Blue Dress: 1941, Brooklyn, New York.
James Barnes will be embarking in less than six months for Europe, where he will fight in World War II against Hitler and his allies. Helen owns a bookstore and has no long-term plans but everything for her will change when a man in a sergeant’s uniform enters her shop and storms in her life.
Forbidden Photos: In which Bucky is your dad’s best friend and he takes you to the mall.
Old Love: 1941, Brooklyn, New York.
The war is still far away in the minds of the Americans, everyone quietly lives their lives before the rationing period.
Bucky knows that he will be forced to embark shortly, he knows that sooner or later America will enter the conflict and when he'll depart he'll do it with a light heart.
Everything You'll Give Me: You work alongside Bruce for the Avengers, patching them up after missions gone wrong or when training sessions get too rough. One night they bring Bucky in because he was nfected with something enither of you expected.
Steve Rogers
Broken: Cassandra Stark has been kidnapped by Hydra, the whole Avengers team is working hard on getting her back. When she finally is rescued she finds comfort in the unexpected company of two supersoldiers.
Under His Command: She was the youngest recruit the Avengers had ever taken in. Quiet, obedient, and haunted by a past she refused to speak of. No one noticed the way she flinched when touched, or how she avoided eye contact. No one except Steve Rogers. Beneath his polished hero image, Steve saw something he couldn’t ignore: a need for protection, structure, and love.
GENSHIN IMPACT:
Neuvillette
Newlyweds: Her parents never cared much for her, so at the first opportunity they married her to the first nobleman in search of a wife. They never imagined that Selene would have broken into Neuvillette’s heart so quickly.
Sectrets of the Fortress: Coming soon!
Wriotheslay
Secrets of the Fortress: Coming soon!
Childe/Tartaglia
Tears of Ice: Coming soon!
Pain and Pleasure: Coming soon!
HUNGER GAMES:
Coriolanus Snow/Lucy Gray Baird
a Songbird in a Nest of Crows: Lucy Gray Bird is a songbird in a nest of crows. She's locked in a golden cage and her only way out is Coriolanus Snow.
DO NOT PIRATE ANYTHING. NOT SHOWS/MOVIES. NOT GAMES OR SAFER GAMES. AND CERTAINLY NOT BOOKS. AND DO NOT DOWNLOAD YOUTUBE VIDEOS. AND NEVER EVER EVER WATCH MUSICALS WITHOUT GOING TO THEM AND DONT USE ADBLOCKERS/OTHER ADBLOCKER TO AVOID ADS AND VIRUSES PIRATING IS VERY HARMFUL TO THE CORPORATIONS WHO WORKS VERY HARD TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF PEOPLE AND THEIR MONEY. ANYONE WHO PIRATES IS BAD. BAD PIRATING. EVIL. OH AND THIS
Pairing: BuckyxReader
Tags: sex pollen, doctor!Reader, avenger!Bucky, p in v, jerking off, overstimulation, cunnilingus, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual happy ending
Summary: You work alongside Bruce for the Avengers, patching them up after missions gone wrong or when training sessions get too rough. One night they bring Bucky in because he was nfected with something enither of you expected.
First part: In which you, the Avengers' doctor, are left to treat Bucky after a mission gone wrong.
Second part: In which you and Bucky finally make up after that one disastrous night.
Pairing: BuckyxReader
Tags: sex pollen, doctor!Reader, avenger!Bucky, p in v, jerking off, overstimulation, cunnilingus, angst, hurt/comfort, happy ending
Summary: In which you and Bucky finally make up after that one disastrous night.
Pt 2 of What Was Forced, What Was Real
Tag list for the ones that commented on the first part that they wanted a part two: @hollowhannah @daphnen21 @1111zxc @mariamorales1998 @duchessofworlds
During the following days, everything slowly returned to normal.
You spent most of your time tucked away in the lab, working alongside Bruce on a new research project.
Bucky was cleared for duty once the pollen was fully out of his system, and he threw himself back into missions with his usual focus. Still, no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts kept drifting back to you, the way you smelled, the sounds you made, the way it felt to be inside you.
When he returned from missions, he’d find you either locked away in the lab or waiting for Bruce, only emerging long enough to sleep. It felt deliberate. Like distance, carefully measured.
Two weeks after the mission, Tony decided to throw a small celebration for Clint’s birthday in the Avengers Tower lounge. Bucky leaned against the wall with a beer in hand, half-listening as Sam and Steve talked beside him.
Then Tony dragged you out of the lab and shoved a drink into your hand.
Bucky’s gaze snapped to you instantly.
You stood near Clint and Natasha, chatting easily, a smile on your face that didn’t quite reach your eyes. His eyes followed the absent-minded movement of your hand as you tucked your hair behind your ear. He remembered those same fingers tangled in his hair, gripping, pulling, how they’d dug into his back.
He shook his head, forcing the memories away.
Fuck… focus, Barnes.
You excused yourself and headed toward the kitchen, setting your empty glass in the sink. Bucky pushed off the wall without hesitation and followed.
“Hi Doc.” he said using his nickname for you, stopping just a few feet behind you.
“Hi.” you replied, turning to face him.
He leaned against the counter beside the sink, arms crossed, studying you for a long moment. His gaze was intense but careful.
“You don’t have to hide in here, you know. It’s a party.” he nodded toward the lounge, where laughter echoed.
“Oh, I know it’s a party… That’s why I’m hiding in here.”
He snorted softly at your honesty. You’d never been much of a social butterfly, unlike the rest of the team, you preferred your lab to loud rooms and forced conversations.
“Well, anyways… I was looking for you.”
You forced a small smile. Of everyone in the entire building, Bucky was the last person you wanted to talk to.
“Well, you’ve found me now so…”
“Yeah, right, right- the other night I wanted to-”
You were already tense as he mentioned the other night and you nearly jumped when Tony interrupted him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “There you were, we were looking for you two to start playing.”
You frowned, confused, “Were you waiting for us? For what?” you asked as Tony ushered you and Bucky into the living room.
“Nat’s making everyone play that stupid drinking game she loves,” Sam said, patting the couch beside him, “We needed you to start.”
You gladly took the seat, putting as much space as possible between you and Bucky.
As the game got underway, Bucky watched you from across the room, careful not to stare. He saw Tony hand you a shot, watched you hesitate before knocking it back like medicine. He saw Steve laugh at something Rhodey said, and you smile politely in response.
After a few rounds of the drinking game, you were sitting on the couch between Sam and Steve who were arguing playfully about something. You were sipping a beer carefully, your cheeks slightly pink from the shots. Bucky was standing across the room talking to Bruce and Clint.
“Come on!” Tony suddenly grabbed your arm, pulling you to your feet, “Time for the truth or dare round!” he declared loudly.
The room cheered as everyone stood up, getting ready to play.
You blinked confused as everyone turned to look at you.
Bucky’s expression turned serious, concerned even, “Tony…” he warned lowly, so low that only Tony heard him, “Not her.”
Tony ignored Bucky’s warning, grinning mischievously as he turned to you, “Truth or dare, beautiful?” he waggled his eyebrows playfully.
The room fell silent, waiting for your response.
Bucky’s hands clenched into fists at his sides as he watched the scene unfold.
“Truth.” you said, placing down your beer.
Tony’s grin widened, clearly pleased with your choice, Bucky’s jaw clenched tighter, his eyes never leaving your face.
“Have you ever had a crush on anyone in this room?” Tony asked, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
You chuckled and Bucky’s heart rate spiked as all eyes turned to you awaiting your answer.
“No.” you whispered quickly looking down.
The room fell silent for a moment before Tony laughed it off, “Aw, come on! Not even one of us?” he teased. Everyone started joking around again, but Bucky noticed how you seemed to shrink into yourself, clearly uncomfortable with the personal question.
“Sorry.” you shrugged.
Tony was grinning mischievously again, clearly enjoying the game too much, “Alright, let’s move to the next person.”
The game continued, but Bucky barely paid attention. He kept his eyes on you instead. You stood quietly, sipping your beer slowly, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Steve was up next, and he picked dare.
Tony thought for a moment before a wicked grin spread across his face.
“I dare you to kiss the nearest female,” Tony declared loudly. Steve glanced around before his eyes landed on you.
He was single, handsome, and every woman’s dream, the perfect man.
Bucky watched as Steve started to move towards you, his intention clear.
You looked up as Steve leaned in, his tall frame blocking out the rest of the room. He smiled charmingly, reaching out to gently grab your waist.
“You’re the nearest girl.” he said softly, leaning in close. Everyone watched, waiting for the kiss.
But suddenly, a deep voice interrupted, “Stop.”
Everyone turned to look at Bucky. He was standing across the room, his expression dark and serious.
He grabbed Steve’s arm and pulled him back without effort, “She’s not playing anymore.”
Silence fell heavy over the group.
Steve lifted his hands immediately, stepping back, understanding written all over his face.
Tony scoffed, irritation flashing across his features, “What’s your problem, Barnes? It’s just a dare.”
You barely heard him, your mind focusing only on the supersoldier in front of you.
“It’s alright, Bucky.” you whispered.
