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#Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers
downbadf0rficppl · 2 months
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someone's there
Bucky x F!Reader
Summary: When you walk home from the office, someone seems to be following you home. Your best friend is not happy about that.
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Stalking/Stalker-Ex BF, Domestic Abuse, Anxiety, Angry!Bucky, Protective!Bucky, Panic Attack
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You stepped out of the office, pulling your coat tighter around you against the night. It was mid-November and New York was getting colder and colder every day that passed by. You were excited about Christmas - it was one of your favourite times of the year. The lights that went up from apartment to apartment, the tree and ice rink in Rockefeller center that you and your boyfriend - Nathan - visited every year, you and Nathan driving up to Boston to meet your family. Well, your ex-boyfriend.
You'd broken up a month ago. He'd been laid off about a year ago and taken up drinking to fill the time. Nathan was not a very nice drunk. He'd yell and throw things when he was angry, which was most of the time when he was drunk, and then beg you to come back, saying that he needed you and that he'd clean up his act as soon as he got a job. You had a well-paying job - secretary to the Avengers - but Nathan was always the higher earner of the two of you. You could hardly sustain his lifestyle on your job, but you stayed. Why? You had no idea.
Nathan was a smart guy, he got picked up by some major firm headquartered in Manhattan just over a month after he got laid off. He was back to his old routine of leaving the house at 6 and coming back by 8 - you hardly saw him anymore.
And much to your dismay, the drinking didn't stop. Sure, he slowed down. He couldn't risk ruining his reputation at his new workplace. So he limited the drinking to after work. But he never stopped.
The throwing vases became throwing punches, the yelling became constant threats, consoling words became consoling sex.
You did well to hide the new bruises from your colleagues, although your act was not good enough to fool everybody. You'd let your guard down in the toilet, rolling your sleeves up to wash your hands, just as Natasha Romanoff. Yes, Natasha Romanoff aka the Black Widow aka the world's best assassin.
She didn't mention it there, but you were called to a meeting with her soon after. She sat you down with a glass of water and asked you a simple question: "Are you safe?"
Your wide eyes and trembling figure gave you away.
Nat implored you to break up with him or to at least come and live at the compound for a while - just until you figured out what you wanted to do.
You turned her offer down, stating that you were fine. You'd be fine. She fixed you with a stern glance, but even Natasha Romanoff couldn't force you to do something you didn't want.
Bucky, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He'd noticed the bruises long before Nat had, and gone out of his way to try and make your life easier. He sent you less paperwork to file, fewer menial tasks to do, and even put in a request for you to be moved to the New York office. In his eyes that meant you'd be further away from Nathan.
The next week, you both moved to Manhattan.
The bruises started to get darker, and more visible around your body. You dropped the short-sleeved dresses and low necklines in favour of long-sleeved turtlenecks with trousers.
Bucky worried for you. The dark rings around your eyes, the ghostly pallor of your skin. He was determined to save you. The only issue was he had no idea where you lived. New York was a big enough place that he'd never run into you. He knew you didn't live in Brooklyn, but that was about it.
The night where it all came to a head was after a Stark Gala. There was a group photo, where Bucky's arm rested on your hip while your arm rested on his. Nathan was pissed. He'd been sitting on the sofa when you came home, the photo open on his phone and a half-drunk bottle of whiskey in his hand. He pushed you into a wall and slapped you, his rings cutting into your face. He yelled every manner of words in your direction, calling you a 'slut' and a 'whore', and telling you that you were worthless. You cried, fresh bruises forming on your neck where he gripped you and blood dripping down your face.
You took his berating for the next few hours until Nathan retreated onto the sofa, sitting down and muttering under his breath. You opened your mouth, trying to defend yourself. Wrong move. Nathan stood up, even more agitated than before. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was almost finished and brought it down on your head.
The next thing you remember was waking up to 4 white walls. You were in a hospital, your hand being gripped tightly by someone. You tried to escape from the vice-like grip when a thumb ran over your knuckles. You knew those hands.
"Bucky." You whispered, your eyes still adjusting to the light. Your voice was sore from disuse, but the way that Bucky's eyes lit up, you would have thought that you were singing a love song just to him.
The calmness in your heart faded as soon as your brain caught up with you. You tried to convince Bucky that he needed to go but he shushed you gently.
"Shh. Don't stress yourself out. You're safe. I promise." The red rings around his eyes gave him away. Bucky had been crying. Over you.
You held his hand tightly that day. And the day after. And even the day after that. You weren't sure if you would ever find the strength to let go.
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By the time you were out of the hospital, you'd moved back to Upstate New York - Bucky had made sure that you would never have to set foot in the city again if you didn't want to.
You returned back to work as normal - the restraining order you had filed against Nathan made your mind rest easier. The whole team was happy to have you back and smiling again, but they made sure to check in with you a hell of a lot more than they used to. Clint would swing by with an apple, and accidentally leave it at your desk - the first time, you'd felt bad and tried to return it, but you quickly caught on to his tactics. Nat would bring up game nights and movie nights, begging you to come, even if it was just you both.
But most of all, Bucky. Every day, you'd wake up to a text from him, wishing you a wonderful morning and spewing some inspirational affirmations for the start of the day. He'd bring you coffee, made just how you like it, as soon as he was back from his morning run. He'd spent a while perfecting the drink - making sure it was exactly to your standard. He'd walk you to your apartment for your biweekly 2pm therapy sessions (that he'd set you up with after he had realised how much difficulty you were having sleeping), and then off to lunch at some random hole-in-the-wall spot that he knew you would love. He'd call you as you got home, making sure you got home safe, and then a goodnight text to fall asleep to.
To others, his persistent need to be around you would be stifling. But after 4 years of having your needs be put lower than the damn cockroaches in the walls, it was nice to feel wanted.
You set your life up - personal bank accounts, new social media - anything to separate that part of your life from your new one. You got a new phone (courtesy of Tony, who insisted on buying you the latest iPhone, no matter how hard you tried to convince him that he didn't need to do that because 'where on earth would you find the money to pay him back?' He scoffed at that, "I'm a billionaire hun, I think I can afford to buy my secretary a new phone). You went to get your haircut, the shorter length was something you knew Nathan would have hated.
You'd walked into the compound the day after you got it cut, worried that no one would like it as much as you did.
As soon as you made it to the kitchen, you heard a loud wolf whistle. Nat was sitting on the sofa with Sam, and they both cheered loudly as you posed for them.
Bucky's jaw dropped as he walked into the kitchen. You were still showing off for Nat and Sam - you hadn't seen him walk in.
He walked over, reaching behind you to get a pod for the coffee machine, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "Looking good, Doll." His hot breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine.
You smiled up at him, before grabbing an apple and heading back toward your desk. You glanced back at Bucky and your eyes drifted downwards to a very large and very prominent issue. You stifled a giggle before getting back to work.
You'd continued to tease Bucky for a while, inconspicuous brushes and a few comments here and there. Enough to make him flustered, but not enough to make him suspicious.
He continued being the perfect gentleman. Helping you when you needed him to, being there when no one else was.
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You started your normal journey back home, getting out of the compound was sometimes a tedious affair because of the thousands of security gates between the compound and the outermost gate. Given that this is where the Avengers live and train, it's justified. Still tedious though.
It was a quarter mile from the compound to the bus stop that took you home - you didn't like driving, especially in the frost and the dark. You put your headphones in, picking back up on the podcast you started this morning. It was an interesting one - some new True Crime podcast that your best friend had recommended to you.
The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you walked through a dark and lonely street. You gripped your bag tighter around you and sped up. There was someone following you.
You glanced behind you, your eyes catching sight of brown hair and a blue t-shirt. It had Palm Springs emblazoned on it. Funny. You'd bought Nathan a similar t-shirt a few years ago.
You fished your phone out of your pocket, quickly dialing the one person you felt safest with.
"Doll?" Bucky picked after the first ring.
"Bucky, cred că cineva mă urmărește." You said, your voice loud enough that the other person could hear you were on the phone.
"Tell me where you are, Doll, I'll come and get you." You could hear Bucky pulling on a jacket and grabbing his keys.
"Umm, cred că sunt aproape de Joey's."
"The pizza place?"
"Da, îl văd de unde sunt." The footsteps behind you seem to be getting louder, but you forced yourself to remain calm, "Am să te aștept acolo. Vă rog să veniți repede."
You ducked into the pizza place, walking straight up to the counter. By now, you were sure of who it was - but Nathan didn't follow you into the pizza place. Maybe you were just overreacting. Joey's was mostly empty, with a few teenagers here and there - probably camping out after some house party that got shut down.
"Same as always, kiddo?" Joey asked, and you nodded with a slight grin. You and Bucky came to Joey's Pizza Place a lot - Bucky used to say that it felt like home. You were inclined to agree.
"No metal man with you today?" Joey enjoyed teasing Bucky. His dad, also named Joey, had fought alongside Bucky in the war. Joey had grown up on stories of the greatness of the Howling Commandoes and it had been one of his greatest pleasures to serve him pizza every time they came.
"He's coming - got caught up in traffic."
"Busy men, huh?" You giggled at that.
The door opened again. You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with someone you hoped you'd never see again. Nathan's sister.
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"Thought I'd find you here, bitch."
June stalked over to you, her face filled with rage. She had been good friends with you before Nathan and your relationship started going wrong, but when you had confided your pains with her, she'd turned her back on you. Blood is thicker than water. She'd called you names before - filling your comments with every vile comment she could think of, texting and emailing you death threats, anything to remind you of just how broken and damaged you were.
Before you knew what was happening, her hand collided with your cheek. The whole place burst into action.
Joey jumped around the side of the counter as June hurled insults at your face.
You tried to push her away as she swung at you again, but her hand hit your shoulder.
Joey pushed you behind him, as one of the kitchen hands stepped out to pull June back.
A teenager was on the phone with the police.
You tried to cover your ears as the noise built in your head.
The door swung open, letting in a draft.
Boots on the linoleum floor. Familiar boots.
Sirens.
"We were in the neighbourhood, Sergeant." Something about a noise complaint.
A hand pulling you into a firm chest. Tears streaming down your face. Your favourite voice whispering sweet nothings, stroking your hair, begging you to calm down.
"You're doing so good for me, Doll, just keep breathing." Bucky's pulse was steady under your hand. Slowly, your breathing evened out and you lifted your head to meet Bucky's eyes. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around you to stop you from collapsing.
You stayed in Bucky's embrace while the police wrapped up - June was being taken to the local PD for the altercation and also driving under the influence. Bucky told you that Nathan had also been arrested for violating the restraining order. Your heart sunk.
"I'll never escape him, will I?" You whispered to Bucky, as you sat down in your favourite booth to eat.
"You can, and you will," Bucky reassured you, squeezing your hand in his.
You ate your pizza in relative silence after that - most of the shop had cleared out with the police. Joey gave you your pizza for free, along with a tight hug on the side. He told you that you'd always be safe in here, "although metal man seems to have that covered." Bucky glared at the nickname, making you both laugh.
You walked hand-in-hand to Bucky's motorbike - his fingers ghosted over the bruise on your cheekbone from the slap as he fastened your helmet on your head.
"It's nothing, Buck. I've had worse." Bucky gave you a pointed look, "Too soon?"
He threw his leg over the bike and you settled behind him, resting your cheek on his spine. "Forever is too soon for my liking."
You smiled at that and nuzzled further into his back.
"Where to madam?" He said, putting on an exaggerated British accent. You leaned up to whisper in his ear.
"Take me home, Buck."
fin.
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biteofcherry · 3 months
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stucky x female reader
Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
summary: Bucky and Steve graciously make your fantasy of watching them together come true. But it comes for a price. One you may have not be prepared for.
warnings: smut; consensual; D/s undertones; power imbalance; hints of voyeurism; blowjob; handjob; orgasm denial; a small dose of degradation
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You could never keep a poker face and you were rather shitty at being stealthy, so it wasn't a surprise that the two supersoldiers noticed the glances you stole their way on occasions.
They probably recognized more than glances, since you couldn't help but feel hot all over and clenched whenever you saw the two of them kiss. Or show any brief touch of intimacy.
Their relationship wasn't a secret, but Steve and Bucky weren't big on public displays of affection.
Around the compound they acted professional and sweet, presenting a healthy dose of love for each other. Perfect, charming gentlemen.
It only spurred your imagination further, as you spent nights in your bed with your hand between your thighs, thinking of how passionate they were with each other when no one was looking.
When they cornered you in an empty corridor, after you did a quick inventory of the quinjet post-mission, you had no quick wit to bullshit your way out of the trouble.
However, the expected lecture on being inappropriate (and perhaps relocated to a different post for making them feel uncomfortable and objectified) didn't happen.
Instead, you were invited to join them in the shower.
You really should've said no. Show them that your fantasies had their limit and you weren't a perv eager to become a true voyeur.
But there was something in the way they spoke to you that was coercive.
Steve’s tone wasn’t exactly an order, but it was shaped like an invitation you couldn’t refuse, or else there would be consequences (even if no threat was laid). 
Bucky somehow steered your body, so that you were already walking along with them while they revealed they’ve caught you staring at them on multiple occasions. They weren't a flirtatious types, but they were acutely aware when someone desired them. Especially when that someone was really bad at hiding that craving.
Embarrassment swallowed you whole, making you squirm as you padded between the two men. Then a rush of adrenaline and excitement won, clouding your better judgment as they asked for your final decision. 
If it was to be your last day of work for the Avengers, you would at least be an unemployed pervert who got to see Captain America and Winter Soldier naked and touching.
A currency no salary could match.
Though your bravado dispersed as you stepped into the showers few minutes later.
You felt uncertain as you took small steps across the wood-imitating tiles. The spa-like design of the compound’s bathrooms not working its calming magic at the moment. 
As you approached the two men, who were already naked and standing under the sprays, your own nudity and body consciousness made you curl in on yourself. 
"Are you sure it's okay?" You asked, stopping a few steps away.
You weaved one of your arms across your breasts, the other nervously around your middle as you squeezed your thighs. 
For a fleeting moment you hoped they’d change their mind and you get to run away to hide in shame. It would be mortifying, but less than actually exposing yourself and your reactions to them. 
Funny how it was supposed about you watching them, but turned into you being put into a more vulnerable position.
Somehow it skipped your horny mind that you would be naked and alone with two handsome, very powerful and overwhelming men.
Their heated, dark gazes locked on you made your heart rate accelerate, enhancing the sense of being the main entertainment of this whole arrangement. 
Suddenly, the charming, protective Captain and sweet, quiet Soldier were gone and instead you were facing the stifling flame of hunger of potential predators. It was more potent than what your needy imagination provided. Perhaps more than you were really able to handle.
Steve’s gaze slid over you from head to toe, so slow and intense it felt as if he touched you with his fingers. 
Your nipples instantly pebbled.
"If we weren't fine with you dripping down your thighs as you watch us, we wouldn't ask you to join us in the shower." 
Fuck. 
If he kept talking like that, in that lower, deeper tone, you really would be dripping down your thighs for them in no time. 
It was Bucky who moved toward you, taking slow, but sure steps. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled your arm away from your chest. When your breasts were displayed fully, you heard a synchronized purr of approval.
He guided you to stand between two sprays then pushed you back slightly, until your back hit the tiled wall. 
Some drops of water bounced your way, but mostly it was the warm mist settling on your skin in the little safe nook Bucky put you in.
A front row to watch the two of them just mere inches away from you.
Water cascaded down their naked bodies. Your eyes couldn’t catch up with all the trickles, though you so desperately wanted to study them all. Lavish with your tongue each contour of muscle and crevice. Trace the veins that protruded down their arms and just above hip and curving down onto…
"You like what you see, starburst?" Bucky hummed, forcing your gaze to snap up to his.
The nickname was something new. They always addressed you by your name. But you had no trouble realizing what inspired this one - they had to notice the small tattoo on your hip.
Swirls of gray in Bucky’s blue irises seemed warmer than ever before. His mouth was curved in an amused smile, making your heart flutter silly as if you were a teenage girl offered a flash of interest from the boy you had a crush on. 
Bucky lathered his hands with soap and he moved them across Steve’s chest, up to his neck then down his arms; stroking those sculpted muscles. 
You followed that movement nearly whimpering in despair that it wasn’t you who got to touch.
"He's magnificent, isn't he?" Bucky’s hands traveled all over Steve’s body, while his gaze remained locked on you. 
"Would you like to worship his perfect body?" He asked.
At your eager nod something glinted in his eyes. Bucky’s voice resounded with a dark command, even as his face remained softly serene:
"Then drop to your knees, doll. Worshipers are on their knees before their gods."
Before you fully comprehended the undertone of degradation in the latter sentence, your knees were already hitting the tiles. 
As Bucky’s fingers ran down Steve’s stomach then wrapped around the base of his dick, your fingernails dug into the skin of your thighs as tingles of arousal pulled at your nipples and your clit.
