
  In the lab, I saw Aubree sitting on the ground. Her legs were pulled up against her chest while her arms were wrapped around them. Her head was leaning against the wall of her confinements while staring forward. She looked exhausted and probably hungry. I walked over to her cell.
 “What do you want?” She asked.
  “I’m just checking on you,” I replied.
 “Like how you checked on me when we were both property of HYDRA? Oh wait, now you’re the one holding me hostage.”
  “Aubree, you tried to kill us.”
 “I was doing what I was told to do.”
  “I know that.”
  “And you still let them lock me up.”
I looked down at my feet. There wasn’t really anything I could say to make her less angry at me. I knew that. Sighing, I met her gaze again.
  “Are you hungry?” I asked.
 “Of course I’m hungry,” she muttered, “I haven’t eaten in a week.”
  “And they brought you out in the battlefield.”
  “Just because the group changed, doesn’t mean they’re less assholes than before.”
   “Fair.”
I walked over to Bruce’s set and up and stared at the keys on it. There was a button that allowed me to open up her prison but before I pressed it, I had to make sure she wasn’t going to make a run for it or try to kill my friends.
  “I’m not going to escape.”
   I tore my eyes away from the keys. She was still sitting down, her eyes staring at me.
  “I’ve given up on being my own person. So you don’t have anything to worry about.”
And I honestly believed her. She’d never given me a reason to not trust her. So I pressed the button and the light blue prison walls disappeared. And like she said, she didn’t get up and try to escape. She just sat there. I walked over to her and sat down in front of her like I normally did when we belonged to HYDRA. I removed my pocket knife from my jean pocket and rolled up my red sleeve. I met her eyes.
  “Hold out your hands,” I said, “you’ll get messy but at least you’ll eat.”
  She didn’t argue or protest, she just held out her hands and waited patiently. I slit my arm just enough to allow blood to come out and it steadily spilled itself into her palms. Once there was enough to cause a puddle in her hands, I pulled my arms away and covered the wound with my metallic arm, using enough pressure to stop the bleeding. She started drinking, some of the blood dripping from her chin. I couldn’t help but smile. I liked taking care of her. When it was all slurped up, Aubree sighed in relief and wiped the blood off her chin.
  “Thank you.”
 “Of course.”
It wasn’t a whole lot but it was enough to keep her full. We both sat there quietly; Aubree was picking at the rips in her jeans while I watched her. Something seemed to be bothering her but she was trying to hold it in. I decided to do what Vision said to do.
  “What did they do to you?” I asked.
 “What do you mean?” She replied.
  “Long ago, you said that they did terrible things to you while I was out or frozen. What was it?”
 She shrugged, “doesn’t matter.”
  “It matters to me.”
  A soft sigh left her lips.
  “Mmmm,” her head tilted back, her eyes seemed almost full of tears, “they beat me a lot. I remember being covered in bruises most of the time. And sometimes…sometimes they’d rape me, you know.”
  My back stiffened, my fist clenched.
 “It hurt a lot. But I just…I just laid there.”
 “Aubree,” I said, “you’re a ghoul and incredibly strong, even when you haven’t eaten. Why didn’t you kill them?”
  Aubree wiped away the few tears in her eyes.
 “I thought it was normal, you know. I mean, yeah, it sucked and I hated every moment of it. But it’s just how I grew up. You don’t say no, you don’t fight back. Either take it or I’ll forget about you and you’ll die.”
  Just from those words, I suspected her father did the same things to her that HYDRA did. I felt sick.
  “Why didn’t you come back for me like you promised?” Aubree whispered, “was it just a lie? Did they make you talk to me to get inside my head?”
  “Of course not, Aubree!” I proclaimed, “everything just happened so fast that I forgot. I ran into Steve, and he was trying to help me, and some of his friends were trying to kill me because of what I did when I was under HYDRA’s control. I just forgot, I swear. But once I remembered, I did start making preparations to come back. Then HYDRA was destroyed and you were already gone. I thought, maybe, they’d killed you.”
She tried to wipe away her tears so I wouldn’t see them but it was too late, I had.
  “Well it’s too late for you to do anything. Your friends already think I’m a monster. They don’t want me around.”
 “That’s because they don’t know you. What you did wasn’t because you wanted to do it, it’s because they made you do it. I’ll help convince them you aren’t bad.”
“Why?”
  “Because I didn’t mean to leave you alone, Aubree,” I said, “and because all of this happened to you because I forgot about you in the first place. I won’t make that same mistake again.”
  Aubree watched me before standing to her feet, I followed her exact movement. She was much shorter than I was, and like before her hair was a bit mangled and her face was covered in dirt. But despite all of that, she smiled softly. Something I’d never seen her do. She held out her pinky.
  “Promise.”
I smiled back and linked my pinky into hers.
  “Promise.”
We unlinked our fingers before I turned to leave, going upstairs to speak to the others. I went to lock her back up but then I froze.
  “I’m not going to lock you up again.”
   She only nodded and I went back upstairs.
Talking to the others didn’t go as planned, not even Steve was happy about me letting Aubree sit in there without being confined. The whole way down there we were arguing about Aubree being potentially dangerous for all of New York. But when we got down there, Aubree was gone. There wasn’t a single sign of her.
  “Aubree,” I said, hoping she was just hiding or looking around.
  But she wasn’t there. In her place was a letter. I picked it up.
If you’re reading this, then I’m already gone. You don’t have to worry about me though. I’m not going back to Necron or anything but there is something I need to take care of before I go on normally with my life. I believed you when you said you’d talk to your friends but unfortunately, I knew what their vote would be. Creatures like me aren’t wanted around for anything other than strength. It was only a matter of time before someone wanted me to do something about Necron. Hope we meet again some day and maybe we can put everything behind this. And if you’re reading this Bucky, don’t be shocked that I just ditched. You’ve lied before too, remember.
   When I looked up from the letter, everyone was watching me.
“She’s gone, huh?” Steve asked.
  “Yeah,” I muttered, “she’s gone.”
“Guys, look,” Bruce intervened.
All of us wandered over to him and saw that Aubree even left a note on Bruce and Tony’s computers. On the front it said “Necron.” Bruce opened it. Inside was all the information we needed to know about that organization along with another little message from Aubree.
A little show of good faith since I left. I never liked them to begin with so if you’d like to get rid of them, I won’t get in the way. As long as you don’t hunt me down, we’re good.
She was free.
At last.
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warnings: smut, language, implied bdsm??? 
a/n: inspired by personal fantasies and some prompt list I saw while scrolling. I really need to stop using the internet as much. 
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“Bucky, I need help!” You called from your closet. You had plans to go out with your friends that night and had your hair and makeup done. You were supposed to leave in ten minutes but you were standing in your closet in the giant t-shirt you did your makeup in trying to pick out an outfit.
“Yes?” Bucky asked, poking his head into the messy room. Your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, was tall, with long dark hair, and bright eyes, and was absolutely gorgeous. Not to mention he had good fashion taste. 
“I don’t know what to wear.” You frowned. 
“Lucky you asked me for help.” He smiled at you, the corners of his mouth turned up smugly. He began rummaging around through your drawers and hangers. He threw a skirt at you. You un-crumpled it, confused as to why this skirt in particular was the one he chose. You thought the same thing when he tossed you a shirt. 
“Bucky, that shirt is way too revealing. It barely counts as a shirt.” 
“You asked me for help.” He reminded you, and went back looking around your closet. Finally, he handed you a matching pair of pink lace underwear and bra, and a pair of heels. “I’ll let you get dressed.” 
You had to hand it to Bucky, the outfit looked good, albeit very very sexy. Only your butt and breasts were covered and even then only barely. He had managed to find the shortest skirt you owned and the most revealing top. Butterflies filled your stomach. Bucky had picked out this outfit for you. 
You walked out of the closet to find your room deserted. Bucky must have left, being impatient and not wanting to stick around. You checked to make sure that you had everything in your purse before you headed for the front door. Just as you grabbed the doorknob, you noticed Bucky leaning against the refrigerator. 
“Wait a second, you don’t think you’re actually leaving looking like that?” He laughed.
“Looking like what?” 
“You look like a slut.” 
“You dressed me in this.” 
He walked over to where you stood by the door. You backed up into the door and Bucky put his hand on the wall, trapping you. 
“Bucky-” 
“You look so fucking good right now.” He said, his voice low and husky. You looked down in submission and saw the bulge in his pants. He noticed what you were staring at. “You know you want to.” 
You looked into his eyes before nodding your head. Bucky grabbed your neck and kissed you. He pressed his body into yours deeply and passionately. 
Bucky pulled down your panties and shoved them into your mouth. He undid his pants, picked you up by the waist and pinning you against the wall, he slid his cock into you. He fucked you hard and fast. 
Just as you were beginning to get close to your peak, Bucky cursed and shot warm cum into you. 
“Fuck, baby, that was good.” 
“Not for me. I didn’t get close.” 
“Don’t worry about that, baby. I got some ropes and toys that’ll fix that pretty fast.” 
“But my friends-” 
“Just tell them you got sick. I know you’d rather be here.” 
Bucky did make good on that promise, but you never did ask him for fashion advice again. 
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Bigger Than He Was
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader One-Shot: SMUT
Request by @littlemiss-yeehaw: jealous!Bucky, fake dating, handjob.
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Summary: Bucky pretends to be your new man when you run into your ex in public. However, the little act of pretending sparks something inside of him that he didn't know was there.
Warnings: profanity, alcohol consumption, handjob, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight size kink, jealous!Bucky, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!
Word Count: 7.8k
A/N: The first request I wrote from the smut menu had to be from my Tumblr best friend. Not only does she pre-read nearly everything that I post, but she keeps me from deleting my blog on a near daily basis, and she keeps me sane. I hope you all enjoy it as much as she did. If it wasn't for this girl, my blog would've been deleted before Needs & Wants was ever completed lmao.
            You’ve decided that no one in the world looks more out of place than a super soldier in a grocery store. Specifically, a super soldier in the produce aisle of a small local market. He looks like a bull in a China shop as he scours through a bin of tomatoes to find ones he approves of. He holds one tomato in each of his leather gloved hands as he compares them carefully, acting like choosing between the two is every bit as difficult as deciding whether someone lives or dies in his usual line of work.
            “They’re pretty much the same, Bucky, and we only need two. Just put them in a bag.”  You say with a sigh, resting your elbows on the handle of the shopping cart that you’ve been pushing as you’ve trailed behind him. Though you’re the one carrying the team’s grocery list, Bucky’s been the one pulling things off of the shelves and setting them in the cart. You originally suggested each of you taking half of the list and splitting up to get the shopping done faster, and to avoid the pointless arguments and annoyances you’d face in each other’s presence, but Bucky’s only response to your idea was a furrowed brow and silence. So, you’ve been following him around with the shopping cart safely between the two of you.
            Bucky starts to put both of the tomatoes down and pick two different ones just to bother you, but he takes the high road and bags the two he’s already holding instead. He’s usually assigned to grocery shopping with Sam, which he definitely prefers, but with Sam off to visit his family this week, he ended up being stuck with you.
            “What’s next?” Bucky asks, setting the plastic bag of produce in the cart and then casting you a sideways glance. You cross tomatoes off of the small piece of paper in your hand before moving on to read the next item.
            “We’re done with food items, next is ibuprofen, melatonin, and some feminine products.” You answer, lifting your gaze to meet his as you tap the pen against the piece of paper absentmindedly. Bucky nods curtly and starts leading the way down the aisle, knowing all of the aisles with medication, first aid, and toiletry type supplies are on the opposite end of the store. You follow a few feet behind him, missing your usual shopping buddy, Wanda. Though it’s a menial task, you always seem to have a fun time when the two of you are on the grocery schedule for the week. Bucky is a stark contrast to your far more bubbly, lighthearted friend.