His gaze snapped to you instantly, the intensity melting into something softer, protective.
He released Steve and stepped closer, his hand coming out instinctively to steady you as you stumbled back a step.
“No…” he murmured, low enough that only you could hear.
Your heart was pounding, “Maybe we should… go out and talk for a moment.” you said quietly.
Bucky nodded immediately, his hand still on your arm like an anchor. He glanced once at the rest of the team, his expression cold and unmistakably final.
“We’ll be right back.”
He guided you toward the door without another word. No one tried to stop you as the party noise swallowed itself behind closing doors.
As soon as the door closed behind you two, Bucky pulled you close. His hand tightened possessively on your waist as he walked you backwards until your back hit the wall.
He towered over you, his expression dark and intense, “What the fuck was that?”
“It was just a game.” you whispered.
Bucky’s nostrils flared in frustration, “I know it was a fucking game,” he hissed quietly, “But Steve was about to kiss you in front of everyone...”
He shuddered slightly, his hand tightening on your hip.
“I wasn’t scared, if that’s what you’re worried about, I know Steve’s a gentleman… He just wasn’t the one I wanted to kiss.” you breathed.
Bucky’s breath caught in his throat at your whispered confession. His eyes darkened with something intense and possessive.
He leaned in closer, his forehead almost touching yours, “And who did you want to kiss instead?” he asked gruffly, already knowing the answer, “Is it me, Doc?”
“Yes.” You whispered.
At your honest whisper, Bucky’s heart clenched. Without another word, he closed the distance between you two. His lips crashed onto yours in a rough, hungry kiss, pouring all of his pent-up frustration and jealousy into it. One hand remained possessively on your hip while the other tangled into your hair.
“Bucky-” you whispered when he stepped back to catch his breath.
“Shut up.” he muttered roughly before kissing you again, “You had me so fucking jealous in there.”
His body pressed you against the wall, all six feet of solid muscle pinning you there.
“I’m not sharing you,” he said firmly, “Not with Steve, not with anyone. If you want to kiss someone tonight, it’s gonna be me and only me.” his hand slid down to your thigh possessively.
“I only want you.” you whispered, caressing his cheek.
Bucky closed his eyes at your soft whisper, leaning into your touch like a cat. His rough exterior melted away for a moment, revealing the vulnerable man underneath.
He kissed you softly this time, less hungry and more tender. His tongue traced your bottom lip before slipping inside to deepen the kiss.
“Let’s get out of here, Doc.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the stairs.
Once you were safely in his room, he kicked the door shut behind you.
He didn’t bother turning on the lights, letting the dim moonlight from the window illuminate the space.
“Bucky, wait-”
He turned to face you, his eyes dark with desire.
“What?” his voice was rough but gentle, “What is it, Doc?” he stepped closer, backing you up against the door.
“I can’t take you pushing me away again.” you said.
Bucky’s expression softened immediately. He cupped your face gently with both hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.
“Sweetheart, no.” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly, “I’m not pushing you away this time. I swear to God, I won’t.” his eyes searched yours intensely.
“You’re not right now, but you will as soon as you’re done with me like you did the other day.”
Bucky’s expression hardened at the mention of the other day. He knew he’d fucked up, pushing you away after getting exactly what he wanted. He hated himself for it.
He pressed a firm kiss to your forehead, “No.” he said firmly, “That won’t happen again.”
“How can I trust you?”
Bucky’s eyes filled with a desperate, pleading look. He knew he’d hurt you, and betrayed your trust. He pressed another firm kiss to your forehead, his hands remaining cupped around your face.
“Because I’m begging you to trust me again.” he whispered, “And you know I don’t beg.”
“I really don’t want to be hurt again, Bucky.”
Bucky’s heart broke at your honest words. He knew he deserved your distrust.
He gently pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes tightly.
“I know, sweetheart, I know.” he whispered hoarsely, “And I swear on my life, I won’t hurt you ever again.”
Then his lips found yours.
Bucky’s kiss was slow and deep, pouring every ounce of sincerity and apology into it.
After Hydra he struggled to find the best words to show his feelings so he started showing instead of telling.
His hands framed your face gently as he kissed you against the door, his body pressing you gently but firmly against the wood. He broke the kiss to press his lips to your jawline, “Trust me.”
You nodded, unable to find your voice.
Relief washed over Bucky’s face at your nod. He captured your lips in another deep kiss, his hands sliding down to your waist as he lifted you up suddenly. You gasped as he wrapped your legs around his waist, pressing you against the door once more, “Hold onto me.”
Bucky carried you to his bed, kissing you deeply the entire way.
He laid you down gently before climbing on top of you, his body pressing against yours as he continued to kiss you passionately.
His hands roamed over your body, reassuring and lovingly, “I’ve got you.” he murmured as his hand found the hem of your shirt. You nodded and quickly stood only in your underwear.
He slowly unbuttoned his own shirt, revealing his scarred and muscular chest, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” he murmured, tossing his shirt aside.
You caress his chest, pulling him towards you, needing his lips, his hands, anything really.
He leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses against your neck, sucking gently. He broke away to unbuckle his belt, pushing down his pants and boxers in one swift motion.
Bucky’s hips bucked slightly, pushing his length against you through the lace of your panties, rubbing teasingly.
“Bucky please I need you.” you whined as your hips buckled towards him.
He smirked, his eyes dark with emotion and desire. Without hesitation he pulled your panties aside.
He guided his tip along your slit, teasing your entrance making sure you were wet enough, his breath ragged, “If you want to change your mind tell me now or else I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
Your mind was like a blank sheet.
Sure, you knew he hurt you, a lot, but you knew that at that moment you didn’t care. You wanted to trust him, you really did.
“I want this.”
He let out a relieved sigh and began moving gently, slowly pushing his cock inside you. He watched your face intently, looking for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. His hands gripped your hips loosely, thumbs making small circles on your bones.
His hips continued their slow, steady pace, filling you completely with each thrust.
He noticed how your lips were parted slightly, how your breath was coming out in small puffs.
He smiled softly, encouraging you to speak, “Is it okay? Does it feel good?”
Bucky already knew the answer.
“Yes, you feel so good.” you whimpered as he bottomed out.
His smile turned into a pleased grin at your honest response.
He increased his pace slightly, hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes flutter, “Like that?”
“Ngh-” a grunt was all you could manage.
His grin turned even more satisfied as he hit your sweet spot again, making you see stars. He picked up a steady rhythm, focusing on that angle to draw out more of those pretty sounds from your mouth.
One hand stayed possessively on your hip while the other reached up to caress your breast gently.
“Kiss me Bucky, please.” your own voice sounded pathetic to your brain, but you didn’t care.
God, he loved when you begged.Bucky leaned down immediately, capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. His hips never stopped moving, thrusting into you deeply and steadily as his tongue explored your mouth. He swallowed every whimper and moan that escaped your lips.
He could feel you melting into him, your body softening and opening up even more to his touch. He broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking gently on your collarbone.
Bucky groaned deeply when a loud moan escaped your lips, his pace stuttering momentarily, it was like music to his ears. He suddenly wrapped his arms under your legs, lifting them high and spreading them wider on the bed.
He stared down at you, his chest heaving with emotion and desire.
Seeing you completely open and helpless beneath him was an overwhelmingly powerful feeling. He knew he could do anything to you in this position, and that you’d let him.
His eyes roamed over your exposed, vulnerable body, lingering on your glistening core stretched wide around his thick length. He felt a surge of possessiveness and tenderness. He leaned down and pressed a gentle and teasing bite to your nipple.
“God-”
He smiled darkly at your helpless moan. He started a slow, deep pounding motion, hitting your deepest spots. He watched as your breasts bounced wildly with each snap of his hips.
His hands spread your legs wider apart, pushing them almost painfully wide. He was hitting so deep that you could feel him in your stomach. Your moans were getting higher-pitched, more needy.
He saw your back arching slightly with each thrust, your breasts bouncing wildly. He tested something - he snapped his hips sharply, making you cry out loudly. “Baby...” he whispered softly, watching your face.
“Ngh-yes?”
His eyes flashed with an intense, almost dangerous light. He started snapping his hips faster, each thrust hitting your deepest spot with brutal precision. Your cries became almost screams, he was fucking you roughly but precisely in this position, using your body exactly as he wanted.
“You sure you can take it?”
“I’ll take everything you’ll give me.”
His eyes darkened even further at your submissive words. He loved how obedient you were. He started fucking you like a man possessed, deep, brutal thrusts that shook your entire body. The bed frame slammed against the wall with each thrust, making a loud, rhythmic noise.
You were whimpering and crying out non-stop now. The position combined with his rough pace was overwhelming your senses completely. He felt your legs shaking uncontrollably around his waist, your inner walls fluttering dangerously close to orgasm. He reached down to pinch and twist your nipple harshly.
The second he did that, you screamed and came undone completely. Your inner walls clamped down tightly around his length, pulsing and squeezing him rhythmically as you convulsed beneath him. He felt your legs go completely limp, falling open wider.
He thrust through your orgasm, drawing it out, “Fuck yes… Come on my cock like the good girl you are.”
