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Everything She Wants

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a bit of angst and fluff

A/N: this is my first time writing so please be nice but feedback is welcome. Most of my stories will be loosely based on songs I love and enjoy. Again I want to thank @imaginationintowords @altagraye @jobean12-blog @endless-summer-soldier for the support. I hope I make you proud. PLEASE LIKE ANS REBLOG

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"Being an Avenger was staring to take a toll on Bucky, and his 2 best friends Steve and y/n were starting to get concerned. In this time being an Avenger means the more missions you do, no matter how mundane they are, you are paid very well. The reason Bucky has been so over worked is because of his current girlfriend of 6 months, Susan.

When they first started dating, things were good for the first few weeks, Bucky loved her so much he wanted to do anything he could to please her. What Bucky didn’t know was his best friend y/n was already in love with the man.

Y/N met Bucky Just after everyone came back from the blip. Bucky was going to a local coffee shop to grab something to drink and relax, but when he got there all the tables were taken up. After grabbing his coffee he went looking for a table. Bucky saw her sitting by herself reading her book. He came up to her.

“Excuse me is this seat taken?”

Y/N looks up from her book and see's those beautiful blue eyes.

“Oh of course not please take a seat.”

A small silence falls between them and Bucky started to strike up a conversation about the book she was reading. From that day on they exchange numbers and became fast friends, but she couldn't get those blue eyes out of her mind. After knowing each other for a few days, they finally asked each other what they did for work. Y/N works for 1 of the local high schools in New York. When she asked Bucky what he did he was hesitant to say he was an Avenger. She didn't care what he did for a living she just cared for him as a friend. She was not the superficial type, if you were interesting, Kind, funny and overall caring person you won her over and be her friend for life.

1 day Bucky introduced her to his other best friend Steve rogers and soon they became fast friends. It’s been a year since y/n and Bucky met and things couldn’t be better but she had to hide her feelings from Bucky because she didn’t want to ruin such a great friendship if he didn’t feel the same way. So she kept her mouth shut. But Steve knew and he kept your secret. Then Bucky started dating Susan , they met at a bar while the 3 of you were out having drinks. She seemed nice at 1st but you and Steve started to notice how distant and tired Bucky was when he started dating her. 1 day when you came to the compound to visit Bucky and Steve You heard yelling coming from the living room.

You didn’t want to interrupt so you walked into the room as quiet as you could. It was Bucky on his phone and from what you could tell he seemed to be talking to Susan.

“Baby I’m trying my best here, but there’s no missions I can go on. I’m getting as much money as I can you have to believe me.” You started to get closer to understand what he was talking about.

“Yes I love you but this is getting to be too much for me, you want me to go on these missions and I haven’t seen you in a month. I need a break from all this work.”

You try to sneak by and get to Steve's room as fast as you could, you had to find out what was going on. Your best friend was exhausted and you couldn't understand why, you and Steve had to get to the bottom of this. When you got to his room you knock 3 times you only waited for a few before he opened the door. “Hey sweetie what’s up? Bucky is in the living room .” “I know I just snuck past him, Steve something is going on with Bucky and we need to know what it is. It sound like he was on the phone with Susan he was upset talking about how tired he was and that he was trying to get as much money as he can. What is he talking about?”

“I don’t know if Bucky ever told you but whenever we go on a mission we’d get a substantial amount of money .”

“ Okay that doesn't matter to me at all. Is that why he looks so depressed and tired? How many missions has he been on Steve? “

“I believe 15 missions in the last month. Ugh, I never really noticed it until you just asked me. We need to find out what's going on.”

“Steve, Do you think Susan is using Bucky for his money?”

“If she is, we need to put a stop to this. We are his friends and you have a big heart for the guy. I know you don’t want to see him hurting, neither do I. I want him to be happy with you then that woman, I know you would treat him like how a man should be treated.”

“Lets get our Bucky back.”

Bucky's POV

After getting off the phone with susan, there were a lot of things I had to think about. On one hand, I think I can see myself with her for the long run, but on the other I don't know how much longer I can keep going on missions and keep my sanity. I also feel like I have been pushing two of the most important people I have ever known. Steve has been by me since we were kids, helping me when i finally escaped Hydra and bringing me to Wakanda to help with my recovery. And y/n, I may have only known her for a year but she never turned away from me when she found out who I was. She has been such a ray of light with her optimism and fitting in with my friendship with Steve.

I got off the couch to get some water, when I just remembered I could have sworn I saw y/n come into the room. After drinking my water I went looking for her, maybe she is sitting in my room. When i didn't see her there i went to Steve's room. I went to go knock on the door but stopped hearing Steve and y/n talking about me. I only caught the last part of the conversation saying they were worried about me. I backed away and went to my room to take a quick shower.

When i came out, y/n was sitting on my couch in my room reading a book from my shelf, To kill a mocking bird. She hadn't seen me yet, but as I stood there watching her read, the sun was slightly shining on her and she was so pretty and relaxed on my couch. I never realized how cute she looked reading, eyes squinting at the words, lips moving and the way she turned the pages of the book. I stayed watching her for a few moments more when she looked up smiling and me.

"Oh Hi Bucky, did you have a good shower?"

"Yeah sweetheart. When did you get here?"

"Oh about 15-20 mins ago, you looked like you were busy so i went to find Steve until you were done."

I went to my closet to grab some clothes and change. While I did I was repeating in my mind what her and Steve where talking about. Maybe I have been so preoccupied with missions and susan I have been neglecting them both. After seeing y/n reading on my couch like she was meant to be there, something i noticed susan never seemed to. How could i be so stupid and not see it in front of me. She was a friend before she knew who I was and after she knew everything she stayed and never made me feel bad about it. I knew she was happy for me when I told her I was dating susan but looking back she looked a little disappointed. Did she like me and I'm just now seeing it? If she does she sure does hide it well. Maybe I need to talk about this to Steve get his advice. I returned to the room and sat next to y/n.

"So what brings you by today Angel?"

"I came by to see if you wanted to grab some take-out and watch a movie or two."

"I think we can arrange something. What do you feel like having, I can tell F.R.I.D.A.Y to order it?"

"That sounds great, how about some pizza? Do you want to hang in your room or the living room?"

"Lets stay here for a change, its more comfortable."

While I was telling F.R.I.D.A.Y our pizza order, y/n was getting more blankets and pillows for my bed making us our own personal nest. I went downstairs to grab our pizzas and on the way i went to the kitchen and fished out some beers and water for the night. When i got back to my room, y/n was all set up in the middle of my bed cuddled up in blankets like a burrito. I had to laugh a little bit at her.

"What?"

"Nothing, just admiring how cute and comfortable you look now. Like your ready to go to sleep instead of eating and watching movies."

"I think with the amount of pillows and blankets I got, I might just fall asleep."

"Well lets get to eating this pizza before it gets cold."

As we were eating and watching Sixteen Candles (one of her favorites) I would steal a few glances at her here and there. Look at the way she smiles while watching the movie.

No i cant be thinking like this right now, I have a girlfriend.

I go back to watching the movie taking a sip of my beer. As she pokes me in the stomach telling me her favorite part is coming up i hear her laughing at the school dance scene. Man I could listen to her laugh for the rest of my life. I shook my head trying to get these thoughts out. We were long done with the pizza by the middle of the movie while she was 3 beers in. Just before the end of the movie she had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I kissed her on the top of head and laid her on the opposite side of the bed. I went to throw away the boxes and empty beer bottles, when I came back she looked so peaceful. I slid to my side to make sure she had enough room on the bed. I was laying on my back when she shifted and put her head on my chest and wrapped her arm over my torso. My stomach dropped and my heart started beating fast. Oh crap I'm in trouble and I don't know what to do.

I heard her mumbling something in Spanish (she’s Mexican American) then she said it a little bit louder “te amo mucho bucky.” Then kissed my chest. Now I definitely need to talk to Steve.

Y\N POV

You woke up the next morning, Wondering what happened last night, when you look over you see that you're sleeping in Bucky's bed. You had to use the bathroom, but didn't want to wake him up. You tried to shift yourself out of his grip, once you were free, you scurry to bathroom. When your done doing your business you wash your hands and face and reflect on what happened. It felt nice waking up in his arms sleeping so peacefully. You wish you could do that for the rest of your life, but he has a girlfriend who your sure is using him for his money. It angers you so much. When you exit the bathroom, bucky is still sleeping so you grab your shoes and leave him a note on the pillow you slept on. You told him you were going to get some coffee and pastries from the coffee shop they met.

She quietly left the room, when she was passing up the kitchen she saw Steve coming in from his run.

"Hey I was just about to go get some coffee for bucky and I, do you want to come along? "

"Sure sweetie let me just get some clean clothes on , meet me at the front entrance."

"OK Stevie."

Ten minutes later you and Steve head off to the coffee shop.

When you arrive there is about 7 people ahead of you in line, while waiting you look around and a few tables away you see susan having drinks with a friend of hers. You elbow Steve and tell him to look to your left. He sees her and it looks like they are having an intense conversation. You tell him your going to stand by and hopefully she won't see you. As you approach they are talking about Bucky, so you take your phone out and pull up your recording app and press record.

As you stand there pretending to look at the mugs and cd's something she says catches your attention.

"You would not believe how much money he gets paid for going on these missions. Just think if I had gone with who I really wanted to which was Steve Rogers just think how much he would be bringing in. I still can't believe he is letting me have most of his money when he does these."

You couldn't believe it, you actually got her saying that she's basically using bucky for his money. You pretty much had everything you needed to tell bucky. You snuck away back to Steve when he just got to the front of the line. You gave the cashier you and buckys order plus asked for some blueberry muffins and a few chocolate chips walnut cookies your favorite. As you were waiting you told Steve what happened. He was floored, now you both just had to figure out how and when to tell him.

You both got back to the compound and as you got up to their living quarters, Bucky was coming from the direction of his room. All mussed up hair and sleepy looking, so adorable. You go to give him a hug.

"Hey did you get my note?"

"I did angel, what did you get me?"

You showed him the big bag of pastries and gave him his coffee (straight black) as always. All 3 of you ate at the dinning table chatting and having your breakfast. After eating you had to head back home to take a shower and run a few errands. You told then both you would be by tomorrow for game night. When you left that gave bucky the opportunity to talk to Steve about last night.

" Hey Steve I need to talk to you about something."

"Sure buck, what is it?"

"Last night when y/n was here I started seeing her a different way that I never thought I could. I saw her in a new light. Plus after the movie ended she fell asleep so I laid her down and I went to throw away the beer and pizza boxes. I laid down and, she scooted over to my side and in her sleep she started mumbling some things in Spanish but I caught the last part of it. Steve she said 'te amo mucho'. I think she told me she loves me."

Steve sat there just listening knowing how much she loves bucky.

"Steve what do I do?"

"Well how do really feel about it yourself? Are you starting to have feelings for her or not, because if not don't say anything it will just make things more difficult for your friendship with her. But if you truly do have strong feelings for her then you have to look at your relationship with susan. Can you let her go to pursue something with y/n?"

"Well things haven't been going so well with me and susan."

"I know buck, I can tell things have been a bit stressful for you lately. Look can you give me a minute I need to shoot a quick text and we can finish this."

"Yeah sure go ahead."

Steve walked out to the hall way and text y/n asking her to send him the voice recording of susan this morning. He let her know that bucky brought up that him and susan are not doing so good and decided this is the time to let him know.

She agreed and sent the recording.

Steve came back into the living room where bucky was just staring at the wall looking like he was thinking.

"Hey you doing ok buck?"

"Yeah just trying to figure out what I want to do."

"Well I have something that may sway you in that decision."

"What is it?"

"This morning when y/n and I were at the Cafe we saw susan having a conversation with one of her friends. So while I waited in line she went by her to see what they were talking about. When she heard them talking about you she started to record. This is what she got."

Steve gave him the phone and pressed play. What he heard shocked him and Steve since he never asked y/n what she exactly said.

When the recording ended bucky was furious. He needed to call susan and completely end things, he can't be with someone who is using him for his money. He gave the phone back to Steve and went to call susan and asked her to come over.

While he was doing that, Steve called y/n and told him what happened.

"Y/N I think you should come over as soon as you can. I think you and bucky need to talk."

"OK I have a few more things to do and I will be over in like 2 hours is that ok?"

"Yeah that should be plenty of time."

Meanwhile, Bucky is waiting for Susan to arrive to the compound. When she arrives she gives a him a hug and a kiss but she can tell he doesn't reciprocate.

"Honey is something wrong?"

"I wanted to see you and talk to you."

"OK sure, did something happen on your last mission?"

"No everything went fine, but I do have a question.” They sat down on the couch “Do you really love me?"

"Of course I do honey, what's this about?"

Bucky had Steve send him the recording of Susan and her friend. He took his phone out and pressed play. When she started hearing her voice her blood ran cold and eyes wide. As soon as the recording ended, she looked at him and saw rage in his eyes.

"Honey please don't be upset."

"Upset!? I'm well past upset. How could you do this? I thought you loved me but all you wanted from the beginning was my money. Plus you didn't even want me you wanted my best friend!?"

"Honey please.."

"Save it I don't ever want to see you again. You completely betrayed me, you're lucky I'm not having you dragged out of here."

"Fine, truth is I completely wasted my time with you anyways."

"Get the hell out of here!"

As susan walked out, you were coming back in. You looked at her with complete disgust.

"What are you looking at?"

"Just watching the trash walk themselves out."

Susan was about to launch herself at y/n but she swung her right arm back and punched her in the nose.

F.R.I.D.A.Y informed everyone what had happened and rushed to the ground floor. Just as Steve and bucky got there, they watched as susan was being dragged off by security and y/n putting an ice pack on her knuckles.

"Did you just punch her in the nose?" Steve had asked her.

"Well yeah, I gave her a dirty look and insult and she was about to attack me so I beat her to it."

Bucky was is shock, he never thought y/n to be the violent type. His sweet bookworm angel punched someone. He just stood there staring at her with so much pride and adoration. He knew then that he had to tell her no matter the consequences.

He walked up to her taking her injured hand in his looking it over, her breath hitched at his delicate touch.

"Does it hurt?"

"Just a little bit." Sounding breathless.

He looks her in the eyes and it never falters. This is his moment.

"Angel, I have to tell you something now before I lose my nerve. I finally see what’s been in front of me all this time, a woman who is strong, caring, smart, she throws a mean punch and I’m completely in love with her." He laughs.

Her eyes go wide at his confession, she never thought he had the same feelings for her as she did for him. She had to say something before he took it back.

"Buck, I've loved you for so long, I never thought you would see me as anything other than a friend. I didn't want to ruin the best friendship I've had in years. I was so alone when the blip happened and when everyone came back I still felt alone until I met you."

A small tear rolls down her cheek and bucky wipes it away with his thumb. He looks down at her lips and back to her eyes and she sees it.

He comes closer to her lips and she meets him halfway. The kiss is soft and gentle at first, bucky drags his tongue to her bottom lip for entrance and she let's him. As soon as their tongues meet they both moan into the kiss and it deepens from there. Hungry and desperate, the outside world doesn't exist in this moment. They finally pull away for air, leaning on each other's foreheads.

"Damn!”

"Is this really happening, am I dreaming? "

"Yes it is, I hope you know from now on I'm never letting you go."

"I think I can handle at."

You hear a throat clear, Steve was behind bucky. You look over and he has a big grin on his face.

"I'm glad you pulled your head out of your ass and saw what was there all along jerk."

"Shut up punk."

Bucky looks back at y/n.

"How about I take you out on a date? Tomorrow night?"

"I would really love that bucky."

"Come on let me take you to the med bay to get that looked at properly."