            You’re lost in thought as you turn a corner and enter the pharmacy aisle, not paying any attention as Bucky looks through various types of over-the-counter medications. It isn’t until you hear a voice one aisle over that you straighten up and tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. The voice sounds familiar, so familiar that you find your ears straining to hear it better so you can identify it. Is it an old friend? Someone from SHIELD? You can’t be sure, but you’re starting to think it isn’t a friend by the way your nerves seem to be rising with every incoherent word that they mutter. You leave Bucky standing at one end of the aisle as you walk ahead, trying to get closer to the source of the voice. You’re nearly at the opposite end of the aisle when suddenly, the front end of another shopping cart appears and quickly turns in front of you, almost colliding with the front end of yours. You stop abruptly for two reasons. The first reason being so you don’t cause a pileup on aisle thirteen. The second reason being because you now see whose voice was causing your heart rate to elevate and your stomach to twist into a knot. Your fucking ex-boyfriend.
            “Oh, wow, hey!” The man before you extends the greeting so casually, as if he didn’t waste a year of your life with meaningless words and empty promises. He raises a hand to rub the back of his neck, his eyes darting over his shoulder just as a pretty blonde woman steps into view. Oh. “This is uh, this is my girlfriend.” He gestures to the woman before looking back at you with a wary glance, clearly trying to gauge how you feel about him committing to someone new so soon. The woman offers a small smile and wave as she introduces herself by name, but it all goes right over your head. You’re frozen like a deer in headlights, unable to tear your eyes away from the piece of shit behind the cart full of organic produce and a questionable amount of wine.
            Bucky’s watching everything unfold from a few yards behind, acting as if he’s still deciding between a name brand bottle of ibuprofen and a generic version of the same. He gives you a few seconds to soak in the obviously awkward social situation as his eyes analyze your body language. You’re tense, your grip on the handle of the shopping cart is so tight that your knuckles are turning white. It’s been ten seconds since the woman introduced herself to you and you still haven’t uttered a word. Bucky glances to his right and notices the selection of condoms, lube, and pregnancy tests spread over the shelves next to the medication section. He only takes a second to weigh his options: let you continue to flounder in front of your shitty ex and his new victim or offer you an easy reprieve while simultaneously sending your ex into a mental spiral. His gloved hand wraps around a couple of boxes of pregnancy tests and he pulls them off of the shelf, signifying he’s chosen the latter.
            “Oh, trying for a baby?” Your ex jokes when Bucky approaches from behind you and drops a handful of pregnancy tests into the cart.
            “No, it’s just smart to have a few of these on hand when we only ever fuck raw. Do we know you?” Bucky’s tone is calm and even, like he’s just said something completely within the ordinary. It breaks you out of the trance you were in and you blink your eyes as you feel the heat from Bucky’s body enveloping you in warmth. He cages your body between his and the cart, his chest brushing against your back as he places his hands on either side of yours on the shopping cart handle. You don’t see the way his lips curve upward into a shit-eating grin as your ex’s face falls at both Bucky’s unfiltered words and the public display of affection he’s witnessing.
            “Aren’t you…” The man addresses Bucky with slightly widened eyes and an unsure voice. You almost laugh at the effect Bucky has on the poor guy’s demeanor, and the fact that Bucky towers a few inches over the man is just icing on the cake.
            “Bucky.” Your ex has just realized that not only are you grocery shopping with the Winter Soldier, but you’ve also been letting him fuck you.
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            Your week has been full of unexpected moments, but two stand out in particular. The first moment was when Bucky so calmly chose to play the role of your fake boyfriend at the grocery store three nights ago. Nearly every waking moment since then has been spent replaying it in your head, wondering why he decided to step in and do that for you, why he decided to take such a blunt approach and tell your ex that the two of you prefer unprotected sex, and how the hell he acted as if nothing happened immediately after the interaction was over. The second moment is unfolding right now. Your eyes are locked in on your phone screen as you mull over the text that’s displayed there.
            Are you free tonight? Would love to sit down and catch up, want to talk about things.
            You don’t have the number saved in your phone but you know exactly who it is. It’s the same shitty ex you ran into two nights ago, the same one who now thinks you’re fucking the Winter Soldier. Before you’ve even considered responding, a second message from the same unsaved number rolls in.
            I’ll be at the bar we used to go to, the one off of 83rd street, in an hour. Hope to see you there.
            The way your face scrunches up in confusion at the sight of the two texts on your phone screen piques Bucky’s interest as he steps off of the elevator and uses the collar of his t-shirt to dab sweat off of his neck. He’s just finished a pretty strenuous workout and had every intention of heading straight to his room to shower and spend the rest of the night in there, but he can’t ignore the feeling of some kind of invisible string tugging him in your direction. It was only two nights ago that he pressed himself against you in the grocery store and pretended like he knew what it’s like to have you in his bed.  It was only two nights ago that you became a near constant thought in the back of his mind.
            “Don’t tell me he texted you.” Bucky’s voice catches you off guard. You lift your gaze from your phone screen and lean back into the couch cushions, attempting to look perfectly at ease in his presence. Truth be told, you’ve been a little on edge around him since the night in the grocery store, but you don’t know why. Maybe because he saw you in such an embarrassing and vulnerable moment, in your own personal hell.
            “He didn’t text me.” You lie, watching him carefully as the elevator doors close behind him and he takes the few steps across the room to reach the sectional you’re currently lounging on. It’s odd to see him sink into the opposite end of the piece of furniture so comfortably, like he’s such a normal guy. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him sit in the living room of his own free will, and it’s a sight to see.
            “You’re a bad liar.” Bucky huffs. His expression turns thoughtful as he thinks back to his encounter with your ex that night. The corners of Bucky’s lips curl up into a smile when he remembers the way the guy practically shrank when he heard that the two of you like to fuck raw. “What does he want?” Bucky seems to have a sixth sense about this shit, so you decide to go with it and tell him the truth, see where it gets you.
            “He said he wants to catch up and talk about things.”
            “Right after seeing you with another guy.” Bucky points out, hoping you’ll see where this is going. You shrug your shoulders and cross your arms over your chest.
            “I guess so, or maybe it’s unrelated. People break up and then discuss it later for closure sometimes, it’s a thing, Bucky.”
            “So, you’re going?”
            “I haven’t decided yet.” You answer honestly. You watch as Bucky nods slowly, as if he’s digesting the information and deciding what to do with it. He uses the collar of his t-shirt to wipe a bit of sweat away from his neck again, drawing your gaze down to the flexing of his bicep. You’re quick to avert your gaze back up to his eyes, but the satisfied smirk on his face tells you that he caught you looking.
            “We’re going.” Bucky decides, sitting up a little straighter on the couch and running a hand through his sweaty hair. The bewildered look that takes over your face says it all.
            “What the hell do you mean we’re going? There’s no we here, it’s just me.”
            “I meant exactly what I said, we’re going.”
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            You stand in the garage of the compound, where everyone’s various vehicles are stored away safely. Your fingers pick at the frays of your black jeans absentmindedly as you lean against a concrete pillar, waiting for Bucky. You know you should just get in your own car and leave without him, there’s absolutely no good that will come out of letting him tag along for this. Yet, something in the back of your mind is tugging at you to stay and wait for him, to see what might come of this. Looking up at your reflection in the car window a few feet away from you, you take in the sight of your little ensemble. You’re wearing dark jeans paired with a tight little long-sleeved crop top that shows the tiniest bit of your midriff. You wanted to wear something fairly plain yet something that showed a little skin, so this is what you settled on.
            Unbeknownst to you, Bucky’s outfit for tonight will go well with your own. He’s wearing dark jeans as well, but with a dark t-shirt and black leather jacket. As the elevator carries him down to the lowest floor of the compound, he has a brief second of clarity where he asks himself what the fuck he thinks he’s doing. First, he went against every rational thought in his mind when he pretended to be your boyfriend in a damn grocery store. Then, he spent two nights thinking about what it might’ve been like if he actually had been fucking you raw like he’d told to your ex he was. Those two nights ruined him. You ruined him. It took less than 48 hours for his mind to become completely preoccupied with you.
            When the elevator slows to a stop and the doors slide open to let him into the private parking garage beneath the compound, his eyes fall on you instantly. Fuck. One look at you and he’s immediately decided that you’re not taking a car, no, you’re taking his bike. Hell, you’re dressed near-perfectly for it. The only issue is that bit of smooth skin you have showing beneath the hem of your little top, he’s not going to take you out on his bike and risk ruining that perfect skin of yours with road rash.
            The ding of the elevator draws your attention to your right, where Bucky is stepping into the parking garage looking totally different than when you saw him upstairs half an hour ago. His messy hair has been washed and dried, his flesh and metal biceps are hidden within the sleeves of his leather jacket, and his neck is no longer glistening with a sheen of sweat. You’re unashamedly focusing on the way his jeans are accentuating the muscles of his thighs when he starts stripping off his leather jacket.
            “Put this on.” He says as he holds the jacket out to you with one hand, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans with the other to fish out the key for his bike. Your eyes widen as you stare at the jacket in his outstretched hand. Shaking your head, you take a step back from him.
            “Why?”
            “Because you’re not riding on the back of my bike with skin showing, it’s not safe.”
            “The back of your bike? Bucky, we’re taking a car.” You say defiantly, crossing your arms over your chest. Bucky can’t ignore the way your breasts are slightly pushed up by the action, a hint of cleavage peeking out over the lowcut neckline of your top. He quickly averts his gaze back to his motorcycle that stands a few feet in front of you both, a sigh leaving his lips at your stubbornness.
            “Just put on the damn jacket.” He says, looking over at you one more time, but this time with a softened expression. You don’t know why you comply and take the jacket from him, but you do. It’s warmed from his body heat when you slip your arms into it and the way it engulfs you and pulls down on your shoulders with a bit of weight is almost comforting.
            The motorcycle ride to the bar, however, is anything but comforting. The only other time you’ve ever been so close to Bucky was that night at the grocery store when he cozied up behind you for show. But this felt different. This involved your chest pressed against his back, your inner thighs brushing against his hips, and your arms wrapped around his torso. This felt intimate. It felt the same way to Bucky and he couldn’t ignore it, no matter how hard he tried. When he stopped at a redlight in the city, you let your hold around his abdomen relax for a moment. Your hands slid down to rest on the tops of his thighs as you remained pressed against his back, and he was praying for the light to turn green again before one of your hands had a chance to shift and find out how hard he was beneath the fabric of his jeans. He can only blame himself for the torture, since he was the one that insisted you take the bike.
            When you turn onto the right street, you’re quick to tap Bucky’s thigh with your hand, completely missing the way he tenses up beneath your unexpected touch. You use that same hand to point to a small parking garage across the street from the bar that you’ll be heading into, and Bucky gets the signal. It’s only two minutes later that he’s parking his bike on the third floor of the garage and trying to keep his eyes off of you as you stand beside the bike, removing your helmet carefully. Some part of him can’t help but think that you’re being so careful because you want to look your best when you waltz into the bar to meet your ex, and he fucking hates it. He has the sudden urge to mess your hair up and send you in there looking like shit. But that urge only makes him think about all of the ways he could mess your hair up. He could grab you by it and pull you against him, he could run his hands through it and rake it into a ponytail while you’re on your knees for him…shit. He just volunteered to drive you to the bar to meet your ex. He can’t do a damn thing.
            You hand Bucky your helmet and immediately start smoothing down your hair, seeing the look of disdain he gives you but choosing to ignore it. He had no obligation to be here with you tonight, but he insisted, so he has to put up with it.
            “You don’t have to go in with me, I can do this on my own.” You say, hoping Bucky will choose to wait for you in the parking garage rather than go inside the bar with you.