He groaned loudly as your spasming walls milked his cock perfectly, pulling him deeper into your wet heat. He buried himself completely inside you as he came hard, filling you with warm, thick cum.
“Goddamn…” he panted as he moved slightly.
Your hand immediately snapped forward, to stop him from moving away. You wouldn’t let him leave you alone again.
He caught your hand immediately, pressing it against his cheek as he continued to empty himself inside you. His face was flushed, eyes wild with pleasure. He looked completely undone when he pressed a gentle kiss to your palm as he slowly pulled out, making you whimper.
“Feels so empty without you.”
He groaned at your needy whimper, seeing how your legs remained spread open, cunt gaping slightly and dripping with both of your combined fluids.
He crawled up the bed, settling between your legs and pressing gentle kisses to your face.
He felt your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. He spoke against your neck, “Sensitive right now, huh?”
You managed to nod.
He chuckled softly, pressing gentle butterfly kisses along your collarbone and neck. He knew you were oversensitive after an orgasm, that’s why he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your shoulder.
“Bucky-”
He smirked against your shoulder at your breathless reaction.
He knew that even gentle touches were too much right now. He started placing soft, barely-there kisses all over the lower stomach and inner thighs, avoiding where you truly needed him.
“This is torture.” you sobbed under his touch, squirming slightly.
He grinned wickedly against your stomach, knowing exactly what he was doing, “Oh I know sweetheart, I know…” he cooed in a condescending tone, “That’s the point.”
He watched with dark satisfaction as your legs began to tremble slightly again, your hips arching helplessly. He kissed the crease of your hip gently, making you whimper loudly, “Shh…”
“Please Bucky, lower.” you begged.
He smirked devilishly, knowing exactly what you were asking for - but he refused. Instead, he placed a soft kiss right on your clit, making your entire body jerk convulsively. He held your hips down gently but firmly, keeping them spread wide open. “No... right here.”
He continued to pepper soft kisses around your sensitive clit, occasionally grazing it with the edge of his lips. He could feel your body shaking with frustration and need. He was purposely denying you the direct stimulation you craved, enjoying your desperate whimpers. “Too sensitive for direct touch, huh?”
“Please Bucky, I need to-”
He ignored your broken plea, instead dragging his tongue slowly and softly along your slit. He deliberately avoided your clit entirely, knowing that even a gentle touch there would make you scream. He saw your legs shaking violently now, your inner thighs trembling with unfulfilled need.
“Please don’t stop.”
He smiled against your core at your desperate plea. He loved seeing you like this, needy, oversensitive, and completely at his mercy. He started licking your slit slowly and softly, from bottom to top, but every time he reached the top, he’d curl his tongue up and away from your clit, “I won’t stop.”
Seeing your hands try to reach your clit, he grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head gently but firmly, “No-no, don’t touch that pretty little thing. It’s too sensitive right now.” he said darkly, nuzzling his face deeper between your thighs.
“I hate you.”
He chuckled darkly against your inner thigh, “No, you don’t. You love this.” he deliberately dragged his teeth gently along your sensitive flesh, knowing it would drive you wild, “You love being denied what you really want.”
“I don’t- I- I can’t take it anymore please-”
He finally relented, seeing your body shaking uncontrollably with need.
He pressed his mouth directly onto your clit, but only gave you one gentle lick before pulling back slightly, “One touch, that’s all I’ll give you right now.”
“No, no, please Bucky I- I need to come please-”
He pressed one soft lip right on top of your clit without moving it, enjoying your desperate pleas. He knew you were begging for release badly now, your body was oversensitive and craving more stimulation. He pressed his nose against your clit gently, “Do I need to make this worse?”
“Please I’ve been good.” you whined pathetically
He smirked against your sensitive flesh, amused by your desperate pleading. He decided to test you, he slowly opened his mouth and pressed it directly onto your clit, sucking gently for exactly 3 seconds before pulling back immediately. Your body convulsed violently, almost reaching an orgasm but not quite there.
“Fuck- please.” you were right on the verge of coming when he stopped.
He felt your body tensing up tightly, right on the edge of an intense orgasm. Instead of giving you release, he started blowing cool air gently on your soaked, oversensitive clit, knowing it would drive you absolutely mad with frustration. He watched your face contort with unfulfilled need.
He saw your teeth sink into your bottom lip to suppress a moan, your body trembling violently with suppressed need. He knew you were right on the verge, one firm touch or lick would send you over the edge. He deliberately dragged his thumb gently along your slit, stopping just shy of your clit.
Your body convulsed desperately at the brief suction, your inner walls clenching emptily. It wasn’t enough to push you over the edge, your orgasm hovered just out of reach, making you sob quietly with need.
He watched as more tears spilled down your cheeks, your nose scrunched up cutely.
He pressed a gentle finger right on top of your clit, applying zero pressure. He just held it there, letting you feel his warm touch without stimulating you at all. Your body trembled violently beneath him, desperate for more than just a warm finger placed carefully, “You need something, Doc?”
“Please let me come Bucky.”
He chuckled darkly, his finger still resting lightly on your clit without moving. He loved hearing you beg, your sweet little voice desperate and needy. He decided to make you suffer a bit longer, “Say please again.”
“Please.” your voice was trembling, just like your body.
He watched as your body shook with need, your legs trembling uncontrollably. He loved seeing you like this, completely at his mercy, begging for something as simple as an orgasm. He pressed his thumb gently against your clit, barely applying any pressure, “One more time.”
“Please Bucky I’m begging-”
At that last pitiful begging, he finally relented. He curled his thumb gently against your clit, applying steady pressure without rubbing. He knew this gentle stimulation would feel intense after being denied for so long. Your body immediately seized up, convulsing violently as an intense orgasm finally crashed over you, “Good girl.”
At your pitiful begging, he finally relented. He curled his thumb gently against your clit, applying steady pressure without rubbing. He knew this gentle stimulation would feel intense after being denied for so long. Your body immediately seized up, convulsing violently as an intense orgasm finally crashed over you, “Good girl.”
He watched as your body slowly relaxed after that intense release, chest rising and falling rapidly as you caught your breath. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment while he kept stroking gentle patterns on your inner thighs, allowing yourself some much-needed recovery time from being denied for so long.
Suddenly he grabbed your hip and flipped you onto your stomach. Before you could even process the movement, he pressed his face between your thighs from behind, tongue immediately seeking out your clit. “Keep catching your breath, Doc, let me take care of you.”
“Bucky, I can't take another one.” your voice was barely a whisper.
He ignored your weak protest, sucking your clit gently between his lips. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as his tongue began to move, licking and sucking on your oversensitive nub. He could taste how sweet you were, still wet and swollen from your previous orgasm, “Shh, just feel.”
“Ngh- God-”
He smiled against you, spreading your cheeks further apart to deepen his access, his tongue traced circles around your clit before dipping lower to lick at your entrance, “Just relax.”
“I hate you.” you stuttered.
He chuckled softly, his breath warm against your sensitive skin. He flicked his tongue rapidly against your clit before dipping it inside your entrance briefly before pulling back out, “You don’t hate me,”
“Believe me I- I do.” you managed to stutter.
He flicked his tongue rapidly against your clit, then dipped it inside your entrance again, making you whimper. He knew you were too sensitive to handle another orgasm so soon after the last one, but he also knew you’d cum again easily if he kept playing with you.
He continued his slow, deliberate torture, licking and sucking on your clit gently but consistently. His hands gripped your hips possessively, holding you in place as he buried his face between your thighs. He could feel you getting weaker, your legs trembling more with each passing second.
“Please don’t stop again.”
He heard your plea and smiled slyly. He knew that denying you an orgasm would make this one even more intense. He flicked his tongue rapidly against your clit, then sucked it gently into his mouth. He held it there, applying consistent pressure until he felt your legs shake violently.
The moment your orgasm hit, you squirted heavily all over his face and mouth, your body completely spent after two powerful orgasms. He kept his mouth pressed against your clit, catching every drop until your body went completely limp beneath him.
He gently cleaned you up with his tongue, lapping at the mess he created until you were clean. He then carefully pulled away, turning you onto your back to inspect his handiwork.
Your legs were shaking, your chest heaving, and you looked absolutely exhausted, “There’s my good girl.”
“Bucky...”
He smiled softly at your weak, whimpering voice. He gently pressed a kiss to your forehead before slowly crawling up your body to lay beside you, “Shh... It’s alright.”
“Hold me.” you whispered, surprising even yourself with the vulnerability in your voice, “Please.”
He wrapped his strong arms around you gently, pulling you into a safe, protective embrace against his muscular chest. He held you close, letting your body finally relax completely in his arms, “Shh... I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
He held you tightly as you broke down into exhausted sobs, your body shaking with the force of your cries. He knew you were crying from a mix of physical exhaustion and earlier frustration from being denied release for so long. He rocked you gently, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and hair, “You did so well, sweetheart, so fucking well.”
He tightened his arms around you, holding you close as you snuggled against his chest. He could feel your heart pounding rapidly against his chest, a sign of how overwhelmed your body was from the intense experience. He gently ran his fingers through your hair, soothing you as you clung to him.
“Can I ruin the mood with a question?” you asked after a moment of silence.
