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avintagekiss24 · 4 years

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Operation Decoration | Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes{

Pairing; Steve Rogers x black!reader x Bucky Barnes

Word Count; 2,289

Warnings; smut, sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, rough sex, threesome m/m/f, slight praise kink

Summary; You expected to come home to a decorated house. What you actually came home to was two cranky men and a mess that you don’t get around to cleaning up.

Note; this is for @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall Christmas challenge! My prompt was decoration mess. This is kinda crude... and graphic... Hope you all had a very merry Christmas and/or a great day yesterday!

You push through the back door, your hands full of grocery bags, “Guys?” you call, closing the door with your foot, “Guys?”

You’re met by silence. Dodger bounds around the corner seconds later as you move into the kitchen and place the bags on the table. He jumps up onto you, pushing you back a few steps as he nuzzles into your chest. You scratch his head and behind his ears before cupping his snout in your hands, “Hey bubs. Where are those boys of ours, huh?”

A loud crash sounds seconds later, sending you and Dodger’s heads towards the ceiling. A string of curse words then float towards you, followed by heavy footsteps, and then two deep, irritated voices.

You glance back down at Dodger and pat his head, “Found ‘em.”

You skip up the stairs with Dodger in tow and head toward the open door of the attic. Steve and Bucky’s voices grow louder as you move closer and you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face. You peek inside and let out a small laugh, covering your face with your hands as the two men argue back and forth.

Strings of lights cover the floor, some lit, some not. Garland is strewn about and is somehow tangled around Bucky’s ankle. The two golden reindeer that you usually put out in the front yard, are knocked over in the corner, the head of one of them sitting a few feet away. Frosty the Snowman stares ominously at you from the far corner, his left arm missing, his nose crooked. A box of ornaments sits in the middle of the floor, turned over and no doubt the cause of the loud crash.

Broken bulbs and shards of glass spill from the box as Steve angrily picks it up and slams it back into the corner.

“Brilliant job, genius. Just break everything why don’t ya,” Bucky says, rolling his eyes.

Steve runs his hand through his hair angrily before placing his hands on his hips, “I don’t see you lending a hand, asshole.”

Bucky turns toward Steve as he unplugs the string of lights in his hands, “Weren’t you the one that told me to test the lights? I’m testing the fucking lights, just like you told me to, Captain control freak.”

“Shut up.”

“You shut up.”

“Guys,” you chime in loudly, their heads snapping toward you as you step into the room, “Don’t fight.”

“He is impossible.” Bucky sighs, plugging in another string of multicolored lights.

Steve huffs loudly, his hands still on his hips as he turns to face you. You smile softly and move towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you fall into his chest. You hug him tightly as you close your eyes, taking in a deep breath of his musky scent. His muscles are tense as you push your hands underneath his shirt to massage his back. It takes him a minute or two, but he finally drops his hands from his waist and cradles your body before lifting you from your feet.

You smile as he flattens his forehead to yours and expels a deep breath, “I’m sorry, babe.”

Bucky tosses another string of lights into the “good” pile as he cuts his eyes over at the two of you, “Why are you apologizing to her? I’m the one that’s been putting up with your cranky ass all damn day.”

You chuckle as Steve sets you back on your feet, “Aww, come mere baby.” You coo, reaching out towards Bucky, beckoning him to you.

He’s in your arms in a flash, picking you up and spinning you quickly before plastering a kiss on your forehead, “Hello girlie.”

“Hello handsome.” You start, pecking his nose with your lips, “It’s nice to know that I can always trust you two to make an absolute mess while I’m gone.”

Bucky points toward Steve, “It’s always his fault, remember that.”

You glance back toward Steve, who still has anger and aggravation written all over his features. You swat at Bucky’s arm before placing your hands on Steve’s chest, “Stop picking at him, Buck. What can we do to make you feel better baby?”

Steve shakes his head and lets out another breath, “I’m alright, I just…”

His words fade away as he sighs again. You and Bucky both know what it is. You’ve both been trying to tread lightly, trying to keep things festive to take his mind off of it, but after seeing Morgan and Pepper last week, he hasn’t been able to get out of his funk. It’s the first Christmas without Natasha and Tony, but also the first Christmas the three of you have spent together in five years.

