Summary: The three Captains want to make it up to you, and to make you feel good.
Word Count: 3466
Warnings: It's threeway porn (with feelings because I can't write it otherwise apparently). Sex, oral, anal, dirty talk. All four of them are switches btw :) VERY 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI OR I WILL REPORT AND BLOCK YOU :)
A/N: This is all @ocean-bucky fault. I have no other excuses. Everyone blame or thank her, depending on how you feel about this sexy trash :D
Divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics
âHurry home, doll. Weâre getting bored without you.â
You look down at the notification from Bucky distractedly, eyebrows scrunched together. You had no idea what he was talking about, how could the three Captains of America, of all people, be bored?! You shook your head, and looked back up at the presentation that was on the screen at work⌠this was boring. Your three sort of fuck buddies, sort of friends, sort of impossible love stories didnât know the half of it-
Your phone buzzed against the table top again, making your co workers glare at you, before turning back to the projection. You grabbed your phone, fully intending to text Bucky to go away, that you would be over to the Tower to see him, Sam and Steve as soon as possible, but your Face ID beat you to it.
Your phone opened, and you accidentally hit the play button on the video that had been sent.
You caught just a hint of Steve reaching forward and dragging Sam to him, tilting his head back and sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, before kissing him well enough to make Sam moan in the back of his throat. You just heard Buckyâs throaty encouragement from behind the phone camera that added another too sexy layer to the video, when a gasp reached your ears and you looked up to see all your co-workers staring at you.
You were pretty certain that your face could be used to fry eggs if needed, it was that hot.
âUmmmâŚâ
âOkay well, I think that wraps things up for today.â Your boss raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at you, before pointing to the door, âEveryone, have a great weekend. Y/N? Could you stay for a moment, please?â
You smiled weakly at them, and nodded. You were going to kill all three Captains of America.
An hour later and you were feeling somewhat better. Your boss had chewed you out for interrupting the meeting, and then told you to leave and come back with a better attitude on Monday, leaving you to depart the office in a cloud of rage aimed squarely at the three assholes who tried to torment you.
First, you sent all three of them the same message; fuck all of you⌠if you can find me.
Then, you turned your phone off, and went shopping. Twenty minutes later and you had a new burner phone, and some supplies.
Lastly, you had gone to the nearest and swankiest hotel - The Plaza in this case - and booked yourself a suite for the night.
Your yearly bonus had to come in handy sometimes, right?
Now, you smiled as you looked yourself over in the floor length mirror that occupied the room. The lingerie you had bought, paired with your work heels looked good. Keeping your smile in place, you started taking pictures, one after the other, after the otherâŚ
Soon you had a nice little collection, and sent them en masse to Steve - he was particularly susceptible to you in heels for some reason.
Hey handsome, come and get it if your old ass can find me...
You then went to the bed, and started taking more pictures, covering your body with a pillow or the sheet, and making sure to show off the fact that you had removed your bra, and forwarded those to Bucky.
Iâve lost my clothes, can you help me find them?
Finally you open up the video, and lay yourself back on the pristine white cotton sheets, keeping your sultry smile firmly in place. It wasnât hard, your breath was already catching in your throat, it was all too clear in your mind how much you were riling your guys up with just the pictures. You figured that you had maybe fifteen more minutes before they tracked you downâŚ
âHey, Sam⌠where are you guys?â You trail your fingers over the skin of your neck, humming in the back of your throat, âI need you allâŚâ
You hiss as your fingertips make contact with your nipples, but you keep the camera on your face, âDonât you wish you could see what Iâm doing?â
Your fingers trail lower, over your stomach, and dip beneath the silk of your panties, âMmmm⌠god Iâm wet just thinking about you threeâŚâ
You raise your fingers and suck them into your mouth, âI bet you wish there was something else I was sucking, asshole⌠maybe you shouldâve thought of that before getting me in trouble at work.â
You send the video to Sam⌠and then you wait. You didnât think that you would have to wait on the edge of arousal for long, but even you were surprised that you barely had enough time to freshen up before three loud knocks on your hotel room door echo through the large suite.
You bite your lip and adjust the strap of your bra that you had put back on,
âH-hello? I didnât order room service.â
âHilarious, Y/N. Let us in.â
That was Sam's voice, the deep, calm, whiskey soaked voice of reasonâŚ
âLet you in? Why?â You tilt your head at the door, âI have everything I need here.â You walk over to the small dresser by the bed, and start loudly unwrapping one of your new supplies.
âWhatâs that, honey?â Steveâs voice now, all growl, all demand. You could just picture him dropping his head slightly, glowering at the door like he could burn through the lock with just his eyes, and you let out a low chuckle,
âJust a new friend I made after you guys acted like brats.â Youâre as loud as possible putting the batteries into your new toy, âIâm going to go have a nice long bath now and thenâŚâ
âDoll, you better shut up and open up this fucking door,â Bucky thumped briefly against the barrier between you, âYou scared the shit out of us pulling this stunt. Do you know how many guys would kill to get their hands on you and use you against us?â
You roll your eyes heavenward, âOh please. No one knows about us, ours is a secret fuck buddy relationship, isnât it? And anyway, you guys are the ones yelling in a public hallway.â
âY/N-â
âGo away, please.â
You turn on the vibrator, and they kick through the door.
Three three of them stalk towards you, a heady combination of anger and lust shining in their eyes as they look you over in your lingerie and heels. Steve raised an eyebrow at the pink vibrator in your hand, snatches it from you and throws it towards a shadowed corner,
âYouâre not going to be needing that, honey.â
âSteve! Who told you that you assholes could come in?!â
Sam walked behind you, and pulled you back against him. He smelled like leather, and felt like sin. He trailed his nose along the skin of your neck, âYou want us to leave then, sweetheart? Maybe we wanna make it up to you.â
Sam just holds you as Bucky and Steve slowly start removing their jackets. Bucky is wearing a black t-shirt, his muscles clearly visible under the tight material, and Steve rolls up the sleeves of his blue shirt, the sunlight glinting against the blond of his longer hair and beard.
Theyâre the three most beautiful men in the world. They protect the world from threats most people could barely comprehend. They carry trauma, pain, compassion and love on those broad shoulders, and they make it look easy when they come home to rest.
And they rest with you.
You relax against Sam, going pliant in his arms, and turn your head to kiss him softly, âYou guys got me in so much trouble, you deserved a little payback.â
âYeah? Well, weâve had it. Now itâs your turn to make it up to us, sweetheart.â
âOn your knees, doll.â Bucky appeared in front of you, pulling his chin length hair back into a little bun, sinful smirk across his face, âTurns out that Sam does want you sucking on something else.â
You poke your tongue out at him, âGet me on my knees, Barnes.â
Steve laughed at that, distracting you enough that Bucky pulled you from Samâs arms, and dragged you flush against him, claiming your lips in the type of kiss only Bucky could give.
Possessive. Demanding. Needy.
This man could convey more emotion in a three second kiss then most men could in their whole life.
Bucky pulled away, letting you breathe for a spilt second, and pushed you down to your knees, going down on his haunches next to you, âOpen your mouth, doll, Sammy has something for you.â
His metal hand went to grab your wrists, pulling them behind your back, you wanted to snark, but your cunt started to throb, distracting you. Sam had removed his upper clothing, leaving him gloriously shirtless. Sam shone, light sought him out and made him gleam like a god, your mouth watered at the sight of him and your jaw dropped open without much thought.
âGood girl. Buck, hold her jaw open for me.â Sam's voice was husky, as he pumped his cock right in front of your face, âSwallow me down, sweetheart.â
Bucky kept your wrists in one hand, and held your mouth open with the other, his lips at your ear, âYou look so fucking sexy like this. Canât wait to fuck your pretty ass later.â
You canât answer, Sam's eyes are rolling into the back of his skull as you tongue his tip, tasting the pre cum gathered there. Steve comes down on your other side, his shirt is also off now, and he takes one of your wrists,
âI need in her cunt. Iâve been waiting all fucking day.â Steve slapped at the inside of one of your thighs, just enough to sting, âKeep your fucking legs open. I want to touch you, and youâre not cumming until one of us says, okay, honey?â
Sam is gently fucking your face, both his large hands holding your skull firmly. Bucky drops his fingers from your jaw and pushes it past both cups of your bra, pulling the fabric away and letting your breasts spill free,
âGod I love these,â Bucky rolls a nipple between his fingers, as Steve drops his hand between your legs. His fingers pull the fabric of your panties to one side, and the immediately go to your clit,
âSheâs soaked, I bet she could cum within a minute if we let her.â
âNo way, man.â Sam growled, picking up his pace and hitting the back of your throat, âI want her begging us before we let her cum.â
Sam tastes like heaven on your tongue. Steveâs fingers are playing you perfectly. Bucky whispers filth in one ear and teases you higher with his metal fingers on your breastsâŚ
Sam's hips stutter, and he comes down your throat. You just barely manage to breathe through your nose and not gag, swallowing him down as instructed. Your orgasm is just about to hit, when Steve and Bucky both pull away from you, and make quick work of ripping off your bra and panties. Bucky pouts as the fabric flutters to the floor,
âThose were really pretty, I really like fucking her in her underwear, man.â
âYouâll have to get me some more then, wonât you?!â You hiss, irritated that your relief had been taken away, and then jerk when Steve lays a slap against your ass, just hard enough to sting, and you glare at him, âWhat was- ow!â
Steve had spanked you again.
âGet on your knees on the bed, honey, weâre not done here yet.â
That tone⌠only Steve used the full Captain voice with you and got away with it.