            “What are you planning to do?” Bucky asks, swinging his leg over as he dismounts the bike and joins you on the concrete floor. He stands in front of you, slipping his gloves off and resting them on the seat of the bike before reaching under the chin of his helmet to undo the strap there. Your eyes drift to the veins on his flesh hand and golden accents on his vibranium hand as you formulate a believable response.
            “Hear him out, give him closure or whatever he’s here for.”
            “Whatever he’s here for?” Bucky repeats your words almost sarcastically, scoffing beneath his helmet. When he pulls it off and rests it on the seat next to his gloves, you can see he’s scowling. “Why are you playing dumb? He’s here for you.”
            “No, he isn’t. He’s with someone else now, and he thinks I am too.” You point out. A low chuckle rumbles past Bucky’s lips as he runs a hand through his hair and starts toward the concrete staircase on the other end of the floor.
            “That’s exactly why he’s doing this, because he thinks you’re with someone else and he can’t stand it.” Bucky sounds so sure of himself, as if he’s experienced something like this before. In fact, he sounds so sure that it makes you wonder if he really has experienced this before.
            “You think he’s jealous? You saw the girl he was with, didn’t you?” You question, falling into step next to Bucky. His leather jacket still sits heavy on your shoulders but giving it back to him hasn’t even crossed your mind yet. Bucky’s hoping you’ll forget about it and keep it on when you walk in and sit down across from that piece of shit ex you’re here for.
            “She doesn’t have shit on you and he knows it.” His words leave your lips parted and your eyes widening in surprise as he reaches the staircase and starts heading down in front of you. As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. For the most part, you’ve only ever heard him talk about you with an air of annoyance or indifference, but you could swear that what he just said was almost complimentary. If you could see the grimace on Bucky’s face, you’d know you were right. When he saw the blonde in the grocery store, he wanted to laugh at the way the guy had downgraded after losing you. She was pretty, sure, but you glow like the fucking sun even on your worst day.
            “So, what should I be doing here tonight then?” You ask, knowing Bucky probably has a plan in mind if he came all this way just to witness what’s about to go down.
            “Showing him that you don’t need him, that you’re better off without him.” You reach the bottom of the stairs and step out onto the sidewalk across from the bar. Bucky turns to face you as you scan the area for a crosswalk.
            “And how do I do that?”
            “For starters…” Bucky says, stepping closer to you and grabbing the front of his leather jacket that you’re still sporting, “keep this on.”
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            Bucky’s been standing at the bar for the last fifteen minutes, nursing both a beer and an aching jaw. The ache is from how hard he’s been clenching his teeth together since your ex strolled in and took the seat across from you at a little two-seater table across the room. Of course, the guy showed up without his new girl. And, of course, he’s been trying like hell to get you to smile and laugh at whatever half-assed jokes he’s been cracking since he sat down. Bucky knew the guy wasn’t after closure.
            He watches with a less-than-pleased look on his face as the guy leans his elbows on the table and rests his hands a little too close to yours, but you don’t pull away. You’re sitting facing Bucky’s direction, yet you haven’t once let your eyes flit up to meet his. It’s infuriating. Bucky strains his ears to pick out your conversation through the din of the usual bar chatter around him. He listens intently as the guy tells you that it was nice to run into you at the grocery store, that he didn’t know if he’d ever see you again, that he missed the way you laughed. What a fucking ass. If Bucky remembers correctly, from overhearing gossip among the team, the guy had you nearly head over heels for him, and then one day he pulled the rug out from under you in and instant. He never even gave you much of a reason why. He simply called you up, ended the relationship over the phone, and a week later you heard through the grapevine that he’d met someone else. Why you felt compelled to meet the guy here tonight, Bucky will never understand. He doesn’t think the prick deserves even a minute of your time.
            “So, you’re really seeing someone else now?” The man’s voice is like nails on a chalkboard to Bucky’s sensitive ears, but he continues to focus on your conversation anyway. Bucky has to know how you’ll respond. He watches out of the corner of his eye as you push a stray lock of hair back over your shoulder, over the shoulder of his leather jacket, and then you blush. Why are you blushing? Bucky’s heart starts to race in the slightest because he can’t figure out if you’re blushing at the idea of you and him being together or at your ex prying into your personal life.
            “Yeah, he uh…at the grocery store, he…” You stutter through your answer. Like Bucky previously said, you’re a bad liar. The pink showing through the skin of your cheeks darkens another shade as you look away from your ex. Your eyes finally land on Bucky, who’s now standing at the bar facing you head-on. He holds your gaze assuredly and gives you a small nod, letting you know that you’re saying the right things. Somehow, just making eye contact with him and getting that small nod of approval calms your nerves.
            “Right, I remember. I guess I kind of thought that was a joke.”
            “A joke?” You ask, a bit offended at your ex’s confession. He rubs his hand across the back of his neck and lets out an awkward laugh before leaning back in his chair comfortably and taking a sip of his drink.
            “Yeah, I mean the guy said you only ever fuck raw. You never once asked me to fuck you raw. It just didn’t sound believable.” Huh. You’re silent for a moment as you sip on your own drink and let your gaze float back to Bucky once more, unaware that he’s just heard every word that the man said. The two of you stare at each other with some kind of…tension in the air between your table and the bar. Honestly, if you and Bucky were actually together in some alternate universe where you didn’t find each other incredibly annoying from the start, you think you would love to let him fuck you without protection. Something about it just sounds so filthy and enticing. But when you imagine it with the man that’s currently sitting in front of you, the man who promised you a lifetime and then kicked you to the curb like a broken piece of furniture, you cringe. No, you never asked him to take off the condom, and you probably never would have. Truthfully, that should’ve been a sign.
            Bucky’s eyes analyze the two of you as you put on a tight-lipped smile and then relax in your seat, fiddling with the zipper of the leather jacket draped around your frame.
            “It didn’t sound believable?” You ask softly, looking up through your lashes in a way that makes Bucky’s cock twitch, and he’s not even the one you’re looking at. When you do flit your eyes over to him, he can sense the change in your demeanor instantly. You’re not coming off so lighthearted and timid now, you’re giving off an air that says you-don’t-know-who-the-fuck-I-am anymore. “When I look at you, I can’t even fathom the two of us having unprotected sex. It never once crossed my mind to ask you for that. But when I look at him?” You let your gaze travel over to Bucky once more, and this time your ex catches on. He turns in his chair, scanning the bar behind him until he sees the super soldier leaning against the bar with a smug smile on full display. “When I look at him, I can’t stop imagining it.”
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            Bucky’s leather jacket weighing on your shoulders, his body warmth seeping through his t-shirt and offering you reprieve from the wind that’s hitting you both head-on, his right hand reaching back to grip the side of your thigh as he weaves his bike skillfully in and out of traffic on the way back to the compound. All of those things are mixing and swirling together to create a near suffocating tension. You’re focusing on keeping your helmet from bumping into the back of his and even more than that, on keeping your mind out of the damn gutter. What you’d said back at the bar, the final thing you’d said before your ex realized he had no chance at getting back together with you, it was true. When you look at Bucky, you can’t stop imagining him fucking you without anything between your body and his. You don’t know when that started or when it might end, but it’s true. So, you left with him, climbing onto the back of his bike much more willingly than you had earlier in the evening. Not because you wanted to be close to him, but because you wanted to get home as fast as possible so you could get the hell away from him. Where on earth did this new found attraction come from? Why was your mind betraying your body with every single glance in his direction? Fuck physiology.
            Bucky can almost hear you overthinking behind him as he turns off of the interstate and onto a quiet, private road leading up to the compound. Hell, he’s overthinking too. He heard what you said at the bar, and he saw the look in your eyes when you said it. Had you been thinking about him the same way he’d been thinking about you since that night at the grocery store. No, there’s no way. If you really had been, then you wouldn’t have wanted to meet up with your ex tonight. Bucky lets out a breath and slows the bike as he nears the entrance to the parking garage. Neither of you said a word when your ex stormed out of the bar, nor did either of you when you made the walk across the street to the public parking garage and started the ride back home. It’s been silent, unbearably silent for too long.
            When Bucky finally parks the bike among the various vehicles owned by your friends and colleagues that reside upstairs, it seems as though you can’t get away from him fast enough. You swing your leg over and dismount the bike quickly before slipping your helmet off and taking a few steps over to the wall to set it on the shelf it originally came from. You’re halfway to the elevator when Bucky speaks, stopping you in your tracks.
            “The jacket, sweetheart.” He says coolly. When you turn around, you see him still sitting on the bike, looking down at the helmet he holds in his hands. It almost bothers you that he isn’t looking back at you. He can call you sweetheart but he can’t lift his eyes to your face? You let out a deep sigh before walking back over to him and standing a foot away from him and the bike. You strip off the leather jacket a bit reluctantly before holding it out to him. You have to admit you feel a bit like you’re missing something without it on now. Bucky takes it without glancing in your direction, and as soon as you turn on your heel to walk away, you can hear him dismounting the bike and setting his own helmet on the shelf. You’ve just hit the button to call the elevator down to the garage when he decides to speak once again. “You’re a bad liar.”
            “What?”
            “You’re a bad liar. I don’t know much about you, but I know that.” Bucky says. You stand in front of the elevator but you can’t tear your gaze away from him when he’s speaking so ominously. You watch him carefully as he turns away from the shelf and faces you, but still doesn’t lift his gaze to meet yours. Instead, he smooths out his leather jacket before laying it over one arm and tucking the keys to his bike into the back pocket of his jeans.
            “What does that have to do with anything?” You question, crossing your arms over your chest. Your eyes dart back to the screen above the elevator. It’s still so many floors away from reaching you.
            “I knew you were lying when you told me he hadn’t texted you. I don’t even think your piece-of-shit ex believed you at first when he asked if you were really seeing someone new, you couldn’t even get a full sentence out. You’re a bad liar.” The words pour out of his mouth with ease, as if he pre-planned the entire speech. When you don’t say anything, he finally lifts his eyes to meet your narrowed stare. A shiver runs down your spine, but you blame it on the fact that you’re no longer wearing his jacket. “When I look at him, I can’t stop imagining it.” When Bucky repeats your words so perfectly, you can feel all of the color draining from your face. “When you said that, you didn’t stutter, you didn’t hesitate. You weren’t lying.”
            “You think I was being honest?” The question leaves your lips with a hint of anger edging each word. Bucky merely shrugs in response, tilting his head to the side as he waits for you to answer your own question, since it’s obvious that he thinks you were being honest. “You think I look at you and imagine you fucking me raw?”
            “Do you?” Bucky taunts, licking his bottom lip before drawing it between his lips and pressing his top teeth into it. Your gaze darts down to his lips against your better judgement, and when your eyes settle back on his, all you see is a reflection of what you’re sure your own eyes are showing. Lust. He thinks about it. He thinks about fucking you raw. In this moment, you’re sure. In fact, he’s thinking about it right now.
            Your feet start moving before you even have a moment to consider the action, they’re carrying you straight toward him, ignoring the elevator that’s just arrived to take you away from him. When you stop a few inches in front of him, he’s staring down at you with a raised brow and building anticipation. He wants your answer.