He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and nodded, “Go ahead, sweetheart. Ask whatever you want.”
“What are we now?” you hesitated, “Because I sure as hell just can’t go back to being colleagues.”
He sighed softly as he gently tipped your chin up so he could look into your exhausted eyes, “We’re definitely not colleagues anymore.” he said firmly, “We’re more now, much more. I want to be with you. Exclusively. I don’t want anyone else touching you, tasting you, making you scream like that.”
“I want it too, I want only you.”
He smiled softly, his heart swelling with affection and relief. He knew you were tired and vulnerable right now, but he also knew that your words were sincere. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead once more before whispering, “Good. Because I’m keeping you.”
Your eyes closed on their own as you snuggled closer to him. He pulled the blanket higher up your body protectively.
“Sleepy?” he asked softly.
“Mhmh.” you nodded.
Bucky smiled softly, tucking you closer against his chest, wrapping his arms around you possessively. He loved how you clung to him, how your body fit perfectly against his own.
He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering softly in your ear, “My girl...”
Author's note: honestly? i'm not happy with how it turned out, but i rewrote this ELEVEN times so bear with me because I'm so stressed over this fic.
maybe one day i'll rewrite it, maybe not, in the meantime there's your dose of smut and finally a happy ending for Bucky and the Doc
Pairing: Coriolanus Snow/Lucy Gray Baird
Characters: Lucy Gray Baird, Coriolanus Snow, Sejanus Plinth, Mags
Tags: fix it fic, post-canon fix-it, Alternate Universe - Hunger Games setting, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, idiots in love, love confession, domestic fluff
Summary: Lucy Gray Bird is a songbird in a nest of crows.
She's locked in a golden cage and her only way out is Coriolanus Snow.
author's note: I wrote this almost three years ago, my style changed and I do not want to rewrite all of my old stories rn, maybe I will later maybe I won't, who knows.
In the meantime I'm trying to import all of my work from ao3 here on Tumblr
Five months have passed since the 10th Hunger Games.
Five months since Lucy last saw Snow.
Five months since Lucy last saw someone that wasn't the Dean, Casca Highbottom, who visited her once a week, just to make sure his songbird was still breathing.
Only that now two weeks have passed and Highbottom was nowhere to be seen.
Lucy occupied her days playing the old guitar that was already in the apartment she was locked in.
Without any contact with the outside world she was in a constant state of anxiety.
She didn't know if her family back in the 12th district was doing good.
She didn't know how Coriolanus was. If her winning the Hunger Games helped him with his ambition of winning the Plinth Prize.
Those thoughts kept her mind occupied for most of the day, while the clock's pointers completed another round.
When she finally heard the lock on the door open, she almost jumped out of her bed, eager to see a human face, even if it was the Dean.
"Lucy?" a familiar voice spoke, sending shivers down her spine
"Coryo!" she called out, hope now filling her troubled mind as she ran to the living room.
Snow stood there, better looking than ever.
She flew into his arms, eager to have some human contact.
"Coryo." she murmured again, as if making sure he was actually real and not just a trick or her mind.
"I'm here Lucy, I'm here and I won't let you go again." he reassured her as she let a single tear roll down her face.
A coughing sound behind Snow distracted them.
"I'm sorry lovebirds, but we don't have much time." Sejanus Plinth was smiling down at them.
"What happened? Why are you here?" Lucy asked.
"I'll tell you all the details later, now we have to go." Snow gave her a backpack "Fill it with clothes and everything you want to bring with you.”
"Where are we going?"
"With the Plinth Prize’s funds I was able to do some research and I found a tribe of your people living on an island north of Panem. We can join them and be free of all this shit."
"But Highbottom will notice that I'm gone and he will suspect you." Lucy's voice was full of fear, she didn't want to expose Snow nor Sejanus to extra risks.
"He won't." a glint of darkness shimmered in Sejanus’ eyes.
"How won't he-" Lucy stopped mid sentence, she already knew the answer, "You killed him, didn't you?”
"Technically he died of overdose, we had nothing to do with his death." Snow explained with a grin as Lucy started to collect her few possessions.
She was glad to hear about his death, although she wished to be the one that killed the bastard.
He may not have been the sole creator of the Hunger Games but he was the one that was responsible for the death of hundreds of innocents.
Lucy quickly gathered her few possessions and stuffed them into the backpack, gazing one last time at the apartment.
The boys gave her a black cloak, to cover her face and hide her as much as possible.
They too wore normal clothes, not the red and noticeable university uniforms.
"What's our plan exactly?" Lucy asked after a couple of minutes of walking.
"We'll infiltrate on one of my father's trains, directed to the 4th district, they'll be mostly empty wagons since they'll be loaded there and then they'll return to Capitol City, by then we'll already be far away." Sejanus held a tree branch for them to pass.
"And after that?"
"We'll steal a boat and join the Covey.”
Lucy stayed silent.
She didn't believe that they would be capable of doing that, they'd probably be dead in a couple hours but she didn't care.
She was dead when her name was sorted for the Hunger Games.
The three waited near the train station, hidden in a bush waiting for the train to enter the station.
Lucy yawned and rubbed her eyes, trying hard to stay awake.
"You can sleep, I'll wake you up when we have to go." Snow reassured her.
Lucy seemed worried for a bit, but her sleepiness won and she closed her eyes.
Coriolanus positioned her head on his thighs, wanting her to be comfortable.
"You're fucked." Sejanus smiled sadly, his head shaking while looking at his friend.
"I beg your pardon?”
"You're clearly in love with her.” he stated
Snow scoffed "It's not love, it's just physical attraction, one good fuck and everything will be fine."
On his lap Lucy was still awake, but not wanting to make a scene she acted like she was sleeping.
Hearing what Snow said made her heart ache, she wasn't certainly hoping to marry him but hearing that she was only good for a good fuck made her almost cry.
Eventually she fell asleep because the next thing she remembered was Coriolanus lifting her up in his arms.
"What are you doing?" she asked, Snow could detect something in her voice, was it fear?
"The train is here, you were sleeping so soundly and I didn't want to disturb you.”
"Please, put me down." she begged him, "I can walk on my own.”
Coriolanus obeyed, placing her on her feet.
They walked to the train and, once Sejanus made sure it was the right one, they entered an empty wagon and quickly closed the doors behind them.
"It’s all empty cartons." Sejanus stated after he read something on a box, "We’re lucky, they should isolate us from the cold of the journey.”
Lucy nodded, not really sure if he could see her in the dim light of the train, hopefully their eyes will become accustomed to the semi-darkness.
She sat on the floor, resting her back on the cold metal wall of the train.
She was tired.
Tired of living in fear.
Tired of Capitol City and its inhabitants.
Sejanus plopped down next to her, handing her an apple, "I know you heard us earlier."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about." she shook her shoulders, biting into the red fruit.
"Don’t play the fool with me, Lucy, I saw your expression change after Coryo said those words. Ah, for your information, he didn’t mean all that." he paused for a moment, as if he was walking on thin ice, "He’s just- he isn’t used to the feelings that he’s experiencing."
Lucy scoffed, rolling her eyes "Yeah, sure. They never mean it, right? They tell you hurtful things and then pretend like their words have no consequences.”
Sejanus was just about to answer when Coriolanus knelt down in front of them.
"What are you talking about?”
"She was just telling me about her plans once we reach the safe haven.”
"And what would those plans be?" Snow stared at the girl.
"I wanna keep singing, travel the world and have a puppy.” she said before biting into the apple again.
"A puppy?" Snow tilted his head.
"Yes," Lucy’s eyes were shimmering with a nostalgic light, "I’ve always dreamed of having a dog."
"What kind of dog?" Sejanus asked "Back in the 2nd I had a Pugh.”
"I’d love a Cavalier King Charles, they’re adorable." she sighed.
Sejanus then walked over to his backpack, leaving the two alone.
"Why won’t you tell me something about you, your family, your life before you coaching me. I know nothing about you." Lucy asked the man in front of her.
"My mother, bless her soul, she died in childbirth when I was five, during the Rebellion. All I kept from her was a silver compact. My father, a military general named Crassus Snow, died not long after, killed by fire from an unknown rebel sniper. That’s why I despised for so many years every single member of the Rebellion, because every single one of them could have killed him. That’s why I despise myself for being a rebel myself.”
"You had to endure so much pain at such a young age." Lucy wiped her eyes.
"I don’t need pity, I’ve had enough of it when I was younger.”
"I’m sorry." Lucy apologized.
"You say that a lot.”
"I feel it a lot.”
"You don’t need to apologize, not to me at least." he smiled at her, bringing a strand of her wild hair behind her ear.
She quickly got away from his touch, recalling what he said earlier.
He stared down at her before quickly looking away and walking over to Sejanus.
Lucy tried again to sleep, using her backpack as a pillow and her cloak as a blanket.
She fell asleep pretty easily, the pressure from the day making her eyelids heavy as soon as she put down her head.
The first thing she felt was the warmth of the sun.Then the laughter of the people all around her.Then the sight of her beloved lake.
She was on the lakeshore with her favorite swimsuit and her mother’s hat on her head.
