Happy Birthday, Yasha
AN: Creeping in with a story for Bucky’s birthday, I bring you Cap Quartet filth. This is just porn. Not a sniff of plot. Based in the same BDSM AU as The ties that bind us. Sam and Steve have fully consented to this scene in advance and can safeword at any time without consequence.
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@buckybarnesevents Bucky’s Birthday Bash - Base - AU Bucky; Filling - Forced Proximity Frosting - Sam, Nat and Steve; Toppings - Humiliation/Degradation Kink, And
Build a Bucky Bingo - March - Impact Play
@stuckygeekevents Bingo - O1 - “Why did you flinch?”
@stuckybingo - N3 - Free space
@steverogersbingoBingo - D4 - Sex Party
@caplanbuckybarnes’s Weekly Writing Challenge #3 - “Please kiss me.”
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Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and Nat has arranged a private party, just for him.
Relationship: Dom Bucky x Domme Nat x Switch (but Sub in this) Sam x Sub Steve.
Word count: 3.2k
CW: BDSM AU, Pre-established relationship, Polyamorous relationship, Bondage, Impact Play, Ass Play, Body Worship, Female Masturbation (briefly), Frotting, Anal Sex, Humiliation/Degradation Kink, edging, Face Sitting, Oral Sex, Cum Play/Cum eating, Cum Slut Steve Rogers, Aftercare, Safe, Sane and Consensual.
Bucky couldn’t help but grin, his arms around Nat’s waist and his chin resting on her shoulder as he took in the scene before him.
“Is this all for me, Natty?”
“Of course it is, Yasha. A party just for you.” His pack-mate and fellow Dom stated, her smile evident in the tone of her voice.
They were standing in the playroom, and spread out - and tied up - on the bed in front of them were their Switch, Sam, and their Sub Steve.
Sam was laid on his back, arms attached to the headboard and ropes around his thigh holding his legs open. A silver plug with a bright red jewel poked out from between his round buttocks. Steve was laid face down on top of Sam, his small body similarly bound but with a blue, jewelled plug stretching his rim wide. Neither could move much, but it wasn’t stopping the pair of them trying to rub their cocks together as they messily made out.
“Fuck,”Bucky exclaimed again. “Look at them. Pretty as a picture and all dressed up for me. How am I gonna top this when it’s your birthday?”
Nat turned her head and nipped at Bucky’s ear. “You’ll think of something, handsome. You always do. Now, go enjoy your birthday treat. They’ve been like this for fifteen minutes already and I edged them a couple of times before I brought you down here, so they’re both a hair's-breadth away from coming apart.”
“You’re staying, though?” Bucky nuzzled into Nat’s neck, enjoying the way his scruff brought a red rash up on her neck. She might be a Dom as well, but that didn’t mean Bucky didn’t like marking her. She gave as good as she got anyway.
“I was hoping you’d ask. I want to see which one of them starts to cry first. You go left, I go right?”
“Deal.”
Bucky had known when Nat said she had a surprise for him today that it would be something along these lines, so he’d been waiting, just dressed in his leather pants, until she came to get him. Nat herself was dressed in her favourite PVC outfit - a push up bra with cutouts at the nipples, crotchless panties and thigh-high stiletto boots. She looked exquisite.
He stalked over to the right hand side of the bed, climbing up beside the two desperate, strung up men. He tapped Sam on his shoulder, as Nat on the other side tapped Steve, and the two broke apart and looked at the two Doms. Two pairs of eyes were blown wide and two faces had lax expressions, already looking totally fucked out. Bucky laid down and captured Sam’s lips, Nat doing the same to Steve.
It never ceased to amaze Bucky how different Sam was from Steve. Steve was a Sub, but a bratty one, needing to be forced into submission for his own good more often than not. Sam, though, as a Switch, was never intentionally bratty, but sometimes had difficulties moving from one headspace to the other. It seemed that Nat had done the hard work already, or maybe Sam was just in a submissive move, because he opened himself to Bucky’s domineering kiss without any resistance. Bucky laid his left hand on top of Steve’s buttocks, feeling the little movements his favourite brat was trying to make in an attempt to get friction on his no-doubt aching prick. With a grin into Sam’s mouth, Bucky brought his hand down onto Steve’s ass - a warning to stay still. He heard the angry squeak despite it being muffled by Nat.
Bucky pulled back, enjoying the way Sam chased his lips, and how Sam’s broad chest heaved with need.
“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you Sammy? Gonna let me do exactly what I want, when I want, yeah?”