Sam was too playful, he liked leaving his Captain persona at the door and just being Sam with you. Bucky was too unpredictable, sometimes he would be sweet and soft, other times - like now - he would be hard and demanding, but he never acted like his professional persona with anyone when that uniform came off. He had been a violent shell with no control for too long. He liked having his varied tastes and personalities now.
Steve though⌠he just liked seeing his orders being followed, and he liked being strong enough to see that they would be followed too. Like right now.
You rolled your eyes - you were not the type to just give in just because Steve was pulling his belt through the loops on his jeans - and Steve just smirked, kissed you, and promptly threw you on the bed.
You bounced, a stream of curses falling from your lips, but they were cut off when Sam and Bucky climbed on the bed on either side of you. Both were now fully naked, their only adornment was the greedy smiles on their faces as they crowded against you.
Sam lay back against the pillows, and spread his arms out to the sides, âCâmere baby girl, I got a great seat for you.â
You giggled, and relaxed enough for Bucky to help you straddle Samâs face. Once in place, Sam raised his hands to your ass and helped guide you over his mouth. The first swipe of his tongue over your clit had you breathing out his name, and you leant forward to grasp the headboard. You barely noticed Bucky moving behind you, just moaned softly as he trailed kisses along your neck, and lightly bit down on your earlobe,
âYou like Sam eating you out, doll? His tongue is magic, right?â
âMmmmâŚâ
âWill you let me tongue your ass? And you can suck Steve's dick?â His touches to your skin were tender now, his voice low and pleading, âPlease, doll? Iâm sorry for getting you in trouble, we just wanna make you feel good.â
âWill you let me cum?â You hum as Bucky's fingers reach between your legs to gather some of your slick, and bring it back to your asshole, âBuckyâŚâ
âWhadâya say, Steve? Can she cum yet?â
Steve snorted, and came to kneel next to you on the bed. He took a grip of the back of your neck and laid another kiss on you, stealing your breath just as Sam did that with his tongue, and Bucky pushed a finger into your ass to the first knuckle,
âOh god-â
âNot yet, honey. Bend forward, okay?â Steve whispered against your lips, and moved you to his satisfaction, guiding your lips to his cock. Steve was muskier than Sam, more dark spice than clean whiskey, his taste was addictive and you sucked the tip eagerly into your mouth.
âGood girl.â Steve murmured, his voice just strangled enough in pleasure to make you preen around him and suck him harder, letting go of the headboard with one hand so you could take a grip of his base and stroke him long and slowâŚ
âI should take a picture of how hot you three look right now.â Bucky murmured from somewhere behind you, his hands on your ass, spreading you for his gaze, âBut I got something to do right nowâŚâ
The first touch of his hot wet tongue almost sent you over, and you wouldâve if Sam hadnât chosen that moment to lift his hand and pinch your nipple, just enough to hurt.
You growl around Steveâs cock, your free hand swatting at Sam in frustration, but he just chuckles against you and starts pushing to move you enough so he can sit up,
âGonna fuck you now, baby girl, okay?â
Your mouth is too full to answer, so you just wink and stick your thumb up at Sam, making his honey toned laugh fill the room,
âYouâre so fucking sexy, you know that?â
Of course you knew that. These three men - your men - made you feel like a living goddess just by looking at you. It was how Bucky made you feel when his eyes never left you as soon as you entered a room, but he would wait until you came to him if you ever needed anything. It was the way that Steve held you as you slept, all day he was a Captain, but in bed he would lay his head on your chest and take the comfort that he needed but could never ask for. It was the way that Sam could drop his guard around you, opening up to you in ways that he just wouldnât for anyone else.
You mattered to these three. It might never be a relationship that the world would fully embrace, but what did that matter when they loved you in this quiet and powerful way?
Sam slid inside you, stretching your walls in a deliciously painful way. He brought his hands to caress your chest, playing with your nipples and sending a fresh wave of arousal through you. You sucked harder on Steve, almost delirious with pleasure, and that was before Bucky rose to his knees behind you and tapped the head of his cock against your back passage,
âYou ready for me too, doll?â
Another thumbs up, and Bucky pushed forward, gentle in the way only someone with Buckyâs level of strength could be. Once Bucky was all the way inside you, the three of them paused, sharing a look with each other, before they began moving in unison, stuffing you full with every thrust inside of you.
You were close before, now you were desperate, you keened around Steveâs cock desperately as he held your head firmly. Sam played with your nipples, Bucky reached around and rubbed softly at your clit. It was too much, it was not enoughâŚ
âSteve, are you ready? I think Y/N should be allowed to cum now, donât you?â Sam asked breathlessly, Bucky hummed in agreement behind you, and started picking up the pace, his hips slamming into yours, bringing both him and Sam deeper inside youâŚ
âYeah, come on, honey, come onâŚâ Steve started thrusting harder too, making you gag. Your orgasm his suddenly just as the first ropes of Steveâs release shoot down your throat. Sam follows quickly after, groaning lewdly on a chant of your name, and Bucky finds his release last, pulling out to empty himself across your back.
You fall forward, breath coming in pants and zero strength left in your body. All three men cradle you, your ears hear nothing but words of praise and love and devotion. You whine when Sam slips back out of you, and when his warmth leaves your front. Steve pulls you next to him, draping you across his chest as Bucky and Sam work on cleaning off their combined messes.
Itâs indescribable how you feel after they have their way with you. Every time is different, and yet it always makes you feel the same. Warm, cared for, appreciated. Steve calls for room service, Bucky runs a bath, and Sam tucks the covers in around you.
Steveâs lips press against the top of your head, his deep voice low, âHowâre you feeling, honey?â
âMmmmâŚâ you sigh, sleep tugging at the edges, âGimmie a little while?â
âSure thing⌠weâre not going anywhere.â
Your phone rings forty eight hours later. When you see itâs your boss, you turn your back on your three guys, chuckling at their groans. By the time youâve finished the call, youâre grinning from ear to ear, and throw your shoulders back in triumph knowing full well it made your chest look amazing⌠and that it would further torment your three Captains,
âSo, that was the boss! Even after your thoughtless actions the other day, they want me to work on a presentation for the company. If I do it right, then guess who gets that promotion?â
Bucky grinned, the edges were just a little strained, âAw, doll, Iâm so proud-â
âDid I say you could talk?â You boop his nose, and then kiss it, then lean over to Sam on Buckyâs right hand side, and kiss his neck, grinning when he let out a strangled groan,
âSuch a good boyâŚâ
âYNâŚâ Steve was always the worst when it came to you having your turn to be in control, which also meant he was the most fun, âdonât be a tease-â
âCome on, Steve! Would I tease you? I promised that I would let you all cum didnât I?â
You grin down at them, your three Captains. All of them naked, and laid out like beautiful sacrifices for you, each one of their beautiful cocks stood to attention just waiting for you to decide what to do with themâŚ
You adjust the straps of your bra, and the hemline of the thong that you wear, and lick your lips,
A/N: Sooooo the curses (italicized) are mainly in three languages(apart from english): hindi, tamil and marathi. This fic is just a self-indulgent little thing. Hope you enjoy :)
Warnings: Cursing??
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Growing up desi meant you were lucky enough to be multilingual and being multilingual meant, well, you knew how to curse up a storm.Sam found it funny, honestly how you'd scrunch up your nose at an inconvenience and curse at said inconvenience to kindly gaand mara or whatever else fell out of your mouth. Over time, even he picked up a few of your colorful cadences. Here are a few instances:
One:
You were cooking dinner for six that night. Sarah, Bucky, AJ and Cass were coming over to spend some time with you and Sam. You decided to go desi and were whipping up some of your family's recipes. The chapatis were all buttered up and in the casserole, the paneer was in the palak gravy cooking away and the rice was one whistle away from being removed from the pressure cooker. The dal was turned off and you were preparing the tadka that was usually what made it sing. But no matter how many times you'd done it, the oil still made it a point to splatter and burn your waist (shouldn't have worn a saree, ugh.) A sharp gasp left your mouth, "Aai javli! Madarchod!" Sam rushed to you from where he was sitting on the couch, checking to see what was going on. "Baby, what happened?" "This chutiya oil decided to burn me to the bone is what happened, see what it did!" Sam couldn't help but chuckle at your adorably annoyed face and your accent that got thicker everytime you felt angry. It just made you jut out your lower lip in further annoyance. The smell of burnt mustard seeds reached you, further pushing your buttons as you reached forward to turn off the tempering. "The whole night is fucking ruined," you replied with a furrowed brow. "Sweetheart, we've still got time. Don't worry, let's get that burn checked out first though, okay?" Sam being ever the darling husband took care of the tiny injury with his signature tenderness. "Thank you,baby," you say as you place a grateful kiss to his cheek, "I gotta go make the tadka again," you sigh. You enter the kitchen, picking up the little pan filled with burnt spices and dumping it in the sink, "Pandara masala!".
If the whole fiasco taught Sam anything, it was that anything sounded sweet if it came from his wife's mouth.
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Two:
You were on the phone with the bank, trying to help Sarah out with her loan. "I understand but there has to be a way! Sir, don't you tell me what is and isn't possible, I know exactly what you've got going on in your little bank! The world was in shambles for the past five years! How can you ask us for receipts when we didn't even exist, make it make sense!" As you were chewing out the man on the phone, Sam comes into the living room to where you were, massaging your unsurprisingly tense shoulders. "Well, you know what? You can take all your unreasonable, godforsaken policies and shove it up your gaand, bhenchod! Poda, paradesi!" You slam your phone down on the teapoy with a thud, leaning into Sam as the familiar feeling of annoyance and helplessness seeps into you. "You okay, baby girl?", Sam asks in that voice that manages to make everything seem okay. You slump your shoulders in defeat, "I fucking hate this, I promised Sarah I'd try to help and I couldn't even do that." "Baby, don't blame yourself for that. Those bank people are just a bunch of, how'd you put it that one time? Landfucks?" "Landfakir, Sam", you grin as you correct him. "Yeah, same thing.""Pretty much." He turns you around so you're chest to chest and just holds you as you hug him tighter. The money can wait.