Barb Azure Baird, one of her dearest friends, waved her hand in her direction "Lucy! Lucy, come here! The water is perfectly warm.”
Lucy got up, walking to the dock and then jumping in the water.
She quickly swam over her friend, who was floating in a starfish position. Near her there were Tam, Sarah and Clerk, who were splashing water like children,
As they swam further from the shore, the tranquility shattered. A sudden change in weather summoned dark clouds that loomed over them.
The water, once calm, turned angry, thrashing against the friends.Panic tinged Lucy's voice as she shouted, "Guys, we need to head back!"
But a swift current had separated them, each struggling against the waves. Sarah and Clerk, the strongest swimmers, attempted to reach the others, but the relentless water proved to be too much even for them.
Barb's cries for help cut through the roaring wind as she fought to stay afloat. Tam, trying to assist her, was pulled under by an unseen force.
Lucy, closest to the shore, screamed for someone, anyone, to help. But her voice drowned in the chaos as the Covey that were on the shore turned into dust.
"What-" Lucy’s head was spinning and pulsing, causing her intense pain.
Heart pounding, she frantically searched for a way to save her friends, but the distance and the violent waters rendered her powerless.
Sarah's efforts faltered, exhaustion claiming her, while Clerk, struggling to keep himself above water, called out weakly before vanishing into the murky depths.
Lucy, trembling, clutched at her chest, feeling the weight of helplessness crushing her soul. As the waves swept her ashore she collapsed to her knees, unable to tear her gaze away from the spot where her friends had been moments ago.
The storm raged on, the lake now eerily silent except for the relentless rain drumming against its surface. Lucy remained frozen, haunted by the horrifying image of her friends' desperate faces as they slipped away.
Lucy jolted awake, her chest heaving as remnants of the nightmare lingered in her mind. Trembling, she sat upright, sweat glistening on her forehead despite the coolness of the room. The image of her friends struggling in the water haunted her, the echoes of their cries reverberating in her ears.
With trembling fingers, she tried to shake Coriolanus' arm, hoping he'd wake up. After a few tense moments, his head snapped up.
"Lucy? What's wrong?" his tone was instantly alert, sensing her distress.
"It's... it's nothing," she stammered, her voice still shaky. "I had a nightmare, and I can't calm down."
Without a word, he wrapped her in a comforting embrace, holding her close as she trembled in his arms.
"It's okay," he whispered softly, his voice a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves "I'm here, Lucy. You're safe now, nothing’s gonna happen to you while I’m here."
She clung to him, finding comfort in his presence.
His steadiness, his calmness, seemed to anchor her in reality, pulling her away from the nightmarish visions that had plagued her moments ago.
They sat together on the dirty floor of the train, Coriolanus offering quiet reassurances while Lucy recounted the vivid details of her dream. She shivered as she spoke, but each word lifted a weight from her chest.
He listened intently, his hand gently rubbing her back in a comforting rhythm.
"It was just a dream," he said softly. "You're here, and your friends are safe back in the 12th. You're not alone."
His words carried a warmth that eased the knots in her stomach, and gradually, the remnants of fear began to fade.
"Thank you," she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder.
"Anytime," he replied, holding her a little tighter, a silent promise of his unwavering support.
After the nightmare the two remained awake, finding comfort in each other's presence and in the silent ride.
It was almost dawn when the train stopped.
Snow woke Sejanus up and they swiftly got out of the wagon before the Peacekeeper could approach the train and spot them.
"So this is the 4th district, uh?"
"Yeah, I was here with my father when we first left the 2nd." Sejanus smiled looking around, "I’ve made some friends that will help us."
"You sure they won’t betray us?" Snow asked.
"Positive, they were part of the rebellion.”
"Oh, now I feel better about it…" Coriolanus said sarcastically.
They walked for about an hour before they reached the core of the district.
A smelly city with decadent buildings and fishnets hanging over their heads.
"Lovely." Lucy muttered when she almost stepped over a rotten fish.
"I know it is not much, but it’s the only way we have to run away." Sejanus said.
The three of them kept walking until they reached an almost abandoned house.
Sejanus stepped up and knocked, waiting patiently for the door to open.
"Who’s there?" a voice asked.
"Mags? It’s me, it’s Sejanus.”
The door flung open and a young girl stepped outside.
She was beautiful, with red curly hair and an old apron over her dress.
"Oh God, I can’t believe it’s really you." she hugged him tightly.
Sejanus hugged her back, burying his face in her curly hair "I missed you so much Mags."
"Why are you here? It’s been so long since I last saw you.”
"It’s uhm- a long story. But these are my friends-”
Mags cut him out, "I know them, she’s this year’s victor of the Games and he’s the mentor."
"Nice to meet you." Lucy extended her hand and the girl shook it.
Snow simply nodded his head.
"We need a place to stay tonight. I’m hoping you could return the favor I gave you a couple of years ago.”
"You call it favor? I still live off your money, me and my family have food on the table every day now.”
"So, that’s a yes?"
"Of course, you’re welcome to bring your things inside." Mags held the door open for them.
"You never told me you had friends in the districts." Snow told Sejanus as they dropped their bags on the couch of the living room.
"You never asked." he simply answered as they stepped inside.
Lucy helped Mags to catch some catfish for dinner while Sejanus offered to chop some wood.
Snow went to the village to get some bread and some fruit.
While he was walking back with some groceries he smiled to himself, thinking how he could get used to the feeling of feeling at home with his friends.
The feeling only grew stronger when he found Lucy and Megs laughing while cooking.
He wanted that.
Lately he found himself dreaming of a simple life, far away from Capitol City, living off the land with his friends, not fearing another rebellion and erasing from his memory the time he spent mentoring at the Hunger Games.
They all ate quickly, talking and laughing at their childhood stories.
Sejanus told Mags their plan, begging her to follow them.
"I can’t, my family needs me." she sighed as she washed the dishes.
If only she’d known how her life would have turned in a few months from now, maybe she would have accepted the offer.
"My parents will be back tomorrow in the evening, so two of you can sleep in their room. In mine I still have my sister’s old bed so no one will sleep on the floor.”
Snow stole a glance at Lucy, who was staring down at her hands.
"Lucy and I will take the double room."
Sejanus blushed a bit, "Then I guess I’ll stay in your room, Mags."
Snow and Lucy changed into some borrowed night robes and entered the parents room.
Fishing supplies were stacked on the ground, with a giant crossbow hanging from the ceiling.
"That’s… Cozy." Lucy chuckled as she climbed into the bed.
Snow followed her soon after.
"I wouldn’t mind this." Lucy said after a few seconds of silence.
"The crossbow over your head or the smell of fish everywhere?”
He chuckled, "This slow life…" his eyes found hers "I think I made the right choice. You know, following you here."
"I wouldn’t mind either, and I’m happy you came with us.”
Lucy’s heart was in a stranglehold.
She wanted to believe that Snow really meant all that and that what he said before the train was just a lie, like Sejanus said, but she couldn’t shake the ache from her heart.
"What you said to Sejanus, before getting on the train." she wanted to overcome her fears and finally, addressing the matter, maybe it would help her lift the weight from her heart, "Did you really mean it? Or you said it just because you wanted to hide your feelings?”
Snow stiffened near her, his breath caught short as he tried to find the right words to express himself.
"I was lying." he admitted, "I lied to Sejanus because I didn’t want him snooping through my feelings."
"So..."
"So I love you, you idiot." he smiled at her through the dim light of the moon, "I’ve loved you since the day I gave you that rose at the train station.”
Lucy stared at him in shock. She sensed that he could have feelings for her but she never would have guessed that the feeling could have been love, maybe a crush, an infatuation, but not love.
"I don’t know what to say."
"Just kiss me, cause I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first time you smiled at me.”
Lucy’s hand shook slightly as she cupped Coryo’s face before slowly kissing him. He smiled on her lips before kissing her back.
The next morning Lucy was the first one to wake up. She washed her face and made breakfast for everyone before packing some food for their journey.
At lunch hour they would sail with Mags’ family old boat, the one that they didn't use anymore.
Sejanus was the second one to wake up, smiling at Mags next to him. He hopped in the kitchen, joining Lucy.
"How was the night?" Lucy casually asked, handing him a plate with bread and jam.
"We talked and I tried once again to convince her to follow us, but she refused."
"I’m sorry Sej." Lucy tried to cheer him up by adding some more sugar in his coffee before handing him the cup.
"It’s not like I hoped for a different answer, I knew she would have never left her family. But a part of me did, you know?" he sighed, "Anyway, what about you and Mr Grumpy?"
"We talked about what he said before the train and then we kissed." she said, a smile spreading on her face.
"Thank God, I swear
"What are you talking about?" Snow asked entering the room and leaving a kiss on Lucy’s head.
Sejanus smiled at his two friends, "How stupid you’ve been."
Snow shot him an amused glare, "Yeah, I guess I’ve not been the brightest man in these last few days.”
They all ate, talking about their next and hopefully last milestone of their journey. Mags joined them after a couple of minutes, a sad smile plastered on her face.
After they ate, they packed, ready for the last part of this crazy adventure.