“Yes, s-sir,” Sam stuttered out, eyes glazed.
“Unlike this one,” continued Bucky as he took a firm grip of Steve’s dirty blonde hair and jerked his head back, pulling him from Nat. Steve’s eyes rolled, the little pain-slut he was, but there was still defiance in his eyes - he wasn’t as deep down as Sam was. “Fighting it as usual, Stevie? And on my birthday too? What am I going to do with you?”
Steve just narrowed his eyes, but for once didn’t talk back. He was probably too distracted by his throbbing cock to come up with something witty.
“Natty, can you reward Sam for being a good boy while I just work on Steve’s attitude?”
Nat smiled back enigmatically, then moved herself so Sam could turn his head and take one of her PVC clad breasts into his mouth and tease the nipple with his tongue. Nat let her head loll back and allowed herself to enjoy the sensations. Bucky, on the other hand, rose up from the bed, and with the feeling of Steve’s blue eyes boring a hole between his shoulder blades he went and opened up the wooden armoire that held their toys. His fingers trailed along the handles of the various implements used for chastisement and finally settled on his flogger. There were two of almost every implement, one made for Nat’s small grip and one made for Bucky’s much larger one. If Sam was in Dom mode with Steve, then he borrowed Bucky’s, but Sam wasn’t as much into impact play as the two Doms.
As Bucky turned back to the bed he carefully kept the flogger hidden behind his back, not wanting Steve to know how he was going to get punished until it happened. He positioned himself by the side of the bed and used his free hand to hold Steve’s head down against Sam’s collarbone, making it impossible for him to see.
“Stay still, and be good,” Bucky commanded, but wasn’t at all surprised when a sharp “Fuck you” was the answer. He leant down, head close to Steve’s ear. “I plan to, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you until you make a mess of yourself and Sammy. Maybe I’ll make you clean it up as well.” Bucky didn’t even need to see it to know that Steve shivered at the mental picture he’d painted. Pain and humiliation were Steve’s bag - it’s why they meshed so well, Steve enjoying everything that Bucky could dish out. Without any further warning, Bucky brought the flogger down on Steve’s deceptively plump ass. He didn’t strike all that hard, but starting too soft with Steve never brought the right results and he bit back a dark chuckle as Steve let out a shout and wiggled as much as he could, resulting in him just rubbing his trapped dick against Sam’s.
“Why did you flinch?” Bucky asked with mock confusion.
“Fuck!” was the breathy response. This was gonna be good.
Bucky flicked his eyes up to Nat’s, which sparkled back at him with amusement as she stroked her hand over Sam’s short hair and encouraged him to pay attention to her other breast. She was already lazily playing with her clit, enjoying the scene before her. Bucky smirked and brought the flogger back down onto Steve, another beautiful sound of pained pleasure meeting his ears. It only took another dozen swipes, evenly distributed over Steve’s ass and upper thighs, for Bucky to feel the fight go out of his Sub, Steve finally relaxing under his hand.
Discarding the flogger to the floor, Bucky moved back around to the end of the bed and climbed up between the two pairs of spread legs. He took hold of one plug with each hand and slowly pulled and twisted them until Steve’s and Sam’s rims were stretched around the widest part of each before pushing them back in. Two choked off groans echoed around the room, and Bucky’s grin broadened as he started to fuck both of them with the plugs. As anticipated, Steve started showing signs of being close to orgasm first, so Bucky stopped playing with his plug, enjoying the strangled wail of disappointment that spilled from him. However, it was only a minute or so later that Bucky saw Sam’s balls start to draw up, so he stopped playing with his plug as well.
Having tested for himself how ready they both were, Bucky unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He picked up the bottle of lube that Nat had thoughtfully tucked at the base of the bed and squirted some out onto his palm. As he stroked himself, he took another moment just to appreciate how beautifully Sam and Steve had been laid out for him. Fuck, it would be easy just to stroke himself to the view and leave the pair of them needy and unsatisfied. It was a tempting thought - he always delighted in marking both of them with his cum -, but neither of them had been particularly badly behaved recently and he was feeling in a kind mood.
Satisfied that he was sufficiently slicked up, Bucky removed Steve’s plug, being a little rough but in the way that Steve liked. Without ceremony, he pressed his cock inside Steve’s hole, the guttural moan sounding like music to his ears. Nat had moved off the bed and had come to stand behind him, a reverse of their earlier pose. She peered around his thick body as he speared into Steve, who had returned to kissing Sam as the pair of them were jostled together.
