When you need something to help you stay alert study, you found a whole lot more than you were looking for. Tatted and massive. He was what your dreams were made of, but is he a nightmare? He claimed you, and now he intends on keeping you. No ma...
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, depictions of anxiety/panic attack, depictions of social anxiety, mentions of child abuse, mentions of death of a parent, arson, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 5.9K
*Bucky Barnes edits by Nix Akimbo
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One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
You inhale deeply. Exhaling as you take another step forward. This was a bad idea. It hadn't been long enough.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
Blinking away the tears as much as you can, you look at the aisle in front of you. Grocery shopping shouldn't be so difficult. And it shouldn't hurt so much. You drank coffee. You needed things to make the perfect coffee, and it made you think of your father all over again.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
You're not a particularly claustrophobic person, but the aisles are closing in on you. It is becoming difficult to breathe. Just reach out and grab the milk. It was right there, and you needed it. You were told getting out would help you. It wasn't.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
There are eyes all on you. They are judging you. Whispering about you. They hadn't seen you out since before your father passed. They were talking about his death. You hear someone even whisper something about a mercy kill.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
Your lip trembles as you reach into the cooler. Grabbing onto the milk. You did it. Now to put it into the cart. Inhale. Exhale. One movement at a time. This would have to be all you got for for today, you are already exhausted thinking about checking out. A cart crashes into another, and you flinch, dropping the milk loudly onto the floor. Exploding the carton everywhere.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
Dropping onto the floor, you hug your knees to your chest, counting to six way too many times. You messed up again. You failed again. You were being laughed at again. You were hated again. You were a joke again.
"Hey," his voice is soft as he places your hand over his mouth. "Feel my breath," you look up at him confused as he deliberately breathes onto your fingers. His silver eyes look at you with the utmost tenderness.
"There ya go. Just like that," your breathing starts to regulate, and you feel your ass soaked in spilled milk. "Uh uh, keep feeling my breath," his voice is soothing. Caring. You hadn't heard a voice like that in years, if ever.
