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CW: Anal sex, dirty talk, Bucky is extremely filthy, voyeurism, sex toys, daddy kink, spit kink, lots of praise and sweetness, after care, discussions of sexual assault and heavy (good) emotions toward the end.
Sadie and Bucky are extremely "Lover" coded. I feel like it's the kind of song that she would write about him <3
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Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my Lover - Taylor Swift, "Lover"
BUCKY
BUCKY'S TRAILER || EDEN, KENTUCKY
Every day, I text Sadie a different flower. Tonight, I tried to pick all the ones I'd sent her.
I can't afford much for her birthday, but I can do this and cook her something incredible on Friday.
The wildflowers are clutched in my fist, and I'm heading out the door and into the darkness. I'm planning on walking. No need to start the bike up and make a fuss. Laura works early, and I'm planning on being at the shop for 9:00am for work.
As I'm locking up, I hear the sound of boots shuffling against wood and turn my head slightly while sliding my key out of the lock. Prison taught me how to keep my head on a swivel.
"Where are you sneakin' off to?" Laura's voice floats toward me from the porch.
I turn and see the cherry of a cigarette dancing in the darkness.
"I thought you'd be asleep."
She moves into the deep silver moonlight, a smile on her face as her eyes land on the wildflowers in my hand.
"Those are pretty." She takes a drag from her cigarette. "Who is she?"
I shake my head.
"I can't tell you that."
Laura's grin gets wider.
"Her name wouldn't start with an S, now, would it?"
Fuck. I can play this off. I give a small half-shrug and smile at her.
"I don't know."
"And she wouldn't have the last name Rogers, now, would she?"
My stomach flips.
"How'd you know that?"
"Because you two are very loud when you fuck. Clint and I could hear you from the front of the house."
I wince and pinch the bridge of my nose.
"Christ, I didn't..."
"Bucky, it's fine," she laughs. "We're not gonna say nothin' to Steve. She's a grown woman, and you're a grown man. And from what we heard, she really seems to like you. She agrees with you a lot, too."