As they head to the elevator waiting for the doors to open, they look at each other one more time. As the doors close they have one more kiss.

You never know when your future is right in front of you in the form of your best friend.

Fin

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sebsgirl71479 · 1 year ago

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Thank you so much for reblogging I swear I will finish this story lol

Forever My Love

Steve Rogers x Curvy Female Reader

Other characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton

Warnings: As much fluff as your heart can handle, (later chapter, smut, unprotected sex, dry humping.)

A/N: I had this originally as a Chris Evans story but the climate surrounding him I didn't feel comfortable writing it. Maybe when things calm down I'll go back to writing Chris stories. In the meantime I hope you enjoy this little story. This is Part 1. Again please comment and reblog, they make me happy.

You wouldn’t necessarily call yourself an outcast, You had friends, you went out and had fun but you pretty much stayed to yourself. Your best friends were Wanda and Clint. You were pretty much the 3 musketeers. All 3 of you lived in the same cul de sac as well as 2 other families, the Barnes’ and Rogers’. You always saw them hanging out together but the 3 of you never really hung out that much with them. Them being Bucky and Steve.

You were so shy, that when Wanda and Clint came to ask you to play when you were kids you almost ran home too afraid to say hello. After a few more attempts to ask you to play, your mother talked to you and just told you to give them a chance because they seemed like nice kids. Since that day you have never looked back and thank your mother for pushing you to the 2 best friends you’ll ever have. And now here you are senior year at Howard Stark High School, named after the famed inventor from your hometown. Summer had been great, you and Wanda both worked at the local ice cream shop called May’s while Clint worked right next door at Hawk archery store. Before the first day of school you told wanda that you wanted a little bit of a change for senior year. So she came over and had a day of beauty and went over what you wanted to change.

You always wore simple clothes not really being too much into fashion like wanda but you wanted to branch out. Being a bit of a thicker gal it was always hard to find cute clothes that fit you, so you both headed out of your small town to the next one over and found some great clothes to help in your little change you wanted. When you got back Clint was a little butt hurt that he wasn’t asked to join so you let him come over and gave him a facial and manicure which he didn't mind. What you didn't notice was when you got back from the shops, Steve was watching you from his front yard as he was mowing it. He was shy like you but you never noticed it because you always thought he was as confident as Bucky. When in reality he was an awkward teen and didn't know how to talk to girls, especially ones he really liked, like you. He really wanted to ask you out but was afraid of you turning him down. He didn’t want any other girls, he wanted you.

After you went in your house he finished his work and went inside his house and took a shower to get the summer heat and sweat off him before he walked over to Bucky’s house. He needed advice and the only person who could give him that was Bucky. Walking over to Bucky’s house he just lets himself in with a small knock on the door announcing himself. “Hey Buck, it’s me where are you?” Bucky peeked his head around the corner scaring the crap out of Steve. “Right here buddy, what's up!”

“Oh jesus christ buck don't do that.”

“Sorry about that. Come on, let's go play video games before our brains start to melt with school work soon.” Steve just shakes his head in disbelief. Bucky may say he doesn’t like school but he has some of the best grades in the school.

“Actually Bucky, I need your help with something.” Seeing the seriousness on his face Bucky knew he really had to hear him out. “What’s up?” With a hefty sigh Steve got to the point.

“You know y/n across the street? I want to ask her out, but I don't know how to approach her. I think she is just pretty and I'm afraid I’ll say the wrong thing.”

“Alright pal, first of all have you ever talked to her?” Looking down at his hands he shakes his head no.

“Look I know you’re a bit shy but we have to try and get past that so you can get the girl, because you don't want to lose her to someone else.”

“God buck, she’s so damn pretty I don't know how I'm going to do this. Plus, I don't know how I will get her alone. Clint and Wanda are always with her like a shield.”

“Hey don’t worry about that. They are like us always together looking after each other. I can see it. I'm sure they are just protective of the other.” Soon enough Bucky was giving Steve the right way to speak to you and hopefully try and ask you out on a date.

The next day was the first day of school and you were a little nervous about your outfit. Wanda assured you that it looked great on you and to not overthink it. So you stepped out of your house with Wanda and Clint waiting for you in Clint's car. You're wearing a cute brown sundress with a jean jacket and low top sneakers. As you walk, Clint starts blasting Cherry pie by Warrant and they both start whistling as you walk towards the car. You just shake your head at your two dorky friends and get in the back seat. “Y/N you look fantastic no one at school is going to believe it’s you.” Wanda was beaming like a proud mamma. “If you weren’t my best friend I'd ask you out.”

“Clint that’s very sweet but you’re like my brother that would be weird.” While all this was happening Steve watched you drive off with your friends as he was getting in his car with Bucky. He was driving too fast to see you in the back but he couldn't wait to see you at school.

“Hey lover-boy, let's get going or we’ll be late.”

“Shut up Bucky and get in the car.”

Steve starts the car and backs out of his driveway and heads down the road towards school. The parking lot was chaotic with students milling around or standing by their cars showing off what they did to them during the summer. As Steve drove into the lot he saw you and your friends standing by Clint's car and there so happened to be an empty spot next to it. He carefully parked next to you and shut the engine off. You turned around when you saw a car park next to you and your friends and saw it was Steve and Bucky. When Steve stepped out of his car he looked amazing, wearing dark wash jeans, a white t-shirt and brown leather jacket.

Wow, was he always this good looking? Was your inner thoughts. He looked right at you as soon as he closed his door and gave you a lopsided smile. You returned his smile with one of your own and a small wave. You then felt warmth on your face and ducked your face down and looked away.

Oh my god she looks like a goddess in that dress. That is what Steve was telling himself as he saw you standing by the car. The smile he gave you was a shot in the dark in hopes you would return it and you did. He felt his heart flutter when you smiled back, he’s really glad his asthma is under control now otherwise he would be having an attack right now. When you turned back to talk to your friends Bucky grabbed Steve by the shoulders as if to say ‘that's a good first start’ They both headed into the building to get their schedules and a quick bagel from the cafeteria.

When you get to your 1st hour, you’re a little bummed that your friends aren't in this class with you but you do see a familiar face, Steve Rogers. This was honors biology and so everyone was sat 2 at a lab table, since you didn't know anyone else you start walking towards Steve. Steve looks up to see you enter the classroom looking for a place to sit. When you spot him you start walking to him almost hesitantly.

“Um, is th-this seat taken?” He looks at you like you just gave him the hardest equation known to man, when you ask again he shakes himself from his stupor and smiles up at you.

“Oh, no go ahead, it'd be a pleasure to have you sit with me.” ‘Smooth Rogers, real smooth’ You giggled at his response and sat down next to him. Steve throws caution to the wind and decides to speak first. Come on you dork you can do it.

“You know we’ve lived in the same cul de sac since we were kids and we’ve never really talked to each other?”

“I think that has to do with Clint and Wanda taking up all my free time.” You both laugh a little bit, then your laughter stops as soon as your teacher enters the room.

“Okay class welcome back for another great school year” He said a little sarcastically. “So just to let you know, I hope you like where you are sitting because the person next to you will be your lab partner for the remainder of the school year.” You and Steve look at each other with wide eyes but smile in the end. Your teacher goes over the basic safety procedures for the lab and most of the projects that you all will be doing during the year.

The last 5 mins of class the teacher gives everyone time to get to know their partner. All you and Steve can do is smile and laugh at pretty much nothing, then the bell rings. You gather your things and put them in your backpack and Steve does the same.

“So what class do you have next?” You look at your schedule and see what you have next.

“Um, I have financial algebra next.”

“Really? So do I.” and he shows you his schedule and sees that you have the next 2 classes together.

“Oh wow, what a coincidence.”

“Can I walk with you to class?” Steve asks nervously.

“I’d Like that a lot” You walk towards the door and he lets you pass first like a gentleman and you head down the hall and to the right towards algebra. Entering the class you see both Wanda and Bucky sitting in the same row but 2 desks separating them.

They see you both come in and wave at their respected friends. Steve lets you walk ahead of him and you sit to Wanda’s right and Steve to Bucky’s left. Wanda starts talking first.

“So what was that about?”

“What, we had the first hour together and found out that we have the 1st 3 classes together so he walked me here.” While you're talking to Wanda, Bucky starts asking Steve a million questions.

“So did you ask her out yet? Why did you walk her to class? Do you think she likes you, because I saw the way she looked at you before she sat down?”

“Bucky slow down man. Well she came into 1st hour and asked to sit next to me. Turns out we’re gonna be lab partners all year. We went to leave class and I asked what her next call was because I didn't want to leave her side and we have 3 classes together.”

“Steve, I think being able to ask her out is going to be easier than you thought huh?”

Steve looks over at you and smiles, you look over your shoulder at the same time and smile back at him with a blush. He turns back to Bucky with a big grin on his face. “I’m gonna try my hardest to ask her out real soon and treat her like the goddess she is.” Wanda looks back at you after you turn back around and gives you a look.

“What?” “What do you mean, what? Since when are you and Steve so friendly and that little smile he gave you?”

“It was just friendly. I don't think it meant anything.”

“Well whatever it was, don't lose it because I think he might be into you.” You weren’t a girl that the guys ever went for but seeing the way Steve was smiling at you and wanting to walk you to class stirred something in you.

Your next class with Steve was advanced studio painting. Knowing you and Steve loved art was something unexpected but refreshing. Again you two sat close to each other in the class, looking at the other when the other wasn’t paying attention. This new thing between you and Steve almost felt natural like you were meant to connect now for some reason. Clint sat behind you guys and noticed this new development, he would bring it up to you later at lunch. When class ended it was time for lunch so you headed out towards the parking lot to meet Wanda at Clint’s car. Steve caught up with you while you were walking.

“So, um what are you doing for lunch?”

“Oh, uh Wanda, Clint and I head down the street to the sub shop and hang there. It's sort of a tradition for us.” “Oh.” You could see disappointment in his eyes.

“Would you like to join us? The more the merrier, I mean if you want to?” He gave you the biggest, brightest smile that could light up a room.

“Yeah that would be great let me just go tell Bucky and we can meet you there?”

“That sounds great, can’t wait to see you.” And just like that Steve runs to find Bucky to tell him their lunch plans. You laugh at his eagerness and begin your trek to the car. Clint and Wanda are already waiting by the car when you walk up. “Hey guys, um do you mind if someone joins us for lunch, they’ll meet us there?”

“Is it Steve?” Clint is the first to pipe up.

“How do you know?”

“Please y/n i was sitting behind you guys in art class, i could see the looks you were giving each other.”

“They did the same thing in algebra this morning.” You look away in embarrassment but you know your friends mean well. “Yes it's Steve, is that okay with you guys?”

“Sure, we have no problem right Clint?” Wanda gives him a pointed look. He’s like a big brother so he can be protective. “Yeah sure, let's get going before all the good spots are gone.”

Steve had such a supportive friend in Bucky. When he told him about lunch and being able to hang out with you, Bucky was on board anything to get his buddy the girl of his dreams. They arrived at the shop just as you had parked and got out of the car. You gave Clint your order and leant on the car waiting. You guys loved this place. It had great food and always 80s and 90s music blasting from the speakers. Steve walked up to you as Bucky went to put his and Steve’s orders in.

“Hey there.” “Hey yourself. Have you ever been here?”

“A few times.” “Yeah we love this place, it just feels nostalgic.” You both just stare at the other like you’re the only two people around. While this is happening Bucky is standing behind Wanda and Clint in line. This gave Clint the opportunity to ask Bucky what’s been on his mind since class.

“Hey Bucky, I have to ask. Is Steve really into y/n or this some sick joke to play on her? Because she’s really shy and has never had a guy be interested in her like I see Steve being. I don't want her to get hurt. She's like a sister to me and I don't want her heart to get broken by the first guy that's interested in her.”

“Hey Clint i get it, i know we’ve pretty much known each other since we were kids but don't know much about the other. But what I do know is Steve is completely into her and wants to treat her right. He’s just as shy as she is and this is a big step for him to talk to a girl he likes. So no this is not a joke he really is into her 100%.”

“Okay then, let’s get our two shy, socially awkward friends together then.”

Soon enough, you both are pulled from your little bubble by your friends coming back with your lunches. You spend the rest of lunch talking and getting to know one another. Living in the same cul de sac for so long the 5 of you hardly know much about the others. When it's just about time to head back to campus you go to open the back passenger door when you're stopped by a hand on your elbow. You turn around to see Steve smiling down at you and moving his hand lower to your hand. You feel goosebumps and tingles all the way down your arm to your tummy.

“I was really hoping that this wouldn’t end.”

“Me too, I enjoyed our time together.”

“Then let me take you out this friday night?” You almost can't believe it, Steve Rogers is asking you out on a date. He has a twinkle in his eyes of hopefulness.

“I’d really like that Steve, But I've never been on a date before. I don't want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, so what do you say? Friday night 6pm?”

“Sounds great, you know where I live.” He takes your hand in his and lifts it up to his lips and kisses your knuckles. The butterflies in your heart travel to your stomach in a tornado. In Steve’s car Bucky is punching the air in victory for his friend. Wanda is happily clapping her hands and Clint is looking on like a proud brother.

Getting in the car you are on cloud 9, not even paying attention to Wanda talking to you about what you're going to wear on your date. Steve is so happy he is practically speeding towards school making Bucky hold on for dear life. When you got back to school you really didn’t pay much attention to your last 3 classes, thinking too much about Steve. Steve was no better himself. Practically daydreaming in class, that Bucky had to smack him on the back of the head when the teacher asked him a question in world history class. When the final bell rang, everyone ran out of their classes to get out and head home or to their after school jobs.

When you guys were driving home you could see Steve and Bucky behind you heading their way home. When you turned around to see you smiled and Steve could see you so he waved back. Clint parked in his family's driveway and you all got out to head to your own homes. Wanda ran to her house dropping off her backpack and headed over to your house. She had to talk to you about what happened today. She practically busted through your front door yelling.

“HI MRS. Y/L/N! I JUST CAME TO TALK TO Y/N!” Your mom almost jumped out of her shoes.

“Oh my goodness Wanda, what is the hurry?”

“No time to talk, gotta get to y/n’s room.” Your mom just shook her head and went back to getting dinner ready.

As you’re putting your jacket in your closet you can hear your best friend barreling her way into your house. You just laugh and wait for her to bust into your room.

“Okay girl, we have to figure out what you’re going to wear on your date with Steve.”

“Hey calm down, I haven't even told my mom yet.”

“Well let's put an outfit together then I’ll come down with you so you can tell your mom. She’s going to be so excited for you.” Wanda heads into your closet and searches for a few outfits for friday. After about an hour of mixing matching clothes you find the right outfit. Heading out of your room, you find your mom in the living room relaxing a bit. You’re a little bit nervous to tell her about this date.

“Um, mom, there's something I want to tell you. Now before I do,I want you to know I'm really excited about this and I hope you will be too.”

“Alright sweetie whatever it is, I'll be happy for you.” With a big sigh you get to it.

“I have my first ever date friday night.”

“Oh my gosh, my baby has a date. Who is it with sweetie? Is he a nice boy?”

“Oh mom, he is so sweet and such a nice guy. It’s Steve Rogers from across the street.”

“The shy young man with the blonde hair?”

“Yes mom, I'm really excited for this and I hope you will let me go?”

“Of course baby, I don’t see any problem with you going out with Steve. He’s such a nice boy, I hope you have fun and tell me everything afterwards, okay?”

“I will mom, thank you so much.”

“Alright dinner will be ready soon, Wanda are you staying to eat?”

“Oh I have to get home to help my mom with our dinner but maybe another night. Y/N I will talk to you later.”