“Look how beautifully he takes you, Buck,” Nat observed, her gaze fixated on the way Steve’s body stretched to accommodate Bucky’s thick cock. Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled back and thrust forward with vigour.
“You did a wonderful job preparing him, moya printsessa.”
He thrust forward again, enjoying the way his balls slapped against where Sam and Steve were pressed together, their combined precum making a sticky mess. He let himself sink into the pleasure of using his Sub until Nat let him know that Steve was close to coming.
“Careful, moy lyubimii.”
Gritting his teeth, Bucky pulled out of the warm clutch of Steve’s ass and pushed the plug back in, watching the ripple of the muscles in Steve’s back and listening to his once more frustrated wail. Bucky gave a harsh spank to his still red ass.
“Patience, kitten. ‘I want’ doesn’t get. You come if I allow it.”
Using deft fingers, Bucky removed Sam’s plug more carefully than he had Steve’s, and lowered his hips, curling himself over Steve where he was laid on top of Sam so he could sink into his other lover. Sam’s moan was deeper but equally as needy sounding as Steve’s as Bucky started to fuck into him. It was taking all of Bucky’s control to hold back, because he didn’t want to come yet - he had his own plan and was determined to see it through. And, with the way that he was pressed against both of them, he wasn’t surprised by how both Sam and Steve continued to moan, the friction between them increasing with Bucky’s movement.
“Don’t come yet, sweethearts. The first to come doesn’t get my cum and doesn’t get to have Nat ride his cock. He’ll also have to be on clean up duty as well. So best behaviour, both of you.
“Sir!” Sam shouted out in panic. “Please! I’m too close. I’m gonna come.”
“You’ll just have to hold it, Samuel. You get a break when I give you one.”
Taking a peak around Steve’s small frame, Bucky could see the way that Sam was now biting his lower lip, his fists holding tight to ropes that bound him to the bed as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. He gave a few more firm thrusts and decided it was time to return to Steve.
As soon as he slipped back inside his bratty sub, he knew that Steve was on a knife-edge. His whole body was trembling and he was letting out pathetic mewling noises each time Bucky punched his way up into Steve’s guts.
“Check his face, Natty,” Bucky huffed out between thrusts and Nat strutted around the bed. She leant down to peer at Steve’s face where it was buried into Sam’s neck.
“You’re right, James. He’s crying already. Are you about to come, Steve?” she cooed. “You gonna make a mess all over Sam? Are you looking forward to cleaning me and Sam up and swallowing down all that cum?” She fisted her hand into Steve’s hair, wrenched it up and gave a little slap to his tear stained face. “I bet you’re not even sad that Bucky isn’t gonna come in you, because this way you get to taste it. You’re just our little cumdump, aren’t you, Steve? Can’t get enough of the taste. I bet we could get you to clean the whole floor with your tongue if we just splattered it with our cum. You act all bratty, but you just wanna be on your knees, don’t you? Maybe another day we should tie you down and just come all over you. Leave you in a sodden mess. You’d be in heaven.”
Steve cried out and his body spasmed around Bucky’s cock, his slim hips moving as much as they could, humping onto Sam as his orgasm rocked through him, pushed over the edge by Nat’s words. Bucky hissed and closed his eyes, trying to hold back his own orgasm, and Sam groaned as his cock slipped and slid against Steve’s.
“I knew it,” Nat said, her voice full of derision. “Pathetic.” She released Steve’s hair and shifted her attention back to Sam, running the back of her hand across his cheek bone as he looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re gonna be a good boy though, aren’t you? Gonna let Bucky come inside you, but not let yourself go until I’ve ridden that gorgeous dick of yours?”
“Yes, m-ma’am. G-gonna try.”
“Make sure you do, or I’ll ruin it for you.”
Bucky almost felt sorry for Sam. He had to be struggling about now, and Bucky had seen Nat ruin orgasms before - it wasn’t nice. Bucky pulled out of Steve, who was now laid lax and snivelling, and returned to Sam’s waiting heat.
“Sir!” Sam shouted. “Oh god!” His hips bucked up as much as they could in his bound position, bumping Steve.
“Hold it, Sam,” Bucky barked back as he set a bruising pace, no longer able to resist the urge to just chase his pleasure. His movements jolted Steve even more, who whimpered as his spent cock was overstimulated from being rubbed up against Sam’s. Bucky could feel Sam’s channel flutter around him, desperately trying to hold back, and the sensation tipped Bucky off the cliff. A deep groan left him as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into Sam, his hips continuing to snap back and forth until there was nothing left in him.