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Three:
The one time you decide to get loose and have some fun had to end like this. Gosh, being a woman was hard sometimes. It was your best friend's birthday and she'd decided to gather all your girlfriends and go to this club that was apparently talk of the town. You weren't the drinking type, but you were definitely the 'shake that ass' type so you put on your favorite LBD ready to go and have a good time.
The celebration was a blast and after a final birthday wish and a tight hug shared between you and the birthday girl,you decided to head home. Sam instructed you to call him so he could pick you up, so you did just that. You were waiting a few feet away from the entrance to the bar,waiting for your husband when you saw this man approach you. "What's a beauty like you doing alone?", he asks with a sleazy smile. "Waiting for my husband", you replied with snark. That stupid creepy smile was still on his face as he said, "Well, he shouldn't have let you wait alone out here. You wanna leave with me? I bet I can make you feel better than he ever has."
"Leave me alone, asshat." "Now, that isn't the way to talk to someone, you bitch", he curses before his eyes go comically wide at the sight of Sam marching up to the both of you and punching the man's jaw. "Well,let me tell you, that isn't how you talk to a lady. Apologize. Now." Sam threatens him with a look you can only call menacing, picking him up by the collar. "Sorry man, I'm sorry!" The gall to apologize to Sam and not you! "To me, you little shit! Dimaag hai ki nahi,laude?!" "What?", the man was truly acting like the epitome of middle aged incel stupidity. You walked upto that asshole with a furious glare and a finger in his face, "I said, apologize to me!" "Fine! I'm sorry! I'm sorry,ma'am, please let me go!" You take Sam's free hand, "Sam, baby, let's go, this panni isn't worth our time and you," you give the douchebag a pointed glare, "run the fuck along."
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Four:
After an especially frustrating day at the office, you returned home with a frown and a headache. Your feet immediately led you to Sam who was cooking dinner, and your arms immediately found themselves tightening around his waist. "Welcome home, baby girl. How was work?" "Don't ask. My boss was a real pain in my ass today. I missed a deadline. And the interns, as much as I understand their plight, don't know jackshit" you reply tiredly. Sam continues stirring the pot on the stove, his free hand intertwining with one of yours on his waist, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss on your knuckles, "I'm sorry, honey. But you know what you tell me when I come home all stressed out?" "What? Let's fuck, it'll make you feel better?" Sam laughs out loud and teasingly replies, "Not that, but yes, we can do that if you want. What I meant was you'd always tell me to leave work aside and tell it to, as you'd put it, gaand mara so I'm telling you to do the same, my desi sailor," That nickname alluded to your less than holy mouth and as much as you acted like it irked you,that nickname was gonna stick and you knew it. Deep in your heart though, and Wilson better never know, you loved that little title. So you took his advice (more like your advice). You and Sam filled your hungry selves with dinner, a movie which you only watched halfway because the other part of your advice (which you were both very eager to participate in) was taken very seriously and y'all ended up falling asleep tangled up in one another.
Ssup bitches!!! So I hope y'all liked this fic! Lemme know how you felt about this!! This was really fun to write and I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it! As always, don't plagiarize my shit because that just makes you a pathetic little pissantđ
summary:Â escaping an ugly past, you have no choice but to return home. While much has remained the same, Officer Rogers is a new addition who has won over the hearts of the town in your absence. And no one believes you when you start to see him for who he really is {cop!Steve}
Summary: Bucky Barnes overhears a conversation that he shouldnât haveâŚ
Status: COMPLETE.
Parts: 12.
Word Count: 19k.
Warnings: 18+ - please check the warnings for each part I post but please expect angst.
Beta: The always lovely, Stacey - @princessmisery666 // all mistakes are my own.
A/N: Just imagine that Infinity War & Endgame didnât result in deaths, people have settled their differences and are living their best lives at the Avengerâs CompoundâŚ. This started as a dream and after bouncing ideas around with Stacey & Bee @negans-lucille-tblrââ, this was born and half way through writing I knew it would be more than a one shotâŚ. Hope you enjoy - I love hearing your feedback too!
Summary: You took up a cocktail waitressing job at an underground gambling club owned by one of the most notorious criminals in New York City. You went unnoticed for the most part, until you got framed for a crime you didnât commit. Unfortunately for you, the blue eyed mob boss holds grudges. Mob AU.
â ď¸SERIES WARNINGâ ď¸: 18+, NONCON/DUBCON, smut, violence, kidnapping, pregnancy, stockholm/lima syndrome, age gap (reader is of age, in her 20s), ANGST, deeply unhealthy relationship dynamics that should not be romanticized in real life.Â
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Chapters
Chapter One - Day One
Chapter Two - Day 2-17
Chapter Three - Arrival
Chapter Four - Olive Branch
Chapter Five - Remorse
Chapter Six - Selfish
Chapter Seven - Fuzzy
Chapter Eight - Discordant
Chapter Nine - PSEUDO HAPPY
Extras
My thoughts on the ending
H/C- how would Steve react if the Reader tried running away?
H/C- how would Steve react if one of his men triggered the reader?
Does Steve actually love the Reader and Sunny?
H/C- What would have happened if the Reader never got pregnant?
author note: it's the big man's birthday! this is for him. tagged as 5k...holy god. all gigi's fault.
title inspired by korn got the life ; line divider by @firefly-graphics
âListen,â Peggy starts, glancing over her shoulder at you, âMy dad is kind of an asshole.â
You titter in response, adjusting the duffel bag on your shoulder, âThatâs not hard to believe, Peg.â
âNo, I mean heâsâ heâs not like an asshole asshole, heâs just really like, rigid,â she turns on her heel to circle her finger in front of your face, âHeâs gonna give you a lot of shit for your piercings.â
A scoff scratches at the back of your throat, your eyes rolling towards the sky but you smirk all the same, âMaybe I should roll up my sleeves, show him all of my tattoos, huh?â
âOh my god, please donât, not on day one!â you throw your head back, laughing loud as a smile lights up Peggyâs face, âIâm serious! Heâs fuckinâ oldâ literally born in 1918â he just doesnât get it.â
âOkay, okay, okay,â you stop short, watching as Peggy shoves her key into the front door of her childhood home, âIâll take it easy this weekend. No witchcraft or Rob Zombie, got it.â
âThank you, love you,â Peggy pops the door with her hip and practically runs inside, âDaddy!â
You hang back, closing the front door as your eyes skip around the grand foyer. Being Captain America sure does pay. Thereâs muffled voices in the distance, more squealing from Peggy, before thereâs footsteps against the dark wood floor. You shove your hands into the back pockets of your black jeans and plaster a smile on your face as the two round the corner and staircase.
âDaddy, this is my roommate,â she smiles nervously, shifting her eyes to you, âRoomie, this is my dad, Captain Steve Rogers.â
Your eyebrows flex so high youâre pretty sure theyâre up in your hairline. Blue eyes scan your face, seemingly taking stock of your pierced eyebrows and septum, your Madonna and shark bites, before cataloging the eight piercings in your right ear.
Stubbornness grips you tightâ always hasâ so you roll up the sleeves of your long sleeve Metallica shirt showing off the extensive tattoos slithering up both arms and offer your hand, âWhatâs up, Captain?â
Steve quirks his eyebrow, a lopsided grin painting his face as he glances down your black attire before taking your hand and shaking it, âYour parents are okay with you going around looking like this?â
âDaddy!â Peggy shrieks, slapping at his shoulder, âBe nice.â
âActually, my parents are dead, so,â you laugh when both Peggy and Steveâs faces fall, âIâm joking, theyâre both fineâ and no, they are not okay with me walking around like this but they pretend to love me anyway.â
Steve turns your arm over in his hand, brows furrowing as he gazes at your tattoos, âYou realize the type of people you attract looking like this?â
You nod, âFreaks, yeah. Thatâs kinda the point.â
âMy Peggy isnât a freak.â
âWell,â you shrug, âMaybe not in the way youâre thinking,â Peggy races to your side and grabs your arm, digging her manicured nails into your bicep, âOw!â
âWeâre gonna go upstairs and get settled in, okay daddy? Call us for dinner?â
Steveâs eyes follow the two of you as Peggy drags you up the stairs, âDinner is five or six hours from now, I wanna talk to you. I havenât seen you all semester, missy.â
âI know, but I wanna get her settled in her room, take a shower, maybe take a nap. Weâve got all summer, daddy. Love you!â
As soon as the two of you are out of sight, Peggy winds up, punching you in the arm, âI knew you were going to antagonize him!â
âOw!â you squeal, rubbing the spot, âHe started it!â
âListen,â she hisses, slapping you again before playfully pointing her finger in your face, âItâs going to be a long summer if you keep this up. My dad is just as stubborn as you are, you will not win.â
You wrap your arm around her shoulder, squeezing her tight as she leads you to her bedroom, âIâve never met an asshole that I canât out asshole.â
~~~
Several hours later, after a hot shower, a nap, and an extremely awkward dinnerâ only for Peggy really, thanks to you and Steve trading smart aleck barbs back and forth, you sit on Peggyâs bed, knees tucked to your chest, scrolling through instagram as she changes into yet another outfit.