            “Yes.” You breathe the word out. In an instant, Bucky’s dropping his jacket to the floor and tangling his flesh hand in the hair at the nape of your neck as his pulls you into him, crashing his lips against yours. It’s a kiss that takes your breath away and fills your lungs with a fiery burn, yet you don’t want to break for air. You kiss him back, moving your lips to suck along his bottom one as you tilt your head to the right to give each of you better access. Bucky languidly drags the tip of his tongue along your top lip before snaking it lower and letting it delve into your mouth. God, he might’ve imagined fucking you but truthfully, he forgot to imagine kissing you. He never would’ve thought it could be this good. His vibranium arm wraps around your lower back, pulling you closer into him until his body warmth begins sending tingles across the surface of your skin. Once he has you flush against him, that same cool metal hand begins unwrapping from your back and traveling down until it’s in place to grip a handful of your ass, hard. When you gasp into the kiss, Bucky pulls back and bites down on your bottom lip. Fuck. If you don’t stop him now, he won’t be able to stop himself from having you right here in the garage. As if you’re reading his mind, you place both hands on his chest and pull your head back until there’s an inch of space between your mouths. While your eyes are focused on his pink nose and swollen lips, your mind is focused on what you feel pressing against your thigh. He’s fully erect, his cock straining against the front of his jeans just from kissing you. You could overthink this, let your mind weigh all of the pros and cons of what’s happening right now, and then convince yourself to be responsible and go upstairs to your own room, pretending this never happened. But for some reason, your right hand is already coasting down his chest, over his abs, and sliding between your lower bodies. You find yourself palming the outline of his cock, offering him such a perfect amount of pressure and friction that he can’t help but lean his hips forward and press his cock further into your touch.
            “If you don’t stop now…” Bucky rasps, but his eyes flutter closed and he bites down on his lower lip before he’s even finished the sentence, your sensual touch getting the better of him.
            “If I don’t stop now?” You encourage him to say what he wants to say, but you can’t fight the teasing smile that’s beginning to play on your lips.
            “If you don’t stop now, you won’t be able to return all of those pregnancy tests on your next grocery run.” You laugh lightly as you lean in and press a soft kiss against Bucky’s jawline, continuing to rub his erection through the taut fabric of his jeans.             “Are you thinking about fucking me raw, James?” You tease. Bucky groans before opening his eyes and pulling you away from his jaw by your hair. He doesn’t stop you from slowly sliding your hand back and forth along the outline of his cock, but he makes sure you’re looking right in his eyes before he speaks again.
            “Right here in this damn parking garage.”
            Without a single thought in either of your minds, Bucky lets you push your palms flat against his chest and walk him back until he stumbles onto the seat of his motorcycle. In one swift movement, you slip your hand past the waistband of his jeans and boxers and the warm skin of your hand comes into contact with his hard length, without anything between the two of you. Bucky lets out a heady groan and his hands begin moving all on their own, working to unbutton and unzip his jeans to give your hand as much space as possible. As soon as he has his pants undone, you shift your hand and wrap it firmly around his cock, giving it a slow stroke inside of his boxers. When you near the head of it, a bead of precum drips onto the side of your thumb and you smile to yourself as you spread it back over the smooth tip of his cock. What is it about having a man this way that makes a woman feel so damn powerful? Bucky looks at you with a mix of annoyance and awe at the way you’re working his cock so effortlessly yet turning him into putty in your hands. He’ll let you have your fun for now, and then he’ll show you that he can have the same effect on you.
            The moment your eyes lock onto his, he slides his right hand along the side of your jaw and pulls you in for a kiss, the taste of your lips and the feel of your hand stroking back and forth along his hard-on is nearly enough to send him over the edge, and he inhales sharply, tugging his lips away from your own.
            “I’m not going to have much use for those pregnancy tests if we keep going like this, am I?” You ask jokingly, as you remove your hand from Bucky’s pants and raise it up to your face. Bucky runs a hand through his hair as he blows out a breath and watches you intently. Your thumb, still a bit shiny and wet from his precum, ventures dangerously close to your mouth. You keep your eyes trained on Bucky’s as you use that same thumb to tug down your bottom lip before sliding it into your mouth and sucking.
            “Oh, fuck.” Bucky groans, his rationality fleeing as his own flesh hand delves into his pants and begins mimicking your actions from a moment ago. The way your eyes follow his movements, your pupils blown wide with lust as you watch him touch himself, it’s too damn much for him. He grabs you by the hair once again, in that desperate, needy way that you’re quickly growing to love, and pulls you against his chest, kissing you as fervently as the first time. However, this kiss doesn’t last. He pulls away from you in an instant and suddenly, his hand is on your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees. Before you reach the floor, he uses the toe of his boot to slide his discarded leather jacket across the floor to cushion your knees. So fucking thoughtful.
            Bucky stands up with you on your knees in front of him and his bike resting on its kickstand behind him. His eyes never part from your face as he pushes his already undone pants and boxers down his thighs just enough to free his cock from their confines. Your breath hitches in your throat as soon as you lay eyes on it, as soon as you lay eyes on the sheer size of it. Bucky doesn’t make a move to stop you as you reach up with both hands and take hold of his length, using one hand to begin stroking it from the base to the tip while your other hand grips his thigh. Your eyes widen at the way it looks even bigger in your hand, which is a mental image that Bucky will probably be recalling every day for the rest of his life. You’re more than ready to lean in and take him in your mouth, to experience every second of what it’s like to suck him off, but his gentle touch halts your movements. His flesh hand softly cups the side of your face as he lets his thumb caress the skin over your cheekbone.
            “You’re so much bigger than he was.” You whisper, your eyes traveling up Bucky’s torso until you’re getting lost in his gaze. It’s true. Your ex was…well below average in this department. But Bucky? God, Bucky is so far above average it’s actually making you wonder if you can even fit half of him in your mouth. Bucky chuckles lowly before tracing your bottom lip with his thumb, and then copying your earlier move. He slips the pad of his thumb between your lips and watches with hooded eyes as you eagerly accept it, sucking on it gently. Fuck. He’s so ruined. Only a moment later, he’s standing there with his head thrown back and a string of curses are falling from his mouth as you bob your head back and forth, letting his cock slide along your tongue and brush against the back of your throat repeatedly. He’s fully lost in the pleasure of your mouth. He’s so lost, in fact, that when you grip his thighs with both hands and lean into him as far as you possibly can, letting your nose brush against his lower stomach and your throat tighten around his shaft as you gag, he lets out a groan that reverberates through the parking garage and sends a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.
            “Fuck, do that again.” He rasps, finally looking down at you as you pull your head back until only the tip is resting on your tongue. A smile plays behind your eyes as you dare to look up at him. He can’t help himself. Both of his hands move to run through your hair, encouraging you to do exactly what he just said. You repeat your actions, moving your head forward and taking his entire length in until you gag a second time. But this time, Bucky holds your head still there for two seconds. His eyes squeeze shut as your throat grips his cock tighter and tighter, the sensation bringing him so close to the edge that he abruptly pulls back and leaves only half of his length for you to taste. “Just like that, shit.” Another minute of your mouth doing exactly what Bucky wants and he’s fighting with every cell in his body to delay the inevitable. He wanted to fuck you raw, truly, it was his intention from the moment you admitted you thought about it. But having you like this? Having you on your knees for him, telling him that his dick is bigger than the last piece of shit you were with? God, he’s so close to cumming in your mouth that it almost hurts.
            “I’m so fucking close.” He groans the words out as if he’s in pain, as if he’s holding back because he doesn’t want to cum in your mouth. That just won’t do. So, you release him from your mouth with a pop and start working him with your hand as you tilt your chin up to meet his gaze.
            “You don’t want to cum in my mouth?” You ask innocently, looking up at him through your lashes. It’s the same way you looked in the bar earlier and he feels his last bit of resolve crumbling. He could easily cum in your mouth, but that’s just not what he needs right now. In that desperate, needy way that you love, Bucky grasps your hair and pulls you to your feet. A whimper leaves your lips as his cock slips out of your hand.
            “No.” Bucky says calmly, turning you around and pushing your back forward until your hands land on the seat of his bike. “I’m going to give you a reason to use one of those damn pregnancy tests.”
            He’s swift in pulling down your jeans and panties with both hands, and then lining his cock up with your entrance and making you think he’s going to fuck you. But no, Bucky lets the tip of his cock gather the wetness that you’ve been sitting in since you left the bar, and then he begins chasing his release with his own hand. You let out a needy whine, pushing your hips back against him and hoping his cock will just happen to notch inside of you and slide all the way in, but Bucky isn’t going to let it happen until he’s ready.
            He has a plan. He’s going to fill you with his cum first, then use his fingers, his tongue, and his cock to fuck it back into you after. The next time your run into your ex, Bucky wants you to be so fucking pregnant that the guy loses his goddamn mind.
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Watchful Eyes
CEO!SteveRogers x Female!Maid!Reader AU
read Bucky's story here
summary: When your best friend gets you a new job, cleaning the apartment of the most successful man in New York City, you don't hesitate to accept. The pay is more than good, and the man himself is better than any eye candy you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to you, you've caught his attention just as much. Steve can't keep his mind off you, so much so, that he drives everyone around him insane with his grumpiness when you aren't around. It seems like he has to take matters into his own hands when he realizes, you're too shy to take things further yourself.
a/n: So that just happened... I don't know where it came from, but please enjoy. (Please don’t be discouraged by the word count - I promise you it’s worth it and I kindly ask you to at least try 💛)
word count: 10.8k
warnings: power differences, Steve is pining, watching someone over secret livestream (is this stalking?), women being referred to as objects (not by Steve), just so much fluff, and also angst (there is a happy ending!), smut (masturbation - m, praise kink, oral - f receiving, dirty talk, orgasm control, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, size kink, breeding kink) !MINORS DNI!
゚✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。✭・゚✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*・゚
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“Can you start Monday?”
“I can start Monday.”
“Perfect.”
Holy fuckidy fuck fuck. 
You had a job. A job that would crinkle some noses but it would pay money. Good money actually. Well, better than other offers in the branch.  
It had been luck, really. Because during one drunken night, which had originally been dedicated to drowning yourself in self-pity over the last job that had let you go due to staff cuts, your friend Natasha had crashed your party with Chinese food and gossip from her workplace. She was an assistant for one of the CEO’s of Shield Protection Services. And during her lunch with Sharon, the other assistant, Sharon had complained about Steve Rogers and how he had fired the third maid this month because they, apparently, were taking pictures of his home or selling some of his things. 
There might have been some talk about how picky and stuck up he could be but the important info was that Sharon was desperate at this point and had asked Nat if she knew anyone with the decency not to breach privacy and willingness to clean the CEO’s home. 
The good thing - or bad thing, you weren’t sure - was, Nat knew you were desperate too. So she gave Sharon your number and before you knew it, you were an employed woman again. 
❁ ❁ ❁
It was too early for you to be roaming the streets of New York, but you had gotten instructions and so you had gotten up at 6 and headed out to the address. And when you arrived, it felt as though it was the first time you blinked since the subway - you were that tired. Definitely not a morning person.  
The building was huge, tall glass fronts stretching into the sky and the ride up to the penthouse took longer than your average elevator rides did. 
The doors opened and revealed a beautiful open floor plan. A whole wall of windows brought natural light into the place and offered a view so breathtaking, it took you a moment to collect yourself. The place was ginormous - a lot to clean up - but seemed tidy enough to at least get started right away. 
You placed your bag on the counter by the kitchen and took more of the place in when suddenly, a voice startled you. 
“Who are you?” You whipped around, big eyes searching for the source until they landed on a tall man standing in what seemed to be a dining area - well, one of them at least. He had broad shoulders, neatly styled hair and one of those toothpaste smiles you only ever saw in magazines. He was wearing office attire, blue dress pants that slightly stretched over his muscled thighs, and when your head wandered back up his body, piercing blue eyes seemed to stare right into your soul. 
Holy Shit. 
Before you stood Steve Rogers, three-time Forbes Magazine cover story, young entrepreneur turned filthy-rich hunk of a man, and CEO of the most successful security firm in this country. And he was talking to you - staring at you... waiting for an answer. 
Talking, you needed to start talking, you reminded yourself.
“I’m the new maid, sir. I’m so sorry I was told to come here at 7 as you leave for work before that.”