Mags escorted them to her parent's old boat, which was anchored in a shady part of the port.
"Are you sure no one is watching us?" Coriolanus asked, a hint of paranoia in his voice. "Yes, everyone is eating lunch now, here in the fourth we take our meals very seriously." she said.
Snow entered first in the boat, followed by Lucy, dressed in dark tones, not to attract any unwanted attention. Sejanus was already boarding when Mags pulled him up for a kiss. "Don’t die." she whispered, letting him go, a tear rolling down her cheek..
"You too." he mumbled, too stunned to speak.
Mags watched them sail away,staring at the horizon until they were just a dot in the distance.
"Goodbye Sejanus, may we meet again." she whispered before heading back home, preparing it for the return of her parents.
Two years later.
Lucy was cooking in the kitchen when Snow stepped into their small cabin.
"Shoes!" she scolded him with a smile, watching as he took off his muddy boots.
"Sorry love." he smiled before kissing her, throwing his shoes in a corner of the room.
"You two are disgustingly sweet, it’s like I’m eating a spoonful of honey." Sejanus complained jokingly.
"Hush." Lucy silenced him, putting a handful of cereal in his mouth.
That had been their routine for almost two years now.
When they reached the island with a part of the Covey they were almost instantly a part of the community.
Lucy found a branch of her family and she easily made friends with everyone.
Coriolanus and Sejanus had some difficulties to blend in, but eventually everyone warmed up to them too.
Lucy and Coriolanus lived in a wood cabin near a river.
They always had fresh food and a home full of love to come to at night.
Sejanus lived near them, sharing a cabin with two guys his age. He entered the patrol group that kept things in order and chased wild animals when they got too close to the houses.
Coriolanus often hunted with some other men and women from the tribe while Lucy used to sing every night by the campfire and during the day she baked sweets and loaves of bread.
A wonderful Cavalier King Charles puppy joined them a couple weeks after they arrived, gifted to them by a neighbour that just had a litter.
He followed them everywhere, sometimes he even followed Coriolanus in a few of his expeditions as a hunter, running and jumping alongside the hunting dogs.
"Are you happy?" Snow asked, hugging Lucy from behind.
"Yes." she kissed him as their dog wailed his tails against her legs, "Yes, I couldn’t be happier.”
Pairing: dom!SteveRogers x sub!reader
Tags: dark steve, past child abuse, past sexual abuse, childhood trauma, trauma, mental health issues, angst and hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, older man/younger woman, power imbalance, slow burn (at least for me it is), sexual tension, vaginal sex, p in v sex, praise kink, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, aftercare, running away, happy ending (everyone cheered)
Summary: She was the youngest recruit the Avengers had ever taken in. Quiet, obedient, and haunted by a past she refused to speak of. No one noticed the way she flinched when touched, or how she avoided eye contact. No one except Steve Rogers. Beneath his polished hero image, Steve saw something he couldn’t ignore: a need for protection, structure, and love.
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The first rays of sunlight spilled lazily through the thin curtains, casting warm stripes across the hardwood floor of Steve’s Brooklyn apartment.
The neighborhood was already awake, kids playing down the street, a dog barking two buildings over, but inside, it was quiet.
Peaceful in a way she still wasn’t used to.
A month had passed since Steve had found her after she’d run and since then, his small apartment had become their world.
A safe space.
She sat cross-legged on the couch, knees hugged to her chest, one of Steve’s oversized hoodies swallowing her frame.
The fabric smelled like him, soap, leather, faint coffee, and it made her feel anchored. The hum of the kettle on the stove was soft in the background, but her eyes weren’t on the kitchen. They followed Steve instead, watching as he moved around the space like he’d been living here for years instead of weeks.
He was barefoot, his hair damp from the shower, a gray t-shirt clinging to his broad chest.
He hummed absently, almost domestic, as he poured hot water into two mugs.
When he caught her watching, his mouth curved into that small smile that always made her heart stutter. “What’re you staring at, sweetheart?”
“You,” she admitted, her voice barely more than a whisper.
His smile deepened. He brought the mugs over, setting one down in front of her before lowering himself beside her on the couch.
His hand brushed her knee gently, grounding her.
“You feeling okay this morning?” he asked, tilting his head to search her expression.
He always checked. Always asked.
She nodded, though her throat felt tight. “Better with you here.
”Steve’s chest softened at that, his thumb stroking a slow circle against her leg. “That’s all I want, baby girl. To make it better.”
For a while, they just sat together in silence, sipping their tea, the world outside fading into nothing more than background noise. She leaned into him until his arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her in against his side. He smelled warm, like cedar and soap, and she let herself melt into it.
It still surprised her sometimes, how safe she felt with him.
How much she needed his presence to push away the nightmares.
She remembered waking up last night, sweaty and trembling from a bad dream, and how quickly his arms had come around her, his voice a steady rumble in the dark until her breathing evened out again.
Now, in the quiet morning light, she tipped her head back to look at him. “Steve?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Thank you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “For what?”
“For not letting me go.” Her voice cracked, but she pushed through it. “For finding me. For… staying.”
Steve’s hand cupped her cheek gently, tilting her face toward his. His eyes, blue and so achingly steady, locked onto hers. “You don’t ever have to thank me for that. You’re mine, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her heart squeezed at the words, the certainty in them.
She leaned into his touch, her lips parting just slightly. His thumb brushed along her jaw, and for a moment, everything else, the past, the fear, the lingering ache of old wounds, faded into the background.
He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her forehead first, then, as she tilted her face up, he closed the distance and kissed her mouth.
It was soft, unhurried, nothing demanding.
His lips were warm against hers, steady, reassuring, claiming her in the gentlest way possible.
When he finally pulled back, their foreheads stayed pressed together, both of them breathing quietly in the early morning light.
“Home,” she whispered.
Steve’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
“Yeah,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re home.”
Steve tilted her chin up with two fingers, the warmth of his touch grounding her as always.
Her lashes fluttered, and she looked up at him with that soft mixture of trust and awe that never failed to undo him.
“Good girl,” he whispered, voice husky, almost reverent.
Her lips parted slightly, a tiny intake of breath, and Steve couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers, slow and deliberate. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a claiming, an unspoken vow.
His lips moved against hers with a tenderness that carried heat underneath, a restrained hunger that spoke of everything he wanted but would never rush her into.
She whimpered faintly, her hands sliding up to grip the front of his shirt as though anchoring herself to him. Steve deepened the kiss just a little, coaxing her open, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth before slipping inside. She yielded instantly, sweet and pliant in his arms, and his heart clenched at how much she trusted him.
The kiss stretched on, lingering, their breaths mingling, his thumb brushing along her jaw as though she were porcelain he couldn’t bear to let go. When he finally pulled back, his lips ghosted over hers, leaving her trembling but smiling softly.
“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he murmured against her mouth, possessive yet tender. “And I’ll spend every day proving I deserve you.”
Her answering whisper was shaky but sure, “I already know you do, Daddy.”
Steve kissed her again. Slower this time, gentler, but no less consuming, until the world outside his Brooklyn apartment ceased to exist.
Author's note: aaaaaand, we’re done, thank you for your support and all the nice comments and the support y'all have given me
Tag list: @avatarobsessedgirly @nomyeyebrowsarentreal @skel-skell @tutag0ld
Pairing: dom!SteveRogers x sub!reader
Tags: dark steve, past child abuse, past sexual abuse, childhood trauma, trauma, mental health issues, angst and hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, older man/younger woman, power imbalance, slow burn (at least for me it is), sexual tension, vaginal sex, p in v sex, praise kink, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, aftercare, running away, happy ending (everyone cheered)
Summary: She was the youngest recruit the Avengers had ever taken in. Quiet, obedient, and haunted by a past she refused to speak of. No one noticed the way she flinched when touched, or how she avoided eye contact. No one except Steve Rogers. Beneath his polished hero image, Steve saw something he couldn’t ignore: a need for protection, structure, and love.
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The ride was quiet.
Steve kept glancing at her from the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. She sat curled up in the passenger seat, her fingers digging into the fabric of her pants, as if bracing herself.
He didn’t take her back to the compound.
Instead, he drove through Brooklyn, the familiar streets passing by in a blur. His old apartment building loomed ahead, tucked between newer constructions that made the place look even smaller than it already was.
Steve pulled into a small lot behind the building and killed the engine. He turned to her, watching as she stared out the window.
“We’re not going back?” she asked hesitantly, her voice small.
Steve shook his head. “Not yet.”
She bit her lip, nodding slowly.
Steve didn’t push her to get out right away. He knew she needed a moment. Instead, he rested his arm on the steering wheel and spoke softly, “I wanted to give you space. But not too much.”
She let out a shaky breath, turning to look at him. “So you brought me here?”
He nodded. “It’s quiet. Safe. Just us.”
Her hands loosened slightly in her lap.
“Just come inside,” he said gently. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Just… be here with me.”
She hesitated, but eventually, she nodded.
Steve climbed out of the car and walked around to open her door. She blinked up at him, surprised, before taking his outstretched hand.
He squeezed it lightly, grounding her, before letting go once she was steady on her feet.