âHow does this look?â
âFine,â you answer, not even looking up from your phone. A sweater slaps you in the face seconds later before a flip flop flies by your head, âShit!â you laugh, âYou look great, Peg! Damn.â
âI just really wanna show that bitch Liz,â she grabs her long blonde hair, bunching it up in her hand as she twists in the mirror, âUp or down?â
âDownâ hey, howâs your mom and Tony?â
Peggy rolls her eyes, âYou mean Sharon and that asshole war criminal she married? I honestly donât care, probably sailing around the world on his mega yacht or whatever the fuck.â
âYikes,â you hiss, slamming your eyes shut as you grimace, âStill got those pesky mommy issues, huh?â
âI told her Iâd never speak to her again if she married Stark. I plan on keeping that promise,â she turns, moving to the bed to plop down beside you and grabs your hand, âPlease come with me. I donât want to leave you alone.â
You shoot a finger gun, âNo thanks.â
âCome on! Youâll really like my high school friendsâ oh, and Peter and MJ are gonna be there! I want you to meet them!â
This is a strange world youâve stepped in. Being surrounded by superheroes feels like youâve shifted right into a comic book, âYou said it yourself, we have all summer,â Peggy starts to whine again, pulling on your arm, causing you to laugh, âI mean it! Iâm fine! Iâm still kinda tired, my head is bothering me⌠Iâm just gonna read and watch some Netflix.â
âYouâre sure?â
You flash an okay sign with your fingers, âA-ok, blondie.â
âOk well, Stefon is on call whenever. If you get hungry just go down into the kitchen and dial 0 on the phone by the fridge, heâll make you whatever you want. Dad will probably be in his office for a while before heading to bedâ please donât kill each other before I get back.â
âI canât make any promises,â you toss your hands in the air, âBut I'll try not to.â
Peggy grabs her purse, checking her reflection once more before she pulls open the door, âOh yeah, my uncle Bucky is coming over next weekend, so weâll have to postpone our beach trip, unless we can convince him and daddy to come, which, knowing my uncle Bucky probably wonât be that hard.â
âOoh, uncle Bucky,â you purr, wiggling your hips playfully, âIâve told you how much I want that metal arm around my throat, right?â
âIâm not even going to dignify that with a response,â a fake smile making its way on her face, âMake yourself at home. Love you.â
You smile back, âLove you too, have fun.â
The door clicks softly as she exits and you waste another twenty or thirty minutes on social media before your stomach rumbles. Thereâs a cheesecake calling your name. Hopping to your feet, you toss your phone to the bed and move out into the hallway, peeking back and forth before skipping towards the staircase.
Like a cat, you move with quick precision, down the wooden stairs and into the marble floored kitchen, not trying to tip off the super soldier hearing of the uptight home owner. You pull open the fridge quietly and hum happily as the glorious sight of the round, strawberry topped cheesecake fills your eyes.
It takes entirely too long to find a plate and a fork, but you eventually succeed, eating the delicacy slow, bent over the island in the center of the kitchen, occasionally glancing out the glass doors that lead to the sprawling pool. Making quick work of the evidence, you place your washed plate back into the cupboard and return the fork to its rightful home and traipse out of the kitchen, tugging on the bottom of your sleep shorts to get them out of your butt.
A song, soft and old, wafts in your direction from somewhere deep in the house, stopping you as you reach the bottom of the stairs. Youâre drawn towards it, moving away from the steps and letting it wind you deep into the house. Slipknot and Static-X are nice, but sometimes a girl wants to be romanced a little.
Violins and a piano grow louder as you tiptoe down a long, dark hallway, a soft light spilling out onto the floor. A sultry voice croons, is it a sin, is it a crime, loving you dear, like I do. You creep right up to the slightly ajar door, pressing your face into the crack. The lights are low, with a brighter light coming from what you can only assume is the bathroom. Thereâs a light shuffling, feet against the floor, bottles being lifted and then set back down on the counterâ humming. The righteous Steve Rogers hums.
âMaybe I'm wrong, dreaming of you, dreaming the lonely night through,â the bass in his voice makes you smile as he sings along, a little more shuffling and clanking around continuing.
Suddenly, heâs in your line of sight, stepping out of the bathroom. You stifle a quick gasp and straighten up, ready to turn and dash towards the stairs, but you donât. You just blink and stand right where you are, eyes flirting with wet, broad shoulders and a sinewy, long back. A fluffy white towel hangs around a small waist, muscles tense and flex as he drags his hands through his hair.
Steve turns, chest and stomach now fully visible. You swallow hard, lips parting as you continue to ogle the mostly naked man. His tits are perfectâ sculpted by the Gods kinda perfect. Two cute little pink nipples accenting them. A thick vein runs down his right bicep, droplets of water roll down his washboard abs.
A dark patch of hair just peeks out from under the towel, at the base of his stomach and out of instinct, you lick your lips, blinking again. The towel comes off from around his waist within a second blink, and your mouth falls open as your eyes drop.
You spin on your heel, ready to skip back down the hallway but again, you donât move. Canât really. You start to nibble on your bottom lip, turning your head slightly, staring at a random spot on the wall as your mind jumbles. This is Peggyâs dad for godsakes⌠but you canât lie to yourself. Youâve peeped those muscles underneath his t-shirt and cardigan all night long. How he towered over you in the kitchen, moving around both you and Peggy with a quiet skillâ his military training of moving around without being heard or seen still dominating his day to day movements. The stray blonde hairs that fall over his forehead and the colossal hand that constantly pushed them back into place.
Heâs hot, okay? And the fact that heâs given you shit, almost kind of lovingly, every chance heâs gotten only makes him hotter. Nice boys have never gotten anywhere with you. You turn back around, biting down into your lip nand push your face into the crack of the door once more.
Steve rubs the back of his neck with the towel before pushing his fingers up into his blonde hair, his cock swaying and swinging gently with each and every move. Heâs bigâ almost too bigâ but your mouth waters all the same, mind scattering before a singular thought settles in the dust. I could take him.
Your cunt squeezes instinctually, a current of electricity flashing through you as your stomach tightens at the very thought. Full of Captain Steven Grant Rogersâ cockâ it makes you shiver. A light hum vibrates in your throat as you watch him move around his bedroom. You get an eyeful of his chiseled ass (Americaâs ass indeed) and more of his swinging cock, a pinkish-reddish blush blooming across his skin, probably from the hot showerâ but youâd like to think Mr. Rogers might have a stroke session on the books, thoughts already swirling in his brain.
Hell, you might have a stroke sess once you get back into Peggyâs room, your battery operated boyfriend happily tucked away in your bag. Thoughts of stingy old Captain Rogers berating you for all your tattoos and piercings while swatting your naked behind. Steve plops onto the bed, crossing his legs and reaching for his nightstand, pushing a pair of black rimmed glasses onto his nose before he grabs a hardcover book.
Professor Rogers might make an appearance during your stroke session now too.
Having spied enough for one evening, you slide your right foot backward, pushing back gently to move away from the door. You make it three steps, turning on your heel to take a fourth. When the step settles though, your weight fully against the wood floor, it creaks. Loud. You freeze, eyes going wide before you slam them shut, praying heâd chalk it up to the old house settling. But of course, he doesnât.
The bed creaks and then thereâs the soft pads of footsteps. You take off like a shot, trying to land on the balls of your feet to disguise your hurried steps. Honest to God, you think youâre gonna make it. You just have to round one corner and youâre at the steps, home free, untilâ
âYou need something?â
You scrunch your face, eyes slamming shut again as the door opens wider, the shadow of a man dancing across the floor, âUm, yeah,â you start, spinning around to find Steve in a pair of sweatpants, âI uh, came down into the kitchen to get a glass of water and got lost on my way back to the stairs. Sorry, didnât mean toââ
âWhereâs your water?â the words cutting off yours.
Two empty hands instantly flex open as you swallow, âOh, I uh, drank it. In the kitchen. But the stairs are just right here, so, um, yeah. Goodnight.â
You wiggle your fingers at him, smiling and giggling and shrugging like a fucking moron as Steve squints back at you. His eyes travel your frame, a worn Korn t-shirt covering your braless tits and a pair of plaid sleep shorts, the band rolled down a few times, leaving really nothing to the imagination. Then they skip back up to your face, over your light pink and blue colored locs piled up on your head, back over the silver jewelry in your face.
âYouâre snooping.â he says simply.
âAm not,â you answer quick, swallowing again, âThis goddamn place is just so bigââ
âYouâre too bright of a girl to get lost in a two story house,â heâs smirking now, crossing his arms over his large chest as he leans against the doorframe, âItâs a straight shot from the kitchen to the staircase. Try again.â
Fuck. This is going to be a long summer with his suspicious ass. Think. Think! âOkay, you caught me,â you sigh, placing your hands on your hips, nodding slow, âI was snooping.â
âFor?â Steve sings, urging you to continue when your words drop away.
âI was looking for the shield. I was trying to see if you have it hanging up somewhere, maybe see if Hitlerâs blood was still on it.â Nice!
Steve nods slow and sucks his teeth, dropping his eyes away from you as the gears turn in his head, âHitlerâs blood, huh?â
âWell,â you shrug, âAnybodyâs blood would be nice to see, really. I mean, you know, gore is kinda my thing, so.â
He rubs his chin, clearly not buying whatever bullshit is flying out of your mouth right now, but he continues to nod and pushes away from the door, pushing it open wider with his foot, âIn here.â
Eyes go wide as you take a breath, then swallow again, but you move back down the hallway and squeeze between his massive body and the door. A Wyoming king size bed sits in the middle of the room, pushed up against the wall, an expensive and by the looks of it, original piece of art hanging just over it. The wall on the right is nothing but glass, two sliding doors sit between two floor to ceiling windows, leading out onto a patio. A huge flat screen sits on the wall opposite the bed, but itâs off, and Steve gives you the impression that heâs never really been a big fan of TVâ especially since he was kinda born before they even existed.