Mr. Rogers looked at you with an unintelligible stare. Meanwhile, you were nervously wringing your hands in the doorway, looking down. You hadn’t planned for anyone important to see you today. The worn-down Fleetwood Mac shirt you didn’t mind getting bleach on hanging over some pants you pulled from the back of your closet definitely wasn’t the kind of outfit you expected to greet Steve Rogers in. Great start. This was going awful.
“Well I’m here aren’t I?” His arms folded before his chest as his eyebrow raised, impressive biceps bulging beneath the white button-up, and - damn - it was hard not to stare. 
“Right. Yes. Sorry. I’ll come back later.” You turned to leave again but he stopped you.
“No need. I am on my way out.” The left corner of his mouth twitched into a cheeky grin when he grabbed his bag, left the newspaper discarded on the table, and placed his coffee mug in the sink. Interesting.
“Don’t snoop.” He whispered teasingly as he passed you, a whiff of expensive cologne paralyzing your senses and you weren’t sure if he was making a suggestion or actually warning you. That damn perfume seemed to hypnotize you. 
Your eyes followed his broad shoulders until they disappeared behind the corner and then the elevator doors shut. It seemed to take all the tension from your face. You exhaled long and then began to look around some more.
The place was huge, you’d already established that. But when you found the third bedroom amongst the private office and Pool table room, you knew you had to make a weekly plan to work off. You had to give Mr. Rogers credit, though. There was rarely any clutter lying around - it wasn’t dirty per se - just had the usual dust you’d expect in a place this size with only one person living in it. 
You huffed, resting your hand on your hips once you completed the tour. And then you got started. 
❁ ❁ ❁
Steve peered up from his computer screen when Bucky strolled through the doors of his office. A coffee in hand he had most likely tweaked from his assistant's desk on the way here, he shot a grin to his oldest friend and business partner. 
“What ya doing, punk?” The brunette asked teasingly when he circled the desk and settled on the window sill behind Steve. 
“Just making sure things stay in order.” He leaned back and turned around slightly, just in time to see his friend nod knowingly.
“Heard Nat got you a new maid.” Bucky dipped his chin towards the laptop still open on the desk. “That her?”
His eyes wandered to the screen where a live feed of his apartment streamed you changing his bedsheets. He hummed in agreement. 
“She’s pretty,” Bucky commented before sipping his coffee again and Steve felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble in his stomach. “But I bet you don’t care anyway. You’re all ‘don’t sell my stuff’ and ‘having things stolen from a security firm CEO is embarrassing’. Wouldn’t know a pretty thing like that if it climbed you.”
“Because it is embarrassing. And I highly recommend you monitor your staff to make sure they don’t do the same.” Of course, Steve knew you were ‘pretty’. Exactly his type, to be honest. He had noticed it the second you stepped into his apartment this morning. The way your hands wrung beneath you. And he had shot you a teasing remark in hopes of discovering a sassy fire in those timid doe eyes of yours. But you had stumbled over your words like a fawn.
Bucky clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Nonsense. Peggy is great - and too old to even carry anything valuable out of my place. I trust her with my life and house keys.” And then he pushed off the sill. “I think it’s time for you to get laid again. And that’s why I’m a great friend and organized dinner and drinks with Tony and Sam tonight.”
Steve fell back in his chair, hands over his eyes. “I don’t need your wing-maning me. I’m perfectly fine on my own.” 
“Sure.”
“I’m serious, Buck.”
“You can thank me later.” He stout towards the door. “You know... after you’ve been devoured by the pretty little waitress at the Ironbar.” Bucky winked before his face disappeared again. 
Steve just huffed as his eyes landed back on the weekly report on his desk and then swayed back to his computer screen. 
As unwilling as he was to admit it, it had been some time since his last late-night rendezvous. And as he saw you crawl up on his bed to place the bedsheets properly along his mattress, he felt his pants tighten slightly. 
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“We’ll get one more round of the good stuff.” 
“Of course Mr. Stark.” Tony winked and patted his waitress’s butt before she stalked away on her high heels and towards the locked glass cabinet behind the bar. 
Steve had designed it himself, a fiberglass shrine-like display for ridiculously expensive liquors, only to be opened by a passcode that got regenerated every week. He watched as Betty - the young and lanky waitress - retrieved a crystal bottle of whiskey and filled four glasses with the golden liquid. 
“God, I love that thing,” Tony sighed next to Steve and watched Betty with a satisfied smile.
“You better be talking about that cabinet, Stark.” Steve shook his head with a frown only to receive a wink from Tony, who was sitting closest to him at the round table. 
“So...” Bucky leaned over to Steve and spoke in a hushed voice. “You see anything you like?” He gestured at the bar where Tony’s carefully picked waitresses passed with filled and emptied glasses and bottles. They were all wearing tight black t-shirts and skirts or shorts that counted just as scandalous. One could foolishly mistake this place for a Hooters if Tony hadn’t made it one of the most pristine bars in all of New York City. 
It was popular amongst the clientele which mainly consisted of bored rich men that came here to get something to look at without being judged for it. But Steve wasn’t feeling the girls today. When Betty shoved her breasts in his field of view, all he could think about was how he had never gotten the idea to get his maids a uniform that catered to his... liking. And when Betty swayed her hips on her way to the bar, his thoughts became clouded by the image of you in a short little skirt, riding up just a little to tease I’m about what was hidden underneath when you kneeled on his bed to get the sheets sorted. 
Steve adjusted his pants at the little flashback, clearing his throat and sitting up straighter in his seat. 
“Oh, apparently you have...” Bucky grinned before his eyes hushed down to Steve’s crotch and back up just as fast. “Well then,” he leaned back with a satisfied grin. “Which one is it? Samatha? Tiffany? Though I think Megan is more your type.” 
“Just shut up, punk.”
“Okay you don’t have to tell me me... either way, my job here is done.” He brushed his hands off fake dust and smiled smugly. “You better be in a good mood tomorrow.” 
Steve just huffed and waited for Betty to come back with ‘the good stuff’ to hopefully drown out his annoying friends for the rest of the night. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them. No, he would do anything for the people he chose to have in his life. The group he found himself in right now had been through thick and thin with him, stayed through his fame and fortune, and was just as supportive before it had all happened to either of them. He was happy having the guys because they built each other up and aimed for greatness - together, they were fucking invincible. 
But sometimes, Steve felt a little out of place amongst Bucky and Tony. It was in situations regarding women most of all because he could never adapt the attitude to talk about them the way they did. And he never had the headspace to juggle as many as they did. He had tried the one-night stands. But he struggled to navigate the superficial pleasure maze New York City provided in masses. Because just as the ever-passing smiles on the streets, it wasn’t fulfilling enough for Steve. At least not in the way it was for his friends. 
He wanted what Sam had. A partner, a family, something constant and beautiful. And that was, why he found himself asking for pictures of Sam’s kids and nephews rather than listen to Tony’s latest bed bunny endeavor whenever the conversations took a turn in that direction. 
“Earth to Rogers,” Sam’s finger snapped in front of Steve’s face. “What this I’m hearing? You got a new maid? What happened to the old one?”
“She sold his stuff on Craigslist.” Bucky snorted and took a sip of the drink that had magically appeared in front of them. 
“You aren’t serious.” 
“I really liked that tie,” Steve grumbled into his cup. 
“Man, I’m glad I don’t have to deal with things like that. You rich people really are a different breed.” 
“You’re rich, too, Sam.” 
Sam just smiled above his crystal glass, having fun with the little joke he liked to pull for ages now. He wasn’t any less successful than any of the other men at their table. But other than them, he had settled in a beautiful neighborhood - despising the concrete jungle each of the other guys lived in. His house felt like home, like a cozy place that had seen love and time and nothing like the polished and sleek man caves the rest of them owned.
“Well, anyways, my amazing assistant organized him a new one, the prettiest thing - really. But he’s refusing to see it.” 
Tony chuckled. “Well, that's Rogers in a nutshell, isn’t it.” 
Sam just pursed his lips and glanced over at Steve with a soft smile, ignoring the comments of the other guys. They never explicitly talked about it, but Sam was a smart man, and it would have surprised Steve, had he not already figured out that he was more of a family man than their friends were as of right now. 
“To new maids that aren’t selling your clothes on the internet then.” He raised his drink and winked at Steve once their glasses clinked. 
And Steve? He visibly exhaled, silently thanking Sam for pulling the tension out of their conversation. 
❁ ❁ ❁
It had been a little over a week. And so far, things had been going great. 
By now, you had cleaned through the entire place once and set up a plan of what to do on which day. You weren’t surprised it actually took a full 6 days to cover every single room in Mr. Rogers’s apartment. You had already figured out which tasks were going to be your favorite and which weren’t. Like his bedroom. You liked doing that. Because even though the sheets were a bitch to get on the ginormous bed, you kind of liked the smell the room had. His pillows smelled of the cologne you couldn’t forget ever since the man had brushed past you on your very first day.
You were pretty sure you would never forget that since your knees literally felt like giving in at that moment.  
Today, it was bedroom day. That and the on-suite. 
With a smile on your face, you entered the apartment on the top floor, each day secretly hoping you’d catch a glimpse of the CEO before he took off to work. But even though you tried to arrive ten minutes earlier (you really couldn’t spare any more sleep for your own good), the first day remained an exception in Mr. Rogers’s daily schedule. 
You placed your bag on the stool at the open kitchen island, changed into some other shoes, and headed for the supply closet. Despite the size of the place, you actually got around pretty easily. Mr. Rogers was a very organized and neat man - you’d noticed that the first and only time you met him. So things were almost always where you’d think they would be. Which made your job just that much easier. But also prevented you from the advised ‘not snooping’ you desperately wanted to do. 
You knew better though. 
People like Steve Rogers probably had cameras installed in this place. And you would certainly not go and rummage through his underwear drawer after he had personally told you not to. Who knows what strings powerful people like him could pull. So, for the sake of not waking up on a cargo ship to Madagascar one day, you restrained yourself as much as possible. 
Of course, you didn’t stop your eyes from wandering whenever you swept the shelves in his walk-in closet or closed the drawers in his office space. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. And this girl had a nosy best friend on her back that wanted to know every little detail of her new job... and was also way too invested in celebrity gossip.
Though, as always, there was nothing out of the ordinary today - there never was. Sure, it was still exciting to see how the filthy rich lived but other than that, no scandalous collection of women’s underwear, or drug lord papers lying around. You started to believe that Steven Grant Rogers was a very boring man. Not that you could properly judge in your position, seeing as you did not really know him, but the whole being in his home seemed a little too intimate not to do so. 
So that day you finished the tasks for the day, packed your stuff, and made your way back home, hoping to see him in the morning or to at least find something more interesting than dust in his home. 
❁ ❁ ❁
Steve greeted the concierge of his building when he entered the marbled entree hall. With a little frown and a look at his watch, the man greeted him back before he resumed his work. 
Yes, Steve was home earlier than usual. He regularly stayed even longer than his original work schedule intended. Today, however, he was home even earlier. But after another banter with Bucky about Steve’s non-existent sex life, he couldn’t imagine making it past five in the same building as his persistent best friend. So, he fled the office and decided to work through the rest of his papers at home. 
Of course, Steve knew that Bucky only wanted the best for him. But the ways he tried to approach the supposed bothersome loneliness Steve had in his bed just weren’t for Steve. Those might have worked on Tony - hell, Tony probably invented setting his friends up with one-night-stands - but not on Steve.
He huffed and swiped some loose hairs from his forehead as the elevator dinged at the top floor. The doors opened to the window front of his penthouse apartment and Steve stepped over the threshold, immediately stopping in his tracks when he took in the scene before him. 