"And that cock? Are you aching for that gorgeous, thick cock?" Bucky rasped, stroking Steve steadily.
Steve’s own hand was gripping the back of Bucky’s head, fingers tangled in wet, dark locks. Though his lips were parted on small, pleasant grunts, which he didn’t bother to hide, Steve’s eyes remained focused on you. Drinking in all the reactions showing on your beautiful face.
"Bet you'd love to run your tongue along that vein." Bucky moaned himself as he squeezed Steve tighter.
Your tongue seemed to dart out to lick your lips out of its own volition. Your hands moved, too. One up to cup your breast, the other diving between your thighs. 
"Are you thinking about it, starburst?” Steve asked, nudging Bucky’s hand away and taking a step towards you. Water washed out all the remaining suds off his body, giving you an unobscured view of the glory that was his cock. 
���Imagining how you'd cry as it stretched your little pussy?" 
Your little pussy clenched in fear and arousal at the thought of being filled with it. Even your bolder toys couldn’t compare in size. 
"And what about Bucky's cock, hm?” Steve’s hand splayed on Bucky’s hip when his partner came closer. 
With his other hand he cupped Bucky’s balls, drawing a loud grunt of pleasure from him. Then he ran his fingertips along the underside of Bucky’s cock, before fisting it. 
“Big and long.” Steve gave a few leisurely strokes. “Do you know how deep in your tight ass he could go?"
You weren’t thinking of it - of anyone in your ass - up until now. 
“Oh Stevie,” Bucky chuckled against Steve’s shoulder, where he was peppering kisses and licks, “I think our little starburst has been thinking about my cock up your ass all this time and missed the opportunity to imagine how it could fill her dirty hole.” 
Fingers still wrapped around Bucky’s girth, Steve angled his head to the side. His nose brushed against Bucky’s almost affectionately and then their lips were meeting in a sensual kiss. 
Forced to decide between watching their kiss and Bucky’s dick twitching in Steve’s hand, you let out a pathetic whimper. Your own fingers rubbed tight circles on your aching clit. Tongue itched to lick up the red tip of Bucky’s cock.
“I don’t blame her,” Steve rasped when they parted, “I love having you in my ass, too. Almost as much as I love taking yours.” 
Bucky’s soft laughter didn’t diminish the hotness of the scene. Quite the contrary, the intimacy of it that you were graciously allowed into was making you even more needy. 
Maybe the sinful beauty of their bodies was only a veneer of what you were truly craving. Maybe it's their deep connection and devotion that you got off on, dreaming of experiencing it yourself. Of being loved so strongly.
“Bet she’s thinking about it now.” Their gazes returned to you. “Look at those small fingers trying to satisfy her.”
“Cute,” Steve snorted, but then his eyes narrowed. “Who told you that you could touch yourself, starburst?”
“I-” you stuttered, feeling a wave of shame burn your cheeks from the inside. 
“Hands off.” He commanded and somehow you complied immediately. “You need them free to take care of us, little worshiper.” 
Your eyes widened as you stared up at them. When this whole event began, you were convinced it would just be a twisted little fantasy combined - you watching them, them enjoying being watched.
A hush little encounter with minimum interaction. 
Not only they broke down all the private space limits, but pushed it into entanglement you rarely even dared to fantasize about. 
They moved even closer; their cocks inches from your face as they looked down at you like the gods you made them to be. 
"Be of service, starburst." Bucky ran a single digit along your cheek.  
"Come on. We know you get off on not only imagining the two of us together, but also being with us. This is your chance to earn it."
You gulped as his finger touched your bottom lip then slipped into your mouth. For a short second, but it was enough of an indication how far they wanted to push it. 
“Show us how much you want it.” Steve rocked his hips forward, teasing the tip of his dick along your cheek. “How thankful you are to be here.” 
Hesitation in your movement wasn’t due to discomfort of touching them, but because you didn’t have much experience in the matter. Sure, you gave some quick handjobs and sucked dick before, but it all seemed awkward and poor quality to what Steve and Bucky deserved. 
Perhaps they sensed your nervousness, or maybe they really liked your touch, but the moment you wrapped your small hands around their cocks the praise fell from their lips almost instantly.
“Doing good, starburst.” Bucky stroked your head. “Just follow what you always imagined.”
At first you tried to keep the same rhythm on both shafts, but you weren’t that well coordinated. It didn’t matter though, as you quickly noticed each of them liked things a little different anyway.
Bucky moaned at the measured stroke with more squeeze around the leaking tip, while Steve encouraged you to twist your wrist.
As their sounds of pleasure grew muffled, you flicked up your gaze. The sight of them kissing and touching each other elicited another jolt of arousal; your own lips parting on a quiet moan. 
The puff of your breath tickled the angry red head of Steve’s dick, which twitched in your hand in response. It was all the temptation you needed to open your mouth and taste him. 
Your scientific knowledge wasn’t impressive, but you wondered if it was possible that the serum enhanced that part, because you swore the flavor of Steve on your tongue made you wetter. 
Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked harder. You couldn’t get him much deeper, your gag reflex was too strong to try pushing it at the moment, but you were adamant on making it as satisfying for them as you could. 
After a few beats you switched, swallowing Bucky's cock while you quickened the pace of your strokes on Steve’s dick. Every few moments you glanced up at them, feeding your own pleasure with the sight of them touching each other. 
"Such a good pet." Steve’s praise spurred you on.
Bucky groaned out your real name when you squeezed his balls while suckling on his tip. One of his hands landed on the back of your head, pushing you further down his length. He relented when you choked, but you suspected if encounters like that were to happen in the future, he would at some point deep throat you. 
“Do you want your reward, starburst?” Bucky pulled out, wrapping his own hand around his cock. 
Steve guided your fingers to massage his balls as he too fisted his cock. 
You didn’t expect arousal could spike even higher when you were already so drunk on it. But the idea of them cumming in front of you, for you, was like an electric current that sizzled your brain into mush.
“Yes, please,” you nodded eagerly, licking your lips.
“You can close your eyes, but keep your mouth open and your tongue out.” Steve instructed, his voice strained as he tried to withhold his climax a few more seconds. 
“Fuck,” you heard Bucky curse as you closed your eyes and tilted your face up, obediently opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. “So fucking beautiful, little worshiper.” 
Slick sound of quick strokes combined with the rainy hum of cascading water and the unrestricted moans of two men. Even your own heartbeat seemed to quiet so that you could enjoy the sexy sounds. 
Then warm splashes hit your face. Landed on your tongue, but also across your cheeks and forehead, some dribbled down your chin. 
You waited with your open mouth until they were fully spent, which took more time than expected, before swallowing everything that landed on your tongue. 
“Good girl, starburst.” They swiped ribbons of cum off your face with their fingers, pushing them into your mouth for you to swallow all of it. 
Then one of them easily lifted you up onto your feet and pulled you under a warm spray of water. Though your legs were shaking a bit, two bodies sandwiching you between them provided support.
“Let's get you cleaned." Bucky’s voice was a soft coo in your ear as he massaged shampoo onto your scalp.
Steve lathered your body with soap, stroking everywhere and yet not where you needed it the most. Though satisfied with making them cum, your body was still thrumming with need. One you were impatient to take care of.
"Please!” You arched against Bucky, pushing your chest towards Steve’s wandering hands. You parted your legs wider. “Please, please, I-"
"No." Bucky’s tone remained calm, but his words were firm. "You don't get to cum. Not yet."
“Little worshipers think of their gods’ needs and wishes first.” Despite the degrading and condescending meaning of his words, Bucky made them sound like a soft, caring compliment. 
“And accept their fate, even if it’s to wait for their orgasm for eternity.” 
"You've been such a good girl so far, starburst.” Steve squeezed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your gaze to meet his through the falling drops. “I know you can still be obedient and wait for the special reward. Right?"
“Y-yes, Steve.” Your heart pounded at the prospect of getting more from them.
Even if at the moment it was more torment than pleasure.
" ’Atta girl." He smiled. "Now let’s rinse you. Then you can go dry up and dress nicely. We’ll take you out for dinner.” 
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navybrat817 · 5 months
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Mission Report
Pairings: Incubus!Stucky x Enhanced!Female Reader, Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Incubus!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: After a night with the two demons, Brock comes to collect your body and faces the fury of all three of you. Word Count: Over 4k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, threesome, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, spitroasting, blood, violence (shooting, stabbing, and more), physical and mental torture, dark elements, death, revenge, implied noncon, possessive behavior, supernatural elements, Incubus Stucky (that's a warning, lovelies!). A/N: Fic #10 and final fic for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! I had to revisit my incubi the day before Halloween and this is a direct follow up to Ready to Comply. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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Less than a day passed since Bucky and Steve claimed you as their own, but it felt like you always belonged to them. You were their eternal award for their capture. They were your reward for the pain you endured. The three of you would scorch the earth together.
Your captors weren't strong enough to endure the flames.
As you lay naked on the floor as instructed, you counted the footsteps as the squad members got closer. There were three pairs of heavy boots, one set which belonged to Brock Rumlow. You almost pushed yourself up when fiery anger coursed through your veins. You wanted him turned to ash just so you could watch the wind blow him away into nothingness. It would be glorious to smile in the face of his demise.
“She feels your rage, Buck. Reign it in,” Steve ordered from where he sat in the corner.
“No,” Bucky spoke in an almost laidback tone from the opposite corner. “Let her feel it.”
In the very short time they bound you to them, you figured out that Steve was the more assertive of the two. It didn't mean Bucky wasn't forceful when he had to be. At the moment though, he wanted you to feel a bit more of his impulsive side.
“Now isn’t the time,” Steve chastised, making Bucky scoff in reply.
You lost the concept of time the day you were unwillingly taken under Hydra's wing. Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds did you no good as you waited for whatever horror they decided to unleash upon you. The days were no longer a precious gift, but a stark reminder that you were closer to death.
A sound reminiscent of a snarl escaped as you opened your mouth. “Hydra took everything from me,” you grumbled as angry tears sprang to your eyes. “I want their blood to stain the ground. I want it to paint the walls.”
Thanks to the demons in your cell, your demons, you would get your revenge. You would live to fight again. And you would live to serve them. You promised them forever, after all.
An odd sense of comfort surrounded you and allowed you to breathe a bit easier. “We can feel your pain, sweetheart,” Steve whispered.
Bucky hummed, the warmth doubling within your chest. “We can also feel your strength, doll.”
“We'll spill their blood,” the blonde promised as you blinked the tears away. “But not if you're impatient. We need you to act docile when they take you out of the room.”
“Stevie's right. We know you're angry. We all are. They'll pay. Trust us,” the brunette agreed. “And we'll have lots of fun along the way.”
Demons were many things and played lots of tricks, but one thing they wouldn't do was lie to you. It allowed you to let the hurt go for the time being. “I'll behave,” you whispered when the footsteps stopped in front of the door.
“That's our girl,” the incubi said in unison, the words wrapping around your heart and reminding you that you weren't alone in this fight.
The bond crackled between the three of you as the door swung open. It allowed you to remain still, just like they told you to. You made no move to cover yourself as the men observed you on the floor. Your demons also made no move to go toward them. With the symbol above the doorway, there was no way for them to escape.
Yet.
“Well, well, well. I thought we’d find a corpse when we opened the door,” Brock smirked. Instead of snapping back the way you wanted to, you made a wounded sound instead. “But I guess they fucked the fight out of you after all.”
“She was a lot of fun to play with,” Bucky said, the phantom touch of his claw moving along your back easing you. “Really does go pliant with a cock in her.”
You had to bite your lip to suppress your moan. They wrung so much pleasure out of you that you stopped counting the orgasms. You were certain their seed was still dripping out of your holes.
“She was stronger than most,” Steve added, one of his claws joining Bucky’s as you made another small sound. It was arousing as much as it was calming. As fun as it would be to beg for their cocks in front of these men, now wasn’t the time to play. And the guards weren’t an audience who deserved to watch you get off. “Feel free to bring her back.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fucking freaks,” Brock sneered, his hand tightening around the taser prod on his hip. “Get up, bitch. We don’t have all day.”
You slowly lifted your head and held a hand out. All you had to do was pretend just a little bit longer. “Help me,” you whispered.
His lip curled in a dark smirk as he stayed in place. “You really think I’m dumb enough to go in there? Nice fucking try. Crawl if you can't walk.”
Bucky growled in your mind and Steve’s fury simmered in your core as you began to drag yourself across the cold floor, both of your demons itching to attack when the men laughed at your “weakened” state. You let them have their fun. It would be one of the last things they ever did in this world. And it would be your laughter ringing in their ears once their souls went to Hell.
Soon.
Once you crawled far enough out of the room, the guards finally moved to grab you. They each took an arm and yanked you to your feet, uncaring of your discomfort, as your head lolled from side to side. Brock’s eyes lewedly dragged along your shivering frame before he grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his dark eyes. There was no mercy in his gaze.
And you felt none in your heart for him.
The fingers on your chin tightened painfully, but you didn’t give Brock the satisfaction of whimpering. “Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, sir,” you answered before he forced you to look over your shoulder, your neck straining from the angle. Bucky and Steve’s eyes glowed a furious shade of red as they moved to the center of the room and stared you both down. It would’ve frightened you if you didn’t know that they were yours.
“I think they miss you already. Slut,” Brock taunted, saliva hitting your cheek as he roughly released you and walked down the hall. “Bring her to my office. Let’s see her fight back when she can barely stand on her own two feet.”
Steve whispered one word as the men began to drag you away. “Now.”
A surge of energy flowed through you as you harshly shoved the guard to your right away with enough force that he smacked the wall. Before the other guard could react, you grabbed his gun from his holster and aimed at his head. “Safety first,” you said, firing a bullet through his skull.
“Stupid bitch,” the first guard snapped as he straightened up. You grabbed his wrist when he reached for his gun, his skin warming under your touch as he gasped air. Just as quickly as his skin grew hot, he grew deathly cold.
“You feel that?” Bucky moaned.
“I feel it,” Steve confirmed. “She's giving us his energy.”
You didn't know how you were doing that since Bucky and Steve used sex to drain life force. Were you a conduit now thanks to your bond? Just how powerful had they made you?
“Help,” the guard gasped before you pressed the gun to his forehead and fired. You smiled when his body hit the floor. It felt like minutes, but happened in the span of seconds.
The blood along the walls also brought an unexpected moan out of you.
Blood. Red. Lust.
“That’s our girl,” Steve praised.
“Good fucking girl,” Bucky added, their pride in you making you whimper.
“Really?” Brock muttered from the end of the hall as he turned to face you, his gun in hand as you shrugged. “I should’ve known you’d do something stupid. Now I need to hire two more men.”
“Actually, you’re the one who did something stupid by giving me to them,” you said, gesturing behind you. “And we’re going to kill you.”
Your captor’s scoff made you smile more. He didn’t believe you, but you couldn’t wait to prove him wrong. “Just because you have the serum doesn't mean you're not expendable,” he said, aiming the gun at your heart. “Let's see you try and kill me with a bullet in your chest, bitch.”
“You’re not going to shoot me,” you spoke in a low and hypnotic voice. It wasn’t your own. Your demons were speaking through you. “You’re going to shoot the symbol above the door until you run out of bullets and drop your weapon.”
A bead of sweat rolled down Brock’s forehead as he slowly raised his arm higher, the veins in his neck straining as he tried to resist the order. He had every reason to be afraid. The marking was the only reason Bucky and Steve hadn’t killed him yet. Once they were free, he’d have to answer for his sins.
“What the fuck?” he asked.
“Doesn't feel good to not be in control, does it?” you replied, taking great pleasure in knowing he couldn't stop himself. “Shoot.”
You stared him down as he fired the first shot, watching him grit his teeth. Your nipples hardened as he fired again and you couldn’t help but dip a hand between your legs as power continued to move through you. It shouldn’t have aroused you so much with two dead bodies nearby, but revenge was exhilarating to say the least.
“Don’t get started without us,” Bucky called out, even as you envisioned him wrapping a hand around his cock. With a whine, you grudgingly stopped touching yourself. “I wanna taste you while he begs for his life.”
“Oh, he’ll beg,” Steve smirked, his claws scratching the wall by the door. “And we won’t listen to his prayers.”
“Shit,” Brock groaned, his arm trembling as he took his last shot.
The hall went silent as you dared to look behind you. Whatever marking that kept the demons trapped in that cell was gone now, lost in a pile of rubble and dust on the ground. “It’s time to play,” you said, urging them to come out.
The gun fell from Brock’s hand as Steve took the first step. He sighed happily when nothing prevented him from walking through, but the glow of his eyes was anything but comforting as he looked at Brock. With unnatural speed, he flew toward him as he reached for his radio. The snap of his wrist breaking was one of the best sounds you’d ever heard.
“Mmm. Break his other wrist, Stevie,” Bucky suggested as he stepped out of the room and joined you at your side. You gasped when he pulled you in front of him to grind his hips against you, his cock hard and hot against your skin. “Make him scream.”