He’s a jumble of emotion - happy to have both of you back after Thanos took you and Bucky away, but still blaming himself for the entirety of it all. You wrap your arms around his neck and tilt your head as you let your eyes bounce between his. You just want to take it all away.

“There’s really nothing I can do?” You ask softly, letting your hands skip down to his chest and then his stomach as a slow smile creeps onto your face.

Bucky wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder as he looks up at Steve, catching the subtle signals you’re sending. His fingers starts to dance around your hips and around your ass, pinching and groping as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

You let your nimble fingers drop to Steve’s crotch, cupping him gently as Bucky’s warm lips start to nibble at your neck. You keep your hand steady, rubbing Steve gently through his brown pants as Bucky nips at your earlobe with his teeth. Your eyes start to flutter as you lean back against Bucky, your hand gripping Steve’s cock a little harder.

Steve pushes his index finger into your chin, tilting your head up towards his. He kisses you deeply, moaning into your mouth as you slip your hands into his pants. You massage his length, his girth warm in your hands as he hardens from your touch. He releases your lips as he inhales sharply.

Bucky rucks your dress up around your waist before sliding his hands underneath the straps of your thong that dig into your flesh. He pushes the thin material down your legs and pushes them off into the corner with his foot. He steps back slightly to both admire and ogle your ample behind before leveling a quick, sharp slap against it.

You yelp but fall into a fit of giggles as he drops to his knees and palms your ass in both of his hands, jiggling your flesh before diving face first between your cheeks.

Steve rids your body of your dress, leaving you completely naked. He tweaks your hardened nipple, rolling it between his fingers before he cups your breasts in his hands, groping your soft flesh firmly as he kisses you again. He drops his hand to your sex, cupping your heat in his palm before he slips his fingers between your wet folds.

You moan softly as you widen your stance to let Steve finger you properly. You hiss as his fingers dance along your slit, teasing your insides before he flattens them against your clit. You roll your hips into his hand, and then back into Bucky’s face as he slips his tongue between your ass cheeks, tickling your tight hole.

You grip Steve’s bicep, your fingernails digging into his skin as he pulls his dick free of his pants. You hear the zipper of Bucky’s pants unzip as he stands behind you and then feel the tip of his cock slide between your legs. He pulls you flush against his chest and cranes your head toward the ceiling, cupping your chin in his hand.

Bucky pushes into your asshole slowly, his mouth going slack as your tight, warm body gobbles him up. He shoves the tips of his fingers into your mouth for you to suck as he starts to move, pulling completely out of your before stuffing himself back in.

You arch your back as you groan from the pressure. You gasp when Steve’s fingers suddenly thrust into your cunt and curl against your spongy g-spot, stroking it gently. You watch as Steve strokes his cock, dragging his large hand from his base all the way to his tip.

He pulls on his balls as he lets his eyes wander around your bouncing tits and brown skin as Bucky fucks you from behind. He pumps his fingers into your sex - your wet muscles squeezing his digits, affirming that you are a perfect fit for the both of them. He withdraws from you and rubs his thumb along his sticky, soaked fingers before popping them into mouth. He moans as he tastes your juices, his hand starting to pump his cock faster.

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist and squeezes you to him as he fucks your tight asshole. His metal hand wraps around your neck and he presses softly, applying a slow, steady pressure. He knows what you like.

You grunt loudly as flashes of heat and electricity start to bounce throughout your body. Your muscles tense as Steve and Bucky push and pull at you - both men hungry for your sex. Their hands and lips and tongues are everywhere, nipping, and groping, and licking as they go, wanting to drive you toward a shaking release.

Steve grabs your calf and anchors your leg over his forearm, leaving you to balance yourself against Bucky and on one leg. He teases your dripping slit with the tip of his cock, brushing it lightly through your lips before slamming into you. You dig your fingernails into his shoulder as he starts to fuck you hard and fast, his hands gripping your hips.