“Okay Wanda, talk to you later.”

After you finished dinner you went to your room and cleaned up the mess you and Wanda made with the clothes. Out of the corner of your eye you see movement from your window. You go over and lift up the window and see Clint in his room rocking out to some music. Since you were kids you and Clint tied a rope between your windows and put a bell to let the other know you wanted to talk. When you hear the song fade out you tug on the rope and the bell starts to ring. He turns around and sees you laughing at him and goes to open his window.

“Hey buttercup, whatcha want?”

“I just wanted to see how you were doing? You’ve been kind of quiet since I told you guys about Steve asking me out and I wanted to know if you’re okay with it?”

“Buttercup, you're like a sister to me and I just want to see you happy. But I will say this, I'm sure he won't do it but if he hurts you I will hurt him.” He looks at you trying to look serious. All you can do is laugh when he breaks out into a big smile.

“I knew I could count on you Clint, thank you for being there for me.” “Anything for you buttercup, now let me get back to my personal concert and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight Bro.” With that you close your window and get ready for bed.

Across the street it’s pretty much the same at Steve’s house. His mom and dad were very happy for him. He couldn’t stop talking about you at dinner. Steve’s mom was worried he wouldn’t come out of his shell, but now knowing he was able to ask a sweet, pretty girl who he says is the girl of his dreams, she couldn’t be happier for him. And of course his dad gave him ‘the talk’ to which Steve had a deep blush on his face the whole time.

“Dad, I’m a gentleman, I’m not going to do anything like that on the first date. I’m just hoping for a kiss, that's all”

“Well son, I just want to make sure you’re prepared for when the time comes. I know we taught you well and have good manners.”

“I know dad, I just want to treat her right. I know it seems soon and I’m young and all but, she’s it for me dad. I can see her with me for the rest of my life.”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself son, take it one day at a time.”

"I will dad, don’t worry.” After helping his mom clean up the dishes from dinner he went upstairs to get ready for bed. He got under the covers ready to sleep but all he could do was stare at the ceiling and think of you and see you tomorrow at school. With a big smile on his face he turned over and fell asleep with your face on his mind.

The rest of the school week went like the first day. You and Steve talking more and being flirtatious to each other. When Friday came you were a ball of nerves, so was Steve. When you got home from school Clint and Wanda came over to help you out with getting ready, even though Clint didn't do much but sit at your desk and talk about what not to do on the date. That big brother mentality he has around you. Bucky was laying on Steve’s bed exasperated because he was overthinking what to wear on your date.

“Steve, bud go simple. Wear that light blue button up and jeans. Don't go fancy unless you’re taking her somewhere fancy, just go with that shirt.”

“Yeah you’re right. Ugh I’m so nervous man. What if i fuck up and i never see her again?”

“That's impossible, you’re the human equivalent of a golden retriever. Chicks dig that, besides you are the nicest guy i know she’ll like whatever you do.”

Before you knew it, it was 6pm and Your doorbell rang. Wanda let out an excited squeal and made sure to check your make-up to see if it was still good and ran towards the door as your mom opened it. As soon as you went to your door, Clint stopped you.

“Y/N look i want you to know, I’m happy for you. And if he tries to pull anything during the date you call me, but I have a feeling you won’t because he’s a good guy.” You gave Clint a quick hug and left your room. You got to the living room where your mom was talking to Steve. When they heard your shoes clicking on the floor, they turned around at the same time. Your mom had a big smile on her face. Steve looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head.

“Sweetie, you look wonderful.” Your mom beamed with pride. Steve stood up and walked over to you still he hadn’t said anything until he was about 2 feet away from you. He grabbed your hand and brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of your hand.

“You look absolutely beautiful.” You wore a long sleeve bodysuit with an orange skirt and thigh high boots.

"Thank you Steve, you look very handsome, that shirt really brings out your eyes.” You both were blushing with each other's compliments.

“Well if you’re ready your chariot awaits.” With a small giggle, Steve intertwined his hand with yours and walked towards the front door. You turned around and said bye to your mom and 2 best friends. He actually drove his car from across the street where his house was to yours instead of walking over. His car was a dream, a 1971 Chevy Chevelle plus it was a convertible that sold you.

“Have I ever told you I really like your car?”

“No you haven’t but I'm glad you do. Most girls aren't into cars nowadays.” He opened the passenger door for you and didn't let go of your hand until you were seated and then closed your door. He ran over to his side and got in.

You both drove off in comfortable silence just enjoying each other's presence. He drove you to a local diner that everyone in town really enjoyed, Ben’s Diner. He found a parking space and turned off the engine, before you could reach for the handle he stopped you.”

You stay there I’ll get the door for you.” You blushed a little bit at his gentleman-like behavior. He got out and came to your door and as he opened it he stretched out his hand for you to take. Closing the door he brings your hand into the crook of his elbow and walks you towards the diner. Then you kind of paused a bit and this caught Steve’s attention. In your head you're thinking, are there people from school here if they are, are they going to make comments about you being here with Steve?

“Hey is everything okay?”

“I just got nervous all of a sudden. What if there are kids from school here? What if they think I shouldn't be with you?”

It was no secret that Steve was a very good looking guy, well built, beautiful blue eyes you can get lost in. “Who cares what they say. I’m here with you. Can I tell you a secret?”

You nod your head for him to continue. “This is actually my first date. You're the only girl I've ever wanted to ask out. There’s been no one else I have ever wanted to be with than you.” You look at him with wide eyes. You thought Steve would have had girls before you, boy were you wrong. And to tell you he’s been wanting to ask you out for a long while now makes your heart skip a beat.

“I didn't know you have been wanting to ask me out for so long. Okay let’s go in.” With big smiles you both enter the diner. When you go in you see May, your old boss from the ice cream shop behind the counter helping out. Her nephew Peter is bussing tables as well. “Y/N sweetheart, i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, come here and give me a hug.” May was like another mom to you and Wanda. She walks from behind the counter and gives you a bone crushing hug.

“May, it’s so great to see you. Oh, May this is Steve Rogers, Steve this is May Parker my old boss at the ice cream shop.”

“Ma’am it's nice to meet you.” He tries to shake her hand but she’s a hugger so she wraps her arms around he middle giving him the same bone crushing hug.

“Oh please we don't shake hands, we are huggers. And please call me May, ma’am makes me feel old. So what brings you two here tonight?”

“Actually May, this is Steve and I’s first date.” The biggest smile appears on her face. “Well then let me show you my special spot just for tonight.” She grabs a few menus and leads you both over to a quiet corner of the diner.

“Ben usually uses this when he wants a quiet place to finish doing the books for the diner and shop but this is the perfect spot for a date this special.” “Thank you so much, you’re the best.” You sit opposite of each other in the booth and start looking at the menu. Dinner went great, you talked, you laughed and you noticed that no one was really paying attention to the two of you. Just before the check came, Peter came over to grab your plates from the table and chatted with you for a bit. He was a junior at your high school and it seemed that he and Steve had a lot in common.

Steve paid the bill and you were both off and out of the diner, full and happy. You both waved to Ben who was in the kitchen and May who was manning the counter. Walking hand in hand back to Steve’s car, again he opened your door and led you inside.

“So where are we going next?” “That my beautiful angel is a surprise.” You blushed at the pet name he just gave you.

“Hey, why don’t you show me what this car can do Stevie?” “Wow, you just got way hotter y/n"

With that he pulls out of the parking lot and heads down the road and notices there are hardly any cars on the street. So he looks over at you and then starts shifting gears to get the car up to speed and then punches it into 4th gear and you’re loving it. Steve sees the pure joy on your face and he knows then and there, you're it for him and he hasn't even kissed you yet. When Steve sees the road he has to take he slows down and turns off the main road. As he is driving he pushes the button to let the top down on the car. In a few minutes you come to a clearing and park it over a small lookout. Steve shut off the car but keeps the music playing on the stereo.

“Oh Steve, this is beautiful. I don't think I've ever been here before.” “Yeah Bucky told me about this place and I thought it would be a great place for our date, plus we can stargaze.”

That’s when you look up and see how clear the night is and see every star and constellation. Just then Steve grabs a blanket from the back seat and lays it over both your laps. You look over at him and slide over closer to him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and you both lean back and watch the stars twinkle in the sky. Every few seconds Steve rubs your shoulder and arms to keep you warm. You look over at Steve who is already staring at you with a small grin on his face. He brings up his other hand to your cheek and caresses it, then he moves it to the back of your neck into your hair. Your breath hitches, thinking to yourself ‘oh god is he going to kiss me now?’ You’ve never kissed a boy before and you’re worried you’ll be bad.

“You’re so beautiful, I've been waiting so long to ask you this. Can I kiss you?” Feeling breathless you answer him.

“Yes. But I should tell you, this is my first kiss and I don't want to disappoint you.”

“This is my first kiss too, and I'm glad it’s with you.” He brings your face towards his and you close your eyes when you feel his breath on your lips. He closes the gap more and he gently presses his lips to yours. It’s sweet and slow but still passionate. After a few seconds he gets bold and swipes his tongue into your mouth and you grant him entrance. You bring your hands to his chest and move them to his hair. His hands are now on your hips and he grabs them tight and moves you closer to him, if that’s possible. He wants to feel all of you. After you have the need to breathe, you break away from the kiss but just a little so you’re still close to his lips.

“That’s the best first kiss ever.” “Yeah, I never thought it would be that good Steve.”

Steve gives you one more peck on the lips and you lay your head on his shoulder and enjoy the rest of your time together. When it's almost 10pm, Steve starts up the car to head back into town and drives you home. When he turns into your street, you start to dread the end of your date. He parks in front of your house and you can see the light in your living room still on. Most likely your mom is waiting for you. You start to play with your fingers nervously not knowing what to do. Steve gets out of the car and opens your door and walks you to your door. You start to fish out your keys to keep your mind busy.

“I had a really great time Steve, thank you.” “Me too. I really want to see you again.”

“Really?” “Yeah, I know this is fast but, you’re it y/n. There’s no one else I want in this world.”

“Oh Steve, I feel the same way.” He wraps his arms around your waist and lifts you up a little bit and kisses you breathless. He puts you back on your feet and kisses your forehead, before loosening his grip on you.

“Good night Steve.”

“Goodnight y/n. I’ll text you okay.”

“Okay.” With a big smile on his face he runs to his car and drives across the street to his house and heads into his house.

While you and Steve were having your moment, all of your friends were each looking out their windows wanting to see how the date went. Wanda clapped and squealed from her bedroom, Clint was in the garage repairing his arrows shaking his head seeing how happy you were, and Bucky was sitting in his living room punching the air when Steve gave you that kiss.

Steve really wanted to get ready for bed but he was too excited to. He looked out his window and saw that the light was on in your room. So he jumps out of bed and slips out of his house as quietly as possible to run over to your house. He taps on your window so lightly you almost miss it. You cautiously walk over to your window and pull back the curtain and see Steve at your window. You open the window to see why he’s at your house at this hour.

“Steve, what are you doing here? Are you still in your pj’s?” “I couldn’t sleep and I saw your light was still on so I took a risk and came over. I can't stop thinking about you. Can I come in?” You begin to think about it, hoping you don't get caught and nod your head. Steve then brings his leg over the window sill and jumps in. You laugh at his eagerness getting into your room.

When he finally gets his bearings, he brings you into his arms and kisses you. He never wants to stop kissing, he feels like this is heaven and you're the angel that brought him there. After a few minutes he breaks the kiss and places his forehead to yours. "I hope it was okay that I came over?” “It was more than okay.”

Part 2

(I hope you enjoyed this first part. If you want to be notified about the next part let know in the comments.)

#steve rogers #steve rogers au #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x plus size reader

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tw: ramble of being clean from s*lf h*rm (no images) just me being a blubbering mess about being ten years clean

just realised something that sent me down a counting spiral, i’m ten years clean. I didn’t think i would be able to do even go by month and i can’t believe its been a decade since i stopped.

at one point i couldn’t fathom stopping being at this milestone

i’m really emotional and i just wish nothing but strength, power and happiness to those struggling with this as well. I hope you triumph over this, i hope you are able to access resources to help you. I hope you find a safe space, people who make you feel safe, seen and heard, i hope they stick by you

brb gonna go cry for my fourteen year old self because she always wondered if there would be a day her arm isn’t littered with fresh scars

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Fandom Leap masterlist

Prologue - Falling into the Fandom

Chapter 1 - @nickfowlerrr

Chapter 2 Carry On - @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men

Chapter 3 - @crazyunsexycool

Chapter 4 - @supraveng

Chapter 5 - @swiftlymoniquesblog

Chapter 6 - @missvelvetsstuff

Chapter 7 - @vibraniumarm06-bucket

Chapter 8 - @rosedpetal

Chapter 9 - @imyourbratzdoll

Chapter 10 - @herdreamywasteland

Chapter 11 - @jamneuromain

Chapter 12 - @potterhead2207

Epilogue

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Got a nee tattoo today. Now I can proudly show everyone my love for Bucky Barnes/ Sebastian

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #tattoos #tattooartist!bucky #winter soldier

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SEBASTIAN STAN New still from 'DUMB MONEY'

#sebastian stan #vlad tenev #brown eyes or blue eyes #i'd still hit that

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Don't seem yourself short @frostironfudge silhouettes in the dark and I think I met you in my dreams are masterpieces

Oh Sebastian Stan!

Does anyone here read any Sebastian/his character fics?

Omg! If so, we should share!

Yes!! I’m always looking for more fan fiction to read!

@navybrat817 is amazing so is @kinanabinks, @pellucid-constellations, @justkending @frostironfudge and @wkemeup just to name a few I’m sure I have more!!

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Light It Up

Pairing: Firefighter!Curtis Everett x Female Reader Summary: Curtis doesn't expect to meet someone like you when he puts out a fire. Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Building fire, most likely inaccurate info regarding firefighters (I tried), a bit of grumpy and sunshine, Curtis Everett (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I wasn't able to get all 4 birthday stories done, but I hope you lovelies enjoy the ones I plan to share. Here's 2 of 2! ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer and @ghotifishreads as well for letting me scream about this. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Curtis closed his eyes as he relaxed in his cot, blocking out the snores of some of the other squad members. His shift was almost over and it had been fairly quiet. Between testing and inspecting gear equipment and exercising, he managed to get a couple of short naps in to fight off any fatigue. Overall, it was a good day.

Didn't save a life today, but still a good one.

He loved his job. While he understood why some enjoyed the structure of an office or 9-to-5 job, it wasn't for him and never would be. He was a man of action. Being a firefighter was his way of giving back to the community and being part of something bigger than himself. He hoped to become a lieutenant in the near future.

Just when he thought he should get up to study, the alarm rang out.

Time to go to work.

He sprang to get into his gear, his body on autopilot as the other squad members got up and did the same. The small rush of adrenaline hit as he put his boots on before he reminded himself to think clearly. Someone out there was depending on him. Though he wasn't a lieutenant yet, he felt a responsibility for his squad, too. He couldn't let them down.

"No hot date tonight, Curtis?" Jake teased as he got in the truck, Sam and Joaquin hiding their smiles as they followed. All military veterans and good men.

"Fuck off, Jensen," he replied with no heat behind it. Jake was one of the goofier squad members, but the man was strong, dependable, and had a sense of duty. He was also great with kids. "No date talk. We have a job to do."

Truthfully, Curtis couldn't recall the last time he went on a date. He did remember his last girlfriend said his heart was as cold as the blue of his eyes and as black as his buzzed hair. All because he asked to reschedule a date night since he had to pick up an extra shift. He hadn't put in much effort after that to search for the one.