“Fuck-” Brock screamed as Steve snapped his other wrist, his hands useless as the blonde demon grinned.
Steve brought his finger to his mouth and licked a drop of blood away. “You taste bitter,” he taunted before he lifted his head. “Another guard is on the way.”
Bucky chuckled as said man entered the hall a moment later. “All alone? That's brave and stupid.”
“Oh, my God,” he said as he surveyed the scene.
It had to be quite the sight. Blood and brain matter along the walls, the man's boss on the ground in pain, you and your demons naked and unafraid. Haunting and beautiful.
“There's no God here,” Bucky smirked as he lazily rocked his hips against you. “But feel free to pray anyway.”
“Do something!” Brock ordered through his pain.
Bucky spoke a command in his natural tongue as the guard dropped his gun. Fear radiated from him as he took a knife from his belt and turned the edge toward his throat. “I don't wanna-” he shoved the blade deep in his neck with wide eyes before he could finish his statement, gurgling as he collapsed.
“Die,” you whispered, completing his sentence.
You had to bite back a moan as Bucky turned your head to meet your lips in a filthy kiss, Steve smirking as he looked back at you two. The carnage fueled their need as much as yours. As the coppery scent of the blood continued to fill your nostrils, you justified that this was the right thing to do. The men made their beds.
They could die in them.
“Come in,” a voice on Brock's radio rang out.
“Shh. Don’t make a sound,” Steve ordered, grabbing Brock’s radio as the operative went eerily silent. His eyes bulged as the demon began to speak with his voice. “Go ahead.”
“Thought I heard commotion in the hall. Sent David in to assist. Do you need more backup? Over.”
“Negative. Subject tried to escape and we subdued her. All clear. But no one is to go in the South Wing, no matter what you see or hear. And tell all S.T.R.I.K.E. members to gather in the debriefing room and await further instructions. Over.”
“But sir-”
Steve's eyes flashed as he continued to speak like Brock. “Did I fucking stutter? Get the men there and stay the fuck out of here. That's a direct order. Over.”
“Roger that.”
Bucky chuckled when Steve crushed the radio in his hand. No alarms rang out. No soldiers ran down the hall to recapture you. There were no lockdowns. Brock knew he was fucked.
And not in the way you would be.
“You know, Rumlow. You truly are a dark soul with a penchant for pain,” the brunette began, nipping your shoulder as his hands roamed your body. “We could’ve worked out some sort of deal with you. Given you true power. But you just had to lock us up.”
Something dark surfaced from the depths of your mind as you listened. You saw yourself curled up, naked and trembling, in the corner of a cell similar to the one they kept your demons in as Brock advanced on you. “Make yourself useful or you’ll die choking on my cock,” he threatened. It was a memory you kept locked away after they captured you and shot you up with the serum. One they thought they erased for good.
The anguish was almost enough to drown yourself in.
“And you just had to hurt our girl,” Steve snarled, swiping his claws across Brock’s cheek when you whined.
“No one hurts our girl,” Bucky growled over his cry as blood sprayed from the open wounds.
You no longer felt like you were drowning as they fed you strength, allowing you to see clearly again. You always wanted someone protective by your side. Someone to fight for you. Now you had two beside you.
“He can’t hurt me anymore,” you said as the blonde grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back down the hall toward you. He may have yanked a few strands out along the way. “Would you like to hear my mission report, Rumlow?”
His chest heaved a bit as he lay on the ground, trying to breath steadily through the pain. “Yes,” he lied, knowing better than to smart off again.
You arched your back when Bucky covered your breast with his hand, squeezing it gently as Steve joined you and began to play with the other. “You tossed me in their cell with the hopes they’d drain my energy, but I came out stronger. You know why? Because I gave myself to them. All of me,” you explained. A gunshot rang out before Brock screamed and grabbed his knee, the pistol you stole from the dead guard now in Steve's hand. “Their power flows through my veins and my soul belongs to them. We’re bound to each other.”
“And her energy is delicious. Just like her cunt,” Bucky smiled as he turned and shoved you into Steve’s arms. He sank to his knees and winked before he tossed your leg over his shoulder, nosing at your slit. “Hold my horns if you need to.”
“I supposed we should thank you,” Steve said, tossing the gun away. He brought a hand back to your breast, pinching your nipple as Bucky licked along your folds. You grabbed his horns and squeezed when his wicked tongue got to work. “Whatever you injected her with helped her survive what would've killed a normal human. And the more we fucked her, the more she needed us.”
“Such a greedy, pretty thing when she takes our cocks,” Bucky spoke against your pussy, the image of him fucking your throat while Steve took you from behind shimmering in your mind. You could feel them inside you, claiming you as theirs. “Didn’t even take much for her to come when we took her ass.”
Your holes clenched, desperate for them to fill you again. “You tried to turn me into a weapon,” you moaned, smiling as blood dripped from Brock’s leg. “I guess, in a way, you succeeded. Because we’re going to destroy Hydra.”
Bucky flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit as you squirmed. It wasn't enough. You needed more. “Three guards down.”
Steve smiled as he kissed along your neck, his lips lingering on your pulse. “And you’re next, Rumlow.”
“No,” Brock breathed, pushing himself up with his elbow. Fire filled your eyes when he met your gaze, his face going pale under your stare. Were your eyes glowing? “I-I can still join you. I can help.”
“I don’t think you can help us,” Steve said, nodding down to Bucky. His tongue stabbed deep with a moan as he swiped his hand along Brock’s thigh, his claws tearing through the tactical pants and skin. More blood splattered as he screamed in agony. “But you can bleed.”
“Beg. I want you to beg for me to save you,” you moaned, grinding against the brunette’s face before your expression twisted with anger. “I was innocent, you piece of shit.”
Where was your innocence now? Gone. Destroyed. But you made a choice. You allowed yourself to slip into darkness by joining forces with the incubi they captured. And you didn't regret it for a second.
“Please,” Brock said above a whisper, trying in vain to cover his wounds. How much had it taken for him to say that single word? “I-I was just following orders. I'm sorry. Save me.”
You regarded Brock with an unsympathetic gaze. You could show him compassion that he never bestowed upon you and let him see that there was still good in you. But where was the fun in that? What kindness did you possibly owe him?
You glanced back at Steve as you considered it, who merely smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You felt Bucky smile, too. They encouraged your fury, fueled it. These demons truly were glorious. Horrifying.
And they were yours.
“You're not sorry and you know the orders were bullshit. So as far as saving you?” You asked, smiling when the realization of his doom crossed his face. “No, I don’t think I will.”
Brock's hands flew to his head as he let out a cry of anguish. It filled the hall, like a song of agony as the lights flickered. The sound almost shook you to your core, but it fed into your growing darkness. You embraced it with a smile.
“Do you know who those screams in your head belong to?” Steve asked evenly as Brock continued to yell and thrash around. “That's the suffering of every person you ever hurt. All the pain you caused.”
Bucky pulled his mouth away to glare at him. “Including our girl.”
How many bodies had Brock and his men left on their path of destruction? How many lives had they ruined? It was only fair to return the favor.
“Stop it! Make it stop!” Brock cried, slamming the back of his head against the ground with enough force to crack it. “Stop!”
You cried out when Bucky shoved two fingers inside you, his claws careful not to cut you as he thrust deep. “You're close, doll. Dripping down my fingers,” he said, the sound of your wetness blending in beautifully with the wail of pain.
“He's close, too,” Steve said in your ear as he reached down to toy with your clit, playing with the sensitive bud with a grunt. You hardly paid any attention to Brock now, even as his body twitched and blood from his skull stained the floor. He was inconsequential to you as the light began to fade from his eyes. He was nothing. “It's the end for him.”
Bucky twisted his fingers with a smirk, your pussy quivering as you were ready to fall apart. “Come while he takes his last breath. Let go. Let it all go.”
Your vision swam as you did as he commanded, your entire body throbbing with pleasure. You felt the air leave Brock's lungs as bliss flooded you, Bucky's groan obscene as he brought his mout back to lick up your essence. Steve held onto you as you lost yourself, every part of you inside and out owned by their touch.
In that moment, you were invincible.
“Good fucking girl,” Bucky said, his mouth and chin wet from your release as he took his fingers out and lowered your shaky limb from his shoulder. “Damn. I thought he'd last a little longer. I wanted to shove his taser rod up his ass.”
“You still can,” Steve said, kissing your shoulder. “You did so well, sweetheart. You okay?”
The praise from both of them made you preen as you looked at the surrounding carnage, slowly coming down from your high. “I'm better than okay,” you exhaled, reaching out with your foot to nudge Brock's body, relief hitting you square in the chest when he didn’t move. Your tormentor was dead. And you wouldn't shed a single tear for him. “He's gone. He's really gone.”
“He is. And we're free, thanks to you, doll,” Bucky spoke, licking his fingers clean before he stroked himself, a cool shade of blue flickering from his red eyes. “Our mate.”
I'm theirs and they're mine.
And as their mate, you had to thank them. Take care of them. Worship their hard and aching cocks the way you were made to.
“Fuck me,” you breathed.
“With pleasure,” Steve smiled, putting you on your hands and knees before he sank down behind you. He shoved his thick cock inside you with no warning, the head of it practically kissing your cervix as you screamed. “This is just the beginning. We have more lives to destroy when we’re done fucking you. For now.”
Bucky tapped his cock against your cheek affectionately before he pushed inside your eager mouth. “Alexander Pierce. Jasper Sitwell. Everyone. We'll kill them all,” he promised, snapping his hips in time with Steve as you moaned, letting them use you like a ragdoll between them. But you didn't feel used in the slightest.
You felt complete.
“You're free,” Steve grunted, bringing his palm down on your ass with a sharp slap. “We're free.”
He was right. You were finally free from the shackles Hydra tried to put on you. And you couldn't wait for the carnage the three of you would continue to spread, once you could form a coherent thought. All you wanted for now was for them to paint every hole of yours until there wasn’t a drop left.
Bucky's head fell back with an excited moan, as if he read your mind. “And we have so much time to make up for. So take our cocks and let us fill your holes before we burn this place to the ground.”
That was a mission you were more than happy to complete.
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So, THAT happened and I'm not sorry. Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! 🧡
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nickfowlerrr · 9 months
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it's nice to have a friend
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pairing: stucky x curvy!reader
warnings: fluff. tinge of angst. longing. mutual pining. no smut but all my works are considered 18+ only regardless.
words: 1.7k
notes: loosely based off this prompt: platonic forehead kisses starting to give u the feels. LIKE ITS SOMETHING MAGICAL. i'm currently pmsing and work killed me so i was only able to get to this drabble done today. hoping to do the bucky request tomorrow! <3 thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. comments and feedback are always welcome and so appreciated!
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“I’m fine, Steve,” you laugh as you try to swat his hand away.
You still as he catches it in his instead, pulling it down and holding it as he runs his thumb over your hand. You watch him as he keeps his gaze down, tracking his own movements and appearing deep in thought.
It’s soft and silent in the dim light of the kitchen, a little past midnight, seemingly only you and him awake at this hour.
You’d gotten back from your mission just a few hours ago and Steve had been your shadow from the tarmac up until you were cleared by Dr. Cho and could head to living quarters.
You had a small gash on your forehead and some bruised knuckles but really you felt fine. Kate and Peter weren’t as unscathed as you and Clint but all in all, the mission was a success. And truly, there was nothing for anyone, especially not Steve, to be worried about.
You and Steve were close, close enough that you considered him to be one of your best friends here at the tower, but despite that, you still had no idea why he was so concerned about you tonight.
He’d been worrying over you since you’d stepped foot off the jet. Not outright, but you could tell he was following you because he wanted to keep an eye on you. You finally convinced him you were good, or so you’d thought, and had some time to yourself as you showered and got ready for bed. When you came out to grab something to eat before letting sleep finally take you for the night, that was when you’d found him sitting in the kitchen.
Only the dimmer was on as he sat at the counter sketching something in his notebook. He noticed your presence right away and got up from his seat to meet you at the cabinet you were at.
He’d instantly went for the mug he knew you were going to reach for and handed it to you as you watched him, having relaxed with your backside against the counter when he came over.
You’d caught yourself admiring him as he got you your mug but you tried to quickly shut those thoughts down and instead focused on just how lucky you were to call Steve a friend. His concern wasn’t necessary, but it was nice to know he cared.
You took the mug from him and when you set it down on the counter, he once again tried to fuss over the small gash that would likely leave a little physical memory of the mission. Not that you minded all that much.
You tried to brush his hand away but he caught yours and kept hold of it as you let him.
As Steve continued to stroke his thumb over your soft, sensitive skin, you couldn’t help but notice the crease in his brows and the tightness of his jaw as he rubbed gently at the bruises.
You couldn’t imagine this was all because of you, but something was obviously up.
“Steve,” you spoke softly, waiting for him to look at you once more.
His bright blue eyes met yours and the worry you found in them had you sighing.
“What’s wrong?” You asked as you gently squeezed his hand. “And don’t say nothing. I think I know you well enough to know that something is, so spill.”
He smiled halfheartedly at you, an almost pained look in his eye before he shook his head.
He lifted your hand to his lips and placed a delicate kiss to your knuckles before he let go. You thought your heart might just stop beating entirely at the action as your breathing stilled unbidden.
You watched him as he took a small step back from you. The look in his eye wasn’t one you could name now but it had your stomach twisting..in a good way.
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he said as he took you in with his eyes.
Your brows furrowed lightly before you gave a small smile. That was far from the whole answer and you knew it, but you wouldn’t press him on it right now.
“I hadn’t realized how late it was,” he continued when he glanced over at the time on the stove. “I should probably get some sleep. And you should, too,” he said turning his head back to face you and fixing you with a look you could only laugh at.
“Will do, Captain,” you chuckled lightly with a nod. “Soon as I find something to eat.”
“I think Bucky has leftover pizza in the fridge if you want,” he offered.
You scoffed and your eyes narrowed at him, “Do you want me dead?” you asked in faux incredulity, earning a soft laugh in return.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he smirked. “Besides, if he knows it was you, I don’t think he’d mind.”
“Thanks,” you smiled as you pushed off the counter to head to the fridge.
Before you got there, though, you were stopped as Steve’s arms wrapped around you in a hug. You found yourself pressed right against his chest and though it took you a second to register what was happening, you soon returned his embrace and relaxed into him. God, he was so warm. And he smelled so nice. You had to stop yourself from nuzzling into him and making a complete fool of yourself. His hold was so comforting, you quickly found yourself lost in it.
So much so, you almost didn’t register when Steve placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Almost.
Your eyes fluttered shut at the contact as your arms reactively squeezed him tighter and you pressed yourself closer to him.
It wasn’t the first time he’d given you a forehead kiss but this time felt different. It made you feel different. Like you were in a dream. It was soft and comforting but it also had butterflies coming to life in your stomach and had your body alight in delight.
But it was over before you knew it and Steve pulled away from you with a soft, “Goodnight.”
His touch lingered on your arm though before he dropped his hand completely and smiled at you once more.
“Night,” you whispered back before you watched him go, grabbing his notebook on his way back to his room.
You absentmindedly wrapped your arms around yourself as you were already missing the feeling of his touch.
That was different. That was very different.
The light flicked on behind you and you spun around coming face to face with the only other person you'd really looked forward to seeing upon your return.
His boyish grin only added to the butterflies already causing ruckus in your tummy.
"There you are," he smiled, "I was looking for you."
Not another word was said before you found yourself wrapped up in Bucky's arms.
God, he was so warm. And he smelled so good.
Thankfully he pulled away before you could embarrass yourself by unleashing the purr that threatened to tumble past your lips as his hands rubbed at the knots in your back soothingly.
"You okay?" he asked, concern lacing his tone as he studied your face, eyes fixating on the cut blemishing your forehead once he assured himself the rest of you was alright.
"Fine," you smiled.
He nodded, "Good."
You got lost in his gaze as you stared at one another for a long while, just your quiet breaths could be heard in the otherwise silence of the kitchen.
You didn't even realize you were holding his hands until he squeezed yours ever so slightly.
"'M glad you're back," he simpered.
"Me too," you returned.
"You hungry?" he asked. "I have some pizza in the fridge if you want," he offered.
You almost laughed remembering Steve's words earlier. "That sounds really good, actually," you nodded, smiling, "thanks."
You watched as Bucky got out the cold pizza and warmed it up for you as you admired his form. When you caught yourself, you wondered how he hadn't felt your gaze heavy on his back. You were mesmerized by his muscles as they flexed with his movements.
God, you fretted to yourself.
You didn't know what to do.. You didn't know how much longer you could keep telling yourself these feelings you were feeling for Steve and Bucky were nothing.. how much longer you could deny that with each day that passed you found yourself falling harder and harder for the two supersoldiers.
Little did you know, they were both already head over heels for you.