He brushes past you, shoulder to shoulder contact warming your skin instantly as he pushes through another door, just off of the left of the TV. You follow, moving into a large (and by large, you mean largeâ bigger than Peggyâs entire goddamn bedroom) walk-in closet, lights popping on with the motion. Just on the far wall, there it hangs. The symbol of America. Red, and blue glinting under the lights, a silver star adorning the center.
âSorry it isnât bloody enough for you,â he smirks, eyes on you as you walk over to it, head tilted to admire the metal, âYou can touch it if you want.â
Itâs smooth. You half expected deep rivets and scratches, gauges in the metal after all of the faces itâs smashed into over eighty or ninety years, but it looks brand new. As if the Wakandans handed it over to him just yesterday. Thereâs a manikin next to it, his dark blue stealth suit covering the body. Another large silver star sewn right into the middle of the chest, three thick horizontal lines spreading out from it towards the arms.
The suit isnât in as good of shape as the shield. Thereâs frayed edges, multiple stitches and stains in the thick material, a tear still in the left leg, just below the knee. Thereâs suddenly a heat behind you, the brush of a chest against your back as he reaches over your head, plucking the shield off the wall.
âWanna hold it?â
âOh, no, itâs probably heavy. I donât wanna drop it.â
He wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling it up from your side and out towards his body. Slips your hand through the two handles and settles it on your arm before tightening the strap around your wrist. When heâs finished, he steps back, smiling softly as he eyes you peeking over the edge of the shield, a smile spreading on your face as well.
âLooks good on you.â
You look up at him, this time a bright, toothy grin on your face, âIt does, doesnât it? You tell Sam heâs got some competition coming his way.â
Steve laughs, and itâs warm. Genuine. âNext time I see him.â
âIt looks a lot heavier than it is.â you murmur, eyes dropping back down to gaze at it.
âTwelve pounds, give or take. Damn near indestructable too, thatâs why there isnât any scarring on it.â
âItâs incredible,â you laugh a little, âThank you for letting me, ya know, handle it.â
He just nods in response, eyes still dragging around your face, making you nervous for the first time since youâve been here. You tuck a stray pink loc behind your ear, dropping your eyes to your feet and watch your black painted toes wiggle against the carpet.
âListen, Iâm sorry if I offended you with my comments this afternoon about your piercings and such. I shouldnât have said what I saidâ it was rude and incredibly insensitive.â
âOh no,â you wave him off, watching as his deft hands start to undo the strap around your wrist, âI hear it every time I go home to see my parents. They donât like âem either.â
âTheyâre just trying to protect you.â
âYeah, well, they need to can it. Itâs my life, my body.â
He pulls the shield from your arm and lifts it up, your eyes landing on his sides, serratus muscles flexing as he moves, âYou tell your parents to can it?â he laughs again, glancing back at you.
âAll the time.â
âGod, times have changed. But I suppose you have a pointâ youâre an adult, you can do what you want. Just, please be careful. Iâve seen a lot of beautiful young women get into trouble that they canât get themselves out of.â
You scoff a little, rolling your eyes as you glance around the room, âIf only I had the chance to get into trouble. Peggy is up my ass every time I breathe too hardâ she grills the shit out of my boyfriends Iâll have you know. Two of them wouldnât even go out with me after meeting her.â
He belly laughs this time, clapping his hands, tossing his head back and your stomach flips. Itâs gorgeous. The sound of it, the sight of him. This is the first time in twelve hours youâve seen a relaxed Steve Rogers and itâs something you could really get used to.
âThatâs my girl. She gets it honestly, me and her mother can be a little much when it comes to vetting people.â
âPfft, thatâs an understatementâ holy shit,â you point towards a flag hanging on the opposite wall, riddled with bullet holes, âIs that real?â
Steve turns towards the German flag, protected in a glass display case, âSure is. Picked it up off of the ground in Germany, 1945.â
Thatâs when you start to notice all of the trinkets and memorabilia lining the walls and shelves of the room. Mostly stuff heâs collected from his era since being defrosted, but interesting nonetheless. A few museums that had his personal effectsâ his sketch pad, a few pictures of his mother and father, he and Buckyâs original dog tags and enlistment papers, an old record or twoâ gave him his stuff back, feeling guilty that they made a profit off of a not so dead manâs life for all those years. Thereâs a small tray sitting on top of the stand alone dresser in the center of the room, full of bullets and other fragments that his body pushed out.
âPushed out?â you question as if you donât understand what heâs trying to say, picking a few up and turning them over in your hand.
âThe serum doubles the healing time of any wounds I get. Within a few hours, anything lodged in my body just kinda pushes back out, if in a non vital area, that is,â he plucks the current bullet in your hand out from your fingers, âThat right there is from a German Luger, they stopped making these in 1943.â
âSo you donât sit around like the Terminator, digging them out of your tiddies with a pair of pliers?â
He squints, tilting his head a little, âWhat do you mean?â
âYou havenât seen Terminator 2?â you scoff, âOh my god, we are watching that at some point this summer. Itâs a classic action movieâ top five of all time, easy. Genius film.â
Thereâs hand stitched dolls, handwritten letters from world leaders, paintings and art of the avengers from random people all over the world strewn throughout the room, Steve talking you through each and every piece you show a little interest in. You move to one of the drawers of the dresser, fingers curling underneath the handle to pull it open but Steve pushes his palm against it, keeping it closed.
You smile devilishly, âOooh, you got a secret in here?â
âNo secrets, itâs just not for you.â
âWhatâs in there?â you smile wider, coaxing a smile onto his face.
He leans in close and whispers, âNone of your business,â while bopping your nose with his index finger.
âCome on,â you pout, âTell meâ oh my god, do you have somebodyâs fingers in there? Some teeth? Eyeballs?â
Steveâs face scrunches, âWhat the fuckâ youâve got some issues, kid.â
âI told you, blood, gore and death is my thing! Whatâs in there?â
âNothing of the sort, now come on, I have another room full of shit youâd like.â
You donât budge. You curl your fingers around the handle again, tilting your head as you smile sweetly at him, âJust tell me somebodyâs hand is in there and weâll go.â
His eyes widen as his mouth falls open, âI do not have a severed hand in there! This is my closet for God sakes!â
âThen whatâs in here?â
He crosses his arms over his naked chest again, eyes squinted and jaw tight but a soft, stubborn smile on his face all the while, âYou really wanna know?â
You toss your hands up and roll your eyes, âDuh.â
âGo on then,â he relents, pointing his chin towards the drawer, âOpen it.â
You stare back at him, squinting as your lips start to curl. Itâs like a standoff, the two of you silently daring the other. Steve cocks his head arrogantly, raises his eyebrows as he peers at you through slitted eyes and long eyelashes. After a beat, itâs kind of intimidating. His swoll chest bulging out underneath the strain of his arms being crossed over it. The veins in his forearmsâ the look in his eye. The subtle taunting of them.
Admitting defeat is wise every now and again.
You pull your hand away from the drawer, âYou win, Cap. But just so you know, Iâm from LA, we usually donât have manners.â
âSo I should consider myself lucky that youâve decided to bestow them upon me?â
âExactly,â you move past him and back out into his bedroom, heading towards the door before you turn back to him, âThanks for the history lesson. Very interesting.â
âYouâre welcome,â he nods, âIf you wanna snoop some more, thereâs an office just down the hall with more stuff you might like.â
You shoot him a wink and a finger gun, âGot it, and I wasnât snooping.â
âUh huh, sure. Goodnight.â
âGoodnight,â you sing, wiggling your fingers again before you leave the room.
His door doesnât shut right away. Not until you turn the corner and skip up the stairs, and youâd swear he was watching you walk away. Felt those eyes on you the entire way down the hall.
Not that you mind.
~~~
A few days have passed. Thereâs now a little tension between you and Steveâ eyes lingering on each other when you donât think the other is looking. The quips are still flying but thereâs something else behind them, more teasing now, not so antagonizing, although a little bit of that still there. Not that Peggyâs picked up on it, no, sheâs still in her blonde little head, bopping around, completely oblivious.
Tonight hasnât been as tranquil as the others. Peggy is on the brink of tears, her voice shaking, her cheeks flushed red as she argues back and forth with Steve.
âBaby,â he sighs, hands on his little hips as she paces in front of the TV. You keep your eyes on your phone, kinda wishing you could die, âYou havenât spoken to your mother in months.â
âI told you why! I hate her!â
âYou donât mean that,â he answers quick, âI know her marrying Tony hurt youââ
âFuck him!â Peggy shouts, wiping away the tear that finally escaped her blue eyes, âAnd fuck her. Iâm not going.â
Steve sighs heavy again, his jaw clenching as he blinks towards you, âCan you talk some sense into her?â
âIâve tried,â you throw up your hands, âShe wonât listen to me either.â
Peggy huffs loud, rolling red, wet eyes, âYou two just donât fucking get it!â
âLanguage, Peggy.â Steve warns, and you shift uncomfortably, stomach tightening. It was stern, too damn stern and now's not the time for your pussy to take notice, âPlease. Just go and have dinner with her so you two can talk. Your mother is just as upset as you are.â
âDaddy!â
Thatâs when she breaks down, finally letting the emotion sheâs been choking back for eight months bubble over. You reach for her hand, stroking the back with your thumb as Steve pulls her into a hug, rocking her back and forth, smoothing his hand over her hair. He mumbles something to her and you canât make it out, not that you should or even want to, feeling like an interloper as it is.