It was a bit lonely, if he was honest with himself. He didn't have a fancy home, but he did work hard to build his from the ground up and took pride in it. While he had a dangerous job and couldn't predict what tomorrow would look like, he could offer safety, loyalty, and trust for his partner. Was that enough by today's standards?

Focus.

Smoke filled the air above a small apartment building as they rounded the corner. There weren't any connecting buildings, but people already gathered on the street to see what was going on as they parked. They had to get anyone inside out safely and contain the fire.

We may not salvage the building since it's a small and older structure, but we can save the tenants.

"I'm guessing at least two apartments on the lowest level, Everett," he heard through his mic as he got out of the truck. "You check the first door. Jensen, you take the second door. Wilson and Torres, you check the second level."

As Curtis and the others made their way toward the main entrance, you stumbled out of the building with a slight cough. You had what looked like an animal in your arms as you tried to move out of their way. Before you could, you stumbled off the step, his arms shooting out to catch you before you hit the pavement.

"Easy. I've got you," he said through his helmet, steadying you as you blinked. Looking into your eyes was like a punch in the gut, but he didn't have time to stare and exchange pleasantries. "Was there anyone else in there with you?"

"Not in my apartment," you answered with a headshake.

One of the EMTs that arrived on the scene rushed over to get you. As reluctant as Curtis was to hand you over, and he wasn't sure why, he had a job to do and had no choice but to move forward. The smoke hit him hard as he made his way to the first door on the lower level, testing it before he busted it in and followed the room's edges to search the place. By the time Jensen searched the second apartment, the fire had torn through most of the first floor and it wouldn't take long for it to consume the rest of the structure.

You're lucky you got out when you did.

"First floor clear," he yelled into his headset.

Sam and Joaquin found a couple of teenagers who hadn't paid attention to the building fire alarm. "Second floor clear."

Once they searched the third floor and everyone was out safely, the crew worked to extinguish the flames. People of varying ages stared at the structure in a mixture of shock and sadness. Everyone was safe. But where were you?

Why am I concerned?

"Hey!" He called out as he went to the ambulance, taking his helmet and mask off. He didn't recognize the medic. Maybe he was new. "Where's the young woman who ran out when we arrived? She had a bright colored shirt on? Is she okay?"

"Over there," the EMT replied, nodding to where you sat alone on a small patch of grass. "Listen to this. She said she got out before the fire began to spread, but she ran back in before we arrived."

Hearing that set something off inside of Curtis. Maybe the adrenaline was still there and fueled his own inner fire. "She did what?!"

"She ran back into the building, but she's okay. Pupils reactive. No obvious indication of smoke inhalation. No burns. It's a miracle she doesn't have a single one on her. Must have some sort of luck on her side," the EMT said, carefully fitting an older gentleman with a mask. "Wouldn't let me put a mask on her though, even when I insisted. Kept pushing it away and told me to take care of everyone else. I'd like to check her out again, just to be on the safe side."

Yeah. Check her out.

Curtis wasn't sure where the small surge of jealousy came from. "I'll go talk to her," he offered, stripping off part of his gear and coat before he approached you.

You had a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, a surprisingly calm expression on your face as you lifted your head. There was a chance you were in shock. Or maybe you were contemplating your life choices for going back into a place that was on fire.

"Miss, can you hear me?" he asked, crouching down to meet your gaze. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," you said with a long, hard blink. You looked a little lost, but okay. "Did he send you over? You don't need to make a fuss over me. Really."

"I'm glad you're okay," he sighed in relief when your voice came through crystal clear, no obvious signs of smoke in your lungs like the medic said. "Now can you tell me what the hell you were thinking running back into a burning building?!"

You sat up a little straighter with wide eyes. "I had to go back in. You don’t understand!"

"Understand what?!" He asked, doing his best not to get agitated. "What is so important that you ran back into fire?"

"My neighbor ran out without grabbing her cat, Mr. Whiskers, and I couldn't leave him there. She loves him. He's all she has."

This beautiful woman did not just say "cat". And I did not just think she's beautiful.

"You risked your life for a cat?!" He asked louder than he intended. "What the hell were you thinking?! You're lucky you weren't killed."

You tilted your head, not at all phased by him raising his voice. "Don't you risk your life every time you go into a fire?"

"Yeah. Because I'm a FIREMAN. That's what I'm supposed to do," he argued, irritated that you asked such a question.

"Well, I’m a cat lover!" You huffed, holding your chin higher like you dared him to argue.

Oh, I have so many things I want to say.

Curtis was tempted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you hard enough to knock some sense into you. Didn't you know how quickly a fire could spread? The heat alone could've killed you. That was without you inhaling any of the thick, toxic smoke that filled the area as the flames raged out of control.

"Miss, I'm asking as nicely as possible: Are you insane?"

Your eyes crinkled before you giggled, the happy sound foreign in such a terrible situation. Then again, people responded to traumatizing events in different ways. "I might be a little. Have you ever done male modeling?" You questioned.

Heat rose to Curtis's cheeks that had nothing to do with the fire aftermath. Something was wrong with you. There had to be. People he saved didn't hit on him. Some of the other guys were on the receiving end of that, but not him. Apparently, he was too gruff and grumpy.

"You're really pretty," you mused when he didn't answer you.

Pretty. You called me pretty.

"…I think you should go to the hospital."

"Why? I feel fine."

"Smoke inhalation. A hit to the head. I really don't know how else to explain your behavior."

Besides the fact that you clearly have no sense of self preservation and need someone to look out for you.

"I feel fine. You're just really pretty," you smiled, reaching out toward his cheek. "Even with ash on your face, you're gorgeous. And you're huge."

He grabbed your wrist before you touched him, careful not to harm you. "No one calls me pretty," he said, thankful none of the others were close enough to hear you. That was the last thing he needed to deal with. Though he was a little flattered.

Just a little.

"What do people call you, Sir?" You asked, innocently batting your eyelashes.

Your neighbor, complete with the large, fluffy cat you rescued in her arms interrupted before Curtis could give you an answer or dwell on your doe eyed expression. "Thank you for saving Mr. Whiskers," she said, sniffling as she held the ball of fur closer. "I don't know what I would do without him."

You shrugged with a smile, like a blazing inferno hadn't destroyed part of, if not all of, your building. "It was nothing. I just did what anyone else would do."

No. Most people wouldn't risk their lives for a cat who doesn't belong to them.

He fixed you with the sternest gaze he could muster when the older lady walked away. "You put yourself in unnecessary danger, Miss. You're not trained for that and it isn't your job to be the hero," he said, hoping you'd never encounter a situation like this in the future.

Your lower lip wobbled and he worried you'd burst into tears. Maybe his demeanor wasn't the kindest in the moment, but he didn't want to make you cry. "I know it isn't my job, but I wanted to help."

Curtis deflated a little, but was still fired up. "Your job is to take care of yourself," he said, jabbing a finger in the direction of your neighbor. "How do you think she would've felt if you didn't make it out? Or your loved ones?"

"But I did make it out," you said in a small voice.

He almost ran a hand over his face. You made it out unscathed, but how much of that was luck? He wouldn't admit it, but it was impressive what you did. But what about your safety?

Who takes care of you?

"Miss, is there anyone I can call for you? Family? A partner?" He asked, done with lecturing you. "You won't be able to stay here."

"My family doesn't live close by and I don't have a partner," you answered, pulling the blanket tighter around you. He wasn't sure why he was relieved that you didn't have a partner and he didn't want to examine that further tonight. "I'll figure something out."

"I'd feel better knowing you have a place to stay," he said, his tone gentler than before.

Grief filled your eyes when you looked past him. "Is everything gone?" You asked.

Curtis was never one for getting attached to possessions as he never had a lot growing up. But the weight of losing cherished memories and homes was heavy for many. By helping your neighbor, you most likely didn't grab anything for yourself.

"Chances are everything in your apartment is probably gone," he answered, not wanting to lie to you. He placed a gloved hand on your arm, knowing it wouldn't do much to comfort you when a tear fell. Still, he had to try. "But like you said, you made it out. That's the most important thing."

"Yeah," you smiled sadly, shocking him by pushing yourself up off the ground and wiping your eyes. "Well, thank you for getting everyone out. You're a hero."

"Just doing my job," Curtis said, your gentle praise meaningful. Though he had a feeling you were deflecting and his instincts weren't usually wrong. "Do you have a place to stay?" He pressed as he stood to his full height.

You looked at the ground as you shook your head. "Not really. I moved here recently for work and don't really know anyone, besides my neighbor. It's okay though. I'll stay in a hotel until I figure something out."

His heart sank. He couldn't imagine moving to a new place just to lose it in a flash. "But relief service can help-"

"I'll have the EMT give me the all clear again, if it makes you feel better," you said, stunning him by throwing your arms around him. Even through the smoke, he caught the scent of your sweet perfume. "I appreciate you checking on me personally, Sir."

"Curtis," he said, your brows furrowed as you stepped back. "My name is Curtis."

You smiled and gave him your name before you headed to the ambulance, leaving him to stare after you.

"Jensen!" He yelled, his teammate still in full gear as he trotted over. "Punch me in the face."

"…Is this a test?" He asked, slowly removing his helmet. "I mean. I can punch you. That's not the problem. But why would I punch you? Did you do something wrong?"

"Because I'm worried about her. She ran back inside to save her neighbor's cat."

Jake looked in your direction before he smiled at Curtis, who glared in return. "Really? Why would I punch you for worrying about her?"

"Because it's stupid."

Curtis didn't understand. You were a stranger. He knew nothing about you. So why did he feel the need to look out for you?

Maybe I should have my own head examined.

"I think it's kind of sweet. Romantic. You must think she's cute at least if you're telling me to hit you."

That's why it's stupid.

"She said she's staying in a hotel," Curtis said. How long would you do that? When would you find a place to live?

"She should contact relief service," Jake said, bumping his shoulder. "Hey! Didn't you just fix up your guest room? Offer it to her."

Curtis looked at Jake like he had grown a second head. "Why would I do that?" he asked.

"Isn't that what heroes do? They meet the heroine and sweep her off her feet during her time of need?" Jake asked, rolling his eyes when Curtis grunted. "Maybe just give her your number. Let her know she has a friend if she needs one? You know grief may hit later and who better than to help?"

"Maybe I'll give her my number. Maybe."

"And offer her your room," Jake added, stepping back just in time to avoid Curtis shoving him away.

One step at a time.

Sneaking a look at you in the back of the ambulance, Curtis couldn't believe he was contemplating what Jake suggested. It was crazy. But seeing your tiny smile, something about it pushed at his inner wall. You intrigued him. And his last failed connection was wrong. He didn't have a cold heart.

He'd prove it.

This was actually going to be Ari when the idea first formed, but Curtis seemed like a better fit. Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Any chance we'll see tattoo artist Steve soon? 🥺

Here's a bit of Steve's birthday, nonnie.

By Any Other Name

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Steve Rogers x Teacher!Female Reader Summary: You're the only thing Steve wants for his birthday. Word Count: Over 900 Warnings: Implied sex, implied oral sex (f. receiving), future couple, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Meet Thorn and Rose, set in the same AU as Hottie and Sugar. ❤️ Thank you to @jobean12-blog for chatting with me about this! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics and Steve edit by the wonderful Nix. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The first thing you thought when you woke up was that you couldn't believe how well rested you were. The sun was already up, shining bright through the window and curtain. You didn't normally sleep in and had no idea what time it was, but you didn't care as you nestled back into the pillow. It was going to be a good day.

If indicated by the wonderful ache between your thighs.

Your eyes widened when the figure beside you wrapped an arm tight around your waist. For a second, you almost forgot that you weren't alone and weren't in your bed. The large body was so warm and solid, practically a furnace. The beard that tickled your neck made the ache in your core throb with need.

So, I did actually sleep with my tattoo artist. It wasn’t a dream.

"Morning," Steve rasped, his lips lightly brushing against your skin as you held back a whimper.

“Morning,” you whispered back.

Your heart fluttered when he raised his head, his deep blue eyes focusing more as he smiled. His blonde hair was slightly dishevled, but he managed to still look perfect. You probably looked like a monster. It didn’t stop him from pressing a kiss between the center of your eyes.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his muscular arm pulling you a bit closer.

"I'm okay," you replied after a moment, lightly tracing one of the tattoos on his forearm.

"Just okay?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

You weren't sure how to respond. The gorgeous man who talked you through getting your tattoo was practically a stranger. And you slept with him. To say he rocked your world was an understatement. The man shattered you and you couldn’t believe how he was able to put every piece of you back into place.

“Steve, Steve, Steve!”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Scream my name when I make you come for me. I’ve got you.”

The mere memory, along with his chest against yours, made your nipples hard and made you damp between your legs. You didn’t draw any attention to it though. While he didn’t seem like the type to kick you out of his bed, you had no idea where he wanted to go from here.

“More than okay. I slept really well,” you admitted, backing up just a little. He didn’t need your morning breath in his face.

Steve only pulled you closer. “So did I,” he smiled, cracking his neck a little. “And how’s your wrist feeling?”

“Just fine. Thank you,” you said as he gently took it to check. You still couldn’t believe you ran from the chair when he turned the tattoo gun on. Needles weren’t your thing. He managed to get you through it and you were glad for it.

The rose and single thorn tattoo was beautiful and worth conquering that fear.

“I’m glad you went through with it. And I’m not afraid to tie you down if you try to run from me again,” he winked, making your cheeks hot. “I have to say, this is the best way to wake up on my birthday.”

“Wait, it’s your birthday?” you smiled when he gave you a sheepish look. “Happy birthday, Steve. I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything.”

To be fair, you didn’t know and you hadn’t expected to go home with him last night.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, slowly tugging the sheet away. “But do you want to give me something?”

Instead of trying to cover yourself up, you let him fully see you in the sunlight. The way his eyes darkened, he liked what he saw. “What did you have in mind?” you asked, your voice huskier than before.

“Well, Bucky and the guys are having a small thing for me tonight,” he said, lightly running his fingers along your torso. “Would you, maybe, want to go?”

Not what I thought he’d have in mind, but that kind of sounds like a date.

“Sure,” you smiled, happy that he wanted to see you again. “I’d love to go.”

Watching his face light up was almost like you gave him a real gift. “Is it selfish to ask for one more thing?” he asked, bracing himself over you before he leaned down to capture your mouth.

Any self-conciousness about your breath and anything else disappeared as desire took over. His cock was hard, trapped between your bodies as he lightly grinded against you. “That all depends on what you ask for,” you teased as he moved his kisses down your neck.

“Scream my name again. Do it while my tongue’s deep inside you,” he said as you bit your lip. It sounded more like a command and one you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. “And do it again when I give you my cock.”

“Steve,” you whimpered, slipping your fingers into his hair.

“Louder than that, Rose,” he said, nipping your collarbone and making you giggle at the reference of your tattoo. “And since it’s my birthday, I get to eat as much as I want.”

“You really are going to be a thorn in my side, aren’t you?” you asked affectionately.

“I prefer to be the ache between your gorgeous thighs,” he smirked. “So open up and let me eat.”

Your legs spread without another word. You’d let him have his fill. It was his birthday, after all. And it would’ve been wrong to deny him.

Steve deserves it, right? Love and thanks! ❤️

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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 31

Part 31: Girl on Fire

Series Masterlist

Words: 6.7k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia, reference to violence and violent acts, references to sexual violence. Strong language, dismemberment, and physical violence. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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When Bucky’s phone rang, it didn’t surprise him. When he saw Kat’s number… They didn’t have plans tonight. Why the hell was she calling?

“Hello,” Bucky said, pausing the cage match he’d been watching.

“Bucky?” Kat sniffled, tears in her voice.

