In the 40's homosexuality was known as 'disgusting'. Being that homosexuality was viewed that way, Bucky and Steve have to keep there engagement a secret. There taking a lot of risk with there relationship. Especially now that there getting married.
NSFW WARNING: Gender role play, daddy kink, Dom and Sub play (BDSM), Cursing
CHAPTER WARNING: Cursing, smut
A/N: Hello! This is my first fanfiction on wattpad, and one of my first smuts. So it would mean a lot if you vote and/or comment.( you don't have to ) If you have any suggestions or recommendations those are always allowed. Also! I would like to give an AMAZING shoutout to one of my best friends KatDomo. She made my cover and it's absolutely beautiful. Thank You! Btw this is mildly edited. ____________________________________ May in New York was unpredictable. It could be freezing cold one day, then the next hotter than the African Savannah.
That day was one of the cooler days, May 5th to be. I was like a bat outta hell, I was walking so fast I almost broke into a sprint. That was the day, the day I was going to ask Steve to marry me. In the pocket of my coat, my hand was tightly clenched around a necklace. Despite the cold weather the necklace was scolding hot in my hand.
I was eager and nervous at the same time, eager to know the answer of the charming question, but nervous of the reaction.
Usually a guy would get a ring for his gal, but I couldn't do that, being that we don't make to much money. So instead, I had gotten Steve a necklace.
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A gold and silver triangle with a thick black strap. I secretly saved money for months, starting in December of last year. Thank god I did to, the necklace had costed a pretty penny.
I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize I was already in front of our building. I looked up at our bedroom window, anxiety filled my feelings and thoughts.
I was terrified of rejection, Steve was my best friend, my love, my punk, my boyfriend. A pleasant shudder ran down my spine. I loved to say, to think of Steve that way. To know that Steve was mine and only mine. And I was Steve's and only Steve's. I was Steve's Princess, and Steve was my daddy, sometimes Mister.
I had pushed my thought's away as I climbed up the stair's, as I got to our door I unlocked it and walked in. The little heat condition we had in our apartment slowly warmed me up. As I walked in, the smell of beef stew filled my nostrils, Steve had always been the cook for us.
I saw him sketching, while tangled in a white sheet from our bedroom. As I took my shoes off he looked up and smiled.
" Hey baby, how was work today? " " Good, busy as hell though. What did you do today? "
In the mist of Steve talking I put my coat down on the chair, I was starting to sweat. What if Steve didn't want to marry me? What if he wasn't ready? What if I wasn't ready? No I am ready, I'm the one who's proposing for christ's sake.
" - Beef Stew, Bucky are you even listening to me? " " What? "
" I said, then I started cooking Beef Stew. What's wrong Buck, you seem on edge today. I can see you sweating. "