They promised each other they'd wait as long as they had to until you brought it up yourself, they didn't want you to feel any pressure whatsoever, even if that meant you never brought it up. They'd keep their distance, not crossing the line of friendship until they were sure you wanted to. But nights like this, when you've been gone for as long as you had been, or worse when you'd come back hurt, no matter how trivial the injury was, they couldn't stay only arm's length.
To avoid overcrowding you upon your return, they'd agreed to come to you one on one. Had Bucky seen the glint of disappointment in your eyes when Steve told you he was preoccupied upon your return, he would've been a total loss. Would've come right up to you and sworn to make his absence up to you, whatever it'd take.
Hell, they'd both been waiting impatiently all day to see you and Bucky only begrudgingly sat out from greeting you on the tarmac because Steve won the coin toss.
As he plated your pizza, the pizza he had secretly saved for you, he smiled to himself as he felt your eyes glued to him.
He liked the feeling.
Steve wasn't so sure you'd ever see them as anything more than friends to you, but Bucky thought otherwise. He knew otherwise. He felt it in your gaze, in your playful hits and nudges when you’d joke together, in the warmth of your hugs... He knew it was gonna happen. And each day that passed, he only grew more sure.
He couldn't wait until the day you were all on the same page, all your cards on the table, finally the three of you together. No more coin tosses, no more taking turns checking on you after missions, no more three second hugs (though he never really stuck to that rule all too much), no more lingering forehead kisses that he desperately wished would turn into more...
He couldn't wait. But he would. For you, they'd wait forever.
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d0wnb4df0rf1cm3n · 1 year
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Someone's there.
Bucky x Reader
Summary: When you walk home from the office, someone seems to be following you home. Your best friend is not happy about that.
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Stalking/Stalker-Ex BF, Domestic Abuse, Anxiety, Angry!Bucky, Protective!Bucky, Panic Attack
AN: This is definitely not what I intended to write when I started but anyway. Have good day my dudes!!!
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You stepped out of the office, pulling your coat tighter around you against the night. It was mid-November and New York was getting colder and colder every day that passed by. You were excited about Christmas - it was one of your favourite times of the year. The lights that went up from apartment to apartment, the tree and ice rink in Rockefeller center that you and your boyfriend - Nathan - visited every year, you and Nathan driving up to Boston to meet your family. Well, your ex-boyfriend.
You'd broken up a month ago. He'd been laid off about a year ago and taken up drinking to fill the time. Nathan was not a very nice drunk. He'd yell and throw things when he was angry, which was most of the time when he was drunk, and then beg you to come back, saying that he needed you and that he'd clean up his act as soon as he got a job. You had a well-paying job - secretary to the Avengers - but Nathan was always the higher earner of the two of you. You could hardly sustain his lifestyle on your job, but you stayed. Why? You had no idea.
Nathan was a smart guy, he got picked up by some major firm headquartered in Manhattan just over a month after he got laid off. He was back to his old routine of leaving the house at 6 and coming back by 8 - you hardly saw him anymore.
And much to your dismay, the drinking didn't stop. Sure, he slowed down. He couldn't risk ruining his reputation at his new workplace. So he limited the drinking to after work. But he never stopped.
The throwing vases became throwing punches, the yelling became constant threats, consoling words became consoling sex.
You did well to hide the new bruises from your colleagues, although your act was not good enough to fool everybody. You'd let your guard down in the toilet, rolling your sleeves up to wash your hands, just as Natasha Romanoff. Yes, Natasha Romanoff aka the Black Widow aka the world's best assassin.
She didn't mention it there, but you were called to a meeting with her soon after. She sat you down with a glass of water and asked you a simple question: "Are you safe?"
Your wide eyes and trembling figure gave you away.
Nat implored you to break up with him or to at least come and live at the compound for a while - just until you figured out what you wanted to do.
You turned her offer down, stating that you were fine. You'd be fine. She fixed you with a stern glance, but even Natasha Romanoff couldn't force you to do something you didn't want.
Bucky, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He'd noticed the bruises long before Nat had, and gone out of his way to try and make your life easier. He sent you less paperwork to file, fewer menial tasks to do, and even put in a request for you to be moved to the New York office. In his eyes that meant you'd be further away from Nathan.
The next week, you both moved to Manhattan.
The bruises started to get darker, and more visible around your body. You dropped the short-sleeved dresses and low necklines in favour of long-sleeved turtlenecks with trousers.
Bucky worried for you. The dark rings around your eyes, the ghostly pallor of your skin. He was determined to save you. The only issue was he had no idea where you lived. New York was a big enough place that he'd never run into you. He knew you didn't live in Brooklyn, but that was about it.
The night where it all came to a head was after a Stark Gala. There was a group photo, where Bucky's arm rested on your hip while your arm rested on his. Nathan was pissed. He'd been sitting on the sofa when you came home, the photo open on his phone and a half-drunk bottle of whiskey in his hand. He pushed you into a wall and slapped you, his rings cutting into your face. He yelled every manner of words in your direction, calling you a 'slut' and a 'whore', and telling you that you were worthless. You cried, fresh bruises forming on your neck where he gripped you and blood dripping down your face.
You took his berating for the next few hours until Nathan retreated onto the sofa, sitting down and muttering under his breath. You opened your mouth, trying to defend yourself. Wrong move. Nathan stood up, even more agitated than before. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was almost finished and brought it down on your head.
The next thing you remember was waking up to 4 white walls. You were in a hospital, your hand being gripped tightly by someone. You tried to escape from the vice-like grip when a thumb ran over your knuckles. You knew those hands.
"Bucky." You whispered, your eyes still adjusting to the light. Your voice was sore from disuse, but the way that Bucky's eyes lit up, you would have thought that you were singing a love song just to him.
The calmness in your heart faded as soon as your brain caught up with you. You tried to convince Bucky that he needed to go but he shushed you gently.
"Shh. Don't stress yourself out. You're safe. I promise." The red rings around his eyes gave him away. Bucky had been crying. Over you.
You held his hand tightly that day. And the day after. And even the day after that. You weren't sure if you would ever find the strength to let go.
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By the time you were out of the hospital, you'd moved back to Upstate New York - Bucky had made sure that you would never have to set foot in the city again if you didn't want to.
You returned back to work as normal - the restraining order you had filed against Nathan made your mind rest easier. The whole team was happy to have you back and smiling again, but they made sure to check in with you a hell of a lot more than they used to. Clint would swing by with an apple, and accidentally leave it at your desk - the first time, you'd felt bad and tried to return it, but you quickly caught on to his tactics. Nat would bring up game nights and movie nights, begging you to come, even if it was just you both.
But most of all, Bucky. Every day, you'd wake up to a text from him, wishing you a wonderful morning and spewing some inspirational affirmations for the start of the day. He'd bring you coffee, made just how you like it, as soon as he was back from his morning run. He'd spent a while perfecting the drink - making sure it was exactly to your standard. He'd walk you to your apartment for your biweekly 2pm therapy sessions (that he'd set you up with after he had realised how much difficulty you were having sleeping), and then off to lunch at some random hole-in-the-wall spot that he knew you would love. He'd call you as you got home, making sure you got home safe, and then a goodnight text to fall asleep to.
To others, his persistent need to be around you would be stifling. But after 4 years of having your needs be put lower than the damn cockroaches in the walls, it was nice to feel wanted.
You set your life up - personal bank accounts, new social media - anything to separate that part of your life from your new one. You got a new phone (courtesy of Tony, who insisted on buying you the latest iPhone, no matter how hard you tried to convince him that he didn't need to do that because 'where on earth would you find the money to pay him back?' He scoffed at that, "I'm a billionaire hun, I think I can afford to buy my secretary a new phone). You went to get your haircut, the shorter length was something you knew Nathan would have hated.
You'd walked into the compound the day after you got it cut, worried that no one would like it as much as you did.
As soon as you made it to the kitchen, you heard a loud wolf whistle. Nat was sitting on the sofa with Sam, and they both cheered loudly as you posed for them.
Bucky's jaw dropped as he walked into the kitchen. You were still showing off for Nat and Sam - you hadn't seen him walk in.
He walked over, reaching behind you to get a pod for the coffee machine, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "Looking good, Doll." His hot breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine.
You smiled up at him, before grabbing an apple and heading back toward your desk. You glanced back at Bucky and your eyes drifted downwards to a very large and very prominent issue. You stifled a giggle before getting back to work.
You'd continued to tease Bucky for a while, inconspicuous brushes and a few comments here and there. Enough to make him flustered, but not enough to make him suspicious.
He continued being the perfect gentleman. Helping you when you needed him to, being there when no one else was.
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You started your normal journey back home, getting out of the compound was sometimes a tedious affair because of the thousands of security gates between the compound and the outermost gate. Given that this is where the Avengers live and train, it's justified. Still tedious though.
It was a quarter mile from the compound to the bus stop that took you home - you didn't like driving, especially in the frost and the dark. You put your headphones in, picking back up on the podcast you started this morning. It was an interesting one - some new True Crime podcast that your best friend had recommended to you.
The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you walked through a dark and lonely street. You gripped your bag tighter around you and sped up. There was someone following you.
You glanced behind you, your eyes catching sight of brown hair and a blue t-shirt. It had Palm Springs emblazoned on it. Funny. You'd bought Nathan a similar t-shirt a few years ago.
You fished your phone out of your pocket, quickly dialing the one person you felt safest with.
"Doll?" Bucky picked after the first ring.
"Bucky, cred că cineva mă urmărește." You said, your voice loud enough that the other person could hear you were on the phone.
"Tell me where you are, Doll, I'll come and get you." You could hear Bucky pulling on a jacket and grabbing his keys.
"Umm, cred că sunt aproape de Joey's."
"The pizza place?"
"Da, îl văd de unde sunt." The footsteps behind you seem to be getting louder, but you forced yourself to remain calm, "Am să te aștept acolo. Vă rog să veniți repede."
You ducked into the pizza place, walking straight up to the counter. By now, you were sure of who it was - but Nathan didn't follow you into the pizza place. Maybe you were just overreacting. Joey's was mostly empty, with a few teenagers here and there - probably camping out after some house party that got shut down.
"Same as always, kiddo?" Joey asked, and you nodded with a slight grin. You and Bucky came to Joey's Pizza Place a lot - Bucky used to say that it felt like home. You were inclined to agree.
"No metal man with you today?" Joey enjoyed teasing Bucky. His dad, also named Joey, had fought alongside Bucky in the war. Joey had grown up on stories of the greatness of the Howling Commandoes and it had been one of his greatest pleasures to serve him pizza every time they came.
"He's coming - got caught up in traffic."
"Busy men, huh?" You giggled at that.
The door opened again. You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with someone you hoped you'd never see again. Nathan's sister.
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"Thought I'd find you here, bitch."
June stalked over to you, her face filled with rage. She had been good friends with you before Nathan and your relationship started going wrong, but when you had confided your pains with her, she'd turned her back on you. Blood is thicker than water. She'd called you names before - filling your comments with every vile comment she could think of, texting and emailing you death threats, anything to remind you of just how broken and damaged you were.
Before you knew what was happening, her hand collided with your cheek. The whole place burst into action.
Joey jumped around the side of the counter as June hurled insults at your face.
You tried to push her away as she swung at you again, but her hand hit your shoulder.
Joey pushed you behind him, as one of the kitchen hands stepped out to pull June back.
A teenager was on the phone with the police.
You tried to cover your ears as the noise built in your head.
The door swung open, letting in a draft.
Boots on the linoleum floor. Familiar boots.
Sirens.
"We were in the neighbourhood, Sergeant." Something about a noise complaint.
A hand pulling you into a firm chest. Tears streaming down your face. Your favourite voice whispering sweet nothings, stroking your hair, begging you to calm down.
"You're doing so good for me, Doll, just keep breathing." Bucky's pulse was steady under your hand. Slowly, your breathing evened out and you lifted your head to meet Bucky's eyes. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around you to stop you from collapsing.
You stayed in Bucky's embrace while the police wrapped up - June was being taken to the local PD for the altercation and also driving under the influence. Bucky told you that Nathan had also been arrested for violating the restraining order. Your heart sunk.
"I'll never escape him, will I?" You whispered to Bucky, as you sat down in your favourite booth to eat.
"You can, and you will," Bucky reassured you, squeezing your hand in his.
You ate your pizza in relative silence after that - most of the shop had cleared out with the police. Joey gave you your pizza for free, along with a tight hug on the side. He told you that you'd always be safe in here, "although metal man seems to have that covered." Bucky glared at the nickname, making you both laugh.
You walked hand-in-hand to Bucky's motorbike - his fingers ghosted over the bruise on your cheekbone from the slap as he fastened your helmet on your head.
"It's nothing, Buck. I've had worse." Bucky gave you a pointed look, "Too soon?"
He threw his leg over the bike and you settled behind him, resting your cheek on his spine. "Forever is too soon for my liking."
You smiled at that and nuzzled further into his back.
"Where to madam?" He said, putting on an exaggerated British accent. You leaned up to whisper in his ear.
"Take me home, Buck."
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It had been only a few days since that encounter at the station. 
Embers had settled like lead weights in your stomach, lighting up your nerves with a mere spark – more often than not it was their text tone, or the sound of their honeyed voices on a call that was the culprit and soul cause, and the bastards knew it, too.
Very little deliberation was needed to come to your decision. An inane part of you, perhaps closer to the surface than you cared to admit, nor acknowledge, wanted this. You wanted to be a part of what they were, you wanted to feel the warmth of the love they could give, and… many other things. 
Before that thought could dig its claws too deep, the open roller doors of the station came into view, and you took a deep breath as you walked up the driveway. Steve and Bucky had asked you to pop in for a visit, and they had offered to take you home when their shift ended – naturally, you had been apprehensive about just whose home you’d be returning to. 
“There she is!” Steve called, making his way down the driveway with Bucky peeking around the doorway with a bright smile. “Hey there, sweetheart,” Steve said, glancing you up and down – and the action didn’t leave your skin crawling as you had felt all too many times before with other men, rather, you felt shy. “How’re you doing?”
“Good– I’m good, Stevie,” you replied, happily accepting his hug. 
“Hey! Nuh-uh,” Bucky rushed, jogging over, a full pout on his lips. “My turn.” Steve laughed and let you go, only for you to be swept into Bucky’s arms and off your feet. “She’s mine now, punk,” Bucky called, carrying you as he stalked into the station, ignorant of your breathless laugh and pleas to be let down. “Shouldn’t have let her go.”
“Let me down, Buck,” you laughed, hitting his shoulder with your hand and holding around the back of his neck for dear life with the other. “Please!”
“Alright, alright,” Bucky soothed, and he set you gently down on your feet. “There you go. Now, we’re cutting our shift short because Nat and Peter were gracious enough to come in an hour early.”
“Bless ‘em,” Steve cut in. “So, we can head home, decompress and relax, y’know.” The not-so-subtle wink and sly smirk gracing Steve’s handsome features only caused the inferno to ignite. 
Before you could reply, Bucky shoved him towards the locker room. “Get a move on then.”
Steve left with a salute and that left Bucky and you standing beside a parked fire truck. You went to open your mouth to speak, but a quiet yipping noise stalled the cogs in your mind, and you stared at Bucky with wide eyes. “Was that a dog?”
The sheepish shrug and shy smile that grew on his lips made him look so much younger – a boy caught red handed with his hand in the cookie jar. “Yeah… surprise?”
“You have a dog?”
Bucky went to open his mouth when the door leading to the office opened abruptly, and Peter appeared. “Oh, hey! It’s good to see you- whoa!”
You watched in awe as Peter stumbled, pushed to the side by two fast blurs darting out from behind his feet. They were small, but fast and over excited, the exact embodiment of what a puppy–puppies, would be. “You have puppies!”
“Yeah, yeah- Captain, no! Sit,” Bucky commanded, and you watched as the most excited of the two fell back from scrambling up your knees to his back legs in a perfect, fluid movement. You crouched down to be level with the two black and white – Dalmatian – puppies, cooing at them quietly. The smaller and calmer of the two stared up at you through bright blue eyes curiously, a slight tilt to their head.
“Who are these precious babies?” You asked, offering a hand to them so they could sniff. “They’re adorable.”
Bucky groaned as he kneeled down. “‘M gettin’ too old for this shit,” he joked, and you chuckled.
“You’re ageing like a fine wine, Buck,” you replied before you thought better of it, and your eyes widened. Shit, you silently cursed. 
“Why thank you, honey,” Bucky purred. Fuck. “Anyway,” he continued, pointing at the larger of the two puppies. “This is Captain, he’s Stevie’s boy.” You cooed at Captain and he whined quietly, wiggling with excitement. “And this,” Bucky pointed at the smaller puppy, a soft smile on his lips and eyes bright with love, “is Cleo. She’s my little girl.”
“I love them so much,” you gushed, not realising how Bucky’s gaze that held so much adoration and softness for his little Cleo, to you. “How old are they?”
“Old enough to be terrors,” Steve said above you and you jumped. “We goin’ home?”
“Yeah,” Bucky replied, getting to his feet with a huff. “You ready, doll?”