“Yes?”

“I’m at the hospital,” she said, clearing trying not to sob.

“Have you been hurt?” he asked, pulling the lever to sit up in his recliner. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “It’s my sister, Paulina.”

Ah. “What happened?”

“She’s unconscious,” Kat managed. “I don’t know what happened. But neither of us have insurance…”

Neither of them was legal residents of the US either. Bucky sighed.

“I’ll send someone down there,” he told her, ready to get back to his fight. Before his hand reached the lever on his chair, she started sobbing in earnest.

“Please,” Kat begged him. “Will you come down here?”

Kat wasn’t usually so needy. Usually, she stuck to their agreement. Something had her shaken up.

“Give me a few minutes,” he said before hanging up. Shaking his head, he shot a text to his men telling them he needed the car ASAP.

Erik Killmonger was there in less than five minutes. He’d been a soldier for the Barnes family for the last five years. The entire time, he’d handled the tasks that he was given. He never failed, followed orders to a fault, and was always quiet and respectful, Bucky’s three favorite qualities in a soldier.

Erik’s ambition had been obvious from the beginning. It was in the confident way he walked, the efficient way he took care of business. It was there when he asked Bucky if he could serve him personally. Since then, he had Erik reporting directly to Hansen, and he showed the same respect to him.

The two men were comparable in their abilities, evenly matched when it came to killing a man. But where Hansen liked to put on a show and preen around, psychologically breaking down his prey, Erik was silently lethal. Bucky had to wonder if half of the men he’d sent him to kill even saw him coming.

Now that Hansen was wherever the fuck Hansen was, Bucky didn’t believe for a fucking minute the bastard was dead, Erik was his top lieutenant. Maybe he should have been all along.

He’d put the man in charge of finding Hansen. Erik knew him better than he did. Bucky’s only request was that Hansen be brought in alive. Bucky wanted to kill the fucker himself. The betrayal signed his death warrant. The fact that Hansen thought he was going to just make off with the woman Bucky coveted, the bright jewel in the crown he'd soon wear... Bucky was just sorry he could only kill him once.

“Where we off to?” Erik asked, ready to go.

“The hospital,” Bucky said, following him out to the garage. “Kat’s sister is there. I don’t know what happened yet.”

Erik held the door open for Bucky to climb in the back of the huge SUV. Walking around, Erik took a seat in the front next to the driver.

Bucky caught Zemo’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “We’re going to the hospital. St. Agnes," he told him.

When they reached the hospital, pulling up to the door at the ER, Zemo again met his gaze in the mirror. “Should you be going in there, boss?” he asked respectfully.

“He can go wherever he wants,” Erik said, opening his door. “Nothing’s going to happen to him.”

Damn right. Very soon, Bucky would be the goddamn king of Boston.

He waited while Erik inquired about Paulina, speaking to the older woman at the emergency room desk. His man led him past the desk, swiftly through a maze of corridors until they found Paulina’s room. Kat looked grateful when they arrived, her dark eyes still shiny with tears when she opened the door.

Paulina lay in the hospital bed, curled in on her side. Her hair was a wild tangle around her head and her face was streaked with makeup and tears.

“What happened?” Bucky asked, moving to stand at the foot of the hospital bed. Erik closed the door, staying close to it.

“We went shopping,” Kat explained in her tear-filled voice. “Our car dropped her off first at her apartment building. And then… I w-went home.”

“So she was attacked in her apartment?” Bucky asked.

“I didn’t see it happen,” Kat went on. “But she didn’t make it into her apartment. Someone found her in the hallway… One of her neighbors called an a-ambulance.”

Great. More people in his business.

“My number was the emergency contact on her phone,” Kat went on. “They called me.”

“I’m sorry this happened, Kat,” Bucky said, his patience slipping. “But you didn’t need me to come down here to pay the bill.”

“What if this wasn’t random?” Kat asked.

“What else would it be?” he countered.

“Steve,” she said. “I think Steve is behind this.”

Bucky shook his head. “Why would you think Steve had anything to do with this?”’

“Why?” Kat threw her hands up. “Isn’t it obvious? With everything you’ve done to him? With you taking me away from him? He’s hitting back.”

That had Bucky chuckling. Yeah, he’d put Rogers through some things. And it wouldn’t be long until he finished Rogers, put him and his fucking family down and took the lead that should have been his when the old boss died.

“Yeah, he’ll try.” Bucky stared her down. “But what does that have to do with you and your sister? I didn’t take you away from him. You were all over me when he threw you off to get married if I remember correctly.”

Kat looked affronted. “You took me away from him. Paulina? She was seeing his consigliere.”

“Still not seeing a connection,” Bucky told her, ready to end the conversation.

Ready to end things with her period. Pretty soon, he wouldn’t need Kat.

“Banner betrayed him,” she said. “Maybe that’s why they went after Paulina.”

It was plausible. But why hit his family there? As Kat pointed out, Paulina had been Banner’s side piece. Banner was out of the Rogers’ family and no longer any use to the Barnes family. Honestly, Banner was lucky Rogers let him live. But messing with Banner’s mistress after the fact? It didn’t make sense.

It wasn’t Rogers’ style.

That reminded him. Banner had been laying low on Stark’s turf after Rogers ousted him. Then he’d disappeared. Bucky made a mental note to follow up on that.

“Did anyone see who did it?” Erik asked. “Did the neighbor see anything?”

“No,” Kat told them. “They just found her. Beaten… Don’t you understand? She wasn’t robbed or violated or anything else. Just beaten. To hurt her was the point. What else could it be? Am I next?”

Bucky moved closer to Kat, taking her chin in his fingers. She trembled in his grasp, and he knew she was scared. He wanted her to be.

“Pain and death are always the point,” Bucky whispered, gazing into her eyes. “But Steve’s not after you, Katerina. He’s not after you sister.”

Releasing her, he watched indignation and hurt bleed into her expression.

“When Rogers strikes at me,” he explained, “he’ll make it hurt. He’ll make it personal.”

“This is personal,” her voice was rising. “This does hurt.”

“You and your sister maybe,” Bucky told her. “It’s not personal for me. It doesn’t hurt. I’d have to care about you and your sister for this to hurt me and I don’t.”

Tears slid from her eyes now. “You’re wrong.”

Bucky moved closer to the woman on the bed. Her makeup was a mess but on closer inspection, there were no cuts on her face. There could be bruises under the makeup, he supposed. Pulling back a tangled section of her hair revealed her throat. No bruises there or any injuries at all.

Kat said she was beaten. Were they fucking with him?

Grabbing the edge of the blanket covering the woman, he pulled it back to reveal her unconscious form covered by a thin hospital gown with shorter sleeves. He half-expected her arms and the rest of her to be unmarked as well. He was all ready to flip shit on Kat and her sister for wasting his time.

Paulina’s arm? That was a different story. The bruises were red and angry, lacing up from her forearm like macabre artwork. The gown opened at the back, and she lay on her side facing him. Throwing the blanket back, he leaned over to look at the woman’s back. A wild patch of pink and red marks covered most of it. The one contusion right where her kidney was? That had him wincing.

Tomorrow, her skin would be purple, black, and blue and she’d be feeling it. Shaking his head, he pulled the blanket away from the rest of her. More evidence of the beating she’d taken over thighs and upper shins. Nothing close to the ankle…

Kat, still lost in her indignation, glared at him as she grabbed the blanket to cover her sister up again.

“Still think this is random?” she asked, still swiping away tears.

Bucky shrugged as he headed for the door. “I’ll handle the billing,” he said over his shoulder as he walked out.

The entire situation should have left his mind never to return the minute he was back in his car and headed home. Bucky just couldn’t get his mind off it. It was just so off. Why was it done? What did it mean?

Was it a message for him?

***

After finishing his run, Bucky headed for his study to check messages before getting a shower.

“Bucky?”

He jumped at how off-guard she’d caught him. There Kat stood in the door of his study, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Her big dark eyes were on him, a shiny red shopping bag dangling from her manicured fingers.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked irritably. He didn’t like her coming by his house uninvited. She knew that.

“I’m sorry.” She looked it.

As he stood watching her, a sweaty mess behind his desk, she meekly approached him. Stopping on the other side of his desk, she carefully placed the bag on the top of his desk between them.

“It’s for you,” she said forlornly. “Thank you for helping Paulina.”

Blowing out an exhale, he looked at the bag. “She out of the hospital yet?”

Kat nodded. “She’s home. Resting. I’m staying with her since we don’t know who did this… or why.”

Bucky hated wasting the manpower but in the off-chance Kat was right… “I’ll send someone to keep an eye on her place for the next couple of days, okay?”

“And mine?” she asked, flashing him a smile.

“You said you were staying with her,” he pointed out. “You stay with her, someone’s looking after you too.”

The smile faded and he couldn’t even feel badly about it. Kat was one of many. He’d had women who were more beautiful, better in bed. She wasn’t unique. She wouldn’t even be memorable.

And she’d served her purpose a long time ago. He took up with her to piss off Steve, to hurt his wife. While Rogers had been pissed and insulted that Bucky brought his former mistress to his wedding, he hadn’t succeeded in his second objective. The new Mrs. Rogers hadn’t been hurt.

No, the daughter of the old boss and the new bride of his enemy had turned out to be a lioness.

Think of that. The girl had been hidden away like Quasimodo in his bell tower, mutilated and not fit for society. That was what he’d always been told about the old boss’s surviving child. His bitch wife, who’d ripped Bucky’s family apart by having an affair with his father, died trying to get out and killed the man’s son. The daughter was never supposed to be anything for Bucky Barnes to be concerned with.

Even so, Bucky hated her. He’d been glad she was disfigured, glad she’d never be out in the world. He’d even toyed around with the idea of paying her a visit once her father died. Taking care of the disfigured little lamb once and for all.

Rogers had executed his plan well. That he was kissing ass to claim the crown, Bucky got that. He had no idea, however, that Rogers planned to marry the boss's daughter who was supposed to be horribly disfigured. Within a week of her father dying, Bucky gets word that she’s engaged to Rogers and the wedding Is being rushed.

When he went to confront Rogers about it, he was surprised to find her alone and barely dressed in the kitchen. She was uncovered enough for him to see there wasn’t likely a scar or blemish on her. She was amazingly beautiful wearing her whore mother’s face with innocent eyes. That first impression of her had him both hard as a rock and ready to commit murder, right there in Rogers’ kitchen.

Rogers knew what he was doing. He didn’t care who she was, that her mother destroyed the Barnes family. Rogers didn’t care about anything but the throne and it was then Bucky decided he’d do whatever it took to take Rogers’ crown, to take him and his bitch wife out.

But he couldn't get her out of his head. Not once he saw her.

Bucky had assumed for most of his life that Mrs. Rogers was his half-sister. The daughter of his father. After meeting her, he looked into it, knowing her father would have had a paternity test done under the circumstances. With a little patience and a lot of money, Bucky had an answer.

Mrs. Rogers was not related to him by blood. The old boss was her father after all.

By the time he figured this out, Bucky had found his attitude toward Mrs. Rogers shifting. Yeah, he could kill her when he destroyed her husband. No one would be surprised or even blame him.

But he’d never met a woman like her. There was a fire, an iron will, buried beneath the persona. Mrs. Rogers was stunning, beautiful. But according to Loguidice, Rogers’ bride wasn’t just a pretty face. There was a beast in her heart. The lioness could handle her husband, win his men’s loyalty, and even fucking shoot Lloyd Hansen which had been hilarious when his lieutenant had to explain it to him.

And she would be Bucky’s at the end of this. It was going to happen.

Glancing at his current mistress, he knew it was past time to end things. But he’d wait until Paulina had mended. Make sure nothing else was heard about that little incident. Then he’d drop the hammer.

“Do you really care so little about me?” Kat asked him, pulling him from his thoughts.

It wasn’t a bad acting job. Bucky smiled.

“Do we really care about each other?” he wanted to know. “Relationships aren’t based solely on love. That’s the movies. Relationships are based on mutual need. You need someone to give you money to maintain your lifestyle and I need sex and occasionally some arm candy. Don’t make this something more than it really is.”

Hooking a finger in the bag, he peeked into it to see a wad of tissue paper.

Kat watched him expectantly.

Grabbing the bag, he pulled out whatever she had wrapped in that tissue paper. It felt odd in his hand, more than one thing. The first thing he encountered was a small jewel box. Setting the rest down, he opened that to see a set of ruby cufflinks winking up at him from the black velvet.

He had to give her credit. She knew his tastes.

“These are nice,” he told her with a grin. “Thank you… What else do we have here?”

Kat’s brow creased as she watched him pick up the wad of tissue still in front of him.

“There was nothing else,” she said, looking confused.

But there was something else. Peeling away the tissue paper, Bucky stared at the fucking fingers – five human fingers – he held in his hands. In disgust, he dropped them onto the desk as Kat covered her mouth with her hand, backing away in horror.

“What the fuck?” he demanded, staring at those digits.

She shook her head. “No,” she said. “I didn’t do that. I didn’t… I feel sick.”

Kat dashed from his study like the devil was chasing her as Bucky muscled his way past the revulsion to study those digits. The fingers of a white man, toughened from work. There was no blood. No rings. No scars or other identifying marks.

Grabbing the bag, Bucky looked to see if there was something else. There was. A business card for a donut shop on Rogers’ turf. He recognized the name of the shop.

Fuck.

Bucky hadn’t ordered a hit on that shop or the girl. No, that was all Hansen who took the girl that worked there. Bucky hadn’t known a thing about it until after Rogers’ faceoff against Hansen who had since disappeared.

Bucky studied the fingers again. Were they Hansen’s? He didn’t think so. Hansen had big hands, he didn’t remember the fingers being slender.

Well, they’d find out.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he shot a text to Erik to come right away.

Now he wondered if the attack on Paulina was related. Was it tied to this? Was there more to come?

It would make sense if it was Rogers. But Rogers wasn’t usually so theatrical. He’d hit hard, head on. Anyone who was at odds with him always saw him coming. In his defense, he always hit really fucking hard.

This? It was puzzling. And not Rogers’ style at all.

What game was he unwittingly playing? And with whom?

***

The tap at the door pulled Bucky away from trying to catch up on his investment portfolio, sheets scattered all over his normally immaculate desk. His mind wasn’t on it. He’d been pretending to look at the numbers for damn near an hour.

Erik looked as tired as Bucky felt. He was hoping his lieutenant had some news for him. The episode earlier with Kat and the dead man’s fingers still had him rattled.

“Found out who those fingers belonged to,” Erik got right into it. “Belonged to one of Hansen’s men. One of our guys found the rest of him in a dumpster on your turf. The prints matched.”

Bucky nodded. Hansen likely had the guy pick up the donut shop girl for him. And the ax fell on him because they didn’t get Hansen. Bucky nodded. It was something he’d do.

The donut shop girl. What did she know, if anything, about everything going on? Maybe he should chat with her.

“Hansen’s still alive,” Buck said flatly.

Erik nodded. “There’s no proof he’s not.”

“Anything else?”

His man’s dark-eyed gaze met his. “I sent men looking for Banner, but it looks like he skipped town.”

A wise move on the man’s part.

“You don’t think he targeted Paulina, do you?” Erik asked.

Bucky shook his head. “Not with that temper of his. If Banner decided to do that, she would know it was him. He’d make sure she knew it was him.”

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Bucky leaned back in his office chair, tried to relax. To think. “Any word on Rogers?”

“You knew Hansen and Frankenstein grabbed Dyson to draw Rogers out,” Erik said.

“Frankenstein?” Bucky asked.

“Neal Logiudice,” Erik explained. “Pop some bolts on his neck and he looks like Frankenstein.”