You rest your head against Bucky’s shoulder and let them have their way with you. Bucky’s fingers find their way back into your mouth, Steve’s cock fills your cunt, Bucky’s dick stuffs your ass. It’s a Christmas dream. You slobber over Bucky’s fingers as your own wetness splashes against your thighs. Sweat starts to prickle at your neck and chest, a few droplets collect together and slide between the valley of your breasts.

Steve leans forward and drags his tongue through your tits, collecting the salty sweat with his tongue as he goes. He sucks your nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it softly before he bites down, drawing another sharp yelp out of you.

You feel Bucky shutter behind you as you squawk again when Steve pinches the inside of your thigh. He likes to hear you scream. Bucky drops his metal arm to your thigh and squeezes until your squealing from the delicious pain.

“You are such a good girl, baby.” He whispers in your ear, “Isn’t she a good girl, Steve.”

“She’s the best fucking girl.” Steve laments proudly, still pounding away as he pulls on your nipples.

Your cunt tightens as flashes of your orgasm start to rush through you. You shiver as they push you towards your release. They both know you’re close as sweet encouragements falls from their lips to praise you, stroking your ego and satisfying your need to hear that you’re their best girl.

“Ooh baby,” Bucky slurs, “You’re gonna make me cum pretty girl.”

You groan loudly, crashing back into him “Fuck yes. Fill me up baby.”

He pumps into you, as hard as he can, until he can’t take anymore. He spills into you, his warm ribbons filling your ass as he grunts in your ear. Steve rubs your clit quickly as Bucky cums, to push you right over the edge. Your cunt quivers as you cum around Steve’s dick - your clit jumping up and down as you contract.

Steve cums as you cum, shoving his dick deep inside of you so you can feel every spurt, every jolt as his dick jumps inside of you.

Bucky pulls out of you with a pop, and spreads your ass apart to watch as your body begins to push his spunk back out of you.

You’re a sticky mess - your cunt and ass slippery and warm as their cum slides down your thighs. Steve kisses you hard again before he pushes his fingers through your folds again, coating his fingers with the mess of cum.

Bucky follows suit, pulling your face from Steve’s to kiss you as he too wets his fingers with your natural secretions. He brings his fingers to your mouth and places them gently on your bottom lip. He watches through the slits of his eyes as you accept his fingers into your mouth again, moaning deeply as you suck the tangy sweetness from his fingers.

Your legs are jello, your mind hazy as you allow Steve to lift you from your feet and into his arms. He steps over the piles of lights and garland, Bucky right behind the two of you as Steve walks you through the house and to your bedroom. He throws you onto the bed and you giggle as you bounce against the mattress.

“What about the decorations?” You ask as you cuddle into the soft, warm blankets.

Bucky pulls his shirt over his head and drops his pants before he climbs onto the bed. He pushes your knees apart and settles on his knees between your legs, before sliding his cock into your pussy before you can protest, “We’ll worry about that later.”

Steve’s cock brushes along your parted lips before he pushes into your mouth, “Yeah. This is about making me feel better, remember?”

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years

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Can't see everything that's real

Prompt: “Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see.” — The Polar Express Description: This is for @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall ‘s #4thwallschristmaschallenge. I really hope y’all like it. Warnings: slight angst, fluff, a tiny bit of smut

MASTERLIST

You can’t see feelings, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t there.

Fear Walking into the compound for the first time didn’t feel right. It was the opposite of home. Not that Bucky didn’t like the future, but he felt like he didn’t belong into this environment. No matter how much Sam tried to make him feel at home, now that Steve was gone a big piece of home was gone. He had to reestablish what home meant to him. And the panic cursing through his veins while walking through the hallways wasn’t home. It was a snow storm of fear. Fear for being judged.

Guilt Living in the house of an orphan...that he made into an orphan. The entire concept was just dripping in guilt. Especially now that Tony was gone and he wasn’t able to talk to him. Tell him he was sorry. The new compound was his design, this might’ve been built after he died but it screamed his name from every wall. He felt bad, bad for even being there. Didn’t matter what Wanda told him. It always came back at him. Always.