The vacuum was running while you were kneeling on the floor, wiping up some water he only assumed came from the vase missing next to his sofa. He would have found it rather amusing if it weren’t for the way you carried yourself today. Something wasn’t right. 
Steve knew that you weren’t usually this messy - that much he could tell from the livestream that had become a constant in his office by now. Your head hung low, your motions hurried and sloppy. He watched as you swiped the floor, one of your sleeves constantly slipping down your arm again until you angrily pushed it up further than necessary. 
It was worrisome. 
He couldn’t place the feeling he felt in his chest when he sat his briefcase down and approached you from behind. His foot carefully turned off the vacuum and then he stood still, careful not to startle you when you finally looked up at him. 
He could see it in your eyes then. The panic, the uncertainty, and something else he hadn’t seen in them before.
You looked around you as if you were seeing the mess for the first time and when Steve was still watching you with an arched brow after a minute of silence, you suddenly sprung up to your feet. 
“I am so Sorry, Mr. Rogers. I didn’t realize it was this late already.” You turned a full 360 until your eyes landed on his again. “I’ll have this cleaned up in no time and I'll be out of your way. I promise.” 
Steve watched as you scrambled to gather the vacuum cord, struggling with it when it didn’t immediately snap back into the caster. “The subway was stuck in a tunnel for an hour because some guy decided to pull the emergency break for fun. And then this lady passed out next to me and when the fire department finally got us out and the paramedics packed her in the ambulance, I realized that I still had her purse.” You finally got the cord in turning so fast that the wet rag in your hands sprayed some water on Steve. “And do you know how difficult it is to find out which hospital they’re taking people? Because it’s so much more difficult than it looks in the movies. I didn’t know that! And then it was almost 10 a.m. when I got here. I am so sorry. This won’t happen again I promise-“
“Hey,” Steve finally stepped forward and caught your flailing hands with his and it shut you up. “It’s alright.” He spoke softly, guiding your hands down and proceeding to carefully stroke your arms down. “Are you okay? Do you need a day off?” 
Your doe eyes stared up at him, round and shiny as if you couldn’t believe he was actually standing in front of you. And Steve had to admit, besides the concern breezing through his body, your face was capturing up close. He traced your lashes with his gaze, the way your lips were parted slightly, your teeth showing past your upper lip, and the way your eyebrows were raised in shock. 
“No... no, I’m fine.” You finally stammered and it made Steve relax a little. 
“Then take a breath for me, please.” You nodded and Steve watched as your shoulders moved when you inhaled with your eyes closed. It shook Steve out of his trance. He cleared his throat and retreated his hands from your arms, awkwardly standing up a little straighter now that there was no excuse to touch you anymore. 
You were fine - that’s what you had said. But you didn’t quite seem that way. 
He watched as you opened your eyes and gifted him a small smile. Then your gaze dew to the floor and the mess you were standing in. Your smile turned awkward. 
“I’ll clean this up real quick and then I’ll be out of your hair.” 
Steve shook his head with a smile. Maybe this was a nice opportunity to do as Bucky had suggested. It was true, Steve hadn’t been interested enough before. Had he taken more time to know his former maids better, he could have probably prevented his things from being stolen and sold. Maybe it wasn’t exactly what Bucky had meant by ‘interested’, but Save decided it would do for now. “You can do what you need to and you can take as much time as you need to. I’ll be in my office for some time, so please don’t rush. I didn’t mean to freak you out by coming home earlier.” 
His arms reached up to scratch the back of his neck and your eyes landed on his bicep. Those damn doe eyes. “O- okay.”
He nodded, buried his hands in his pockets, gifted you a tight-lipped smile, and then proceeded to grab his briefcase and disappear into his office at the end of the hall. 
After some time, he heard the vacuum pick back up. Steve peaked through his open office door and caught a glimpse of you roaming his living room every now and then. It was relieving to know that you were functioning again. You had him worried for a second there - a feeling the successful CEO hadn’t welcomed in a hot minute. But it was kind of nice, made him feel a little more human than usual. So he didn’t mind having you work while he was home. On the contrary, actually, even though he had a huge stack of papers to go through, having to do them with a little bit of white noise was much more efficient than he had thought. He liked it when the occasional sound of items being set down snook its way to his office just to be interrupted by the vacuum again. And before he knew it, the workload he had taken home with him today, was worked through. 
Steve made his way to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Though, as he waited for the machine, he found himself leaning against the counter and watching you work in front of him. You were currently bent over the sofa, arranging the cushions after shaking them out, your shirt riding up ever so slightly and exposing a strip of skin on your back. 
The fresh grounding of coffee beans covered the way Steve gulped loudly at the sight of you in front of him. This was definitely different than watching on his laptop screen. He felt his pants tighten ever so slightly as he imagined walking up to you and just taking you from behind. Your face would press into the pillows as he would easily push into you, hearing your drawn-out moans through the cushions. 
He couldn’t help himself, you were just so pretty. 
The smell of coffee drew Steve back to reality. It wasn’t that simple. Because Steve wanted you to want him as well. But you didn’t know him well enough yet. 
You pulled the vacuum around the corner and seconds later the sound of the storage room door closing echoed through the apartment. You walked back into the living room, adjusted the book on his coffee table, and then looked at your work with your hands on your hips. It was kind of cute to watch, Steve had to admit. 
“Well done,” Steve praised and your shoulders jerked in surprise. 
“Woah, didn’t see you there, Sir.” You relaxed again and then moved to change your shoes, before packing the other pair in your bag. You looked like you were about to leave, but Steve didn’t want that. 
“Would you like some coffee?” He offered and turned to grab the mug that was just filled with the steaming hot beverage. 
But you shook your head, raising your hands. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude. I’m sure you’ve got work to do...”
“I wouldn’t have asked if it were an inconvenience.” 
You looked down and nodded, which made Steve smile and hand you the cup. Your hands encased it like it was a cold winter's day, timid looks roaming the room and landing everywhere but him. 
“You seem uncomfortable,” he tried, cautious not to intrude. 
“I’m not. It’s just that... I’m not used to,” you gestured around the kitchen, “all this.” 
“I know it sounds stupid but sometimes I feel the same.” Steve took in the high ceilings and shiny surfaces, the expensive paintings and furniture he had no part in picking out.
You just stared at him again before nodding and averting your eyes once more. It seemed like you were holding back, but Steve didn’t feel like he was in the position to ask. So he just had to do with your fleeting glances and diffident presence. It was fine for now. Though he didn’t know if he could actually stand it for long. 
“You got this job through Bucky’s assistant, right?”
“Natasha, yes. She’s my best friend.” Your eyes lit up and Steve celebrated the little victory in silence. He had finally found something to talk about with you. 
“How long have you known each other?” He took a sip of his own coffee, acting indifferent, though his gaze hung on your lips. 
“We’ve been friends since high school. But then we went to different colleges and for a moment, we lost contact. But when I called her after graduation, we reconnected. We coincidentally both moved to New York. It’s nice to have her back.”
“That does sound nice. I know a thing or two about reconnecting with old friends.” Steve smiled reminiscent. 
“Right, your business partner. Mr. Barnes.” You set your mug down when Steve shot you a surprised look. “Sorry, but it’s hard not to know things about you when every tabloid in the country has covered your story.”
Steve nodded, being reminded once again how different his life was now. Not that he didn’t appreciate it... it just used to be simpler. 
“Yes, Bucky is my oldest friend... we’d lost contact in-between as well. Now we spend so much time together, I sometimes wish it was that way again.”
“You don’t mean that,” you laughed and Steve swore it was the prettiest he’d ever heard. 
“Of course not.” He set his cup down once he noticed that you had finished your coffee and had grabbed your bag from the stool. 
“I should go,” you smiled sadly and Steve just nodded with a similar expression on his face. Then he pushed off the counter and walked you to the elevator. He caught your small wave before the doors closed, leaving his stomach feeling warm and fuzzy. 
This was definitely new.
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The next week was pure torture. 
Steve couldn’t work from home like he had wanted to. He also couldn’t go to work later to at least catch a ‘good morning’ from you. 
It had only lasted a couple more days. He had managed to trap you for a conversation with coffee two times after the first one and then it all went downhill from there. 
Steve’s work seemed to pile up in unusual amounts of papers on his desk. His e-mails and meetings were longer than ever and his frustrations built with every new message Sharon redirected to his phone.
It wasn’t until Bucky pointed out how unusually grumpy he was, that Steve realized, he missed you. How could that have happened? He barely knew you and talked to you even less than that. But he knew he was missing you. Because as silly as it sounded, the time he spent with you, he was more relaxed than ever before. 
“I’m headed home, now. Do you need anything before I go?” Sharon popped her head through the door of Steve’s office after the knock she placed there. 
Steve just sighed as he closed one of a dozen tabs on his computer. Then he shook his head. “See you tomorrow.”
“Bright and early!” She beamed and Steve just waved her off. 
The door fell shut once again and Steve moved to close a second tab. The one open beneath was the video footage of his home. It was paused because Steve had categorized it as ‘not suited for work’ once he saw you climb on his bed to straighten out the sheets and his dick reminded him just how deprived he really was. 
Looking at the paused video now, his pants tightened again. There you were, on all fours on his bed, tugging the sheet under the headboard side of his mattress - ass up and struggling. Fucking hell. 
His hand instinctively moved to his crotch to relieve some tension and then his eyes fell to his office door. Sharon had gone home. He was likely the only one left. His gaze wandered back to his computer screen and before he knew it, he was rubbing his hard cock through his pants. 
He groaned lowly at the feeling spreading through his body, the image on his screen just intensifying the scenarios he usually imagined when he got himself off. Because now they had your face. And your perfect body. If he squinted at the screen, he could actually see a sliver of your underwear peaking out the top of your pants. 
“Jesus Christ,” He pushed through his teeth when his hands worked to open his belt and pulled his rock-hard length out. He was already leaking from the angry red tip. 
His thumb grazed over his sensitive flesh, spreading the beads of precum and his whole body shivered when he imagined you doing it instead. His knees spread further apart in his office chair as he squeezed the base of his cock, concentrating on his breathing to slow. And then, without thinking, his other hand moved to play the video. 
Steve’s eyes never left the screen as he watched you tug the sheets tight. Your ass bounced up and down with the motion and he began to pump his shaft, imagining pushing into you from behind. Then you crawled back slowly, careful not to pull the sheet off again, but one corner came loose anyway. As you leaned forward, your new position seemed even more obscene - with your arms stretched forward and your ass still slightly lifted off the mattress. 
Steve’s fist pumped harder up and down his cock, he was panting. He could already feel the orgasm building. His balls were on the edge of bursting - but he wanted to hold out a little longer. 
For a second, his gaze jumped to the little speaker icon at the bottom right corner of his screen. His right hand still pumping with a tight grip, the left moved to slightly turn up the volume on the stream. 
Just then, you released a frustrated groan, followed by a throatier, softer noise that could almost be mistaken for a moan and Steve lost it. His fist stroked his thick cock in hard fast motions, the tingle in his body building with every heavy breath you released. His thumb grazed over his tip when you fell forward like a fawn and it was enough to make him burst. 
He closed his eyes and threw his head back on the chair. With a last firm push, he tumbled over the edge, squeezing his flesh as he felt the hot ropes of cum cover his hand. His heart beat in his ears once the ecstasy subsided, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.  
Steve stared at the ceiling, sighing in defeat. He was in deep now. 
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“So... how’s it going?” Nat’s voice rang through your speaker and you pressed your phone a little harder to your ear to hear her over the street noises. 
“It’s going really good. I don’t see him that often but he’s not messy at all, so it’s really not that bad.”
“Good, I’m glad!” Nat cheered on the other end of the line and you could hear her computer keys clicking beneath her fingernails. “Anything you wanna tell me?” Her tone was suggestive, and you kind of hated how well she knew you. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, come on, we’re stating the obvious here. He’s hot!”