Bucky snorted. He could see that.

“Then he was supposed to off Dyson and Logiudice,” Erik continued. “Grab Rogers if he could. Hansen changed the plan. He drew Mrs. Rogers out instead of her husband.”

Bucky was still furious about what happened. Dyson would never betray Rogers and Logiudice was collateral damage. The move was meant to break Rogers down. Dyson’s loss on top of Logiudice’s betrayal would demoralize him. Bucky thought it might just finally finish his rival off.

Instead, Mrs. Rogers showed up, playing right into Hansen’s hand. Then her husband showed up and he brought friends. A shootout ensued. Rogers, his wife, and Dyson made it out. So did Hansen and Logiudice, apparently. And Bucky was out several men. Several good men.

“Does anyone know?” Bucky pressed. “Was Rogers shot?”

“Most likely,” Erik told him. “There’s different versions of the story. Some say he got shot. Some say Dyson got shot. Other say Mrs. Rogers was shot to protect Dyson and Rogers got shot trying to shield her.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky blew out an exhale. Needless to say, whoever did or didn’t get shot in Hansen’s grand fuckup was a moot point. Rogers was fine. He’d apparently had enough of Bucky fucking him and now he was firing back at the Barnes’ family.

There was nothing altruistic about their chosen business. You were either a ruthless bastard or dead. Back when they were both younger and coming up under their fathers’ wings, Steve Rogers had been a cocky, dangerous bastard and Bucky always hated all the attention he got. How Rogers always got away with everything.

Bucky always knew that the minute his father was gone, the minute it was just him calling the shots, that Rogers would fail. Then he’d found another mentor in the former leader of the five families but that didn’t last, and he died too. Bucky just knew that without the mentorship of better men, Rogers wouldn’t make it on his own. He was one hell of a soldier, terrifying if he came after you. But a leader?

Still, something was different. So far Rogers had pulled himself out of the trap Bucky set for him with Hansen, sent him the fingers of one of Hansen’s men in Kat’s little gift bag, and maybe had someone beat the shit out of Paulina, Kat’s sister.

While Kat swore to him she had nothing to do with the fingers, Bucky wasn’t leaving anything to chance. He had her taken to her sister’s place and there she would stay under close watch. He didn’t think either woman had anything to do with whatever the fuck was going on. But he’d keep them under glass for now to make sure.

Rogers?

There was an underlying menace to sending Bucky the dead man’s fingers. It wasn’t just the barbarism of the act. It was multifaceted. It was Rogers letting Bucky know that he knew about the donut shop girl and exactly who abducted her. It was knowledge that she’d been taken under Bucky’s command even if it wasn’t his personal decision. It was accusatory and direct.

It left him feeling unsettled. Bucky had been so close to shutting Rogers down, to finally taking everything he wanted.

And now? Well, he sure as fuck couldn’t slow down now. He couldn’t let Rogers even the score.

“My Vinny’s gotten here yet?” Bucky asked. He’d sent out for food from his favorite restaurant. Vinny’s was the best Italian restaurant in all of Boston and the owner's brother was one of Bucky’s best soldiers.

“I’ll go check,” Erik said, heading off to do that.

It was only a few minutes later that Bucky had his takeout, enjoying it in his recliner while he took in an action movie he’d been wanting to watch. His meal didn’t disappoint. The veal was perfect, just what he’d wanted.

After he’d digested a few minutes, he took his dishes to the kitchen, ready for dessert. The tiramisu was in the fridge and Bucky grinned as he pulled it from its foam box to carefully place it on a plate. With a fresh glass of wine, he returned to his recliner and resumed the movie.

Bucky was two bites in when his fork hit something that felt unexpectedly solid in the layered dessert. Frowning, he worked at using his fork to grab the next bite. But something was wrong. Something was in there…

Taking a closer look, he found something solid in there. Plucking it at with his fingers, he found… meat?

He almost lost his meal to realize that something was the tip of a human ear.

“What the fuck?” Bucky said to himself, his heart starting to race in his chest.

Sitting up in the recliner, he kept digging through the dessert to find an earlobe, just as bloodless as the tip.

It was the dark eye staring up at him that from the bottom that had him screaming, fighting nausea as he slung it all away and sent it flying across the room.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” he was shouting as Erik and Zemo both raced into the room to see who was killing their boss.

Covering his mouth with a hand, Bucky fled to the bathroom…

***

“I am so sorry,” Erik said for the hundredth time. “I looked in there, but I should have looked a lot closer.”

Soldiers were crawling his house, crawling the grounds. Zemo was at Vinny’s, no doubt tearing the restaurant apart. And he’d specifically requested that Zemo take Vinny’s brother with him. If there was a rat in his ranks or at the restaurant, heads would roll.

Bucky shook his head, sitting in his recliner with his elbows on his knees. He felt like shit. More body parts sent to him set his nerves on edge.

Was it Rogers? If so, he didn’t like the fact that his enemy was running up the score. That really pissed him off. His mind was spinning with the theories forming in his head.

“We’ll try to figure out who those…” Erik shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about it?” Bucky asked, rising from the recliner to glare at Erik. “That’s all I’ve been fucking doing the last three days. You know?”

Erik didn’t drop his gaze, didn’t back down. Bucky admired his quiet accountability.

But it wasn’t exclusively Erik’s fault. It was on all of them. Even him. No one had ever been able to get him directly. People around him, yes. But never him. Taking another drink of his Scotch, his mind spun webs with his instincts. He was starting to form a few ideas on his current situation.

“Boss,” Zemo called, walking into his living room.

Bucky spotted his man, standing a few feet away with a white takeout carton in his hands. He wasn’t going to like whatever was in the box, he knew from the way Zemo shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously.

“What is it?” Bucky asked, trying to be ready for anything.

“We went through Vinny’s, and we found this in Vinny’s office,” Zemo explained carefully. “It’s for you. Vinny swears he didn’t see who left it and he doesn’t know anything about it.”

“You believe him?” It was an honest question.

Zemo nodded.

Bucky motioned him forward, not looking forward to his latest surprise with the dark red stains at its bottom corners. He plucked the card off the top. It simply read, “Hint: It’s not Snow White’s.”

Bucky really shouldn’t have been surprised to find what appeared to be a human heart in that box. He really shouldn’t have. Once he started laughing, it was hard to quit. His laughter was manic, a stress response. Something he hadn’t done in years.

It’s not Snow White’s.

Erik looked concerned. “I’ll get on figuring out who that is,” he offered.

Laughing, Bucky sank back onto his recliner, still laughing as he set the carton on his end table like it didn’t have a human heart in it.

“I think… I might know who this is,” Bucky said when he caught his breath. “It’s not Snow White’s. What did the magic mirror tell the evil queen about the heart the huntsman delivered to her? The mirror said it was the heart of a pig.” Laughter threatened to halt his conversation as pieces of the puzzle started to slide together in his mind. “This is the heart of a pig.”

His men didn’t speak, looked like they had no idea what to say to that.

“This is making a little sense now,” Bucky told them. “Erik, you and Zemo stay. Everyone else, fuck off.”

The soldiers cleaning and checking everything cleared out fast while Erik and Zemo moved closer.

“Who do you think that is?” Erik asked.

“That?” Bucky pointed to the carton. “That’s the heart of a pig. I’ll be really fucking surprised if it’s not Bruce Banner.”

Zemo’s brows shot up. Neither man spoke.

“Kat was right,” Bucky said. “This is Rogers hitting back. But… it isn’t.”

Rising from the chair, Bucky started pacing. Both men watched him in silence.

“Think about each incident,” Bucky told them as he paced. “Paulina was attacked. Then the fingers, eyes and ears, now the heart. All of it’s personal. It’s very, very personal.”

“Personal?” Zemo asked.

That stopped Bucky. “Don’t you see? Paulina was Banner’s side piece. Someone did a number on her.”

“In a way that could be covered up,” Erik muttered.

“Yes!” Bucky pointed to him. “Exactly. Hold that thought… And now, here’s the cheating, deceitful pig’s heart.” He continued pacing. “The tiramisu? I think that must be Logiudice. He was my eyes and ears in the Rogers household.”

Understanding lit up Erik’s face. “What about the fingers? That guy?”

Bucky shook his head. “The guy Hansen sent to kidnap the donut shop girl isn’t the point.”

“What is the point, boss?” Zemo asked.

“Each of these messages were sent on Rogers’ behalf,” Bucky explained. “But I don’t think they are from the man himself. No, this is someone else… All three messages have one thing in common… A woman scorned.”

Erik nodded, listening. He was always quick on the take. Zemo still looked confused.

��Bruce Banner was married to Rogers’ sister, but she didn’t love him,” Bucky told them. “She loved her high school sweetheart, Clint Barton. Banner knew this. That's why he’d beat his wife where it didn’t show. It's why he shot Barton.”

“Then,” Bucky stopped in front of Zemo. “Hansen got away but I was sent the fingers of the man who took the girl from the donut shop by Hansen’s order. Hansen was my right-hand man. A reminder of the wrong done to that woman.”

“Explain Logiudice,” Erik said.

Bucky smirked at him. “Oh, I can. He betrayed Mrs. Rogers herself right before we grabbed Dyson. Her husband had restricted her to their bedroom he was so pissed..” An idea with merit.

“You think a woman gave these orders?” Zemo looked puzzled.

“Maybe,” Bucky muttered, as something occurred to him. “I need to talk to one of these women first.”

“Who?” Erik asked.

“I need you to find the girl from the donut shop,” Bucky told them. “I need to see if she knows anything we don’t before I make any decisions.”

***

Bucky was both surprised and pleased to see the girl waiting for him. The park this time of day was quiet with only one man walking his dog, and she was sitting on the bench by the giant sandbox, just as he instructed her.

When he walked around, she didn’t look up. Hell, she probably had no idea who he even was. He didn’t mind keeping it that way. There was no reason she needed to know anything else about their world. All she had to do was be nice, be cooperative, and he’d help her find her way out of his world.

Carefully, like he was trying not to frighten a doe, he sat a couple of feet away from her on the bench, setting the bookbag he brought with him between his feet.

She didn’t look up until he called her name and then, her eyes were wide in alarm. The lower half of her face was covered by a medical mask, maybe because of the flu going around. She’d made herself small, slouching on the bench with her hands folded on her knees.

He introduced himself just as Bucky, that was all she needed to know. Her cold hand was trembling when she shook his. He knew she was scared, and he didn’t intend to keep her long.

“Thank you for coming,” he said. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

She nodded, her gaze on the floor in front of her.

“I want to apologize to you for what happened,” he said without preamble. “The man who… While he was a soldier of mine, taking you wasn’t an order I gave. I know that doesn’t change a lot for you. But you should know that.”

Again, she just nodded.

“And I do want to help you,” Bucky said slowly, leaning a little closer to her. “I’ve brought you a substantial gift. Enough to help you get back on your feet and back to school somewhere else.”

“What do you want?” she asked quietly.

Bucky grinned. It was a smart question.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “There is something I want. I want to ask you a few questions about your time with him. Will you answer?”

She squeezed her eyes shut at the mention and guilt pricked at him. Hansen was a fucking weirdo, and he could only imagine what he might have done to her. It had him wishing he’d framed the question in a different way. But it was out now so…

“Do you know his name?” Bucky asked her.

“Lloyd,” she said. “Sir.”

Oh, he did not want to know about any of Lloyd’s kinks or hangups.

“He didn’t give you any other names?”

“No,” she said.

“Another man brought you to Lloyd’s house,” Bucky said quietly. “Did you see anyone else. Besides him and Lloyd, in your time there?”

The young woman shook her head.

“Tell me about the day you got out,” Bucky said.

She shrugged nervously. “A man broke down the door and helped me out,” she said. “That’s all.”

Bucky frowned. That didn’t sound right. “You didn’t hear a fight elsewhere in the house? The sound of bullets?”

After a moment, she nodded, still staring hard at the ground before them on the bench. “It was the day before. There was shouting and a fight. Guns…”

So no one found her until the next day. Bucky wasn’t happy about that. None of his men swept the house?

“Where did the other man take you once he got you out?” Bucky asked.

The young woman blew out a long sigh. “To a friend’s,” she said slowly.

He nodded. “I don’t need specifics. I just need to know if you ran into anyone else since you were taken. Did you ever leave his house until the guy got you out?”

She shook her head.

He hated to ask. “Did he let anyone else…”

“No,” she said quickly.

“All right,” Bucky said in a kinder tone. “What can you tell me about the guy who got you out?”

She was still for a moment, before shrugging. “Not much. I wasn’t… trying to look at him.”

“Did you see any women?” Bucky asked. “Any other younger women like yourself, about your size?“ Did she see Mrs. Rogers there?

“No,” she said after a moment. “Why?”

“Why what?” Bucky asked, giving her one last chance to tell him something useful before he handed her the bag of money and told her to get lost.

“Ask about other women?” she asked.

“I was just wondering if you'd seen someone I’m interested in,” Bucky said simply.

“Why are you interested in her?” the young woman asked.

“For many reasons,” Bucky told her as he rose from the bench. “For our purposes here, I’m curious about the part she played in the last few days.”

She sighed again but didn’t move as he stood above her.

Hauling the bookbag off the ground, he held it up for her. It was filled with money, a lot of it, hers for the taking.

“Take this and make a fresh start,” he told her. “But this talk didn't take place. You understand?”

Slowly, she stood, her head ducked making her smaller than him. With a hand, she reached to take the bag from him. She froze. Her hand gripped one of the straps, but she’d stopped moving.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I can’t…”

She couldn't take the money?

“I’ve got it,” another female voice came from behind him, with a Russian accent. Before he could turn to see who it was, he felt the blade pierce his clothing, pierce his skin before sliding into his flesh at his side. The fuck?

The pain didn’t subside when the blade was pulled free as he expected. The pain grew in intensity, spreading out from the wound.

Was the blade coated in poison?

The woman in front of him now held the backpack in one hand, pulling the mask from her face with the other. Bucky's pain was breathtaking and had him gasping as he dropped to his knees, gripping his side with his hand and listening to shouts from his men drawing closer.

Bucky stared up in pain and rage at the woman he now recognized as Mrs. Steve Rogers.

“You!” he managed. “You fucking bitch! You’re… You did this?!”

Her eyes were fierce on him. “I did,” she said.

"Evil bitch," he hissed.

"When all of you commit violence, you're protecting your family," she explained angrily. "When I commit violence, I'm an evil bitch."

His gaze darted to the backpack and back.

“And you’re taking the fucking money… too?”

Yelena Belova was there, trying to pull her away.

“I’m giving it to her,” she said as Belova pulled her away. “Just like you wanted.”

Bucky's mind was a mad whirl of thoughts as pain strengthened its grip on him. It was her. Not her husband. Did that mean...?

"Is Steve even alive?" he managed.

She held his gaze. "He is."

"He's not in good shape," Bucky shot back, hating how the pain rendered him unable to wring her neck. "He wouldn't let you... He's bad off if you..."

"We have to go," Belova urged her, grabbing Mrs. Rogers' arm and pulling her behind her in earnest.

“I’m… I'll get you!” Bucky promised, his vision fading to black at the edges. "I'll survive this... and I'll get you!"

"If you survive this," she called back, "Steve will get you."

Then she was gone and his men were there, crowding around him, their shouts fading as he let the darkness claim him.

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Sundresses and Leather

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: Your first date with Bucky doesn't go as planned, but that makes it all the more special. Word Count: Over 4.7k Warnings: First date, tension, flirting, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. Previous Part of AU: Sweet and Strong A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tonight was the night. You were going out with Bucky Barnes. Excited for the date was a bit of an understatement. You may have told a few customers you had a date when they wished you a good day.