After he came down, Bucky pulled out and sat back on his heels, recovering his breath. Steve’s hole still gaped at him, and his cum was dripping out of Sam.
“Nat - come look.”
“Oooh, pretty,” she said before bending down and attacking Bucky’s lips with her own. They kissed ferociously for a few moments, fighting each other with tongues and teeth before they moved apart and untied Steve. They rolled him off Sam and he laid prone on the edge of the large bed. Bucky started to rub at the rope marks around his wrists and his thighs, bringing the blood back into full circulation
Meanwhile Nat climbed up onto the mattress, admiring Sam’s still rock-hard cock, the head a deep crimson-purple and covered in Steve’s cum and his own pre-cum. She leant down and licked a stripe up it, letting out an evil giggle at how it twitched.
“Nat! Please!” Sam begged, and with a smirk she took pity on him, throwing her leg over him, taking hold of his cock and sinking down in one move. She leaned back, her hands braced on Sam’s spread legs and began to ride him.
“Fuck, Sam. Love this dick so much. Feels so good. Just hold on for me.”
Bucky watched in amusement, only stopping to tap Steve’s face with his softening cock and then feeding it between Steve’s lips when he blinkingly opened his eyes.
“First clean up duty, Stevie.”
Steve just moaned and started to suck and lick at the cock in his mouth, eager for every drop of Bucky’s cum he could get.
On the other side of the bed, Nat had changed her position, now palming one of her own breasts through her bra, pinching the nipple through its peek-a-boo hole and rubbing at her clit with her other hand. Sam was tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, whimpering, and as soon as Nat shuddered out her own orgasm, Sam’s face screwed up and he shouted, finally letting himself let go.
Nat gave herself a few moments to recover before she eased off Sam, his cum running down her inner thighs, and straddled Steve instead, her puffy cunt hovering over his face.
“Next clean up, Steve. And you better make me cum again.”
“I will, ma’am. Please. Wanna taste you and Sam.” Steve couldn’t keep the eagerness from his voice.
“So you can be good? Now, get to work.” She sat down and Bucky heard her sigh in pleasure as Steve slurped loudly, his small hands coming up to hold Nat’s thighs. Bucky smiled and moved over to release Sam’s bonds and rub at his aching limbs.
“So perfect for us, Sam,” he praised. “Just relax for a moment. You worked so hard.”
“Please kiss me,” Sam slurred out, and who was Bucky to deny him? He laid down next to Sam and gently kissed him, lazily trailing his fingers over Sam’s still sensitive body, amused by the answering whimpers and twitches.
“Fuck! Steve!” Nat shouted, her hips bucking. “There! Just there.” She had one hand on the headboard and the other in Steve’s hair, holding his head in place as she fucked his face with her pussy. She threw her head back and wailed as her second orgasm washed over her. She rocked her hips slower as she came down, and then slid down Steve’s body. His face was flushed red, shiny with her and Sam’s combined spend, and his hair was sticking up every which way. He looked totally debauched and more than happy about it. Nat kissed him deeply before urging him up and over to Sam.
“Clean his cock first, Steve,” she urged. “Then you can get your taste of Bucky’s cum.”
Steve crawled with wobbly limbs over to where Sam was now dozing, his head in Bucky’s lap, having his hair petted. When Steve started to lick and kiss at his cock and balls, Sam let out a happy sigh.
Nat pulled herself up against the headboard, the other side of Sam, and looked indulgently down at her Switch and Sub before turning her attention to Bucky.
“Did you enjoy that, Yasha?”
Bucky opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Sam’s whining moan as Steve pushed his face between his ass cheeks, and most probably, wormed his tongue in Sam’s ass. Bucky chuckled.
“Best birthday ever, milaya. We’d best start planning for Steve’s. What was it you said about all of us coming over him and leaving him lying in it?”
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I Wish
Pairing: Reader/Kisame
Prompt: "Blue Lips, Blue Veins" for Friday, March 17th
Rated: T+
Summary: You’re cold, he’s hot. There’s only one logical solution for that.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1000
A/N: For @kisames-corner Kisame birthday event.
I read the prompt and thought “cold”, idk if it really fits, but here we are 🤷♀️
[Masterlist]
Despite the stop in the cave and despite the warm fire you were now sitting close to, your body shook and your teeth clattered. It was so cold!