He led her up a short flight of stairs and into the building. The inside was dimly lit, the creaky wooden floors giving away every step. When they reached his door, he unlocked it and stepped aside, letting her enter first.
The apartment was small but warm. A couch sat against one wall, facing an old TV.
A shelf lined with books and records took up most of the space beside it.
The kitchen was barely separated from the living room, just a few feet of counter space in between.
It wasn’t much. But it was his.
And for tonight, it was hers too.
She hovered near the entrance, her arms wrapped around herself. “You lived here before the compound?”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, SHIELD got it for me when I just got out of ice. I still keep it for when I need to get away.”
Her gaze flickered over the room, her shoulders relaxing just a little.
Steve walked past her, setting her bag down near the couch. “You can shower if you want,” he offered. “I’ll get you some clothes.”
She nodded but didn’t move.
Steve watched her for a moment before stepping closer. His voice softened. “You don’t have to be scared of me.”
Her breath hitched. “I’m not.”
Steve’s lips pressed together.
He reached up, brushing his fingers against her cheek, and she flinched.
His stomach twisted.
Her eyes went wide, regret flashing across her face. “I- Fuck… I didn’t mean-”
Steve exhaled slowly. He pulled his hand back. “I know.”
She swallowed hard, looking away.
Steve clenched his jaw. “You’re safe here,” he said firmly.
Her hands trembled at her sides.
Then, finally, she whispered, “Okay.”
Maria washed herself and when she got out of the shower she dressed in one of Steve’s blue shirts and a pair of sweatpants.
When she left the bathroom the apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow from the streetlights filtering through the blinds.
Steve was standing in front of the bathroom door, making her jump slightly as she opened it.
The air between them was thick, charged with something neither of them could ignore any longer.
Steve stood before her, his blue eyes dark with intent, watching her every movement as she shifted nervously. There was nowhere to run now, not from him, not from the way he made her feel.
“You ran,” he murmured, stepping closer. “You left me.”
Her breath hitched. “I-”
Steve shook his head, silencing her with a single look. His fingers trailed up her arm, slow and deliberate, until he cupped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted her face up, forcing her to meet his gaze.
“I should be furious,” he said, voice low, controlled, “But I’m not.” his grip tightened just enough to make her shiver. “I’m just done waiting.”
A soft gasp left her lips.
Steve’s other hand ghosted down her side, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, dragging the fabric up inch by inch. “Tell me you want this.”
Her pulse pounded. She was drowning in him, in the way he looked at her like he was ready to devour her whole.
“Tell me you trust me enough for this because if you keep looking at me with those eyes I might just not be able to stop myself.”
“I want this,” she whispered.
Steve hummed in approval. “Good girl.”
In one swift motion, he lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. She barely had time to process before her back hit the mattress, Steve looming over her, his broad frame casting shadows over her body.
His lips met hers in a heated kiss that was both desperate and tender.
“You belong to me.” he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing down her neck. “Say it.”
“I belong to you,” she breathed.
A satisfied growl rumbled in his chest. “That’s right.”
He caressed her before flipping her on top of him.
Maria stared confused at him.
“I want you to know that you have the option to be in control here.” He said in a serious tone.
“I don’t want to.” she admitted.
Something dark glinted in his eyes and he flipped her back beneath him.
“Then are you ready to be filled with daddy’s cum, because I’m not gonna hold back tonight.”
“Please daddy.” she whined, heat pooling in her lower belly.
He was clearly rock hard, the only thing restraining him were his boxers, who soon reunited with the rest of the outfit on the floor.
His cock throbbed with need as he kept her pinned against the bed, making her feel small and trapped.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good that tomorrow you won’t be able to walk straight.”
He was huge.
She knew that the supersoldier serum enhanced his muscles so she knew that he might be above average but seeing him now made her realize he must have been big even before the events of the war.
“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt too much.” he reassured her.
“You want me to eat this pretty pussy until you’re squirting all over my face?”
His thumb circled her clit teasingly.
“Please, daddy.” She whined.
Steve groaned at her request, his cock throbbing with anticipation.
He moves down her body, settling between her legs.
“Spread these pretty thighs wider for me, sweetheart.” he murmurs, gently nudging her opening.
She obeys, feeling the cold air hitting her already glistening cunt.
“Goddamn.” Steve mutters softly, taking in the sight in front of him.
He spread her legs wider, lifting them up to rest on his broad shoulders.
Without any further warnings his mouth covers her center, his tongue plunging inside her.
He growled as he licked her juices, only making her squirm harder due to the vibration of his voice.
His tongue moved lower, teasing her entrance before sliding back up to her clit.
When he felt her body tense he smirked, slapping her pussy, “Did I tell you you could cum?”
She froze, “Please daddy, I need to…”
“I don’t know, you’ve been a naughty girl and bad girls don’t deserve to finish this early, don’t you think?”
“Daddy please.” she whined as his tongue circled her clit and two of his fingers slowly slid inside her opening, testing how tight she was.
She stopped wincing and froze as he forced his fingers inside.
“Shh, doll.” he soothed, slowing his hand movements but still keeping his fingers inside, “Just relax for daddy, I have to get you nice and prepped for my cock. You remember our word, if you want daddy to stop just say it.”
She shook her head, refusing to even consider that option
He leaned back in, sucking her clit into his mouth, rolling it between his lips and fingers.
“Need to… come…” she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering.
“Not yet.” he mumbled, his tongue flicking her clit teasingly but not enough to push her over the edge.
His fingers resume their work inside her pussy, making her flinch a couple of times.
“Shh, that’s it. Take my fingers like a good little girl.” he murmured, adding another finger, stretching her even more.
As she bite her lower lip he pushed a fourth finger inside, “God, you’re so fucking tight,” he moves his fingers, feeling you squirm under him as he curs them, “Daddy’s trying to prep you for his big cock, you know that, right?”
She nodded, her body on the verge as she whispered, “Please let me come.”
“You sure you deserve it?” he smiled as he leaned down, blowing soft breath onto her clit.
“I’m sorry I ran away, I won’t do it again just please let me come.” she begged him, not sure she could resist any longer.
“Come for daddy then.” his fingers pressed down hard on her g-spot as his tongue flickered her clit one last time before she let go.
Her body convulsed slightly as his mouth swallowed her release, his fingers still pressed deep inside her.
“Good girl.”
As her orgasm subsided Steve slowly released her clit from her mouth, licking his lips with satisfaction.
He carefully withdrew his fingers, admiring how her pussy clenches around nothing
“I’m a bit sad about ruining this sweet little cunt.” Steve smirked, pumping his cock with his fist, “Now spread these legs wide open for daddy.”
When she obeyed he took a moment to admire her pink, glistering cunt,
“You remember the word?” he asked.
“Yes, daddy.” she whined as she stared at his cock, biting her lip.
“Like what you see?”
“It looks even bigger than earlier.” she murmured, blushing slightly.
Steve kneeled between her legs, rubbing the head of his cock teasingly along her soaked slit, “That’s the effect that you have on me, doll.”
The comment made her bite her lip again.
“That’s right baby,” he murmurs, “Get ready to take this big dick like the good girl you are.”
He pressed the head of his cock against her slick entrance, feeling her tightness resist him. Applying a gentle pressure he slowly pushed inch by inch.
Maria let out a small gasp as entered her, her pussy stretching to accommodate his thick girth.
He pauses a second, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion, “You feel so good, sweetheart.” Steve moaned, “I’m only halfway in, are you gonna be a good girl and take the rest?”
He pulled back slightly before thrusting forward against, pushing another three inches inside.
Maria whimpered, feeling like she’s being impaled and split in half.
“Shh, shh,” he soothed, rubbing teasingly at her clit, “You can take it, you were made for daddy’s cock.”
At the praise she clenched around his cock, liking it a bit too much.
“Holy shit.” he hissed as her pussy tightened around his shaft, “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
He withdraws again, only to push back even more, filling you completely but still having a couple inches outside, “I have to train you and in a couple of times you'll be able to take me like a champ.”
Maria let out a moan and he smirked, “You like that, uh?”
After a couple of seconds to let her adjust Steve started to move again, pulling back and thrusting in again and again,
“You’re doing so good baby, so good for daddy.” he grunts as he forces more inside her, “Are you ready to be filled with daddy’s cum?”
Her inner walls trembled around his massive length as he managed to push himself completely inside her.
“You took it all like a good little girl.” He groaned, leaning down to kiss her on the lips, “This pussy is officially mine now.”
He kept pulling back and pushing inside at a steady pace, fucking her deeply and slowly.
“You feel incredibile.” He whispered, increasing his rhythm slightly as the sound of flesh on flesh filled the room as he pounded into her.
His left hand toying with her clit as his mouth left sloppy kisses on her nipples, biting and licking.
As he hit her g-spot with each thrust, he pressed harder against her clit.
Maria arched her back, moaning loudly.
“That’s it baby, let everyone know how much you like taking daddy’s cock.” he growled, his fingers picking up speed.
Her legs trembled as an orgasm built inside her, making her clench harder around his cock.
“You’re getting used to my size,” he murmured appreciatively, his huge length sliding in and out of her a bit more easily than before, “Daddy’s gonna break you in good.” He warned as his pace quickened.