Thank God they were mostly regulars and seemed happy on my behalf.

"Maybe a sundress isn't nice enough," you told Tess, regretting the words the moment they left your mouth. She didn’t need to deal with you and your overthinking. Again.

"It's plenty nice. You’re going to look amazing,” she argued, going to check on the next batch of cookies. “And he can lift the skirt and bury his-"

"I thought you said I didn't have to get laid on my first date with him," you cut her off.

"You don't have to, but the visual alone will give him something for his spank bank later."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence," you smiled, but it quickly faltered.

You weren’t sure why a cloud drifted over your sunny disposition. Bucky was a good guy, a far cry from Richard. Gorgeous, kind, hardworking, the whole package. There was chemistry between the two of you that went beyond mere attraction. Maybe it was the fact that you were falling hard and fast for him that suddenly made you so nervous. You didn’t want to scare him away.

But he said he couldn’t stop thinking about me and he wouldn’t say that if he didn’t mean it.

Tess gave you a pointed look. “Stop overthinking. I’m begging you.”

“I’m not trying to,” you sighed, your nerves almost tempting you to grab a treat from the case. “What if I fall on my face?”

“Like Bucky would let you hit the ground. Even if you do stumble, that’s life. It isn’t going to change the fact that he likes you,” she said as you helped her with the cookies. You still had work to do. “The guy said he can’t get you off his mind and to text him whenever you want. He does not strike me as the type to just say those things and I know he doesn’t strike you as that type either.”

It took a moment, but your smile came back. She was right. Life wasn’t perfect and you were far from it, but Bucky liked you just as you are. Tonight would be unforgettable no matter what.

“I appreciate the pep talk,” you said, thankful that she told you what you needed to hear. “I’ll even tell you the dirty details if anything happens.”

“Hell yeah, you will. Remember, at this point, I’m living vicariously through you until I find my own hunk,” she winked. “But I mean it. Have fun tonight and get your man.”

I will.

After your shift, you rushed to change for your date. You somehow managed to arrive a few minutes early outside of Bucky's shop and took a deep breath to get yourself under control. Catching your reflection in the window, you smiled before you turned away. Since Bucky hadn’t given you any hint for what you were doing, you chose your nicest sundress and kept your makeup minimal. You looked and felt beautiful, though you wished you would’ve brought a jacket with you.

Maybe Bucky will let me borrow his if he has one.

“Holy shit.”

You spun around when you heard Bucky’s voice behind you, your heart fluttering as he met you on the sidewalk. Instead of the jeans you usually saw him in, he wore khakis, a button up shirt, and a blue blazer that matched his eyes. He had his hair down, perfectly parted on the right side. You were so busy staring at the broad, handsome man that it took you a moment to realize he was trying to hand you something.

Flowers.

“Sorry. You just… wow,” he said as you took the small bouquet, sweeping his gaze over you as your cheeks grew warm. “You look so beautiful.”

You giggled and quickly covered your mouth with your hand, butterflies in your stomach when he gently smiled. “Don’t apologize,” you smiled back, taking a moment to smell the flowers. “You look pretty ‘holy shit’ yourself.”

His nose scrunched as he laughed and offered you his hand. “So, you’re telling me I clean up well. Steve insisted on the blazer when I said I wanted to bring my leather jacket.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Though I wouldn’t have minded the leather jacket,” you said. He would’ve looked gorgeous, as always. “And thank you for suggesting we meet here. We had a last minute order and I was scrambling."

"It's no problem. One of my clients was running a few minutes late and I almost had to take you out in jeans."

"I wouldn't have minded," you said. You both worked hard and understood that things would come up from time to time. "So, where are we headed?"

He cleared his throat as he led you to his car. “Well, do you want the good news or the bad news?”

Your stomach dropped a little. “Mmm. Bad news first,” you said after a moment. “Always better to end on a high note.”

“Bad news was I had planned to take you out on my motorcycle so we could have a picnic in the park. There was going to be live music and I would’ve asked you to dance,” he explained, looking up at the sky. “But…”

“The weather called for a storm tonight, didn’t it?” you mused, a wistful smile on your face when he nodded. The image of being in his arms under the stars as music drifted through the air made your heart skip a beat. It sounded like the perfect evening.

“Yeah. The band is rescheduling,” he said, tucking his hair behind his ear as he looked at the ground. “Then I thought I could take you to this art gallery nearby. They normally have these stunning paintings of landscapes and various statues, but the current exhibit is on human sexuality and reproduction. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but maybe it was too much for a first date.”

“Oh, come on. It couldn’t have been that bad,” you argued as he stopped and took out his phone.

“No?” he asked, tapping his screen before he showed you what you assumed was the page for the gallery.

“…That’s a giant dick,” you said before you could stop yourself, tilting your head as you stared at the phone. “And does that say BALLS?”

An older woman crossing in the opposite direction gave you an amused stare before you and Bucky burst into a fit of laughter. You had to hold on his arm to keep from collapsing on the ground. It was the funniest thing you had seen since you could remember and to think you almost saw it in person.

This date is off to a great start.

“Maybe I wanted to see a giant dick and balls,” you said once you caught your breath, pointing at him when he opened his mouth. “And don’t say ‘all I have to do is pull down my pants’ or something like that.”

But I know he has a big dick. I know.

He smirked as he started walking again. “Only if you ask me nicely, Sugar.”

He’s going to kill my ovaries.

“I’ll ask you very nicely, Hottie,” you teased, wondering exactly where you were going then. “If that was the bad news, what’s the good news?”

“I managed to get us a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in town,” he said, standing a bit taller.

He’s trying to impress me.

“That's really nice. And I’m sure dinner will be amazing,” you assured him, hoping he didn’t beat himself up over having to change his plans. It wasn’t his fault it was going to rain. He could’ve taken you to a fast food place and it would’ve been fine because you were with him.

“Speaking of, I better get us there so we aren’t late,” he said, opening the door for you to get in. “Maybe if you agree to a second date, I can take you out on my bike and have that picnic.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled, carefully putting the flowers in your lap and trying not to appear too eager that he was already thinking of a second date. You glanced around the car when he got in and drove off, noticing it was cleaner than when he took you home days prior.

Did he clean it for me?

You grinned as he hummed along to the radio, watching as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. “You could’ve made it as a musician if you weren’t a tattoo artist.”

“Now you’re just flattering me, Sugar,” he said. “Believe it or not, if I wasn’t a tattoo artist, I would’ve liked to be a science teacher. I loved science and everything space related growing up.”

“Really?” you asked. He would’ve been a wonderful teacher, no matter what age group he taught. “Okay. That’s another date night.”

“What? Playing teacher?” he joked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to wink at you.

“No,” you giggled, carefully shoving his arm since he was driving. “We’re going to a science museum. That's our third date. I’m going to watch you happily geek out over everything.”

“Yeah?” he asked, glancing at you after he parked the car. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah, I would. I think it would be a blast.”

I just want to spend time with you.

A soft expression took over his features when he took your hand and brought it to his mouth. His lips lightly brushed your skin, heat pooling in your gut as he made eye contact with you. The look alone made you want to skip dinner and go right to dessert. Why not throw caution to the wind?

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised before he got out.

You exhaled slowly and mentally told your libido to calm down. At the very least, you had to get through dinner. He went through the trouble of getting a reservation at a nice place and you weren’t about to take that away from him.

“Oh, wow. I haven’t been here before,” you said once you got a look at the name. Richard used to brag about the place, but never actually took you. From what you remember, he said the food was supposed to be expensive. You didn’t want Bucky to splurge on you.

“I haven’t either,” Bucky admitted. A fancy place didn’t seem like his style. “But it looked romantic.”

You bit your lip as he opened the door, the flickering candlelight in the entryway alone providing an intimate ambience. The date may not have been what he planned, but he clearly did his research and put thought into doing something nice for you. When was the last time someone tried to do something nice for you? When did anyone go out of their way to make you feel special?

“Hello,” Bucky said as the hostess greeted you. “Reservation for two under James.”

James?

The hostess scanned her screen before she looked up. “I’m sorry. That name isn’t coming up.”

Bucky’s cheeks turned pink when you glanced at him. “It should be under James, miss. James Barnes. Reservation for two for 7pm. I spoke with Charles. He confirmed it.”

You moved closer to Bucky when the hostess searched through her screen again. As calm as he sounded, you sensed he was anything but inside. You hoped he wasn’t embarrassed. Maybe she skipped over his name. A simple mistake.

“Charles did make a reservation for you, but he entered it for 7pm next Friday,” she said as she looked between the two of you. “We’re fully booked tonight. I'm sorry, James.”

Oh, no.

There was a tick in Bucky’s jaw before he shook his head and you wanted nothing more than to hug him. “No, that’s… It’s for tonight.”

“I’m so sorry. I can see if we can squeeze a table in for you, but it’ll be at least an hour,” she said, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. She probably expected one or both of you to make a scene. "I can get my manager?"

Bucky swallowed when he looked at you, his cheeks still pink. The candlelight danced in his eyes, but all you saw was sadness. No. You wouldn't allow that. This was your first date and it was going to be amazing.

You put a hand on his arm, his muscles relaxing under your touch. "It's okay. I know this amazing place that’s right around the corner."

"Are you sure?" he asked, the hostess visibly relaxing when you nodded.

"You have a good evening," you said to the hostess and tugged Bucky back toward the door. "I'm sure. Trust me. We may even beat the rain if we walk now."

“Okay,” he said, avoiding your gaze as you left. “Fuck. This is the worst first date, isn’t it?”

Your heart broke for him. All he wanted was to give you a nice evening and everything he tried fell through. “Not even close. And you have nothing to apologize for. Charles messed up the reservation, Hottie, not you.”

“Yeah, he did,” he said, his lip tugging like he wanted to smile. “I just really wanted tonight to be special and since I couldn’t give you the date I planned, I wanted to at least give you something nice. I couldn't even do that.”

Hearing that made you stop, even when you felt the first raindrop. "Tonight is special because you're spending time with me. That's all I wanted," you promised, squeezing his hand for good measure.

"That's really all?" he asked as he squeezed your hand in return.

"Well, not completely," you teased as another raindrop landed on your shoulder. "Maybe a kiss at the end of our date."

A wide smile formed on his face as he leaned in, not quite kissing you. "Whatever you want, Sugar."

As romantic as it was to stand on the sidewalk with him, the rain began to come down harder and had you rushing with him around the corner. “If you're still disappointed, you’ll feel much better when we eat. Antonia’s has the best food,” you said, holding out your hand in a grand gesture as you arrived. “Tada!”

Antonia's was a bit of a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Not extraordinary on the outside, but lively and bright on the inside. The food and service were top notch. It was one of your favorite places.

“Wait, Antonia's?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. “This is where you’re taking me?”

“Yeah,” you replied, suddenly nervous as you faced him. Did he not like it? “Is this okay?”

“This is one of my new favorite restaurants,” he said.

No way.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I designed one of Antonia's tattoos. And I decided to check out the place."

He's full of surprises.

"Then you know you're in for a treat," you winked.

The hearty aroma of the restaurant filled the air as you went inside and wiped some of the rain off your dress. Antonia was speaking with the hostess as you went up to the stand. The owner was involved in virtually every part of her restaurant.

"Welcome to…" Antonia began as she looked at you, then at Bucky, then back at you. "Oh! You two… it's a date!"

Antonia looks so happy.

"Hi. And yes. We're on a date," you giggled when Bucky sheepishly smiled. It was sweet. "You wouldn't happen to have a table for two available, would you?"

Antonia put her hand over her heart and flagged down a waiter with the other. "Lover's special for these two. Go."

You exchanged a look with Bucky, who appeared just as confused as you were. "Lover's special?"

"Yes, yes. Come with me," she said, patting Bucky's cheek before she took you through the restaurant. You expected her to seat you at one of the few empty tables, but she passed them to take you to a door in the back. "Tonight is special and that means a special dinner."

Your eyes widened at the sight before you once she opened the door. There was a lone table in the middle of the room, flowers similar to the bouquet Bucky gave you sat in the center. Unlike the bright main room, the dimmed lights gave the room a romantic glow.

Perfect.

"Peter will serve you. And if you need anything, just ask, okay?" Antonia asked, putting her hand over her heart again. Were there tears in her eyes? "Two of my favorite customers. Together! Enjoy!"

You had to pause and swallow the lump in your throat once she left you alone. A restaurant owner showed more enthusiasm for your date than your mom did for anything that involved you. She likely never would.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, pulling out your chair.

"I'm fine," you replied, refusing to let the thought of your mom damper the evening. "A little chilly. I should've brought a sweater with me."

Bucky removed his blazer and put it around you, tenderness in his blue eyes as he rubbed your arms. "I can't wait to see you in my leather jacket," he said, helping you take your seat before he took his.

Oh, he's going to give me his jacket? Am I going to only wear his jacket? Fuck.

"Thank you," you said, inhaling as he rolled up one of his sleeves beneath the elbow and then the other. You reached across the table to lightly trace one of the tattoos on his right arm. "It was nice of Antonia to put us back here."

"Then why did you look so sad when she left?"

He caught that?

"She just looked so happy to see us together and I didn't expect that. It's nice that someone is rooting for us," you said, tracing your finger along his wrist before you stopped. "I'm sorry. I should've asked before I started touching."

"Don't apologize. I like your touch," he said in a low voice.

You lifted your gaze, seeing fire in his eyes that had nothing to do with the dim lighting. When he turned his hand over to hold yours, you made no move to pull away. You wished you could put your hands all over him.

"Hi! I'm Peter!" The waiter greeted as he brought water to the table. Bucky didn't let go of your hand. "I'll be taking care of you tonight."

"Only one taking care of my girl tonight is me," Bucky said. As much as you loved hearing that, you were glad he gave poor Peter a tiny smile so he could relax. "I'm kidding. It's good to see you, Peter."

"Y-You, too, Mr. Barnes. And you, Miss. You have the best cupcakes in town."

"Thanks," you smiled, quickly putting in your order before you gazed at Bucky. "So, James. Tell me more about you. How long have you been friends with Steve?"

"James is my first name. Everyone calls me Bucky," he chuckled before he shook his head. "And that punk."

You smiled softly as you listened to Bucky, not at all surprised by how easily the conversation went. Steve was his best friend since childhood and they served together before they went into business together. It was evident that he took pride in his shop and respected everyone who worked there. He carried the same affection in his tone when he spoke about his sister, Rebecca. He liked to frequent art galleries with Steve, but also enjoyed riding his bike, reading, and everything science in his spare time.

I could listen to him talk for hours.

"You know, you haven't said much about yourself," he pointed out as he set his napkin on his empty plate.

"I haven't?" You asked.

"No, you haven't and I don't want to monopolize the conversation," he said, leaning forward to give you his full attention. "I want to know more about you."

You tightened the blazer around you, unsure of what to say. "My life isn't exactly exciting," you said, wishing you could think of something clever or fun to discuss.

"Doesn't have to be exciting. I just want to know you," he said before Peter showed back up.

"Would you like to look at the desert menu?" he asked as he took your plates away.

"I think you can bring the check. We're going to skip dessert," you answered, giving Bucky an assuring smile when he frowned. "Let's go to my shop instead."

If Bucky wanted to really know you, you had to tell him more of your story. Your bakery was the only place to do it. And it would be the perfect way to end the evening.

After you left the restaurant, with Antonia asking you to come back again, Bucky drove as safely as he could to the bakery. The rain didn't let up at all. You shrieked as you struggled to get the keys out of your purse, Bucky's blazer now soaked the longer you stood there. "Why didn't I get these out when I was still in your car?!" You shouted over the downpour.