“Nat!” You gasped appalled. “I’m not going around asking you if you think your boss is hot.”
“Why not? I'm not ashamed to admit it. My boss is hot,” she stated plainly and shorty after a distant ‘You got that right, doll!’ was heard through your speaker. 
“Oh my god,” you muttered, watching around you as if anyone could hear what Nat was saying. 
“So...?”
“Okay, yes he’s super hot and I wish he would just grab me with his big muscled arms and kiss the life out of me every time I see him. Are you happy now?”
“Yes, very.”
You waved at the concierge when you reached Mr. Roger’s apartment building and then stepped into the elevator. “Good. I can’t believe I just made me say that out loud.”
“We both know it’s true. No shame in a little crush.” You could practically hear her grin through the phone and it just annoyed you even more. How could she call you out when she was a mile away?
“Great, now I’m actually imagining kissing him and running my hands down his chest,” You huffed as the elevator door opened and turned the corner just to stop in your tracks. 
“I knew it!”
“Nat, I’ll call you later.”
“Okay, but-“ and then you ended the call as your eyes were glued to the kitchen counter. 
You stepped closer, your eyes never leaving where they had landed upon your arrival. There, on the polished black marble, stood a vase with a beautiful bouquet of pastel flowers. 
Your breath hitched in your throat as your fingers traced the colorful petals, and you leaned in to smell them. This was so sweet! A little giddiness shot through your body at the sight of the flowers. You’d never expected them from Mr. Rogers and it was nice to be appreciated. 
Feeling excitement all over, your fingers reached for the little white card lodged between a eucalyptus branch. But when you turned it over, all of it fell like someone had turned on gravity again. 
Happy one month!
Your mind repeated the words over and over again until they registered.
Happy one month.
You dropped the card and it made a dull clicking noise on the counter. How could you have been so naïve? Nat had put this stupid haze in your brain, getting you all giddy and excited. Of course, he had a fucking girlfriend. How could he not? He was Steve fucking Rogers.
You needed to take a step back and breathe. Those were a few too many emotions to feel in the early morning for you. Now you even felt guilty about wanting to run your fingers down his body. God, you’d even said it out loud - how embarrassing! 
“Okay, girl. Relax. Nobody heard,” you reminded yourself out loud. And then you took a deep breath with your eyes closed. 
“It’s not embarrassing if nobody saw. I’m the only one that can decide the level of awkwardness here.” Maybe stop talking to yourself then. You nodded and carefully placed the card back in the bouquet. 
“This never happened,” you whispered, more so to ensure yourself. “Just move on with your day.” 
Thank god it wasn’t kitchen day - you wouldn’t be able to stand the sight of those flowers any longer.
With your shoulders pulled back and your head held high, you made your way to the supply closet and got to work. 
It’s just another day. You reminded yourself when you pulled your cleaning supplies out and into the office. 
Just like any other day...
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Boy, had you never been any more wrong. 
Your phone rang at 7.30 that evening. You had already made yourself comfortable on your sofa, ready to binge a whole season of Gilmore Girls, after a successful day of pretending you hadn’t gotten the biggest turn-down of the century this morning. You had finished your cleaning plan, you had gone grocery shopping, bought yourself some own damn flowers, and even showered all before the sun had set. 
But now your phone rang and the caller ID could not mean anything good. 
“Hello?”
“Good evening!” Your name echoed through the speaker of your phone, a - for your taste - way too cheery woman on the other end. “I am very sorry I have to call so late. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“That’s alright, what do you need?” You bit your lip nervously, only dreading the next words of Mr. Rogers’s assistant.
“Well, actually it is not I that needs anything. Mr. Rogers requested for you to see him. Is that possible?”
“What? When?”
“Now would be amazing.” Your eyes widened at her words. Mr Rogers wanted to see you and it couldn’t wait until tomorrow? You must have done something horribly wrong. Oh, god, had he noticed you messed with the flowers? Had he seen you sniff his pillows? All possible scenarios of wrongdoing swarmed your head when you sprung up and bolted for your closet. 
“I can be there in thirty minutes,” you hurried through the speaker just to receive a satisfied hum from the other end. 
“Amazing! Thank you so much.”
She had hung you before you could even answer. It didn’t matter. You looked through your clothes, trying to decide what an appropriate ‘getting fired’ outfit would consist of - probably no sweatpants, so you could find the closest bar and drink your sorrows away in connection to the dreaded talk. 
You pulled out something, you could see yourself crying in and headed for the door.
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8.00 pm on the dot, the elevator doors opened to reveal a beautiful New York Skyline. Unfortunately, you neither had the headspace, nor the time to appreciate it properly. As soon as you turned the corner you saw Mr. Rogers casually leaning on the kitchen island. 
Instantly, you felt intimidated. He had never done anything to make you feel scared or in danger, but his mere presence was so powerful, you didn’t quite know how to act around him. Especially, because on top of it all, he was the most attractive man you’d ever laid your eyes on. 
“What did I do?” It just sprung out of you, your arms wanted to hug your body but you willed them still. He didn’t need to see how worried you really were. 
To your surprise, however, his face scrunched up in amusement instead. He pushed himself off the counter and gestured towards the flowers still standing proud on that polished marble top. 
“You forgot your flowers.”
“My... my flowers?” He nodded with a small frown, probably confused by your reaction. And to be honest, you were too. 
“Yes... I got you flowers. You’ve officially been working here for a month. That’s a record.” He shook his head with a chuckle and then rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m... very picky.”
His eyes met yours and a whole new wave of uncertainty washed over you. You didn’t miss the hesitation in his tone, the carefully chosen wording for something he didn’t exactly say. 
“So, I’m not fired.” God, why did it take so long for you to register. You just looked so stupid right now. 
“On the contrary.” Mr. Rogers took a step closer, though still keeping a respectable distance. “I think I can trust you. I’m very pleased with your work. You deserve them.”
“I do?” You looked up at him with big eyes when he took another step closer. He was so tall, you had to tilt your head up now that he was so near. 
“Can I trust you?”
His chest would almost touched you, if you were to breathe any heavier. Your breath hitched in your throat when the faint remains of his perfume reached your nose. It was as intoxicating - the way his eyes stared down at you - intense and looming. “Ye- Yes.”
“Good.” His voice was a raw timbre. His gaze drifted to the side, where his hand slowly reached up to lay on your shoulder. You felt warm and tingly from the touch. 
Not knowing what to do exactly, you just held your breath and stared up at his eyes. They were so blue - and up close, they were so much more captivating than any magazine photograph could ever display. 
You wanted to touch him, reach out, and pull him down towards you, but he had just told you he trusted you. Were you really going to risk this perfectly good job for a heated moment?
His other hand came up to graze your cheek with a careful touch and the worry of losing your job suddenly became very small. Mr. Roger’s hands were warm, his fingers almost hot even compared to your heated face. 
So you did it. Your hand reached forward and landed on the top of his chest, one of them traveled down the hard plane of his torso while the other clawed at his shirt collar. His thumb traveled to your lower lip, pulling it down and then stroking over the soft flesh, touching your teeth as well. 
Guided by the heat traveling through our body, your right hand tightened around his shirt and pulled him down and onto your lips. The blonde man jerked forward until his mouth crashed onto yours, immediately moving in perfect sync with yours. 
Your insides were tingling from the kiss when you felt his lips pull into a smile. His big hands roamed your body until they snook around your back, pulling you flush against his body and making you sigh contently. 
Mr. Rogers chuckled and then kissed you deeper. His touch was everywhere, yours too. Your mind was free of anything that wasn’t the tall, built, blonde man in your arms as soon as his tongue traced your bottom lip - asking for you to let him in. And you did just that. When he began to explore your mouth, you melted even further into his embrace. 
No man had ever kissed you like that. Which was why you dreaded the moment you had to pull away for air. 
Your hand landed on his cheek, thumb softly stroking his beard, eyes locked with his. 
“You’re very good at this.”
He just chuckled and pecked your lips once more. “Up.” He demanded, suddenly, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you as if you weighed nothing. 
“What are you doing?”
“I'm gonna show you how good I am at this.” 
Then he set you down on the bed and pushed you back until your head hit the comforter. His scent, the one you’d secretly been craving ever since you started working here, engulfed you like a big blanket. He stood above you, big and broad-shouldered, looming over you like a wild animal. But you weren’t scared.
“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” His lips attached to your collarbone, sucking and licking bruises to your skin until you moaned beneath him and your hands clung to his hair. “I’ve been watching you,” he murmured to your neck and a shiver traveled down your spine. 
“I knew it,” you gasped when he reached a spot behind your ears that sparked more pleasure. The thought of him spending his day watching you made you all excited and impatient. 
“The way you stumble about this place when you clean it... How do you navigate the world being this clumsy, Bambi?” A whimper escaped you at the nickname he chose for you. “You need somebody to take care of you, huh.” 
You arched your back to brush up against him. His hard cock was already straining his pants, pressing into your own deliciously. “Ah, yes.”
“Don’t worry, Bambi, I’m right here. I’ll take real good care of you.” His fingers traveled down your body until they reached the hem of your jeans and began to tug on them. 
You pulled him down to your lips once more, guiding his head back to that spot behind your ear that had you squirming on the sheets. “So needy.”
His voice was so low and husky now, you barely noticed he had already worked your pants open and halfway down your legs. You kicked them off the rest of the way and arched yourself back against him just to have him grind down on your core. 
“Feel so good, so big,” you mumbled through the haze you already found yourself in. God, what was it with this man - he was out of this world. 
“You can’t wait any longer, can you, Bambi?” His hands moved beneath your shirt and began to massage your breasts. “But I get it. I don’t wanna wait any longer, either.” 
In a swift motion, he had you flipped on your stomach, his hands traveling to your hips to pull you on all fours in front of him. Then the bed dipped and you felt his fingers press to your soaked underwear. He rubbed the drenched fabric over your entrance, only driving you wild with need when his fingers reached higher to your clit. “So pretty.” 
“I need you,” you whined, “need you so bad.” 
“Believe me, I need you too.” He pulled the black lace over the curve of your ass and you felt the cool bedroom air hit your wet core, only making you shiver once more. 
“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that.” You could only whimper in response when his hand pushed your head into the comforter and his face suddenly pressed into your pussy from behind. 
“Oh, god.” A yelp escaped you as his tongue teased at your entrance, only to be pulled back to lick a long strip from your clit back to it. His hand massaged your cheeks and the constant moaning to your core shook you from the inside out. 
“This isn’t enough, is it, Bambi?” He dragged a strong finger up your spine. “You need me to fill you all the way up, don’t you? Need me to mark you, show everyone you’re mine.”
“Yes, yes, fill me up, give it all to me. Fuck me and make me yours.” You were so desperate at this point. His mouth had you squirming and aching for the promising bulge beneath his pants and you couldn’t wait to feel him raw - you’d let him do anything. 
You turned your head and watched as he unbuckled his belt. Within seconds, his cock sprung free from its restraints and your breath hitched in your throat. He was thick and long, a prominent vein running along his side up to his tip, pink and already decorated by a bead of precum. Of course, Steve Rogers had a pretty cock. What wasn’t perfect about him?
“You’re so wet already, Bambi. So ready for my fat cock, aren’t you? You’ll suck me right in, I just know it.”
“Please! I wanna feel all of you.” Another whimper got swallowed by the mattress when you waited in anticipation for him to finally fuck you. 
His one hand grabbed your ass and the other aligned his cock with your entrance. You could feel his head already breaching, a delicious stretch sending shocks through your body in hot and cold waves of pleasure. 
He groaned lowly and it sent shivers down your spine. “Relax, baby girl. You’re so tight. You’ll be so stuffed with me.”