“Fuck, come for daddy, doll. Squeeze my big cock with your little pussy.” He leaned down to suck a nipple into his mouth, the triple stimulation sending her over the edge.
He felt her pussy clamped down hard around his shaft, her juices coating it and dripping onto the mattress.
He released her nipples with a wet pop.
Feeling her pussy spasming wildly around his throbbing cock made him grith his teeth, fighting his own release, “You came all over daddy’s cock, good girl.” He slowly withdrew almost completely before slamming back in, his heavy balls slapping against her ass.
Steve’s movements became more erratic as he chased his own release.
With one final, powerful, thrust, he buried himself seep inside her and stills, his hot cum pumping into her womb, “Fucking take it, doll. Take every drop of daddy’s cum.” He groaned, his cock pulsing inside her as he emptied his load.
He leaned down, kissing Maria deeply, his tongue lapping eagerly hers.
“Such a good girl, taking my big cock and my seed.”
After a moment he slowly pulled out, his semi-hard cock slapping free form her well-fucked pussy.
Cum immediately started leaking out, coating her folds and dripping on the bed.
“What a beautiful mess.” He whispered, sliding a finger through their mixed juices and bringing it to her lips, “Taste how good we are.”
He hissed her after her tongue cleaned his finger, before diving down and cleaning her folds licking them.
He parted her thighs with his strong hands, exposing herslistening cunt before wiping it with his crumpled up shirt.
“I know it hurts.” Steve said as she hissed, “But daddy’s just cleaning you now, doll. You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, taking my cock like that…”
His touch is gentle as he made sure to be through but featherlike with his cleaning.
“Daddy’s so proud of you, baby.” He murmurs as he kissed the top of her head, holding her tenderly as her breathing returns to normal, “How are you feeling?”
“Sore.” Maria admitted.
His expression softened with concern as his gaze lowered to her cunt, still displayed, and saw it swollen and red.
“I’m so sorry doll.” He poured some water in a glass and settled down behind her to help her drink it, “Tomorrow it’ll hurt but I swear to God that I'll take care of you.”
“I know, I trust you.” she mumbled.
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Pairing: dom!SteveRogers x sub!reader
Tags: dark steve, past child abuse, past sexual abuse, childhood trauma, trauma, mental health issues, angst and hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort, older man/younger woman, power imbalance, slow burn (at least for me it is), sexual tension, vaginal sex, p in v sex, praise kink, oral sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, aftercare, running away, happy ending (everyone cheered)
Summary: She was the youngest recruit the Avengers had ever taken in. Quiet, obedient, and haunted by a past she refused to speak of. No one noticed the way she flinched when touched, or how she avoided eye contact. No one except Steve Rogers. Beneath his polished hero image, Steve saw something he couldn’t ignore: a need for protection, structure, and love.
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The moment Steve woke up, he knew something was wrong.
The space beside him was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. His hand slid over where she should have been, his stomach twisting when he realized she hadn’t just shifted in her sleep, she was gone.
His entire body tensed.
His senses sharpened, heart pounding as he sat up, scanning the room.
No shoes. No jacket.
The closet door was slightly open, and when he got up and checked, his fears were confirmed, her bag was missing.
She had left.
A slow, burning heat curled in his chest. His jaw clenched so tight it ached as he forced himself to take a breath. Think, Rogers. Where would she go?
His first instinct was to storm through the compound, to check every hallway, every room. But deep down, he already knew she wasn’t here.
She wouldn’t just wander off. She had planned this.
She had left him.
His hands curled into fists at his sides, anger and something else, something darker, coiling inside him.
Then he exhaled sharply, jaw tightening as he stormed out of the room.
Someone had to know something.
And he had a feeling he knew exactly who.
Bucky heard the door slam open before he saw Steve.
He barely had time to stand before Steve was on him, shoving him hard against the wall.
“Where is she?”
Bucky didn’t fight back. He just looked at Steve, calm and steady, even as Steve’s grip tightened on his shirt. “Good morning to you too, punk.” he joked.
“Where is she?” he repeated.
“I don’t know.”
Steve’s nostrils flared, his grip tightening for a second before he let go, stepping back.
His chest rose and fell with barely controlled rage, his hands clenching at his sides.
“Bullshit,” he growled. “You saw her.”
Bucky exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. I saw her.”
Steve’s heart pounded, his patience snapping. “And you let her go?”
Bucky’s jaw tensed. “She needed space.”
Steve let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “Space?” His lips curled. “She’s mine.”
Bucky’s gaze darkened. “And maybe that’s why she left.”
Steve’s entire body went rigid.
The room was dead silent for a long, tense moment.
Then, Steve took a slow step forward, voice dangerously low. “You think I don’t take care of her?”
Bucky didn’t flinch. “I think you scare her.”
Something sharp and cold stabbed through Steve’s chest.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “She’s just-”
“Steve,” Bucky cut him off, his voice quieter now. “I don’t think she even knows if she’s scared of you or not. She’s confused.”
Steve’s breath hitched.
His mind flashed back to all the times she had flinched. The way she would hesitate before answering him.
The way she always seemed just a little on edge, even when she was curled up against him.
His stomach turned.
Bucky sighed. “I didn’t stop her. But I gave her money. Made sure she wasn’t out there with nothing.”
Steve’s hands shook. He turned away, running a hand through his hair as he tried to steady himself. His chest felt too tight, like he couldn’t breathe.
She had left.
She had chosen to leave him.
And worst of all?
Maybe Bucky was right. Maybe he was the reason.
But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t bring her back. He had to.
Steve stood in the middle of his room, his mind racing. The air felt thick, suffocating. Every second she was gone made his muscles coil tighter, his heart hammering against his ribs.
He had to find her.
His fists clenched at his sides as he turned back to Bucky, who was still watching him warily.
“How long ago?” Steve asked, his voice strained.
Bucky exhaled through his nose. “Couple of hours. It was around two.”
Steve’s jaw tensed. That gave her a head start but not enough to get far.
She didn’t have a car, and even if Bucky had given her money, she wouldn’t know where to go.
“She doesn’t have anywhere,” Steve muttered to himself, his mind working through every possibility.
Bucky ran a hand through his hair. “Steve-”
“I have to get her,” Steve cut in sharply. “Before something happens.”
Bucky hesitated. “Maybe you should think about-”
Steve turned on him, his eyes dark and unrelenting. “No. She’s mine.”
Bucky’s expression hardened. “That’s the problem.”
Something in Steve snapped. He was across the room in a second, grabbing Bucky’s shirt and shoving him against the wall again.
“You think I don’t know that?” Steve hissed.
Bucky stared at him, unflinching.
“I know I scared her,” Steve admitted, his voice lower, rough. “But she’s still mine. And I’ll be damned if I let her run from me.”
“You’re my best pal but if you hurt her, I will kill you.” Bucky said calmly.
Steve released him and stepped back, breathing hard. His hands trembled as he forced himself to take a deep breath.
Then, without another word, he turned and stormed out of the room.
The city was alive, but Steve barely registered the noise as he moved through the streets, his mind locked on one thing: finding her.
She wasn’t trained like the others. She didn’t have experience hiding. That meant she’d stick to places she felt comfortable, places that wouldn’t question a young woman traveling alone.
Steve pulled out his phone, dialing FRIDAY.
“Sir?” the AI’s voice chimed.
“Scan the city. Look for her.” His grip tightened on the phone. “Now.”
There was a pause. Then-
“I have a match.”
Steve’s pulse kicked up, “Where?”
“Bus terminal. Main station.”
Steve didn’t hesitate. He was already moving.
She was curled up on a bench, her bag clutched to her chest.
Steve’s stomach twisted when he saw her. She looked small, lost. Her hair fell over her face, and her shoulders were hunched like she was trying to disappear.
She hadn’t run far. Hadn’t even left the city.
She didn’t want to leave.
She just didn’t know what else to do.
Steve exhaled, rolling his shoulders back before stepping forward.
The moment she looked up and saw him, her entire body went rigid.
His chest ached at the fear in her eyes.
She started to stand, her fingers tightening around her bag
Steve raised a hand. “Don’t.”
She froze.
Steve moved slowly, stepping closer but keeping his voice even. “You don’t have to run.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. “I- I just needed-”
“Space?” Steve guessed, his lips pressing together.
She nodded, her eyes darting away.
Steve sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “I scared you.”
She flinched at his bluntness but didn’t deny it.
Steve took another step closer, his voice quieter now. “You don’t have to be scared of me, sweetheart.”
Her hands gripped the strap of her bag. “I don’t know how not to be. I know I shouldn’t and a part of me isn’t but…”
Steve’s stomach twisted again.
He had pushed too hard. Taken too much.
And now, she didn’t even know how to be with him without fear.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Come home.”
She hesitated
“Please.”
Her breath caught, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.
Then, slowly, she gave a small nod.
Steve exhaled, some of the tension in his chest easing.
He reached for her bag. “Let me carry that.”
She didn’t argue.
And when she finally let him take it, when she let him guide her away from the station, Steve knew one thing for certain, he wasn’t letting her go again.
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