"Why didn't I bring an umbrella?!" He yelled back, putting his hands over your head as if they would protect you.

The two of you practically fell through the door once you unlocked it and shut off the alarm. "We made it," you laughed, careful not to slip on the floor. He had his arm around you just in case. Tess was right, He wouldn't let you fall. "I'll get us some towels and you have your pick of any dessert I have in the fridge."

"You have any cupcakes?" He asked.

Your breath caught in your throat when you stepped back and caught the outline of multiple tattoos through his soaked shirt. "Yeah."

"See something you like?" he smirked, running a hand through his wet hair.

Fuck me.

"I do," you said, glancing down at yourself. "But I'm freezing and I owe you dessert."

Tess might also have words if I let Bucky ravage me by the front door.

You took Bucky to the kitchen and grabbed a few towels. It wouldn't dry you off completely, but it would help. You also put on some soft music. Not to set the mood necessarily, but just in case.

"So, this is where the magic happens," Bucky said, running the towel along his exposed skin.

"It is," you said, placing your hand on the counter. "You said you wanted to know me. It starts here."

"In the kitchen?"

"In the kitchen," you repeated, going to the fridge to take a container of cupcakes out. "I used to visit my grandparents every weekend when I was growing up. My dad wasn't around and my mom said it was for family quality time, but she never stuck around. The reality was that I cramped her style and she passed me off to them because she knew they wouldn't say no."

Bucky's jaw clenched as you let him take a cupcake. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," you said, gripping the lid tightly before you closed the container. "I remember crying because I wanted to take dance classes and try and make friends. My mom said I would be a terrible dancer and that it would be a waste of time and money. A great thing for a kid to hear, right?"

"Jesus," he whispered.

It wasn't exactly the happiest conversation to have, but you wanted to show Bucky a part of you that you didn't show to most people. "My grandma wiped my tears away and brought me into her kitchen. Said she had the perfect cure for the blues. Baking. And that's what we did every weekend until I got old enough to look after myself."

"Your grandma sounds amazing," he said, carefully examining the cupcake in his hand. "And baking became your passion."

"It did. She taught me to pour love into every creation I make. And that's what Tess and I do for others. If someone is having a bad day, at least they can have a treat and feel a little better," you said, pride in your eyes as you looked around. "My grandma supported my dream, but my mom almost disowned me for wanting to run this place. It isn't good enough in her eyes."

I'm not good enough.

Bucky's nostrils flared as he set the dessert down. "Your business isn't good enough for her? What the hell? It's flourishing. I can barely find a lull to come in to get some undivided attention. And your customers love you. She should be proud of you."

His defense of you was heartwarming. "Doesn't matter how successful my business is. She wanted me to marry rich, probably so she could get money from me, but I didn't. She berated me when I broke up with Richard. No matter what I do, I'm never going to be good enough in her eyes," you told him, patting the counter with your hand. "But this makes me happy and that's enough."

"That's why you were sad that Antonia was so happy about our date, wasn't it? Because your mom either doesn't or wouldn't support it," he guessed, reaching for you and pulling you into his arms. "She'll probably hate me. I'm not rich. Covered in tattoos."

"I don't care what she thinks of you. I don't need a rich guy or fancy dates. I just want someone who can provide companionship and support. Someone who respects and cares for me," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "A good, hard-working guy like you deserves the same."

It was too soon to voice it, but Bucky was the kind of man you needed in your life. Someone you could share parts of yourself with and know he wouldn't judge. A man who made your heart race beyond lust.

A partnership.

He stared deeply into your eyes and you had no idea what was going through his head, but his gaze told you so much. How could a pair of eyes be so expressive? "You're perfect, Sugar, and more than enough. You hear me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes before you blinked them away. He sounded sincere and unashamed at his declaration. You hadn't done anything to deserve such praise. "No, I'm not," you whispered.

"You are to me. You took a chance and asked me out. Soothed me when tonight didn't go the way I thought it would," he said, gripping your chin to recapture your gaze. "And you trusted me enough to share something vulnerable with me when you didn't have to. It means everything."

"I feel like I can open up to you," you said as the two of you slowly swayed to the beat. You couldn't remember why you were nervous about your date to begin with.

"And I'll take care of you. I mean it."

I hope he knows I'll take care of him, too.

"You know," you began with a soft smile. "Our first kiss was in your shop."

"It was," he smiled.

"So I think it's only fair that we have our second kiss in my shop," you said.

"You did say you wanted a kiss to end our date," he said, bringing a hand to the back of your neck, but giving you a chance to stop him.

You didn't.

Even though you expected it, you still gasped when he molded his mouth against yours. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, making you both eager and pliant as he licked his way across your lips. When he brushed his tongue against yours and took possession of your mouth, you mewled. Desire nearly blinded you from the taste of him.

I want more.

"I don't want our date to end," you breathed, clutching his arms to steady yourself.

"It doesn't have to," he said, resting a hand on your hip. His eyes were dark and full of want. To have him look at you that way, how could you possibly end the evening with one kiss? Why deny yourself what you both wanted?

"No, it doesn't," you agreed with a coy smile. "So. My place or yours?"

So. How do we think the evening will go? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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Live Now

Pairing: Camboy!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (Male masturbation)

Authors Note: I am so sorry for the delay on this one, but this past week was my return to work with inservices, meetings, and a staff workday Friday. I hope this chapter is up to everyone expectations, as always happy readings Buns.

“Siren, sweetheart when I imagined you making things hard for me I was imagining something different.”

You bite down on the grin that threatens to kiss your lips, schooling your features as you take in the man on the screen. There’s almost too much of him for that all to tiny screen of yours, you can’t place where your eyes want to land next. What part of him you want to drink in next.

“Fully clothed and I already have you looking dazed, can you imagine the day I have you under me?” your eyes snap to his grainy ones, narrowing as you give him an unamused look. “Someone’s cocky, I could just boot you, you know.”

The low chuckle that resonates from your laptop’s speaker has you clenching your thighs together. You’d never been more glad that they weren’t visible to the brunette. “You could, but would you want to?”

You raise a brow, “you think I won’t?”

You suck down a breath watching as he takes purchase on his thighs, biceps flexing as he leans in, “I know for a fact you won’t, now you under me what do you say?”

You mirror his posture, “I say, next time ask me nicer B.” He doesn’t have time to question your words before your booting him from the chat, his image leaving with a soft whoosh. Your phone goes off next to you, a notification from your website.

You unlock your phone your laughter bubbling up into the air of your room.

You’re being bratty tonight siren.

🤷‍♀️

You could have just been a good girl and used your words. Do you not want to be under me?

He’s right, you are feeling bratty, have been bratty since the night he confronted you about your set with Pietro. That night had also been the beginning of a back and forth friendship of sorts, you loved and hated it all the same.

As much as I would LOVE to run my mouth all over that body of yours I fear I’m not going to be able to handle you 🥲

Laugh it up sweetheart I’ll have tears running down your face in due time.

You bite your lip, thumbs running over your words.

You promise?

You leave him with that jumping over to the notifications that sit in your inbox from your sets. Many of the comments were wondering the same as the man in your messages. When were you going to collaborate with buckmeup.

You knew the questions would be flooding your notifications the night you had released the set with Pietro, many of buckmeups fan’s in your live that evening to see what type of thank you, you had for them. They didn’t sign off that night disappointed, if anything you had fueled their desire to see you with the male cammer further.Your live and sets that evening had reached buckmeup as well, his name popping up in your inbox an hour after your live had ended. He had been sincere with you from the first message that night, immediately apologizing for his previous comment making you feel some type of way.

I’ve gotta apologize sweetheart, for my comment, thought I was being playful but I can see where it might have been misconstrued, just didn’t want to get tangled with you when I already had previous commitment with someone else. I wanted to be entirely free to you when the time came, you deserve that.

You remember the sheer panic that encompassed you when he liked your photoset, but it didn’t compare to when his message came in. You had tried to play it off, even going as far as to throw in a teasing line about him not sending his fans to you.

Maybe you should have left the comment about his live out.

You watched my live?

You had laughed the comment off sayin;

And what if I did? You telling me you never watched another cammer before?

His answer was an obvious yes, it’s how he chose the female cammers to collaborate with. It’s how he found you.

His comment that followed after surprised you,

Awe shit sweetheart that must have stung, me making my comment then you seeing that.

You had been taken back to say the least, you weren’t expecting anything from him, much less this, an apology. You didn’t know what to say. So he spoke for you.

Let me make it up to you.

Please.

Since that night you had come to learn that B as you had taken to calling him these past weeks could beg you real nice when he wanted, it was a surprise you had lasted this long. He was making it very hard recently inviting you to private chat rooms to speak with you and you alone. No wandering eyes hiding behind the screen of a laptop, no comments popping up wanting more.

You had never met a man more resilient and charming like B, then again how many men had you come across that did sex work as their job?

The answer?

None.

A chime from your laptop is bringing you too, your eyes flicking over to message notification. You can’t help but laugh, ‘speak of the devil,’ you murmur clicking on your direct messages with buckmeup. It opens, a link to a private chat waiting for you, your brows furrow but you don’t hesitate to press the link.

A black screen takes over, a baited breath passes and he’s filling up your screen. An amused smile pulls at your lips, “you didn’t invite me just to boot me did you?”

“Now why would I do that?” he grins.

You raise a brow, “what do you want?” He laughs huskily, “why do you assume I want anything?”

You examine him for a moment, a chime goes off realization hitting, “are you?” the rest of your question freezes along your tongue. This is the first time you think you see guilt flash across his features.

He rubs at the stubble along his chin, “was gonna ask for help this evening but you booted me before I could ask, thought we could start slow, give you just enough to have you wanting more, what do you say?” It falls silent between the two of you, but neither looks away, the soft chime ringing in the background the only noise coming from your speakers.

Maybe your time had finally run out. You couldn’t avoid it forever, and this was your chance to build your following.

You bite.

You catch the wolfish grin that pulls at his lips when you get yourself comfortable. “You going to make my time worth my while? You know what I’m capable of.”

He chuckles leaning back onto his pillows, the hand you’ve imagined many nights wrapped around your throat coming into view. He trails it down to the lining of your favorite grey joggers on him, “something tells me you’ve seen just how good I can be sweetheart, not even going to think twice of clicking out." His gaze flickers off to the side, "Don’t worry guys, she’s not going anywhere.”

You laugh, “for now," you lean back agains the wooden frame of your bed, "you going to show me a good time B?"

You shouldn’t have been surprised, true to his word you hadn’t thought of exiting once since he began. You were in trance, and you were wet, thighs clenched aching for some kind of friction, anything to aide with the heat coursing through you due to the sight before you.

You had never wanted your lips wrapped around a cock more than you did now.

“Whats wrong siren?” he coos breathlessly, “that pretty pussy of yours aching for a touch?” You want to smack the grin off his plush lips, “touch yourself baby, fuck yourself on your fingers for me.”

Your hand comes into his view fingers swaying, “wouldn't feel as good as yours,” you pout, “I wanna feel full.”

He throws his head back in a low groan, fist going over his cock a little quicker now, “let me in siren,” he grunts fucking up into his fist, “I’ll fill you up just like you need, all you’ve got to do is let me in.”

You find the thought laughable because he was already in, you agreeing to this was that wall finally crumbling down.

He watches your hand fall onto your clothed chest, fingers dancing down your torso, "that's it baby, keep going," he breathes. Your teeth catch on your lower lip, fingers drawing closer to the tops of your silk bottoms. "Touch your pussy for me."

The walls crumbles to ash your teeth sink lower into your lip, your fingers dipping beneath the waistband till they're going over the curls covering your mound parting your slick folds. The hold your teeth have loosens, your lip dropping on a silent gasp, “that's my girl,” he husks, eyes locked on you.

Your touch is feather light, a low whine bubbling in your chest as you test the waters. "Don't be shy, touch yourself, make yourself feel good." Listening to his words your eyes leave his darkened ones trailing down his exposed stomach to where his hand is wrapped around his hardened length low grunts spilling from his lips as he works himself over.

You dip your fingers a little further collecting slick as you drag back up to circle your clit, finding the spot that makes jolts of pleasure course through you. Pressing a little harder, working your finger a little quicker, your breath catches in your throat.

A breathy moan is sounding from your laptops speakers, in the form of your screen name, the sinful things you would do to hear that again.

"Feels so good B," you breathe, your body trembling as you work your fingers faster trying to match his pace.

“Fuck siren, being so good for me, a good girl aren't you?” he groans as he watches you pleasure yourself, his hands gripping himself a little tighter, pumping a little harder to what he imagines is the swivel of your finger beneath your silky night shorts. Your eyes slip shut, head thunking against your wooden headboard as you let the sound of him consume you. You’re close to the edge, the broken moans, and low grunts of your screen name have your head reeling, fingers circling faster. It’s not enough, the need to feel him growing strong, your hand itching to wrap around his hardened length.

“Talk to me Siren, tell me what you need?" he grunts.

“I need you” you moan, “want you here with me, want you to fill me up, want to be so full of you.” you whine.

His mouth is dipped open in a low moan, eyes hooded over in lust, and you can’t bring yourself to look away. “I know sweetheart, I know, but you're being so good for me Siren, you're such a good girl.” he murmurs.

Your fingers match the rhythm in which he pumps at his cock, "I'd be so good, such a good girl for you," you moan, biting back the 'only girl'.

"I know baby I know, now why don't you let me see just how good it can be, let go for me."

You’re right on the edge, toes over the cliff and the thing to send you over is the growl of your name falling from his lips, his warmth coating his abdomen, spilling over his fist. The first wave hits, your orgasm washing over you as your toes curl, finger stilling over your clit, a low moan spills from your lips, “That's it sweet girl, ride it out for me.”

You groan as you come down from the pleasure, a giggle slipping past your lips as you pull your fingers from your shorts. You slip lower into your sheets watching as Bucky shifts around on the screen cleaning himself up. He slips up his jogger composing himself before he begins his signoff. It goes like it does every night, with a promise to see them tomorrow. He signs off with a final wave, a swish sounding before his attention is focused solely on you, and you alone.

He gets comfortable against his headboard, "you feeling alright there Siren?"

You chuckle, "a little dissatisfied, but nothing my little vibe can't fix later tonight."

"A free show for a free show." he teases.

He's drawing another laugh from you, "I'll make sure to invite you to a private chat tomorrow, give you a free show and get my coin."

He chuckles the sound going throw you, "thank you for tonight by the way, I'm sure it wasn't ideal me throwing it on you like this - but I was running out of choices."

"Told you, you just needed to ask me nicely, I would have eventually said yes."

Your eyes track the way he runs his tongue over his lower lip, teeth catching, "thank you for giving me a chance."

"You keep it up and you'll be making due on your promises in no time B."

He grins, "I look forward to is Siren." The two of you bid one another a farewell, a promise on your lips to see him tomorrow before he's signing off, your screen going back to your website.

You go through some of the new notifications that popped in, setting up your new sets to upload before you're signing off for the night, laptop snapping shut as you push it off to the side. Slipping from your bed you grab your phone, night robe, and night ware intent on a warm shower before you call it a night. Making your way into you bathroom you set your things down on the counter picking up your phone to set some music.

Your search for music comes to a pause, a notification from cashapp vibrating across your screen. Brows furrowed you click the notification.

'Bucky Barnes' has sent you $500.

For a second you worry that someone has mistakenly sent you a large amount of money but as your gaze drifts further down the message that follows has your heart swooping in your chest.

"Thank you again for tonight Siren, hope you didn't think I was the only one making coin tonight, this is for you - buckmeup"

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