You nodded and scratched behind Captain and Cleo’s ears. “Do they stay here, or-”
“No,” Steve laughed, smiling fondly down at the two puppies. “C’mon guys, home time.” Like a scene from a Disney movie, the two bounding balls of energy ran after Steve as he walked out of the station, presumably towards their car. 
The jingling of keys pulled you from the sight of Steve’s broad back and you looked over at Bucky to see him already staring at you, a brow raised and an arrogant smirk plastered on his lips. “Quit ooglin’ my husband, honey,” he said, his voice low. “A fella might get the idea you want him more.”
You had the sense to roll your eyes at his dramatic ways, and he laughed as he slung an arm over your shoulder. His grin was contagious and you couldn’t help but mimic it as he walked you out the door, pointing the set of keys to a huge pick-up truck. “Let’s go home, hey?”
The drive home was sat in comfortable silence, interrupted by bouts of banter and the barking yips of overexcited puppies. Before long, Bucky pulled the truck into the driveway of a modest home reminiscent of a brownstone flat – the yard was small but tidy, and there was a two-car garage attached to the side. 
“Alright,” Steve said around a yawn. The puppies in his lap shifted and whined restlessly. “Welcome to our humble abode, sweetheart.”
“It’s gorgeous.” 
Bucky made a small noise of contentment and slid out the driver's seat, while you shifted and followed Steve off the bench seat and out the passenger door. The puppies ran onto the yard and jumped over one another, making you giggle at their antics. 
You could hear Bucky moving around the front of the truck and you went to look over your shoulder at him, only to jump and gasp in fright as Steve’s hand – callused and warm, grabbed your own and threaded his fingers through yours. “Easy, sweetheart,” Steve cooed, tightening his grip. “C’mon, come inside.”
With little choice, but with no hesitation, you followed Steve as he followed Bucky to the front door of their home. “Captain, Cleo– here,” Bucky called, and the two puppies ran between the gaps and through the doorway. “Bring our girl in, punk,” Bucky goaded, watching Steve as he stood in the doorway, still holding your hand and staring at you with an unreadable expression – Bucky’s voice seemed to wake him from his trance and he pulled you inside. 
The fact that Bucky moved to stand right behind you as soon as you walked through the threshold of their home, sent a chill of something up your spine and that pit of embers to become a sparking heap again. 
“D’you want something to drink, darlin’?” Steve asked. The endearment made your eyes widen only slightly and you recovered just in time to ask for some water – just. 
Captain and Cleo moved to settle on a giant dog bed in the living room beside the open doorway, and Bucky put a hand on your lower back, urging you forward into the cosy room and towards a couch. “Make yourself at home.”
“Okay,” you mumbled, taking a seat between three giant pillows. Opting for comfort in this new environment and in the presence of these two Gods among men, you grabbed one and leant it on your knees, hugging it to your chest. 
You watched as Bucky toed off his boots and slipped the suspenders off his shoulders, only he caught you staring and he smirked. “You’re so adorable, honey,” Bucky cooed and you felt hot, the cinders in your stomach igniting into a dull roar. “‘M gonna go get changed, Stevie will be with you in just a second, alright?”
As if Bucky had summoned him, Steve appeared around the corner, wearing sweats and a white tank top with a glass of water in one hand, a mug filled with a steaming liquid in the other. Steve and Bucky smiled at one another, and you watched with your mouth slightly agape as Bucky cupped the back of Steve’s neck roughly and pulled him into a kiss – holy fucking shit, you cursed. 
The visual was burnt into your eyelids and you took a deep breath just as they pulled apart, and Bucky departed – though not before he smacked Steve on the ass, the latter only rolling his eyes in response. 
“Here you go,” Steve said, offering you the glass of water before falling onto the couch next to you. He groaned loudly and threw his head back over the back of the couch and shuffled his legs so his thighs were spread, and you couldn’t resist the urge to stare at the way his muscles moved and pulled taut to show off that damned jawline. “You stare any longer, sweetheart, and I won’t be able to control myself.”
Dammit, you swore. So much for subtlety. 
More to distract yourself, you took a gulp of water and placed the cup down on a coaster on the coffee table. A low huff and whine came from the dog bed next to the couch and you looked over to see Cleo already staring at you sleepily. “Such an adorable baby girl,” you cooed.
“Nope, that’s you, honey,” Bucky said suddenly and you almost squeaked – thankfully you killed the noise in your throat before you could embarrass yourself further. “I know we talk every day at this point,” he continued, flopping down on your other side, and tucking his knee up under his other thigh so he could face you. “But how are you–how have you been feeling?”
It was difficult to discern just what he was asking – was he asking about how you felt about them? About the risque and teasing texts and calls you had more often than not initiated? 
“Don’t stress that pretty head of yours, honey, I meant exactly what I asked,” Bucky said quietly, and you felt Steve shift next to you, his interest obviously piqued. “How are you doing? Work, all that shit.”
“Oh,” you breathed, relieved. “I’ve been good, work has been busy–but I’ve been good.”
“We know,” Steve purred, his breath suddenly very hot against your neck. “Because you’re our good girl, aren’t you?”
You blanched. “What the-”
Their laughter broke the tension – deep belly laughs and wide grins, though when you looked at Steve, his grin had something else teasing, wolfish, and you found you liked it. 
“I would say I’m sorry,” Steve tried, grinning and flicking his gaze between Bucky and your deer-in-headlights-esque shock. “But I’m really not.”
“You fuckin’ menace, Stevie,” Bucky chuckled. “Leave ‘er alone!”
“What the hell was that?” You demanded, a grin teasing your own lips. In no way were you mad, though you were shocked with the visceral reaction to those simple words had on you – you knew you liked it, but that much?
You were doomed. 
“Nothin’, nothin’,” Steve sighed, still grinning, though he eyed you like a wolf who had cornered his prey. The air became thin and you felt Bucky shifting closer – the tension in the room crescendoed and your breath hitched as they fell silent, the heat of their combined gazes almost too much to bear. 
“Sweetheart,” Steve started, his voice low, tentative; an unspoken hesitance. “We brought you home to get to know you, and we are going to get to know you, just as you would get to know us, but,” he leant forward and time stopped – Steve was in your space, unyielding and determined to be heard. “Do you want this?”
“This?” You echoed breathlessly, only to end on a gasp when Bucky’s hand moved to your neck – no pressure exerted, no sense of danger, but a promise and an intention that stole your breath completely. You could feel Bucky’s thumb brushing soothingly against the side of your neck, but it only sent your head spinning.
Damn him for listening when you let slip you had enjoyed the thought of his or Steve’s hand around your throat. 
“Listen to Stevie, honey,” Bucky said, his tone firm and insistent. 
“You call the shots here,” Steve continued, though his gaze flickered from Bucky’s hand to your face. “But, to be honest, I want this–so does Buck, don’t you?”
“More than you can imagine,” Bucky growled. “What d’you say, doll?”
Blood pounded in your ears and you gulped, the movement against his hand made Bucky exhale heavily. “Yeah–Yeah I want this, I want it-”
“You tell us to stop if you need us to,” Steve commanded, watching only you and you met his gaze. “Understood?”
“Understood,” you answered.
The wolves pounced. Bucky tightened his grip on the sides of your neck while his other hand went to your hair, gripping it and pulling gently so your face was tilted up, where Steve claimed your mouth – his kiss was surprisingly soft, gentle from what you had expected. 
“Bedroom, now,” Bucky rasped, and Steve pulled back, running his thumb along your bottom lip. 
“Fuck,” Steve growled, his voice just as raspy as Bucky’s – like your admission and want for this had turned them feral. They pulled you to your feet and you gasped with the rush. “Jump, darlin’,” Steve demanded, and hazy as you felt, you did as you were told; only for the ground to become suddenly very far away. “Atta girl.”
Steve was carrying you – he was carrying you, and Bucky’s hand was insistently groping at Steve’s ass as he carried you down a hallway. “How are you-”
“Firefighter, honey,” Bucky drawled while he kicked the bedroom door shut with his foot. Steve placed you gently down on the bed and stood up, and when Steve moved to shuck down his sweats, Bucky whined, his hands flying forward and gripping Steve’s shoulders and pulling him into a heated kiss – teeth and tongue clashing like they were going to consume one another. 
Bucky pulled back only far enough to pull down Steve’s sweats, boxers included. “Mine, don’t do my job, Stevie- Fuck,” Bucky breathed, rushing to literally tear at Steve’s tank top with ease.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned, and the two turned their heads to look at you – Steve’s expression heightened with a smug smirk, while Bucky looked at you through hooded eyes and a wolfish grin. 
“She’s pretty, ain’t she, Stevie?” Bucky said through his teeth, his gaze flashing dangerously. “I wan’ her.”
“Go to her, baby,” Steve ordered. The tone sent your stomach into a fit and the inferno spread like wildfire through your every last nerve – the intensity sending a rush of vertigo and you found yourself reaching out, desperate to touch. “Go on, you don’t stop until she comes, understood?”
Heaven above, you wondered if you could come alone from those words. 
“C’mere,” Bucky said, pulling you to your feet. With just as much ease as he had torn–undressed Steve, Bucky left you standing bare for only a solitary second before he pulled you onto the bed with a low, rumbling growl. The pillows were soft under your head and you sighed happily as Bucky settled his boxer-clad hips between your spread thighs. “You alright, honey?”
“I’m great,” you grinned, and Bucky laughed before he surged forward, marking the column of your throat with expert precision until your eyes fluttered closed. “Bucky, please-”
“Please what, sweetheart?” Steve asked, hovering by the head of the bed before he reached over and fisted Bucky’s hair, pulling back harshly. The moan that left Bucky’s lips made your breath stutter. “What do you want? Tell us.”
Bucky moved and tilted his head down, and whether it was a help or a hindrance, his clothed cock rubbed insistently against your clit and you moaned. “Be a good girl for us, honey,” he whispered, and he dropped to his elbows, caging you against him. 
“Please, please, I- I need to-”
“You want to come, is that it, darlin’?” Steve pondered. His gaze suddenly pinned Bucky in place, a realisation behind his flickered aggression. “Buck, baby, you didn’t do as you were told.”
Bucky froze before he lowered his head against your neck, mouthing at it while moving his hips against your heat torturously slow. “‘M gettin’ to it, Stevie,” he replied, his breath hot against your neck and suddenly, he started sucking in earnest – the sharp, intense feeling forcing a choked moan from you. 
“Get to it faster, then,” Steve admonished. You could sense the eye roll Bucky hid by the curtain of his hair, but he still moved down your body, mouthing at your skin and leaving a trail of heat that culminated between your hips – unbearably so. 
You watched, your breath hitching, while Bucky moved your legs either side of his head so your thighs rested on his broad, muscled, and tattooed shoulders. “Oh, god-” You tried, only for your breath to stutter and falter at the first broad lick of Bucky’s tongue against your clit. “Fuck!”
“Go on, baby,” Steve muttered, watching Bucky as he nestled closer. “Fuck her with your tongue.”
The feeling was indescribable – the pull of Bucky’s mouth and the warmth and pressure of his tongue insistently drawing patterns just as pretty as his tattoos on your clit, only to stop and move his tongue down, paying attention to your weeping cunt. You couldn’t hear his groans and moans over the roaring in your ears, though you were grounded by the soft brush of Steve’s fingers down your neck and over your shoulder. 
It was short lived. 
As Bucky forced his tongue to do as Steve had ordered, Steve lowered his head to suckle at a breast, his hand coming to cup your other breast and flick the hardened nub until you whimpered. 
The bed began to squeak and rock and you lifted your head to see Bucky’s hips thrusting desperately against the edge. “Baby, no, you come when she does,” Steve cut in, his tone snappish and commanding. You could have sworn you felt Bucky’s whine through your entire body with how he had sucked your clit into his mouth. 
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Steve purred, turning to look at you. A harsh suck from Bucky forced a hiccuped moan from your lips and you whined, fisting your hands in Bucky’s hair. “He’s makin’ you feel good, huh?”
“Y-Yeah, oh, fuck- Ah!”
“Oh, sweetheart, lookatchu,” Steve continued, ignorant of your heaving breaths and inability to hear nor compute a damn thing except for the fact Bucky was swirling and suckling at your clit like a man starved. “So fuckin’ pretty like this.”
“Bucky! Oh, fuck- Fuck!” You cried, startling at the feeling of Bucky’s fingers burying themselves deep in your cunt. “Please!”
Your pleading only spurred Bucky on, and you watched through blurred vision as Steve grinned wickedly, his gaze focused on Bucky's head shaking side to side. “You’re fuckin’ her real good, baby,” Steve breathed, and his gaze snapped towards your pleading expression. “Oh, you’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yeah!” You cried. “Steve, Steve please-”
“Bucky, baby,” Steve said, still looking at you and you did your best to stare back, to hold his gaze. “Be a good boy for me and make her come, she wants to be your good girl.” 
Fire burst through every nerve and your back arched to the ceiling, your mouth opened in a silent scream, and Bucky still did not stop. “That’s it, good girl, there’s a good girl- Fuck,” Steve breathed. Waves and waves of sensations crashed against you, pulling you under, with every brush of Bucky’s fingers and tongue and every suck of his lips. He followed you as you writhed on the bed, drawing out every last second of your climax. 
Bucky finally pulled back from between your thighs for breath, his chest heaving while your slick covered his lips and chin. The impish grin that split his face made you twitch and whine breathlessly, though it didn’t deter him from launching up onto the bed to claim your lips in a heated kiss. 
“Baby,” Steve rushed, pulling Bucky off you and ignoring his grunt of protest. “Lie back, baby, I want your dick in my mouth.”
The promise made Bucky move almost comically quick and he rested his back against the bed head, thighs spread. “Catch your breath, honey,” Bucky whispered as Steve moved to settle between Bucky’s thighs. “We’re not done with you.”
You watched in daze as Steve pulled Bucky’s boxers down, and you revelled in the groan of pleasure that escaped Bucky as Steve swallowed him to the hilt with no preamble. “Stevie, fuck,” Bucky gasped, fisting Steve’s blond hair and holding him in place. “‘M not gonna last long, baby, fuck.”
A rush of energy pulsed through you and you got to your knees, wobbling only slightly. Bucky watched you through hooded eyes, reaching a hand out and you took it, falling against his side and pulling him into a heated kiss – swallowing his moans and cries. You hissed against his lips as his hand wandered down your back to cup and grope at the globes of your ass – his hands rough but warm. 
Bucky’s hips jerked up violently and he cried out, his stomach flexing and you watched in awe as Steve worked faster. “Baby, ‘m gonna come, don’t you dare stop- Fuck!”
“Bucky,” you simpered and his gaze snapped to you – his once bright eyes blackened and eclipsed, so fucking far gone, you mused silently. “Come for me, handsome, c’mon.”
The loud shout that echoed off the walls made you grin dazedly, triumphant at wrecking the man before you like he did you. You watched as Bucky twitched and moaned, writhing weakly against Steve’s incessant sucking, his cheeks still hollowed. “Stevie- please, I can’t,” Bucky gasped, sagging in relief when Steve finally pulled off, grinning that same wicked smile. 
That same smile he turned on you. “My turn.”
“Wha-” You tried, though your attempt at being coherent was marred by the fact Bucky had manhandled you into his lap, locking you in place by trapping your arms by your sides and forcing your legs open and keeping them there with his feet. The heat billowing from Bucky burned against your skin, and you wriggled, whining from the feel of his still hard cock resting against your lower back.
“Shh, honey,” Bucky cooed, resting his chin against your shoulder. Despite the rush you found your breathing slowing at his soothing tone. “I’ve gotchu, and Stevie’s gonna fuck you so good you won’t remember your own fuckin’ name, how ‘bout that?”
“Fuck,” you croaked, shivering in his hold. You could feel your cunt clench around nothing and you began to pant, as desperate to get air as you were to finally be filled with Steve’s cock. 
“She’s so pretty like this, Buck, fuckin’ hell,” Steve rambled, rooting through a bedside draw before pulling free a foil packet. “Touch her for me.”
“Oh-” You shuddered, your legs jerking against Bucky’s hold as his hand wandered down your stomach.
“Be good for me, honey, my sweet doll, huh?” Bucky breathed and you whimpered. The feel of his fingers trailing so close caused goosebumps to rise in the wake of his fingers, right until they settled between your folds and circled your clit. 
“That’s it, baby,” Steve breathed, stopping his rush to just watch. “Speed it up, I think she can come once more– what d’you think, sweetheart?”
“I can’t-”
“You can,” Bucky replied. “Stevie wants to watch you come undone again, and like the good girl you are-” As he spoke, his fingers picked up their speed and you heaved for breath against the onslaught of sensation. “-You’re gonna put on a show for ‘im, aren’t you?”
“Ye-Yeah, ah! I am, I- oh,” you gasped, and with your arms trapped you could only scramble to hold Bucky’s hips, the pillows, the sheets – something, anything to ground yourself. 