âCome talk to me, hmm?â he purrs after a beat, pushing more of her hair out of her face as he bends down slightly to make eye contact, âDo you mind if we go talk for a minute?â he asks, shifting his eyes towards you.
You shoot up to your feet, âNo, no. Iâll go upstairs. I should have been up there this whole time anyway.â
âNo, you sit. Weâll be back.â
You sit without hesitation. The bass and authority in his voice still striking you right down to your core. He whisks Peggy back into his room, leaving you and Stefon to exchange sad looks and soft smiles before you stare blankly at the TV and Stefon returns to his beef wellington.
An hour passes, maybe more, but Peggy walks back into the sprawling living room, a concerned Steve lagging behind. Sheâs now more pissed than anything else, arms crossed over her chest, face and ears as red as Satanâs dick.
âAre you gonna be okay if I go out to dinner with Sharon?â
âPeggy.â Steve admonishes, causing her to roll her eyes again.
Your brown eyes shift back and forth between him and her, âIâll be fine, Pegs. Really.â
âI am not going back to their apartment after dinner, and if that man does so much as show one hair on his head in that restaurant while Iâm there,â she hisses, spinning around to face her exasperated father, pointing at him, âIâm leaving. Do you hear me? I will never speak to either of you again!â
Before Steve can even speak, she stomps off, your eyes following her as she yanks her Gucci purse from the coat rack and throws open the front doorâ not even bothering to close it. Tires screech in the circular driveway, kicking up little stones and dirt as she peels off, her break lights barely illuminating as she turns onto the street.
âFuck me!â Steve growls as he heads towards the front door, you jumping when it slams shut, âDonât have kidsâ ever,â he throws towards you when he plops on the couch, âItâs a lifetime of that shit.â
âWay ahead of ya,â you confirm, âKids are demon spawnâ I know the way I treat my parents, ainât no way in hell Iâm dealing with that shit twenty years from now.â
Stefon steps just into the room, clearing his throat to grab your attention, âDinner in the living room, sir?â
âSteve,â he corrects, âAnd yeah, thatâs fine.â
You click your tongue, nodding for really no reason as your fingers tap against your bare knees. Nervous eyes land on the remote and itâs in your hand within a beat, âI think Terminator 2 is on Netflix⌠if you wannaâŚâ
âSure,â he sighs, âWhatever.â
Okay.
Stefon brings in the dinner plates and trays, setting them up quick as the movie starts and then whisks off again, no doubt whipping up a quick delight for dessert. You and Steve eat in silence, both sets of eyes never leaving the large flat screen in front of you.
He sighs again, sweeping his fingers through his hair roughly before his hand falls heavily to the couch, his right knee swaying back and forth quickly out of irritation. You glance towards him, sucking your lips into your mouth as he stares at the TV. A blush of red paints his face, creeps down his neck and into the dark blue shirt covering his chest. A vein pops in his neck, his jaw tensing as he adjusts into the couch, throwing a long arm over the back and spreading his legs wide once heâs finished his asparagus and red potatoes.
After a while, he starts to relax. That knee calming down to a slow back and forth, all of the red pulling out of his skin. Stefon brings in two slices of blueberry pie, topped with a homemade whipped cream and coarse sugar and dims the lights as he exits, adding to the home theater experience. Youâre about four bites in when the small hairs on your body start to stand on endâ thereâs eyes on you. Quick glances at first, on the side of your face, down your arm but they move quickly, back to the television screen as Sarah Connor fights her way through the halls of a mental institution.
But then⌠the glances get longer. Eyes linger down your naked, outstretched legs. You flex your toes and clear your throat, wiggling down into the deep couch as you try and fail to focus, much too in tune with the eyes on your legs.
âI like these,â the words startle you, the pad of an index finger against your knee startles you more.
Thereâs a quote, some random song lyrics from your past just over your knee. A random solid black cross, a string of flowers on the inside of your knee and down your calf. The piece de resistance is the large butterfly at the top of your thigh and then a womanâs face just underneath. Her features hauntingâ hollow. Half skeleton, half soft and demure as she stares back at Steve.
That pesky finger traces her long strands of hair, his head tilting as he admires it. The soft touch sending a heated signal right to your core, heart beating harder, âThanks,â is all you can muster at first, eyes never leaving the TV.
He pulls your leg open just a little, his fingers indenting your skin, moving closer to the inside of your thigh so he can see the entire thing. A light hum quivers in your throat as your cunt starts to warm, clit starting to sting at the roughness of Steveâs fingers against one of the soft parts of you. Then, just like that, the touchâ his fingersâ are gone. Arm thrown over the back of the couch, blue eyes blinking towards the T-1000 liquefying into the elevator.
Your mouth literally falls open as your chest falls hard, a long, frustrated breath pushing out of your nose and agape mouth. You force it closed and swallow deep, your thoughts, although jumbled like a pair of dice being shook in the palm of a hand, turning sinister. Legs draw together quick, knees bumping against one another as you pull them up to your chestâ thatâs when you feel it. The warm little wet spot in your panties, pressing against your skin. Hips wiggle instinctively and the squish of your slick is ever present.
Steve chuckles suddenly, real deep and low and you canât help but turn towards him. You catch the remnants of a smile before it completely fades and heâs just watching the movie, shifting beside you.
The sound reverberates through your brain. It was oddly placed. This part of the movie isnât funny, his phone isnât in his hand. No laptop to be seen. He just laughed, lightly, to himself as youâ
Weâre gonna have to be careful with the booze while weâre at my dadâs. He can fuckinâ smell a canary fart a mile away.
The realization washes over you like a title wave. A shiver rolls down your spine. Your throat dries up, stomach constricts, a pulse as hard as your heart beat throbs between your legs. He can smell youâ the reaction to his touchâ and the weight of his laugh crashes like a ton of bricks.
He finds you pathetic.
Weak and vulnerableâ childish even. Just the tips of his fingers on your skin twists you up like a pretzel. Sweet little putty in his hands.
You squeak.
You donât realize you havenât been breathing until the sound of Steveâs phone fills the living room. It vibrates against the glass coffee table and you thank every God you recognize for the distance he puts between the two of you when he stands and walks off, putting the sleek device to his ear.
âPeggy, what are you⌠okay⌠alright, okay, okay. Iâm on my way, just calm down,â he slides the phone into his pocket, âFuck, this girl is gonna send me to an early grave.â
âEverything okay?â
He grabs his keys from the small table by the front door then his shoes, moving back into the living room to slide them on his feet, âSheâs causing a scene at the goddamn restaurant. Iâll be back in an hour.â
âOkay,â you answer, watching as he heads back towards the door, but stops, spinning around to face you.
âYouâll be okay by yourself?â
You nod. Please just leave! âYep.â
Then heâs gone. Out the front door, skipping down the steps and falling into a black Audi. Red tail lights filling the dark night sky. You throw your head onto the back of the couch and cover your face with your hands, shaking it back and forth, âGood God help me.â
An hour goes by easy. The movie ends and youâre still alone. Stefon has long since cleaned the kitchen and retired to his quarters and you're left to your own devices, which means⌠more snooping. You still havenât forgotten that drawer in his closet and before you can really think it through, youâre on your feet and traipsing down that long hallway into his room.
You push through the door, a soft swish sounding as it sweeps across the carpet. The lights pop on as you push inside the closet, the shield glinting under them. The dresser nearly glows as you step up to it, your curiosity pegged. You pull open the top drawer slowly, expecting anything from somebodyâs head to a stack full of blackmail photos of Sharon and Tony partaking in questionable sex on that mega yacht of his.
What you find is much worse.
Your face falls as you pull the drawer open all the way. Brows furrow, lip snarls as you cast your eyes on ties. Three rows of neatly folded, every color under the sun, silk and satin ties. Quick fingers slam it closed and throw open the drawer underneath to find dress socks. The third drawer, folded dress shirts. You push your fingers underneath the clothing, dragging them along the felt drawer liner, but thereâs nothing. Nada. Not a gun. Not a dildo. Not even a fucking pen.
He got you.
That blonde bastard got you. You step back into his bedroom, eyes roaming and landing on his nightstand. Those are always treasure troves. Feet push you closer to it, a hand outstretched as you get in range. You plop down on the side of the bed and are just about to pull it open, when the sound of the garage door lifting snaps you to attention.
Wonderful.
Youâve never moved so fast before in your life. Streaking back towards his door and slamming it closed before sliding against the wooden floor into the living room. Furious eyes and hands search for the remote, slamming your finger against the power button before tossing it back to the couch. You slam your palm against the light switches and dash towards the steps, taking them two by two and jetting down the hallway, ripping off your hoodie and tossing it to the floor when you get into Peggyâs bedroom.
You wrap your locks up with quick precision, pinning the black satin scarf in place and flail yourself out on the bed, grabbing your Stephen King novel and flipping to a random page as Steve and Peggyâs voices rise from the floor below. You drop the book to your chest after a few seconds as you listen in. Theyâre just getting started.
You didnât even have to do all that running.
Your highschool gym teacher would be so proud.