“I need you de-. I- ah just please!”
He worked himself forward with small rocking motions, each time reaching a little deeper into your core and when you thought he was finally all the way in, he pushed even further until your ass was pressed flush to his thighs. 
You screamed into the covers and reached for something to grasp when he groaned behind you. “Gripping me like a vice, Bambi. Are you gonna be able to take it?” He shivered behind you and you could tell he was struggling to hold still until you answered him. 
“I can take it. Your big cock feels so good inside me. Oh, god, please move.”
“Fuck.” Wet noises filled the room when he drew back almost all the way, just to slam back into you. In this position the curve of his cock stroked your walls perfectly, making it hard to hold back the building orgasm. 
“I’m so close already, sir. I’m-”
“Fucking call me Steve,” he roared and pushed your face further into the covers. “You gonna come? Gonna squeeze my cock with your pretty little pussy already, huh?”
You could only whimper in response, the steady stroke of his body clouded your mind until you felt like you were floating. 
“I-“Another scream ripped through your speech when the pleasure exploded within you. Steve slowed his motions, seemingly unable to move with the way your muscles contracted around him. And when the pulsing pleasure lessened after what felt like minutes, he picked his pace back up again. 
“That was so sexy. You gonna do that again for me? I’m so fucking close.”
His hand reached around you and began to massage your clit in tight little circles and your body lifted off the bed. Steve had pulled you up flush against his chest and watched his hand work on your clit over your shoulder. 
“’S too much! Ah!” You were still pulsing around his cock with every circle he traced on your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver.
“You’re doing so good, Bambi. You can give me another. Milk my cock dry.” He kissed your neck and bit your skin. “So fucking beautiful, how’d I get so lucky?”
“Steve!” You felt another wave of pleasure approaching, just for his fingers to still on your clit, his hand now pressing into your stomach. 
“I’m almost there, baby. Hold it a little longer.” His face fell into your neck and you could feel his cock twitch inside you while his hot breath licked down your shoulder. “Don’t you fucking cum until I say so.”
“I don’t know if I-“
“Yes, you can!” Steve pushed you until you fell onto all fours again and then guided your hips to meet his hard strokes. His movements became frantic and fast, making you lose your mind. 
“I’m gonna fill you to the brim, Bambi. Make you drip with my cum for days. You’re mine.”
“Steve! Steve!” You couldn’t hold it any longer, it was too much. He was so big, and his movements so fast, there was no way you were lasting any longer. 
“Wait. Almost there.”
“I can’t. I can’t! I’m- Oh my god!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck.” With one last hard slam, Steve shot his hot seed in your pussy. Your walls clenched with every lewd sound he pushed through his heavy breaths. “Cumming so much for you, Bambi. All for you. Uhnggghh.” He rutted into you a couple more times and once the intense feeling faded into lazy pulses, he fell forward and pulled you into his chest. 
Still buried deep within you, Steve pulled the covers over your bodies. Every little movement made you squirm and your pussy clench down again, drawing small grunts from the man behind you. 
“You did so good.” His hand stroked over your hair and his face nuzzled into your shoulder. “Now, rest. You deserve it.”
And with that, you let your body fall into its well-needed sleep - warm, content, and without a care for the morning.
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Steve woke up to the sound of his alarm. He smiled before he opened his eyes, his mind still reminiscing the night before. He felt warm and content at the thought of it. Your kiss was like nothing else.
He felt around his bed blindly after turning off the alarm only to be met by a cold mattress. Opening his eyes, he called out your name and sat up in bed. But when no answer sounded from his apartment, he got up and looked for you. After a few minutes of searching, he was sure you weren’t there. And it worried him. He had planned to order you breakfast. He wanted to talk about last night. He wanted to tell you how much it had meant to him. 
A look at the clock on his wall made him frown. Maybe you’d gone home to change for work. He decided to wait and get to work a little later today. It would all resolve itself, Steve was sure. 
But when seven rolled around, there was no sign of you. And even after another 25 minutes, there was no indication you’d show up soon. Steve really couldn’t push his time anymore. There was a lot of work waiting for him at the office. So he got up and grabbed his briefcase, only to be interrupted by his phone. 
“Good morning, Sharon.” 
“Good morning, Mr. Rogers. I’m just calling to let you know your maid just called in sick.”
“What? Until when?”
“She didn’t say. But she’ll call when she is better.”
“Do you know what she has?”
“I believe that’s private. Mr. Rogers.”
Steve just hummed absentmindedly. His brain already playing all the possibilities in his head. 
“Would you be so kind so send me her number?” He asked almost hesitantly, but still demanding enough for Sharon to agree right away. 
“Of course, one second.” And then his phone pinged with a message from his assistant. 
“Thank you.” Sharon just hummed in response and then she hung up the phone, ever the busy assistant he knew her as. 
Steve didn’t hesitate to call you right away. With every peep. His heart hammered faster in his chest. And when he was about to give up, a familiar rustling rang through his speaker. 
“Hello?”
Steve took a second to breathe and then he said your name - steady but careful. 
“Mr Rogers,” you sounded surprised, and Steve tried to suppress the sting in his heart at the sound of his last name. You had called him Steve just last night. Why’d you stop?
“Yes... I heard you’re sick. Do you need anything?” He cringed the second he said it. You obviously didn’t want anything from him given that you had fled from his apartment before he even woke up this morning. 
“No, no. I’m good thank you.” There was an awkward tension in the static connecting the two of you. But Steve didn’t understand where it came from. Had you not enjoyed last night. Had he only imagined the affection you gifted him then?
“Well... I hope you are able to come back soon.”
You huffed into the phone. “Uh, yes. Okay.”
“Alright, then. I’ll see you.”
“I’ll see you.”
And then the line went dead. And Steve couldn’t shake the feeling that you had sounded a lot colder than before...
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Steve had taken the next day off. His mind was too occupied to work, anyway. He had caught himself glimpsing at his video feed several times that day, even though he knew you weren’t going to show. He guessed, somehow that you would appear anyway. It didn’t happen of course.
So today, Steve had to learn to do nothing. That included not thinking of you as well. Because as much as the thought of you distracted him from work, not working wasn’t exactly the best move to get rid of his thoughts. 
First, he had tried to stay in bed until 6. That was hard enough. Then, he worked out a bit, read an article, made a smoothie - okay he ordered one - and then he sat on his sofa watching as the clock above his fireplace ticked to 7 a.m. 
It was ridiculous. If every hour would pass this slowly, he’d go insane.
His fingers taped on his thigh as he watched the seconds hand tick. He had to do something, anything. 
The moment this thought passed his mind, he heard the elevator door ‘ding’ at his level. And before he could even turn around, your bag hit the ground with a loud thud. 
Steve stood up straighter, adjusting a tie he was not wearing, but the motion had become a habit. He was excited you’d shown up - visibly well and healthy that was. 
You stared at him for a solid minute and neither of you said a word. Your stare was unintelligible to Steve. He had to admit, that he didn’t know you well enough to read into your silent conversation yet, but he wanted to - he wanted to so badly. 
His hands moved to clasp in front of him and then he cleared his throat, but as he was about to say something, you moved past him, straight to the supply closet, and then disappeared into his guest bedroom. 
He followed you before he could tell his feet to stop, halting in the doorway of the room and watching as you dusted off the tall shelves above the sideboard. 
“What are you doing?” His voice was higher than he anticipated. 
“I’m working,” you answered bluntly, moving to the next object to dust off. 
“Why?” Steve had promised to provide for you just the other night. And, yes, while he might have been hazy from the incredible pleasure you had created, he had meant every word.
You suddenly turned to him with an angry stare. “I’m working because, unlike other people, I can’t just do whatever I want and not deal with the consequences,” you spat and then turned around again. The dusting motion turned a little more aggressive and Steve felt a cold shiver run down his back. Feisty.
Though, Steve couldn’t quite place your anger. Had he said something to offend you? How did the other night play into any consequences and why the hell were you working still? You’d said it yourself, you wanted to be his. And that was all he ever wanted. It just didn’t make sense.
Steve didn’t move. He just stood there like an idiot and watched you work your anger away on the poor dusty decorations of his home. You obviously didn't want to talk to him and he had no idea what to say to you. So he just watched... and watched until at least ten minutes had gone by. 
You were at a completely different corner of the room by now, trying to grab a book to dust off, but couldn’t quite reach. Steve had been standing in the doorway this whole time so he just assumed he was blocking your way to a ladder. But he took it as an opportunity instead. 
In three Long strides, he had walked up to you, reached for the item you stretched toward, and handed it to you. And for a second there, he could see those doe eyes return to your face, staring up at him.
Maybe he had misread the situation after all because your gaze drew him in again. He slowly closed his eyes before he could reach your lips, excitement rising in his veins when he thought back to the feeling of your lips on his–
*smack*
His eyes shot open when your hand collided with his cheek, a fire flickering in your eyes that made him take a step back, holding his heated skin. 
“You don’t have to mock me, okay?! I know it’s embarrassing and it’s stupid what we did, so please don’t make this more difficult.”
“What?” Steve was baffled, hurt. 
It was stupid what we did. Your words echoed in his mind until your voice penetrated the mantra. 
“Just leave me alone. Don’t you have work to do?”
He shook his head with an aching heart. You really had no idea. You thought he had used you, made you a bed bunny like Tony or Bucky would - he’d never do that. “I called in sick. I was so... forget it.”
You resumed cleaning and Steve just stood in your way watching. His chest stung with every second he spent with his eyes glued to you, knowing what you thought of him. He couldn’t stand it. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable, much less convey he’d only use you. 
“Can I ask you a question?” You ignored him, but he could see your movements stagger for a second. “Do you really regret what we did?”
Then you paused, your eyes trained to the surface in front of you. When you finally looked at him, Steve could see the tears shimmering in them. 
“No,” you whispered softly, Steve had almost missed it had his heart not skipped a beat. 
He instinctively stepped closer to you again, though cautious not to scare you away. He’d come this far and didn’t want to mess it all up again. “Then why are you ignoring me?”
“I'm not ignoring you.” It shot out of you like a bullet. You sighed, took another breath, and set the duster down. “We don’t know each other. We live in completely different worlds. There is not one scenario in which we could exist together as anything more than... this. I know that now.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re you and I’m just the maid.” You gestured to Steve and then yourself and Steve hated the way you degraded yourself just because he had a couple dollars more in his bank account. It wasn’t right. 
He shook his head, his hand reaching out to you but dropping just before he could actually touch you, curbing into a soft fist instead. “And what if I told you that you are much more to me than that?” Now he finally dared to lay his hand on your cheek, tilting your head so he could come closer to you and still stare into your eyes. “I like you. And the night– ever since you came into my life, my days seem just so much less dull.” 
He smiled with shiny eyes, afraid your silence would last forever. “Please say something, Bambi.”
“You like me?” There was awe and disbelief in your voice and Steve wanted to kiss it away until every last doubt was erased from your mind. Whoever had made you this insecure about affection would eat his fist. 
Steve bit his lip to hide the chuckle threatening to spill. “I do.”
He slowly got lost in your eyes again. Those beautiful innocent orbs looked at him like he was a different type of special. He loved it so much. 
His gaze dropped to your lips, slightly parted and full, and then back up. And before he could lose himself in them again, your hands latched onto his collar and pulled him down toward you. 
The kiss was all tongue and teeth, need and desperation melting into sighs and tingles - he could feed off of it forever. His hands roamed your body and pressed you deeper into his. Your arms reached around his neck as your noses bumped against each other in eager anticipation. 
Nothing ever felt this right. Steve couldn’t possibly believe you’d doubted the chemistry for a second. Not when it felt like that. But he wouldn’t need to think back on it anymore now... now that he finally had you.
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