Steve Rogers And Bucky Barnes Images

Together

Warnings - Sexual Assault/Rape, blood/gore, guilt and burden feeling after assuault and not telling, panic/anxiety attack,

This is for the men out there who fee like it's never spoken about. You are seen, you are heard, and you are believed. Whoever tells you "Well, it doesn't happen to guys" do not listen. It happens to everyone and everything, and I am so sorry you told someone your story and you were untrusted. I may not be a man, or have any understanding, but I have the courage to listen to your story and believe every word you say.

This is a rewritten version of my previous one shot titled the exact same.

Butterfly kisses trailed from Steve's neck, down to his jaw as his hands pawed at your hips gently grinding in his lap. Your breaths were just hitting the right spot as your teeth scraped against his skin; red and warm from blood draining right down to his aching crotch as he did his best not to thrust up at you too harshly, keeping pace and some sort of control in the back of his mind as his head reeled back to allow you more access to him.

More access to him than anyone has had before.

False.

It was like some reign of terror hit him just as your fingers danced between the lines of safety, and without even noticing, he stopped you. The sweat beading down his forehead was no longer from the teasing you've done to him, or the kisses, or even you. Hell, Steve had no idea he could be this flushed until he was stopping all his movements and sitting up on the bed, basically throwing you off him so he could make his way to the bathroom.

The door shutting behind him finally had you breaking out of the spell of confusion and shock, your shirt magically being thrown over your head as you stumbled to your feet and made your way to follow the soldier. Though, all momentum was lost as you fell into the door, the handle locked as you pushed against the wood.

"Steve?" Voice cracked, you clear your throat and press against the cool wood, listening as the shower turns on. "Steve, are you okay?" Knocking does no good as calling out once did, but you persist anyway, looking around the floor of your room to find a coin you kept in the corner to unlock the door.

Upon swinging it open, you found your boyfriend standing beneath the pouring water, his jeans still clad to his legs, shirt having gone missing in the antics of your arousal fifteen minutes prior. But, you paid no mind to it as you stepped in beside him, the spray of water splashing against his skin and onto you as he held himself against the wall and breathed heavily.

Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, Steve gave one heavy sigh before turning to you and pressing your back against the wall. His arms caged you in, water forcing his hair down to his forehead, almost covering his eyes and the stream of tears. Though, it took you a moment to get to that conclusion after being dragged beneath the shower head, soaking you in seconds as he stared down at you.

"Steve?" Trying once more, you place a hand over his cheek, caressing the soft skin where his smile marks have imprinted themselves. They were visible without even smiling. "What's going on?" Voicing your concern, you pull his head up by the roots of his hair, understanding that he may not want to talk, but he was scaring you in the silence.

A heavy breath form him; body shaking in slight tremors as if the steam from the water wasn't making you sweat even more. "I–" Just by the sound of his voice, he seemed terrified now, scared and shaking in the holds of your touch as he struggled to find the right words. "I lied to you, Y/N," he says finally, breaking his tone down to a whisper as his head shakes vigorously.