~~~
The following day is a busy one. Peggy, spitting nothing but fire at everybody but you, whisked you off to a tennis lesson at the country club (not that Steve would ever be caught dead here, but Sharon has a membership and Peggyâs pissed enough to charge the three hundred dollar an hour lesson to her account). Thereâs a trip to the mall for bathing suits, shoes, and bags (courtesy of Tonyâs black card this time), and then a stop at a hair salon, where she gets a trim and highlights and you get your locs washed and retwisted (Peggy using Steveâs credit card and name this time to get the only black hairdresser employed by this hoity toity place to come in on her day off).
Sometimes it pays to be the friend of a superheroâs kid.
Peggyâs anger wonât keep her at home for shit, so sheâs gone again, this time with Spiderman and his girlfriend. She didnât even bother to ask you to come this time, knowing your social battery is tapped. Steve left too, a meeting with the UN even though heâs retired, but Sam kinda begged, so, he went. Itâs just you, Stefon, and the gentle sloshing of water in the pool as you lounge by it.
The sun starts to set and you head in, ready for a shower, some of Stefonâs crème brĂťlĂŠe, and honestly, an orgasm. Itâs been a week? A week and a half? And youâve been so distracted and busy, you havenât found the time or privacy. You start the shower and head back into the bedroom, digging through your backpack until you find the suction cup dildo, the jelly a slight blue hue and curved for your pleasure. Stripping out of your bikini, you trounce back into the bathroom to place your hand under the stream. Two or three minutes go by, then five, then ten, and itâs still pushing out cold water.
The water in your shower wonât get hot
Quick fingers fire off the text and you wrap up in your towel as the three dots bounce across your screen.
Yeah it does that sometimes. Just use dadâs
No fuckin way. Thereâs not another shower up here I can use?
When it does that, both bathroomâs upstairs wonât get hot water. You can use the mudroom out by the pool, but Iâm pretty sure Stefon can see in there from his apartment at the back of the houseâŚ
Great. Just great.
Fine. Text your dad and let him know?
Already done :)
Having obviously pissed something or someone from up above off, you stomp back into the bedroom, hands full of a fake cock, shower gel, loofah, shower cap and phone. You toss your phone to the bed and are about to throw the dildo back into your bag for another day when you hesitate, staring at it. A UN meeting canât be a quick thing⌠heâll probably be gone most of the nightâ maybe all night if itâs a national emergency. He wonât even knowâŚ
Steveâs bathroom is huge. Automatic lights clicking on as you walk inside. You flip on the radio, the station set to oldies this time, Marvin Gaye bouncing off the walls. The water heats within seconds, steaming up the shower walls and the long mirror as you pin your hair and tuck it inside of a shower cap. You grab your jelly boyfriend and step into the hard stream, tipping your head back as you wet your skin.
Intrusive thoughts immediately cloud your brain, that little throb coming back between your legs as you turn and let the water cascade down your back. Rough hands on the inside of your thighs, warm, pink lips pressed to the shell of your ear.
You push your hand between your legs, releasing a steady breath through your teeth as you rub gentle little circles. Thereâs an instant relief, a flood of endorphins flooding through your body as you widen your stanceâ push your hips forward. Slick covers your fingers as you press the pads against your clit, wiggling your hips slow as they move back and forth and up and down.
Within minutes, youâve found a little rhythm, hips rolling, fingers lashing back and forth. A steady, strong heartbeat in your ears, stomach in your throat. Flashes of electricity bounce through you when your limbs start to jerk involuntarily. You bend forward, mouth falling open, eyes closing as you cop a nice little feel, the first audible moans echoing off the glass walls.
A hand finds your tits, palm and fingers rubbing thick, hard nipples before one is between your digits. Pinched and pulled. You think of it, your nipple, between Steveâs teeth, biting down soft before he sucks it into his mouth, the tip of his tongue teasing the tight little nub of skin. Hot lips against your stomach, kissing a trail down just over your sex before they derail to the inside of your thigh.
The need to feel full breaks the fantasy. You grab the suction cock from the ledge and stick it onto the glass wall, turning quick to guide it towards your slit. You drag the tip through your folds, teasing it along your clit before centering it at your opening, pushing back until the head breaks into you. Teeth dig into your bottom lip as you push back onto it, taking inch by inch slow, feeling the veins along your tight walls.
Once youâve swallowed it all, ass pressed against the cool glass wall, you start to move, pulling off of it slightly before pushing back. Fucking it slow, fingers dancing along your clit, rubbing and then slapping quick as your pace pick ups. Steveâs back, hot breath against the side of your face, one of those strong hands your throat, teeth nibbling at the earrings placed along the curve of your ear.
I want to feel that tongue ring against my cock, baby girl.
You fuck back onto your dildo faster, harderâ ass cheeks slamming up against the wall as your fingers start to thrash. Loud moans, muffled by the rushing water and the four walls of the shower reverberate around you, swirling around as theyâre caught in the space. The head reaches deep, hitting that little spot with each hard thrust as you grip your thigh with your free hand, digging your nails in for that wonderful, sharp, pinching pain.
You imagine Steveâs tongue, wet and warm and rough through your folds, lips around your clit, sucking loud as he groans. Fingers pumping into your cunt, thumb pressing against your tight, fluttering asshole. This cunt is so sweet, baby. Made just for me, huh? You want me in your ass, sugar? Huh? Is that where you want to feel me?
A grunt, the loudest yet, falls from your lips as you rock back hard against the glass. It bends with your weight, creaks a little with the pressure. Your heart is thumping hard, toes curling as your thighs start to shake. You pinch the inside of your thigh hard, slap the throbbing bundle of nerves between your legs quick but real soft, the featherlight touch just like Steveâs from the night before.
The coil deep inside snaps and youâre writhing. Moaning and pushing against the glass, muscles clamping down around the thick, veiny cock. Wave after wave rolls through you, stomach tight and warm as heat spreads. Your clit jumps with each contraction of your cunt, even your puckered rim squeezing tight as the orgasm liquifies your bones.
You ride the suction cock until you canât, each plunge becoming too much, all too soon. It slips out easy, wet from the shower and slippery from your slick. A few shudders rack your spine as you straighten up, cupping your hot flesh as your head rolls back on your neck.
Whew.
Now you can shower in peace.
~~~
Belly full of crème brĂťlĂŠe, skin moisturized to hell, you fall into the soft, clean sheets of your bed, eyes heavy, and mind clear. You roll over onto your side, tuck your knees into your chest and shove your hands underneath the warm pillow, giving into the dark sleep that pulls at you. Within minutes, youâre teetering between slumber and consciousness, just about to slip off into the abyss when your mind suddenly screams at you.
Your dildo is still in Steveâs shower.
Wide eyes pop open as you jolt up, hands gripping the side of the bed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, itâs still stuck to the wall. Flinging the door open, you step out into the hallway and just stand there, listening. Thereâs no tv, no lights on, only the whistling of the wind through the trees. You didnât hear the garage, or a car pulling around the back so maybe he isnât home yet.
Racing down the steps, you turn the corner and hurry down the hallway, just about to push into his room when you freeze just at the cracked door.
Steve is home. Long legs spread open as he leans against his headboardâ cock in his hand. His eyes are closed, lips parted, tits flexing with each of his strokes as his free hand rests on his stomach. The palm curved around his hard cock twists as it pumps. The moon light twinkling off of his wet cockhead. Hips fucking up soft into the hollow tunnel of his hand.
All the breath in your body chokes in your throat. You shift your weight, the wooden boards creaking with the move, sending your eyes towards the rickety ass floor. When you blink back towards the door, two blue eyes are on you, a soft smile on his face as his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
âYouâre snooping again, sweetheart,â he purrs, rolling his head as he pumps himself slow, âCome on in, baby. Watch me.â
Autopilot and the need to obey him takes over. You push into the room, shut the door with a soft click before pushing your thumb into the button lock. Steve stretches out his free hand, wiggling the tips of his fingers at you and you come, soft steps padding across the carpet. Once in reach, he grabs your hands, threads your fingers together as you sink to your knees at the side of the bed, watching his mammoth hand bounce against his stomach before dragging up the length.
âYou left a little something in my shower,â he smiles, eyelids heavy, âDid it feel good?â
You nod, humming lightly as your mouth and throat water at the sight of him. The intimacy. He clutches your hand, grip tightening when a jolt of arousal pings in his stomach, his thighs and legs stiffening, abs flexing, louder grunts pushing out.
âSay it, honey. I wanna hear it.â
âIt felt good,â you rasp, reaching out to touch him, âIt felt so good.â
You run your hand up his forearm, over his elbow, up this bicepâ so thick you canât even begin to wrap your hand around it. Over his chest, back and forth, a slow rhythm before your nails circle his nipple. Teasing it softly. He fucks up hard into his hand, a spurt of cum dribbling out and down his shaft.
You are wetâ the thin fabric of your boxers sticking to your folds, splashing over onto your thigh.
âI have something else you might like,â the words are heavy and slurred, a low, drawn out groan dragging out behind them, âTop drawer.â
It slides open with each and there, sitting on top of a legal pad, is a blue butt plug. A little white star on the side. You pick it up, bite your lip to try and stop the smile from curling onto your face as you turn it over in your hand, eyeing the replica red, white, and blue shield at the base.
âLiar, liar, pants on fire,â you whisper, âYou were keeping secrets.â
âWas waiting for the,â he moans again and your heart leaps, âRight time. Hadâa make sure you were, mmph, ready for me.â
Ready you are. You toss the toy on the bed and pull your shirt over your head, exposing two pierced nipples. The boxers around your waist pool around your feet as you stand and push them down, throwing them behind you with your foot before you climb onto the bed, throwing a leg over Steveâs lap.