“Come for me, sweetheart,” Steve called, though he sounded underwater – muffled and so far away. “Let go, let go for us.”
You screamed to the ceiling, shaking violently through your second climax that cleaved you like a whip, and Bucky was the only thing holding you together. 
“Fuck, if she looks as pretty as she does without our cocks filling her, Stevie,” Bucky mumbled into your hair, soothing the aftershocks with gentle kisses against your temple. “Imagine how she’d look while you’re gonna fuck her.”
Steve groaned loudly in response. “Move, Buck, I need-”
You whined as Bucky slowly lowered you down his front so your hips were canted forward, and your shoulders rested against his middle, just above his stomach. “There you go, doll, easy,” he soothed, pulling your slumped head back against his chest. “You with us, honey?”
“Yeah,” you said, your voice hoarse, but you grinned dopily up at them. “Don’ stop, more-”
They laughed heartily – the rumbling in Bucky’s chest soothing something deep in your mind. It was hard to form any string of thought, coherent or not. 
“You’re just so fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart,” Steve whispered, and you whined, chasing his lips. “No, I wanna watch you.”
If Bucky hadn’t kept hold of you, you could have sworn you had started to ascend – the stretch of Steve’s cock burned, the pain exactly what you had wanted, and you moaned loudly. “That’s it, honey,” Bucky cooed, moving a hand to squeeze your breast. “Takin’ Stevie so well, fuck.”
“Oh, god,” Steve groaned, bottoming out in your cunt and stilling. The small twitches against your walls made you whimper, though you grinned wickedly up at him, watching his bowed head until he met your gaze. “Sweetheart, what are- Shit!”
You chuckled weakly and you felt Bucky move behind you, his lips nipping at the side of your neck. “You tryin’ to make him come, huh, kitten?”
The name pulled a moan from your lips and Steve gasped, your cunt squeezing him like a vice – the once steady rhythm you had pulsing around him thrown out. 
“Do that again, Buck,” Steve breathed. “She’s fuckin’ squeezing me.”
“Aw,” Bucky cooed, and you groaned when Steve started to move – far too fucking slowly. “You want Stevie to fuck you senseless? You want Steve to squirm?”
“Uh-huh,” you replied quietly. 
“She’s too fucked out to form words, baby,” Bucky said to Steve, his tone biting and just the perfect amount of mockery. “I want you to fuck her– fuck her just how you want, go on.”
“Not funny, Buck,” Steve gritted out before he thrusted hard enough to jolt you up Bucky’s chest. It was like you weren’t there – a toy for them to use to rile one another up, and you fucking loved it. 
“Oh, it is,” Bucky continued, shifting slightly so he could attack the other side of your neck. Your whimpers and moans were completely ignored while Steve thrusted shallowly. “You better fuck our girl senseless, baby, or I’ll have to do it myself. You don’t want that do you? You want her pussy all to yourself, you don’t want to share, do you?”
The words were a catalyst to something – the cogs of Steve’s mind finally clicking into place to reveal the wolfish greed he had harboured from the beginning. His thrusts turned brutal and every rock of his hips punched a moan from your lungs, the quickfire and brutality of each thrust driving you up Bucky’s chest. 
“Please-” You gasped, scrabbling to grab hold of something and Bucky’s hip was the only thing you could find purchase on. “Please, oh, fucking- Stevie!”
“That’s it, kitten, scream for him,” Bucky purred before grabbing the back of Steve’s neck and pulling him into a bruising kiss, throwing off his rhythm. You whined loudly and Bucky pulled back, chuckling darkly. “Fuck her, Stevie, make her come.”
A low growl shook Steve’s chest, and it rattled your last sense of control. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he rambled, attaching his lips to your neck, the opposite side of where Bucky was marking you with his teeth and tongue. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”
You clamped down tighter on his cock and your moans grew in pitch, but Steve didn’t falter. “She’s close, Stevie, good boy,” Bucky purred. Steve only moaned, shifting his knees so he could fuck you harder. You could feel Bucky’s hand moving down your stomach and a loud static filled your ears. “You wanna come for him, don’t you, kitten? You wanna be a good girl for us?”
Words failed you. Your mouth opened and closed uselessly as you felt Bucky reach your hip, though he didn’t stop. A full body shudder tore through your limbs and you keened, curling inwards as Bucky’s fingers found your much too sensitive clit with his fingers – all through Bucky’s deft touches, Steve didn’t stop his thrusts, if anything, they got harder, faster, as he chased his release.
“Come for us, honey,” Bucky whispered, his breath hot on the shell of your ear. Steve nodded desperately and whined as the start of your climax trapped him, your cunt sucking him in and not allowing him to leave. “Come for us, kitten- Good girl! Oh, lookatchu! Fuck, that’s a girl, good girl-”
You were drowning in pleasure, you couldn’t breathe – couldn’t feel anything but the deadly throes and sensations of Steve’s cock grinding against that spot and the feeling of Bucky’s breath, hot on your neck. 
Slowly, you came to laying on your side, pressed between two bodies. 
“There she is– hey, sweetheart,” Steve whispered in your ear. Somehow, he was holding you to his chest and Bucky was laying facing you, his eyes opening quickly at Steve’s words. 
“Stevie fucked you a bit too good, honey,” Bucky chuckled, cupping your jaw and sidling closer so he could kiss your forehead. “Are you alright?” As he spoke, Steve rubbed one hand up and down your side as you shivered, squeezing you close with the other. 
“‘M fine,” you said. “Wha’ happened?”
“You blacked out, doll,” Bucky explained. “It was only for a little while.”
“Awesome,” you whispered, and Steve and Bucky laughed. “Are you guys okay?”
“Fuckin’ fantastic,” Steve said – you could hear the grin in his words, and Bucky nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. “We can talk serious shit later, alright? We wanna hold you a lil’ longer.”
“I would love that,” you hummed happily and snuggled into Steve’s arms, smiling as Bucky moved even closer. 
One thing was for sure, today for sure cemented the fact that you had made the right decision – now all you had to do was buckle in for the ride.
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thelovelylolly · 2 months
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For the valentines post, could i request 24.27,28 with stucky x reader.
Maybe the boss do something stupid like leave reader out of an important mission to prove buckys innocence, but they leave agent!reader behind while she’s asleep and she feels betrayed and like she doesn’t belong with them. But after some avoidance they finally talk and make up?
Thank you I’m so excited!!
First Mission
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Summary: Steve and Bucky leave you behind on Bucky's most important mission, which leads you to avoid them. Warnings: a bit of angst and hurt/comfort, but dw theres a happy ending (and they/them pronouns and 'doll' are used for reader) <3 Word Count: 1185 Notes: i love these men so much like it's BAD so thank u very much for this request lol <3
You knew Bucky's first mission was going to be a big one in order to clear his name. You specifically asked to be assigned to that mission with him and Steve, since the three of you work well together and have a special connection. Plus, you wanted to be there to celebrate Bucky's achievement. You had talked about it with them, but you hadn't noticed the shared look between them.
Even though he wanted you to go, Bucky requested that it would just be him and Steve. It wasn't that he didn't like you, he really did. He didn't want to risk you getting hurt in case things went south. He didn't fully trust himself yet, so he decided that it would be best to keep you at the compound, at least for this mission.
Steve respected his wishes and the two left without you.
The morning after they left, you woke up and went through your usual routine. You made your way to the kitchen and started to make yourself a cup of coffee when you noticed Steve and Bucky weren't there. Usually they'd be in the living room, relaxing after their morning run. You'd go over and talk with them as you sipped your coffee.
But the living room was empty and quiet.
You walked over with your mug in your hands and took a seat in your chair, trying to figure out where the boys went when Sam walked into the kitchen.
"Sam?" You called, catching his attention.
"Yeah?" He replied.
"Do you know where Bucky and Steve went?"
Sam raised an eyebrow, looking over at you from the kitchen. "They went on their mission. Did they not tell you?"
You felt your heart drop at Sam's answer and you looked down at your mug, the coffee and creamer swirling inside. Did they leave you behind because you weren't good enough? Did they think you couldn't keep up with them? "No, they didn't. When did they leave?"
"Around midnight," he answered, walking over to you. "They seriously didn't tell you?"
You shook your head, not looking up at him. "I'm as surprised as you are."
Sam noticed your disappointment and sadness, taking a seat on the couch adjacent to your chair.
"Would you, uh, like to hang out with me 'till they get back? Maybe it'll help take your mind off of them for a bit," he offered, smiling at you.
You looked up, returning the smile. "I'd like that."
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Steve and Bucky's mission lasted about four days, most of it being recon. They were happy to return to the compound, but they were both surprised when you weren't there to greet them. They got cleaned up and changed before heading to the common area, both of them looking for you.
You were in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone as you snacked on an apple. You could feel their eyes on you, but you didn't look up at them. As if on cue, Sam appeared at your side and you turned your attention to him.
"Ready for our run?" He asked, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. You had told him that you didn't want to be around Steve or Bucky for a little bit, just to clear your mind, so he offered to go on a run with you.
"Yep!" You answered, eager to get out of the compound.
You two ignored Steve and Bucky as you left, your chatter and laughter getting farther and farther away.
Bucky looked over at Steve, confused. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, you didn't," Steve quickly reassured him. "I...I don't know what's going on. Maybe it's because we went on the mission alone. You know they wanted to come along."
Bucky sighed. "Yeah, but I didn't want them to get hurt."
Steve walked over and wrapped his arms around Bucky, who instantly relaxed at his touch.
"We'll talk to them when they get back."
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When you did get back, you went straight to your room and continued to ignore them. It went on like that for a few days. You avoided Steve and Bucky the best that you could, only really hanging out with Sam.
Bucky started to overthink things, thinking he really had made the wrong call when he asked for you not to be on the mission. Steve tried his best to reassure him, but he started to overthink things, too.
The worse part was he knew him and Bucky both had feelings for you. He knew he was falling the moment you joined the team, and he watched as Bucky did, too. They couldn't tell if you were just a good friend or if you felt the same way.
But with you avoiding them and hanging out with Sam, they realized you probably didn't. They still wanted to be your friends, so they decided to finally confront you about the entire situation.
They found you in your room. You absentmindedly told them 'come in' when they knocked, but your mood dropped when you saw who was at you door.
"What do you need?" You asked, clearly not wanting to talk to them.
"We need to talk to you," Steve answered, shutting the door behind him and Bucky.
You sighed, sitting up on the edge of your bed. "About what?"
"You've been avoiding us ever since we got back from the mission-"
"Because you didn't let me come along," you cut Steve off.
"So, that's what this is about?" Bucky asked. "I asked for you not to come because I didn't want you to get hurt, just in case."
"Oh..." You sighed your gaze falling to your lap. "Then, I really overreacted."
"What about you and Sam..." Steve trailed off.
"Oh!" You quickly perk up, standing up from your bed to stand in front of them. "No, no, it's not what you think. I don't like him, I like you. Both of you."
Steve and Bucky's eyes widened at your confession, but you just smiled at them, your face heating up.
"And I've felt this way for a while," you added.
Bucky was the first to smile back, Steve quickly doing the same.
"We feel the same way, doll," Steve replied softly.
You let out a relieved sigh at his words before turning your attention to Bucky. "I didn't ask, but how'd the mission go, Buck?"
"It, uh, it went great. The reports went through and I'm officially cleared for duty and all that stuff," he answered.
Your smile widened. "I am so proud of you, Bucky."
You saw the tension and stress leave his body at your words. You took a few steps forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.
"Thank you, doll," he said softly, his arms wrapping around your back and holding you close. He lifted his head and looked over at Steve. "Could you both, um...will you just...hold me? Please?"
Steve smiled and wrapped his arms around you and Bucky. In that moment, with their arms around you, you wished you hadn't ignored and avoided them for so long.
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buckysburdens · 2 months
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go your own way
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pairings: steve rogers x curvy!reader, bucky barnes x curvy!reader, mentioned stucky x reader
warnings: angst. mentioned steve x reader smut but not described. little bit of bucky x reader fluff.
words: 1382
notes: just found this little guy in my docs and added to it some. this was part of what i had originally planned for always before i decided to make it just bucky x reader bc it was getting off track with this side story lol. i hope you like this, thank you in advance for reading. let me know what you think!
also also! new banner and dividers by @shadeysprings. she has design commissions open if you want to get your own made. absolutely recommend! 🩵
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“I shouldn’t have said any of that. I know you care about him. I’m sorry.”
A tense silence began to grow between you two. So much unsaid, but you couldn’t keep this up much longer.
It’d been a long two years without Steve, and these past few months since he’d been back had been difficult to say the least.
“He misses you, ya know. We both do..”
“Sweetheart,” he whispered, his thumb stroking your hand in his before you pulled it away, mindlessly clenching your hand into a fist before you stretched it out, working to get the feeling of his touch off your skin.
“Yeah, I know,” you said a bit harshly before you cleared your throat. “I should grab his bag.”
You moved to go upstairs to get Bucky’s stuff from the room you’d claimed last night, but stopped a little ways up the steps. “I really am sorry, Steve,” you said once more.
He watched you continue up the stairs, leaving him to his thoughts once again. “So am I,” he offered to no one.
-
He hated the animosity between the two of you. Hated how reactive you were to his touch, how easily he could set you off, and not in the way he used to. He wanted things to be different, to go back to the way it was before. But he also knew he wasn’t ready. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt either of you, though he knew he already had.
He thought going away was for the better. You and Bucky were happy, and though you’d talked about all of you coming together, making things official, he couldn’t wrap his head around the idea. It seemed too complicated, and he still had things he needed to work out on his own.
It was only supposed to be a few months away, and he’d promised to stay in touch. But months turned into years and not even five months after he’d gone he had ditched his old phone. No one but Sam and Nat had his new number and they kept it to themselves. He was working, he’d tell himself, trying to make himself feel better, though he knew he could head home anytime he wanted. He checked his email often, but he couldn’t find it in him to respond to you. Eventually, the messages stopped coming... He missed your writings, your updates, your concern, but he couldn’t reach out to you to let you know that.
A few months ago, after a call from Sam, he was on his way back to the states. Back to the compound. Back to you.
Bucky had welcomed him with open arms, but you were, rightfully, cold.
Distant.
He wasn’t used to that coming from you, but he couldn’t say he hadn’t expected it.
It took some time before things felt cordial between you, and a bit longer still before things felt friendly. And then, two weeks ago, he had screwed up.
He knew he wasn’t ready for you, his mind wasn’t in the right place for a relationship, but when he found you in Bucky’s bed, sulking and missing him while he was away with Sam on a mission, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to comfort you.
Talking turned into innocent touching, which turned to cuddling, that led to kissing, and before he knew what he was doing, you were a moaning mess beneath him as he took you apart. Over and over until you’d passed out.
He took care of you then, too. Cleaned you up before tucking you into Bucky’s bed. A part of him wanted to stay, to be there when you woke up, but a stronger part told him to go before he made matters worse.
The next day you met him in the kitchen.
The look on your face when he told you the previous night had been a mistake was one he’d never forget. The look of hurt and shock at his words ate him up inside. But he knew it was for the better. For now.
“It isn’t about you or Bucky, it’s about me. I’m sorry, I am. But I’m not ready to be involved right now. And it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just-”
“I get it, Steve. It’s just, it’s been two and a half years. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to rush you into anything. I know you’ve been dealing with a lot, and I know that’s an understatement, I just… I guess I just missed you,” you admitted quietly.
“I missed you, too.”
“I’m not gonna stand here and pretend I know what you’re going through, because I don’t. But this is hard for us, too. It’s not easy to be around you. To have to stop myself from just coming up to you like I used to. To have to stop myself from being so goddamn angry at you for leaving so easily in the first place, without a word to either of us. Because I am mad. And I’m hurt. And not just for me, for Bucky, too. Because he doesn’t have it in him to be upset at you,” your voice wavers in your emotion, “but he has every damn right to be. I know you’re going through a lot, but you’ve put us through a lot, too. And maybe you’re right, maybe last night was a mistake. But it’s not mine. I don’t regret it. I know how I feel about you. But I also know you’re not ready. So, maybe keeping our distance is for the best right now.”
He took a second, absorbing all of what you said before he agreed. “Yeah,” he nodded solemnly, “we should.”
-
You weren’t sure what you were expecting that night, but his readiness to agree with you was not it. Some part had been hoping he’d fight you on it. Say he didn’t want to keep the distance, that he wanted you, that he was sorry for the way he left, sorry for the hurt he caused the both of you, that he’d pull you into him and say he’d had enough time and he wasn’t scared anymore and he wants to be with you both. Both you got nothing. Nothing but a stupidly sad pout and a nod.
You had blinked at him, and he didn’t have the heart to look back up at you. That was for the better, you’ve since realized, because you’d had to turn away before you let the tears that burned in your eyes slip.