Sadness There was a box full of memories with his name on it. A box full of sadness. A box full of missed time. A box full of missing his sisters and not seeing them grow up. Seeing his sisters have children. Being there for his mother. He knew everything happened for some weird reason and he did love the future. He did. But it just wasn’t the same. The feeling of irreversibility creeping up on him regularly. Even when you sat next to him, with your hand on his shoulder, mumbling words of affirmation about this whole dilemma.

Anger A punching bag crashed into the wall, the knuckles on his right hand slowly getting more and more sensitive. How dare them? How could any human being do what they had done to him? How cruel and deranged would you have to be? How dare- “Bucky? Hey, Bucky. Buck. You’re hurting yourself. That’s not better than what they did to you,” you stood near him, leaned against a treadmill.

Embarrassment Your arm reached out to him, but he hid his metal arm, still not fully sure why he needs it. He’s not a weapon, sure, an Avenger, but why didn’t he just walk around the way he was naturally? He didn’t know which side made him feel weirder in this giant hero compound. Him without the arm, feeling of little help compared to the others. Or with the arm, helping but feeling the eerie feeling of it not belonging there. “Hey, Buck. It’s okay.” You gave him a smile and creeped into his arms. “You’re going to be alright. But please stop hurting yourself. You didn’t have a choice and you can’t turn back time.”

Surprise You broke the hug, wandered your hands over his arms and then slipping your hands into his. He was surprised, confused, afraid. “C’mon. Let’s get your skin all soft again.” you smiled up, stroking over both of his hands. He wanted to say something but he knew he would just choke on trying to build a sentence. There was so much empathy in you, it was insane.

Relief You sat there, with your legs laying on is right thigh, softly massaging his hand with lotion. “Why are you doing this for me?” his head dipped to the side. “Cause you deserve it.” you looked up at him. “Bu-” “Na-ah, we’re equal, the past doesn’t matter.” “Fine...but why?” he stared a hole into the side of your head. “Cause I love you.” you said nonchalantly while moving on to massaging his wrists. His body visibly relaxed. You were feeling the same. That was good. Very good. Excellent good. Fantastic. Perfect. Relaxing. Rough lips softly kissed your cheek, a little thank you.

Satisfaction “So good.” you panted, squirming in sheets. “Yeah, you’re doing so good, sweetheart.” he grumbled into your ear, a whimper leaving your lips. “Don’t stop, fu-” you were interrupted by your own moan. “Come undone for me, darling.” he panted over you, needing to enjoy every part of you in this state. “Please, yes, right there, uh-hu.” your breathing got faster, as did his movements. With a lewd moan leaving your lips you made him feel the perfect frequency of satisfaction again. The one that he craved when you were around. “God, I’ll never get tired of this.” he grinned down at your sweating figure.

Contentment He felt safe, the opposite of judged and just overall like he belonged. His long search for home was done. Home wasn’t a place. It wasn’t the compound. It was you. The person with the biggest patience, the longest attention span for his trauma and the softest motions. You were a little bit like a good warm dessert. He grinned at that thought. You were warm, soft, comforting and just overall sweet.

Pride Today was the day. He was leaving therapy. Not all of it, he couldn’t go without it after all he’s been through. It was the end of his harder struggles. He had learned everything in the book to keep himself at bay and today he could leave the therapist's office with the pride of never having to go back in there for his brainwashing and his PTSD from war. Only for weekly talks, the occasional flashback, winter depression, the more general things. You’d helped him with coping since the day you held him back from punching another boxing bag against the wall.

Happiness “When did all of this happen? I can’t believe it.” he smiled and looked around in the house you had just finished furnishing a minute ago. “Seeing is believing, but sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see.” you winked. “Nerd,” he grinned, pulling you closer, “You are the realest thing I’ve ever come across.” He squatted, “But you-” he went over your tiny bump, “-I can’t see you, but you are very real.” “See? Not nerdy at all.” you giggled. “I love you.” he mumbled against your skin. “I love you too.” you whispered back before connecting your lips.

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