Your superior looked at you from across the fire with an amused smirk. "Keep that up and you'll alert every bounty hunter in the country."
Kisame chuckled as you tried to stop your teeth from clattering again, and failed.
Of course he wasn't as affected by the weather! Not only was he one of the biggest guys you'd ever seen, he had that giant Akatsuki cloak to help him keep warm.
Since you weren't really a full fledged member of the Akatsuki, just little more than one of Sasori's subordinates, you didn't have a cloak of your own yet. It wasn't fair, really. Tobi had one!
You inched closer to the fire, any closer and you'd be in the fire, yet you were still cold! You continued to eye Kisame’s cloak, wondering if you could get away with stealing it for a few hours. Probably not. Maybe you could just sit close enough to stick your hands under the hem? Maybe your feet too?
“Huh? What are you staring at?”
"Give me...Your. Heat." You mumbled, teeth still clattering around every word.
"What?"
With all the speed of a desperate ninja you leapt over the fire, somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that you were finally warm for just a second, towards Kisame.
Kisame let out a string of confused profanities as he struggled to keep you off of him without resorting to tossing you to the other side of the cave. "The hell are you doing?"
"Warm! Warm!"
"What?"
With enough speed you were finally able to rip open Kisame's cloak. You paused your frantic movements as you registered that you had revealed his bare chest. How?! How was he running around in this weather without a shirt? The cloak must be warmer than you thought!
He paused too, his hands still gripping your forearms, and smirked when he noticed your eyes roaming his chest. "Like-"
He may have thought you were checking him out, but what really drew your attention wasn't the fact that his muscles were impeccably chiseled (well, mostly) but that his core was radiating enough heat to warm you up.
Before he could finish his smug response, you pulled your arms out of his grasp and spun around. You practically slammed your back into his chest and clutched the front of the cloak closed, relishing in the trapped body heat.
"Seriously? You know, if you can’t handle a little chill-"
Kisame began to reprimand you, his hands hovering awkwardly by your shoulders as he wasn’t sure what to do now, but you ignored his complaints and looked up at him. “Yea, you’re right. This isn’t practical.”
“What ar-”
For a second time your actions confused him so much that he could do nothing but stand still. You turned around with a shuffle, careful not to open the front of the cloak, and hopped up and anchored yourself to him by locking your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
A smaller man might have been imbalanced by the sudden shift in weight and slight but sudden impact, but this was Kisame Hoshigaki, he could easily bear your weight. Besides, you were holding yourself up as you clung to him...and he didn’t know what to do as you nuzzled your nose into his neck. If you’d thought he was warm before, the unexpected and intimate physical contact sent a rather embarrassing surge of warmth through his entire body. A part of him hoped you didn’t notice, since your eyes were closed he was sure he was safe from a visual scrutiny, but you likely heard his heart rate spike before he managed to get it under control.
“Get off of me.” He didn’t sound nearly as gruff as he intended.
“We’ll both be more comfortable if you just sit down, Kisame.”
Kisame let out a huff halfway between a growl and a sigh before, unseen by you, he smirked as an idea for some revenge came to his mind. If you refused to let go of him and wanted him to sit down…
He pulled his arms inside his cloak, noting that you didn’t react to the movement, and roughly grabbed your bottom, the echo of the slap bouncing off the cave walls despite being muffled by his cloak. He was rewarded with a surprised squeal from you and grinned to himself as he sat back down, maneuvering you so you were straddling him.
“Jokes on you. Your hands are warm and my butt is just as cold as the rest of me."
"Hm? You liked that did you?"
You nodded, or perhaps you were just warming your face against his increasingly hot skin. “Go ahead, touch me wherever you want.”
He could hear the dare in your voice and could feel you smirking into his shoulder. You were playing with fire at this point. How close were you truly willing to get? “Careful what you wish for.” To emphasize his words, he gave your ass another rough squeeze before sliding one hand underneath your shirt, resting it against your lower back.
You shuddered at his touch then stilled. For just a second his stomach knotted up, wondering if you changed your mind. But you looked up at him, a grin still on your face, before you surprised him with a kiss. Soft, short, sweet. “I wish.”
When he kisses you it’s the opposite; rough, demanding, drawn out. Now that he has you, he doesn’t want to stop.
You were finally warm, hot even. Right up until he slammed your naked back onto the freezing ground of the cave. Your screams and his chuckles echoed through the cave even as he laid out his cloak for you. That’s it. You were definitely going to steal it, after he warmed you up again!
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