His hands find your tits immediately. Grope them hard as he leans forward, sucking one right into his mouth. The tip of his tongue circles the jewelry, his teeth pulling softly as his hand splays out on your back. He releases you with a smack and leans back, eyes gleaning down your body, hands pushing up and down your sides.
Then heâs hyper focused on your face. Palms cupping your cheeks, thumbs sweeping over your skin and lips. He undoes your headwrap, unpins your hair to let it fall over your shoulders and against your back. Then he pulls you into a hard kiss, sucking the air right out of your lungs as his tongue sweeps along the roof of your room.
He leans back, back resting against the headboard again as both hands tease your nipples again, âI like these too.â he smiles.
âI figured you would,â you answer fast, kissing him again, âThis,â you wiggle your tongue, showing off your tongue piercing, âFeels amazing against your balls, I've heard.â
âOooh,â he purrs, grabbing your ass with both hands, spreading you open, âCanât wait.â
You bend for the lube, squeezing a few drops onto the cheeky butt plug before you rub it along the silicone. With Steveâs help, you push at your tight rim, your body spreading and enveloping the bulb as it enters. Soft little squeaks fill the room as your body wraps around the toy, swallowing it up until nothing but the shield glued to the stem is able to be seen.
Steve grabs the base of his cock, squeezing gently to keep steady as you position his cockhead at your hole. Slowly, slowly, slowly, you take him, digging your fingers into his shoulders as he fills your cunt, bigger than anything youâve ever had before. He waits until you're comfortable, lets you adjust to his size once heâs disappeared in your warmth. His eyelids fall, flutter as a hum whirs in the back of his throat, your wet, hot muscles just daring him to move.
âReady baby?â
You nod fast, letting your head fall back as you lift up, then sit back down slow. Steve lets you control the pace at first, his hips rolling soft as you ride him. His hand wraps around your throat when you start to move fasterâ moan louder. Cunt still soft and ripe from your shower antics.
Steve keeps his eyes on you, squeezes your hip before he grabs the meat of your side, starting to fuck a little harder into you. Keeps those blue eyes on your face as his fingers skip up your back, tangle in your locs to give them a pull. Thick fingers slide between your ass cheeks, push on the end of the butt plug to keep it snug and deep.
Youâre trembling soon. Thighs tight and hot from straining. Thereâs a slapping of skin, his hips and thighs against your ass as you meet his thrusts greedily. You anchor your weight against his chest, fingers indenting thick, tanned skin. Desperate moans, loud, probably much too loud for the simple fact youâre fucking your best friends dad, but you donât careâ and neither does he.
âDonât you come yetâ not yet,â he mumbles, his thrusts slowing, âIâve been thinking about this too long for it to end this quick.â So you slow, let your hips find a softer rhythm, âGood girl.â
He lifts you off his cock, rolls you over onto your side and crushes his chest to your back. Teeth nibble on your earlobe as he grabs your thigh, lifts your leg high as he drags his cock through your folds, slips back inside with ease.
âYou take me well, baby. Iâm surprised. It usually takesâ oh shit, mmm, it usually takes women a while to get used to me,â he rocks into you, the slap of your skin filling the room again as he keeps your leg elevated with his palm, âTheyâre usually crying by now, wanting me to slow down,â he fucks into you hard, chuckling when you squeal but push back into his thrusts, âBut not you, sweet girl. Hmm? You like how I feel inside you? How this cock fills you up, touches you deep?â
A hand snakes over your side, slips between your wet lips, stroking your clit. Each plunge of his hips gets faster, harder, his grip tightening around your legâ nails biting into your skin.
Youâre a mess. Tongue piercing clicking against the back of your teeth with the force of his thrusts. Tits bouncing hard, broken, clipped mewls rolling off your tongue.
He feels you shudder. Your musclesâ thighs, cuntâ shaking and clamping, âNot yet, girl. You hold it, donât focus on it.â
You try, forcing a breath through your teeth, nodding and humming. Wanting to please him. Your fingers play with your nipples, pulling on the bars through them until it hurts, pulling your attention from the molten lava in the pit of your stomach to the pain. Swollen lips press against your neck, right down to your shoulder as he fucks into you, hot breath washing over your skin.
âThatâs it, honey. You come when I tell you too.â
Steve hooks his right arm around your throat, tucking your chin into the crook, and holds onto your shoulder, teeth nipping and biting into the soft flesh at the junction between your neck and shoulder. His fingers continue to play with your clit, thrashing back and forth, then slowing to draw large circles against the hot, sticky skin.
Then you start to feel him shudder. His hips growing haphazard, breath going shallow, âMmm,â he groans, âYouâre gonna come for me, okay? I want you to let it go, sweetheartâ I need you too.â
I need you too. The words soak into your brain, your skin, your muscles and bones. He needs you to come so he can come. Buried deep in your cunt. Hot and tight. Needing wet walls to squeeze the cum right out of his cock. His fingers work fast against your clit, hips slamming into yours as he pants in your ear.
âCome on sweet girl,â he pleads, âCome on, let me have it. Give it to me.â
You close your eyes and let the words take you away. Let them course through your veins as you brace for it. Moans get louder and louder, closer and closer together as your heart soars, finally giving in to the pressure in your belly. You grab his hip as you start to come, your hips jerking uncontrolled as muscles tense all over, your body closing tight around the plug in your ass.
Youâre a shrieking, trembling mess as Steve pushes in deep one last time. Holds himself there as your spasming cunt constricts around the base of his cock. He uses the pressure, the tight clench of your quaking walls to spill into you, hot and silky, ribbon after ribbon. Wraps you up in a tight hug, holds you against him as he grunts, trying to push deeper with each spurt.
He flattens his hand against your stomach, pushes, so you can feel him jumping and spitting in you, âOh, baby,â itâs low and scratchy, hushed against your ear, âThatâs sâgood. So fuckinâ good.â
Breath calms. Bodies loosen up, melt into the sheets and mattress below. Lazy lips push along the curve of your neck, now dry and snagging on your skin a little. Youâre drunkâ on him and the post sex high that makes you feel like your floating. The AC clicks on, a cool breeze tickling your hot skin. Goosebumps popping up along your arms and legs. A large hand sweeps up and down the curve of your hip, up to your side, back down to your thigh. Honeyed words in your ear.
Youâre close to sleep, but your brain jars you awakeâ knowing you have to go back to your room. Steveâs peering at you, eyes wandering your face as he holds you close, the same realization racing around his head, no matter how much he wants to ignore it, âLetâs get you cleaned up.â
Heâs gentle with you. Pulls the plug out slow. Wets a hand towel with warm water and wipes at your puffy, used cunt, your thighs, your ass. Dresses you, lets you sit on the edge of the bed with your hands above your head as he slips your Linkin Park t-shirt down your torso and helps you step into a fresh pair of his boxers.
Walks you to the stairs, cupping your small hand in his before he raises it to his lips, running them over your knuckles. He draws you into a kiss, a deep, slow kiss before take them slow, not letting his hand go until you absolutely have to.
âWe can do this again, right?â you whisper, the tips of your fingers still clinging to his.
âI wouldnât have it any other way,â he winks, âWe got all summer, baby.â
summary: Owner of a bar full of criminals, maybe you shouldnât be surprised when youâre the sole witness to a hydra hit. In comes Detective Barnes, the quick-witted, flirtatious cop who somehow became a regular at your misfit bar. When he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you donât mind it at all. Not when itâs him.
pairing: detective!bucky x reader
word count: ~71,000
warnings: descriptions of violence, smut (parts will be marked with *), torture, a very flirty/protective bucky (bc it counts as a warning ok)
a/n: ok so this series is legit my baby so please be kind and show it love if you feel it đ¸Chapters and drabbles below the cut!
Hey guys! So after all this time only reading others amazing fanfictions about the Marvel Universe, I finally decided to give it a try and writing my own Bucky x Reader fanfiction.
@belleetlabeast THANK YOU SO MUCH for helping me!!! I would be lost without you, cause english isnât my first language. Hope you all enjoy! Message me anytime, let me know what you think about it and if I should continueâŚ
Summary: From the outside you seem to have everything. Everything other girls want to be. Good looking, beautiful and an amazing singer. But no one sees what really blooms inside you. The darkness is about to consume you every day a little bit more. Can this handsome stranger who was there when you needed him the most also save you from the darkness lurking inside you?
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: trigger warnings! mentions of rape, swearing, angst
Word Count: 945
Y/H/C = Your Hair Color       Â
Y/E/C = Your Eye Color      Â
Y/B/F/N = Your Best Friendâs Name
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Everytime Iâm on the stage people see a good looking, beautiful young singer with [Y/H/C] hair, flowing in elegant waves down her soft curvy body.
Everytime I look in the mirror I see a girl whoâs broken. [Y/E/C] eyes with a pained look. Blank. Dead. Without any kind of happiness or life in them.
â[Y/N], itâs showtime! Get out there and blow them away!â, your best friend [Y/B/F/N] says in a cheerful voice. Not even she can see the dark thoughts that are clouding my mind. Making me fall and drown, losing a little part of myself everyday.
â[Y/B/F/N], you know that the same people are out there every damn day. And it doesnât matter how well I sing tonight there will still be the same people out there tomorrow. Nothing has ever changed the last two yearsâŚâ, âŚand nothing will. It wonât get better.
Before she has time to say something I stand up, rushing to the stage, to continue the show of my life. Pretending that Iâm happy and just as beautiful from the inside as from the outside. No one will ever know, no one can ever see the Darkness in me.
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door, I must have it painted black
Maybe then Iâll fade away and not have to face the facts
Itâs not easy facing up when your whole world is black
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