It’d been two weeks, and of course you told Bucky everything as soon as he was settled from his mission. He listened intently, talked everything out with you, held you when you couldn’t help but cry again about it all. Bucky understood. It wasn’t like he was just some ex you could get over. He was Steve.
“I know it hurts,” he had said, “but he’ll have to find his way into this on his own if he really wants to. He says he has things to figure out on his own, then we just gotta let him. He knows we’re here. He’ll come when he’s ready.”
Bucky’s words ring in your ear as you head up to get his stuff from the room. You can hear the water running from his shower downstairs already. You’re beyond glad he’s safe - you know you were a complete disaster worrying about him all night - and you’re so thankful Steve was there for him when you couldn’t be. You just wish more than anything you could be in their combined embrace right now; you know you aren’t the only one who needs it. You can still feel Steve’s touch on your hand as you gather yours and Bucky’s things, and your stomach twists as your heart aches and your thoughts worry. You’re moving fast, bordering on desperate to get back to Bucky - make sure he really is okay, to hold him close and not let him go for the rest of the night, but not fast enough to outrun the thoughts that keep coming back to Steve.
Bucky says he’ll come when he’s ready…What if he decides he’s never gonna be?
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ramp-it-up · 7 months
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(Not Stucky)
Living together in NYC as recipients of the prestigious Stark Fellowship was fun times for you and Bucky (football quarterback), and Steve (captain of the lacrosse team). Work and play was a fever dream for your beautiful and talented group. When the harmless flirting between you and your besties goes further, you find that you have feelings for one, maybe both of your roommates.
What’s a girl to do?
Sugar
Steve and Bucky. You’re caught in the middle but these two friends don’t share, they compete. Who will win? And will it be you?
A game of Truth or Dare is the tipping point.
Sugar, Sugar
You made your choice. But now he’s going 5000 miles away. And you were not consulted. Your other roomie is right there and it’s his birthday.
The competition isn’t over.
Sugar Cubed- Near Future
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stuckysbike · 1 year
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The Queen Who Married Two Kings
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Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve (pre-established Stucky)
Arranged Marriage AU, Fantasy AU, Royalty AU
Rating/Warnings: Over 18's only, there will be dark themes and explicit sexual situations. Reader is Stark born, and they're shitty to her.
I’ve tried not to describe reader at all so you can be whomever you want.
Summary: Betrothed to two Kings, you travel with them to their home where you learn more than you ever thought you would. But how are you to cope with two husbands who want to start a family and secure their place in the world?
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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hellsenthero · 2 years
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Could you do a soft!Dom Bucky and hard!Dom Steve x fem!reader and the reader just got a punishment she didn't deserve from Steve and Bucky comforts the reader and Steve feels bad?? If you don't like it sorry but if you have time could you please😭🙏
Mistaken Punishment 
Written by:hellsenthero
Hard!DomSteve X Fem!Reader X Soft!DomBucky
Warnings/themes: Smut, swearing, safeword use, crying, angst, fluff.
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“I was worried sick about you,” Steve growled as he fucked into you harshly. The pace he set was brutal. Too fast and too harsh for you to have much pleasure from it. But that was the point. He was punishing you. 
“I’m-I’m sorry!” You cried out as he gave a particularly hard thrust. Your hands gripped onto your white bed sheets as he railed into you. Tears streamed down your face as he fucked you. You knew you could say your safe word, that he’d stop as soon as he heard red, but part of you felt that maybe you deserved the punishment. You had told Bucky about going out to the bar late with some of your girlfriends, but apparently, he’d never told Steve before going on his mission and your other boyfriend had sat at home, worried sick over your whereabouts.  
“Did you not think I’d fucking care about where you were at two in the fucking morning?” Steve asked. His hand wrapped itself around the back of your neck and squeezed tightly. “Did you think that I wouldn’t go out of my fucking mind with worry when you didn’t come home after work when Bucky was on a mission?” 
“Steve-” you begged, but the Captain wouldn’t listen. No matter how much you tried to explain your story, he wouldn’t listen. From the change of his thrusts you knew he was coming close to his second orgasm of the night. He’d no doubt come inside you, stilling for only a moment before continuing on, making a further mess between your legs. 
“Are you trying to make me punish you?” Steve spat. 
“No!” You cried out. The pain was growing worse as Steve kept up his rough treatment. You shoved your head into the pillow beneath you, unsure how much longer you could last before screaming out your safe word. “Steve, please, stop! Slow down!” 
“Why?” Steve growled. “Why should I-”
“Red!” You cried out finally. The pain overwhelming you. “Red! Steve, red!”
Steve stopped as soon as the first cry of red came from you. His grip on the back of your neck was gone as he spoke softly to you. 
“Okay, it’s okay baby. I’m sorry, I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” Steve got no answer from you. His lips turned down and his sweat-covered brow furrowed as he realized how far he’d gone. “Y/N?” He tried, but your loud sobs cut him off. The sound of the front door shutting noted him to Bucky being back home. “Want me to clean you up, baby?” Steven asked gently, still not daring to touch you. The only answer Steve got from you was your head shaking from side to side. Despite Steve having stopped, pain still shot through your nerves. You were so overwhelmed that the thought of being touched, even with a warm cloth, was too much. “Do,” Steve hesitated for a moment before going forward with his question. “Do you want me to get Bucky?”
There was a moment of silence before you nodded your head. Steve left the room without another word. A deep, shuddering breath left Y/N as her mind whirled. Even after taking Steve’s punishment, she still didn’t understand why she had been punished. Her boys always told her to tell one of them when she’d be going somewhere, just like Steve would tell either Bucky or her where he’d be going, or Bucky would tell her or Steve where he’d be going. So why, when she had told Bucky and not Steve, was she being punished? Nothing made sense to her and another sob escaped her as the door to their bedroom opened. Y/N didn’t realize anyone else was in the room with her until she felt the cool touch of Bucky’s metal hand on her back. 
“Hey doll,” Bucky said softly. “I’m here, you’re okay, you’re safe.”
“Bu-Bu-Bucky…” You sobbed. 
Bucky hushed you as he crawled into bed next to you. His arms wrapped around you, making you feel safe and warm. “It’s okay Y/N, you’re okay.” Your sobs began to die down as Bucky’s hand-carded gently through your hair. “Are you hurt?” Bucky asked. 
You took a moment to focus on your body. “A little. I’m sore, he…Steve was hard.”
“I know doll, Steve knows he went too hard on you.”
“Why, Bucky?” You asked softly. Bucky’s blue eyes met yours and you saw the worry and confusion in them. “Why did he punish me?”
Bucky’s eyes widened. “He punished you?”
You nodded your head. “He said it’s because I made him worry. That I didn’t tell him I’d be going out tonight after work but-”
“But you told me,” Bucky says softly, almost as though he’s in a daze. The pieces of the puzzle are starting to click into place for him as he’s realized how badly the two of them fucked up. 
“I thought you told him before you got called off for your mission.” You said. 
Bucky shook his head as he shifted on the bed. The comfort of the blanket and pillows became too hot, too suffocating. “I forgot.” Guilt surged through Bucky as he realized your punishment was all his fault. Yes, Steve had gone too far, that was on him, but if it weren’t for Bucky then Steve and you would never have been in that position in the first place. “Oh doll, I’m so sorry.” Bucky groaned. “I’m so sorry, this is my fault, Y/N I’m sorry,” Bucky said as he held you tighter, wishing he could turn back time and tell Steve about your plans for the night. 
“So, I was right?” You asked. “I wasn’t supposed to be punished.”
“Absolutely doll, you were absolutely right. I’m so sorry.” Bucky answered. He knew Steve was just outside the door, listening in, no doubt feeling guilty for his actions. “Did you want to talk to Steve about it? Or do you want to get cleaned up?’
You paused for a moment, thinking. “Talk then clean.”
“Okay,” Bucky answered. “Steve,” he called, not bothering to raise his voice. “You can come in.”
With a slow creak of the door, Steve stepped into the room, his head bowed and shoulders hunched. He stepped up to the edge of the bed but didn’t dare get any closer to you or Bucky. “I’m, I’m so sorry.” Steve rasped. You could tell he was trying to hold back his emotions. “I’m, I fucked up Y/N, I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I would never have punished you if I had known-”
“Steve,” you called. “Look at me.” Steve raised his head and his glassy eyes met your own. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”
Steve nodded along. “It never should have happened.” 
“No,” you agreed, “it shouldn’t have. I think I knew that from the start and so I was already stressed going into…” you trailed off, waving your hand in the air as you searched for the right word. “The scene.” You said finally. “We all fucked up with communication today.” You said as you looked between your boyfriends. “Now we know it’s something we need to focus on.” 
Bucky pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “You’re absolutely right, doll.”
“Do you want Buck to help you get cleaned?” Steve asked, still hesitant as to if you’d welcome his touch so soon after the scene. 
Your lips turned up into a small smile. “I’d like both of you if that’s okay?”
Steve nodded immediately before climbing onto the bed and carefully pushing your sweaty hair out from your eyes. “Of course baby. Whatever you want.”
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renicrusecal · 5 months
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And Another Makes Three
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Any that apply to CAWS
Requested by: BuckyGoddesswolf
Pronouns: They/Them
Extra information: pt 2 here
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Y/N was walking home from work. They'd had a long day and just wanted to sleep, but fate had other plans for them. A commotion on the road above drew the attention of various pedestrians walking under. It sounded like a car crash, until Captain America (in regular clothes) was catapulted off into a bus. It flipped on its side and slid across the road. Cars stopped everywhere and the driver got out to watch. And yet not a single person moved to help. 
Y/N, however, jumped straight into action. They ran onto the bus knowing if there was a fuel leak –which was more than likely– the entire vehicle would go up in flames. How anyone could live with themselves after letting that happen was beyond them. They ushered people out, helping those with mobility issues squeeze through the emergency exit. As they were about to leave too, they turned and saw one more person on board. 
Placing a hand on his shoulder they asked if he  was okay. It turned out it was none other than Captain America. The man that just flew off the bridge straight into that bus. And he was staring right at their arm. Where their soulmarks were. 
He probably thought they were weird. What kind of a person had two soulmarks? 
But then he did what they never expected. He pulled up his own sleeve to reveal his two marks. One like theirs and the other not. However, they didn't have time for introductions as he forced them onto the floor and started running out. Clutching their ears to drown out the noise, they tried to lie as flat as possible. Hundreds of bullets shot through the metal in seconds. As soon as Steve jumped through the back window, everything stopped. Y/N snuck out the emergency exit. With everyone focussing on Steve, it was easy to hide behind each car they passed. 
As they peered through the windows of another car, a masked man approached Steve. A red star adorned his silver arm; the rest of his outfit consisted of black protective gear. Y/N winced each time Steve looked hurt. Despite watching him get launched into a bus, they couldn't help but fear a few punches would be too much. 
A high pitched scream drew them out of their trance. And they weren't the only one. The metal-armed man noticed too. A young child –maybe four or five– had fallen over as it's mother tried to discretely run away from the fight. She was clearly distraught and barely functioning any better than the child. Y/N approached them, using the cars for cover as they moved. They only just managed to usher them away when a shadow overcame them. It was him. Turning to face him incase he attacked (not that they stood a chance against him) they stepped back. Unfortunately, their foot got caught on the pavement and they fell back. Now completely at his mercy, all they could do was watch in fear as he towered over them. 
He stopped. He stood there like a deer caught in headlights. The man stared down at their arm for a moment, then slowly pulled up his own sleeve. Two marks stood out against his skin. One, a golden retriever and the other was their favourite animal. Unlike Y/N and Steve, there was no wolf. Because he was the wolf. 
Both of them stared in shock, until Steve grabbed his collar from behind and flipped him over his shoulder. Speaking of Steve, this man was also his soulmate. How could two enemies be fated to love each other for eternity. 
The man rolled across the tarmac and his mask fell off. It revealed his hard face, clearly aged by both time and hardship. As he looked back at Steve, his eyes were too soft. Like he was remembering something painful but couldn't quite place that memory. They didn't fit this soldier. 
Steve, however, did remember. He mumbled something, possibly the man's name, and couldn't bring himself to fight again. Luckily he didn't have to as a man in a bird costume dropped out of the sky and kicked the man away. 
A black van accelerated through the streets like they weren't full of armed soldiers.Too distracted by Steve's obvious distress, Y/N didn't notice another man dress in the same black uniform approach and apprehend them from behind. He quite roughly restrained them and forced them into the van beside Steve. Across from them sat in injured redheaded woman and the bird man. Steve tried shouting at the guards to let Y/N go; they had been seen together and had an obvious effect on the soldier so now the kidnapping was inevitable. 
Huge metal cuffs surrounded their arms from the wrists almost up to the elbows. 
"He looked right at me like he didn't even know me." They had been right about Steve's expression. He really did know the man and it hurt him deeply. 
"How is that even possible? It was like seventy years ago." Seventy years? Either the bird man (who they now knew as Sam) was wildly incorrect or the man was as old as Steve. 
"Zola. Bucky's whole unit was captured in 43. Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and…" So his name was Bucky. A little odd but it was interesting. Very unique. 
"None of that's your fault, Steve." The redhead called Natasha was on the verge of passing out. Blood continued to pour from her shoulder wound and showed no sign of slowing down. 
"Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky." Y/N didn't know much about Steve –only what they'd read in a museum– but they knew it must have been hard growing up in the depression. 
Sam turned to the two guards, "We need to get a doctor here. If we don't put pressure on that wound she's gonna bleed out here in the truck."
The guard on the left pulled out a baton, which was really just a long taser, but instead of threatening Sam they tasered the guard next to them. Then kicked them in the head so they fell to the floor. 
They pulled off their helmet to reveal a dark haired woman. "That thing was squeezing my brain. Who are these guys?"
♤♡◇♧
Y/N helped Natasha stand in her weakened state so she could get out of the van. Steve helped her down the promptly passed her off to Sam so he could focus on Y/N again. He watched as they took in their surroundings. There was a concrete structure that looked like a damn, but it was hard to tell from that angle. Steve held their hand and pulled them inside. 
The five of them walked through dimly lit corridors, the kind you'd be chased through by a murderer in the movies. Plastic curtains hung at the end, shielding a man in a hospital bed. Y/N stood behind Steve, hoping the man wouldn't see them incase they weren't wanted there. 
"About damn time."
Natasha sat in a chair as she had her wounded patched. The man in the bed listed his injuries and they were surprised he was even alive, let alone talking. 
"Why all the secrecy? Why not just tell us?" Steve asked. 
"The attempt on the directors life had to be successful." What was this man the Director of? From the way they spoke it was likely something not quite legal. Why would they have to fake his death if it was? 
"Can't kill you if you're already dead. Besides, I wasn't sure who to trust." That made some sense but still just brought up more questions. "Now, are you going to tell me who the hell that is behind you?"
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Bucky sat in a chair as an engineer tinkered with his arm. Memories of his fall and capture ran though his head. The blonde man was there when he fell who knows how long ago. His was important. Maybe he was a friend, or maybe he was something else. The other one he had no memory of, but one of their tattoos were identical to his.
He must have gotten too deep in his thoughts as a moment later he punched the engineer across the room. Multiple guns were aimed at him, but they wouldn't shoot. 
Pierce walked into the room, followed by other agents. "Mission report. Missions report. Now." He smacked him across the face when he didn't answer immediately. 
"The man on the bridge, who was he?"
"You met him earlier this week."
"There was someone else," He furrowed his brow, trying to remember every detail about them. "They… they had a mark. One was like mine; the other… wasn't."
His words were disregarded and they forced him back into the chair. A rubber guard was placed in his mouth to protect his teeth and he was forced back into the state of unknown. 
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All five of them gathered around a table covered in all sorts of paperwork and blueprints, both digital and physical. They discussed the plan for infiltrating SHIELD –or Hydra at the moment– and it went right over Y/N's head. In less than a day they had been on an emotional rollercoaster. Not once did they imagine meeting their soulmates like this, them risking losing them so soon. 
Everyone dispersed to prepare, but Steve pulled Y/N aside. "I don't want you to be involved in this," He sighed, "But we need someone to clear away the public. I can't let you or anyone else die unnecessarily."
"I won't let you down, Steve." They knew there wasn't any other choice. 
Anxiety weighed Y/N down as they prepared for the mission. They couldn't even imagine how Steve must have felt. For the sake of him, and everyone else, they pushed that worry aside and followed then through the woods, back to the city. 
Maria had made Y/N look relatively professional with the smartest clothing she could find. They wouldn't be fighting anyone so that attire seemed appropriate, but that didn't stop them from feeling a little underdressed. It was probably just the anxiety though. Steve must have felt the same way as he made everyone wait outside a museum until he came back out in his original Captain America suit. They recognised it from visiting the museum when they first moved there. 
"Did you just rob a museum?" They asked as he came out. 
"It was mine first. And I got you this," He handed them a clipboard which they didn't even notice him holding. "To make it more believable."
Once they reached the Triskelion, Y/N split off from the group. 
"I'm sorry to bother you but there will be an emergency security drill taking place soon, this area needs to be clear for the next few hours. If you could relay this information onto anyone else it would be a big help." They repeated this to anyone they came across, even writing it on their clipboard so they wouldn't forget. 
For a while it was quite and they began to wonder if the consequences of this mission had been exaggerated. But then the helicarriers rose into the air. Anyone still on the river bank promptly left as they realised this wasn't just a test. Y/N could only watch in horror as various other air crafts and parts of the building either exploded or burst into flames, sending rubble raining down across the water. But nothing could have prepared them for all three of the helicarriers shooting at each other. Steve was on one of them, and they wouldn't have been surprised if Bucky was too. 
Watching flaming debris fall into the water below, they could barely muster up any tears they were so shocked. They had waited their whole life for their soulmates and they barely got to know either of them before watching them die. Y/N collapsed onto their knees and stared out across the river. 
Until something caught their eye not far down the bank. Something, or someone, was walking out, dragging something with them. 
They ran down as Bucky heaved Steve onto dry land; they slowed as they realised their sudden appearance might startle him. Stopping a few meters away to give him space they asked, "Bucky, do you remember me?"
"Your marks." Was all he said. 
"Yes!" They may have come across a little to excited, so they lowered they voice slightly. "Yes we share a soulmark. That represents Steve. And I've got yours: the wolf."
They were actually listening to him. In all his time as the Winter Soldier, not one person had truly listened to what he said. Maybe this person really was destined to be with him, to love him. He was meant to trust them, and for once he let himself try. So he listened to them talk and even asked a few questions. They didn't have long though, so there wasn't much he could ask. 
"I know a place. It's been abandoned for as long as I can remember. No body will find us there." Y/N tore a piece of paper off their clipboard and handed it to him. "I will meet you there as soon as I can, there are just a few thing I need to do first."
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Continuous beeping filled Steve's ears as he awoke, it was almost drowned out by the unfamiliar music playing. He squinted at the harsh lights and turned to find Sam sat next to him. "On your left." He voice was hoarse from lack of use. 
"Y/N asked me to give this to you." Sam handed him a slip of paper after a summary of everything that happened. On it was an a dress, clearly written in a hurry. 
♤♡◇♧
"Stand back, Bucky. Admire our hard work." Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to pull him away from his work. 
"I haven't finished the porch yet." Even before Y/N arrived he had been repairing the house. They were thankful for his knowledge, but he didn't know when to stop. 
"Finish it later, you need a break."
"He's not the only one." A familiar voice called out from behind them. 
They both spun around, shocked to see Steve walking up to them. 
A huge smile broke out onto Y/N's face. "You got my message."
Even without the note, Steve would have found them. After the life he had lived, despite only being awake for less the thirty years, he wasn't going to miss out on a quiet life with his soulmates. If he had to he would have sniffed them out like some kind of hunting dog. 
It was funny how both of their favourite animals represented them well. Both were fiercely protective and loyal, never leaving a member of the pack behind. Steve was just a ray of sunshine and Bucky was misunderstood but an absolute sweetheart once you got to know him. 
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biteofcherry · 2 months
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Soaked
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Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers; Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
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summary: After dinner, Bucky and Steve take you home for some dessert entertainment...
warnings: smut; consensual; D/s undertones; power imbalance; orgasm denial; a small dose of degradation
This is a follow-up to Drip.
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Even if most of your fantasies included that view, you didn’t expect the dinner Bucky and Steve took you out on would end in their bedroom, with the two of them making out in all their naked glory. 
Yes, a part of you hoped for more, since they left you empty and needy. 
But you didn’t imagine yourself tied to the metal canopy, while the two super soldiers gave you a first row show. 
They made you undress them first; tending to each of them like a servant to her masters. Their mouths teased your skin when they urged you to take off your own clothes, mocking the way your fingers trembled. 
When Bucky led you to the bed, your heart and stomach were doing all sorts of somersaults in anticipation. Then everything froze for a long second, only to awaken in much stronger visceral reaction as he stretched your arms up and out in a V-shape and bound your wrists to the sturdy canopy. 
Steve’s hand slipped down your spine, over your ass and between your legs; he cupped your wet pussy and hummed in satisfaction. 
Then left you desperate. 
You became a passive audience to the beauty and hotness displayed in front of you as both men climbed onto the bed and touched each other. Each kiss they shared, each moan they drew from the other one, increased your frustration. Not only you weren’t allowed to join, to at least give them pleasure like you had in the showers, but you couldn’t chase your own release. 
You drank in all the details - how Steve liked to take the lead even when kissing Bucky senseless; the way Bucky didn’t hesitate to use his metal arm when gripping Steve; that Bucky tended to pull from a kiss tugging his partner’s bottom lip between his teeth; or how Steve’s eyes closed briefly when Bucky’s fingers combed through his hair. 
And they were a stunning sight. 
Masterpieces.
Heavy mass sculpted so perfectly. Not the contour of their abs, though it was impressive, but the slopes of their shoulders and asses, the soft lines of their faces contrasting with sharp jawlines. 
Steve’s hands explored all over Bucky’s body, while the Soldier’s hands kept mostly groping Steve’s ass and pulling him closer. 
When Bucky slid one of his hands between their bodies and squeezed their cocks together, you couldn’t help the whimper that fell out of your mouth.
Nor the way your empty pussy clenched in longing.  
“Aww,” Bucky chuckled, glancing your way. “I think our little worshiper is enjoying the show.” 
Steve angled his head, so that he could see your strung up body. He licked a broad stripe up Bucky’s neck, all the while maintaining eye contact with you. 
“I guess we ought to make sure her attention stays where it’s supposed to,” he finally said, slowly pulling away from Bucky, “and not on that small, pulsing clit she’s trying to relieve by rubbing her thighs together.”
His sharp gaze flicked to where you were squeezing your legs together, searching for any sense of friction. Under his scrutiny and low warning in his tone your clit throbbed harder, your nipples stiffened into aching points. 
They moved. Steve got off the bed and Bucky crawled towards you across the mattress. Their predatory attention roused your body further, quickening your breath as your gaze flicked from one to the other, your thoughts racing with ideas of what torment they may have in store for you. 
Bucky’s breath tickled your belly as he leaned in really close. His lips ghosted over your skin, moving upwards to your breasts. He flicked one of your nipples with the tip of his tongue, laughing softly when your whole body seized at the slightest contact. 
He distracted you enough that you forgot about Steve’s potentially evil plan. Until he knelt back on the bed and slipped a hand under one of your knees. 
Steve pulled your leg up, so your foot rested on the mattress, then angled it to the side. With a belt, which he had to retrieve from the floor or one of their closets, he bound your ankle to the metal pole of the bed frame. Exposing your soaked folds and depriving your swollen nub from any stimulation other than mere gust of air. 
“You’re such a pretty sight, starburst.” Steve praised, as he moved to kneel behind Bucky.
Both of them studied you like a magnificent piece of art - panting, desperate, helpless piece of art. 
“She really is,” Bucky agreed, leaning his head against Steve’s shoulder. “We should keep her like that, Steve.” 
Bucky arched slightly when Steve’s hands ran along his thighs. One moving up and splaying on Bucky’s belly, while the other fisted his cock. 
“Displayed for our pleasure,” Bucky’s voice turned breathless as Steve’s fingers tightened their grip and began stroking him faster. 
“Looking beautiful and hungry for any stimulation. Eager for our cum anywhere.” His hips rocked in rhythm with Steve’s pace; his own arm thrown around Steve’s neck, while his metal fingers dug into Steve’s thigh. 
“On her tits, her face. In her sweet mouth. In her tight holes.”
“Fuck!” You couldn’t help the desperate cry. 
You yanked on your bonds, but there was no way for you to get out of them. You couldn’t join the two men on the bed, feel their warmth or their touch, which you craved so deeply. Couldn’t even serve them, be good for them and earn praise for your devotion. 
“Not yet, pet,” came Steve’s amused response. “Not for you, anyway. But you can enjoy the view of Bucky getting fucked.” 
Bucky’s moan of agreement isn’t as enthusiastic as yours. 
You never knew it can physically hurt to be so aroused, but your nipples ache as you watch Steve roll on a condom. Your walls flutter when he rubs lube between Bucky’s asscheks and stretches him on two fingers at first. 
You’ve had half of Steve’s cock in your mouth before, unable to take the whole thing - neither could Bucky’s - and the thought of it stretching your other holes made you tremble both in fear and excitement. As he prepared Bucky, who was used to taking it after all, the pleasure written on the brunette’s face deepened your yearning. 
Your hips jerked uncontrollably when Steve finally slid inside Bucky and their hips met as he bottomed out. Their combined groans had you dripping down your thigh. 
And when you heard their whispered, almost broken I love you, your own heart sobbed in longing for the connection and devotion they shared.
Their pace was slow at first, building up the tension. You imagined them taking the time with you when they stretched you on their cocks, patiently allowing your unused holes to adjust, before they fucked you senseless. 
Then the tempo quickened, Bucky’s ass bouncing up and down to meet Steve’s hard thrusts. One of Steve’s hands slid down Bucky’s abdomen, fingers slowly encircling his girth. Bucky’s own fingers clasped over Steve’s and they both started rubbing his length in practiced rhythm. 
You wanted to be a part of it so much! Touch them in reverence; jerk Bucky off or have him in your mouth while Steve fucked him; taste their lips and rub yourself all over them. But you could only watch and drip for them. 
“ ‘M gonna cum, babe,” Bucky groaned, squeezing his fingers tighter over Steve. 
Steve’s responding growl was almost as desperate, betraying how close to completion he was himself. They shared a messy kiss, with Bucky’s head angled to the side. 
Seconds before Bucky came with a short shout, Steve’s gaze flicked up to you. You stared into his blue irises, your own lips parted on heavy breaths, as he reached his own peak in a few hard thrusts. And though you weren’t touching them, nor feeling their warmth, you felt intimately connected. 
Suddenly, it dawned on you, that you’ve been a part of that intimacy all along. 
It gave you a sense of satisfaction unlike orgasm (though you still craved that, too). 
Your head lolled to the side, resting against one of your outstretched arms as you watched a blissed out smile stretch on Bucky’s lips. Steve kissed his shoulder sweetly before detangling from him. 
Through half-closed eyelids you followed Steve’s moves as he got out of bed and got rid of the soiled condom. Your attention piqued anew when his steps redirected your way. 
“Come on, starburst,” Steve quickly untied you from the frame, keeping one of his arms gently wrapped around your middle to steady your wobbly body. 
“Clean Bucky up,” he helped you get onto the bed, his hands staying on your hips as he added- “and I’ll clean you.” 
You weren’t sure if it was the prospect of Steve’s tongue on you, or your eagerness to get a taste of Bucky, but a pitiful keen bubbled out on your lips. Steve’s thumbs ran soothing circles on your hips, Bucky cupped the side of your face. 
“You’re doing so good, little worshiper,” Bucky smiled softly at you. “Now serve properly.” 
He pulled your face toward his middle where splashes of cum glistened on his skin. You wetted your lips before leaning in and kissing the tip of his softening cock with a reverence worthy of a true worshiper. Then you licked one of the strips of thick cum running down Bucky’s abdomen. 
The next stroke of your tongue turned messy, breaking on a loud gasp as you felt Steve’s tongue licking up the inside of your thigh. 
You took a shaky breath, trying to focus again on your task and the feel of Bucky’s fingers caressing your head. It was proving rather hard with Steve’s mouth reaching your cunt.
“Oh, she’s soaked.” Steve sounded most delighted with the discovery. 
When he pulled your thighs further apart and kissed your puffy folds in the dirtiest, hottest kiss you’ve ever experienced, you fell forward. 
Your cheek pressed into Bucky’s belly, your hands gripping his thighs so tightly you almost broke his skin with your fingernails. 
“How does she taste?” You barely heard Bucky’s voice over the rush of blood pounding in your head. 
You moaned as Steve dipped his tongue between your folds and over your clit. A whine followed when he pulled away. You felt their bodies shift slightly and then a hum of muffled moans coming from above you. 
When you tilted your head up, you saw Bucky and Steve kissing, sharing your taste. 
“Delicious.” Bucky grinned then looked down at you. 
He gripped the back of your head and lightly jerked his hips.
“Even worshipers tasting like a perfectly sweet-and-tart dessert have to remain dutiful, starburst. Get back to your task.” 
You returned to kissing and licking him clean eagerly. It brought you tingling pleasure, especially when you managed to draw out little groans from Bucky. Part of your motivation was driven by the return of Steve’s mouth on you, as well. 
To your great dismay, however, he’s done his task so strategically perfectly that he drove you to near climax, but stopped before you could reach it. Leaving you actually clean, but maddeningly frustrated. 
When they deemed you’ve done well enough work on Bucky, they helped you up into a sitting position. Your side rested against Steve, while Bucky plopped down in front of you.
“We’d love for you to stay for the night with us.” Bucky invited, patting the soft covers. 
Your gaze flicked from him to Steve. Your clit was still throbbing and if one of them just slipped a finger between your folds, or perhaps a thigh between your legs that you could grind on…
“To sleep, starburst,” Steve laughed softly.
“If you’d rather go home, I’ll walk you to your apartment.” He took your chin between his thumb and forefinger- “But you’re not allowed to cum, anyway.” 
“Whether you’re in your own bed, or squeezed between us here, your orgasms belong to us,” Bucky smirked. 
You frowned. Couldn’t stop the pout from forming on your lips, either. They’ve been holding you on edge for so long, denying you the peak of satisfaction.
At the same time, what they’ve given you has brought you sensations you’ve never focused on before. And servicing them was a pleasure and kind of completion itself, though you never considered it could feel like this. 
“Poor thing,” Bucky propped his head on his hand, his smirk turning into a grin. “She fears we’ll never let her cum.”
“Ridiculous thought.” Steve flashed you an equally evil grin. “She’s so good for us and good little worshipers get rewarded. Eventually.”  
“So-” Bucky rolled onto his back and wiggled up the mattress, until his head rested on a pillow. He pulled up the corner of the covers and slid beneath it. “You want to stay the night, or get back to your place?” He asked, keeping the covers up in invitation. 
You huffed and sagged a little. You did notice how Steve welcomed more of your weight resting against him, his mischievous grin softening into a fond smile. 
“I’d like to stay,” you grumbled, glaring at them when they laughed at your petulant tone. 
Sexual frustration still kept you on edge as you settled next to Bucky, spiking higher when Steve pressed against your other side. But it slowly melted into a sense of comfort and safety the more minutes passed with you cocooned in their warmth.
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Prelude to a Kiss
Pairings: Camboy!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Camboy!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: A chance encounter with two handsome men at a bookstore brings some much needed excitement to your normal routine. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: F/lirting, slight insecurity if you squint, slight feels (it's me), pet name, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers being both gentlemen and menaces (they're warnings, okay?). A/N: Welcome to my Showtime AU! Excited to share my first "actual" Stucky x Reader AU and for our reader to come into her own. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby ​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Thanks to @sgt-seabass, @rookthorne, and @targaryenvampireslayer for letting me scream about this introduction. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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It was a normal afternoon when you went into the bookstore, the familiar quiet greeting you as the door shut. You ventured into the shop every couple of weeks to find new books to read. The man behind the desk didn't bother to lift his head long enough from his phone to greet you. You would think after your first few visits he'd at least offer you a smile or suggestion, but he never did. You were used to guys not giving you much attention.
Too ordinary to stand out, I guess.
No, you wouldn't think of yourself that way. Just because most guys tended to gravitate toward your friends instead of you didn't mean anything was wrong with you. The right person would come along and take notice.
"I am a catch," you whispered to yourself as you walked through the shelves.
And a bit lonely.
Your phone dinged before you could dwell on that thought, smiling as your best friend's name popped up. It faded quickly when you read her message. The two of you had a dinner date, but the new guy she was seeing had tickets to some show. You understood. You really did.
Except you were the friend who always seemed to get ditched when a guy came along.
"Have fun!" you sent back. "We'll catch up later."
At least you could get a jump start on a new book and curl up on the couch for the evening. Like you did most nights. Lather, rinse, repeat. When did your life become so monotonous?
"Romance it is," you mumbled as you reached for a blue book on the shelf.
You turned it over to read the blurb on the back, a small smile on your face as you walked down the aisle. From the simpering heroines to feisty protagonists, you enjoyed immersing yourself in the emotions that poured from the pages as the heroes fought to get their girls. Confident, broody, flirty, alluring, you loved them all and wondered if such men you read about existed.
"Oh!"
For a second, you thought you walked into one of the shelves before you realized you bumped into a person. A very large person who didn't budge, even as a couple of books fell to the ground. You dropped to the floor immediately to retrieve them. Why hadn't you been paying attention?
"Oh, my god. I'm so sorry," you said as the guy crouched down to help.
"Nothing to be sorry about," he said, his velvety voice making you lift your head.
In front of you was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. Long, brown hair, close to his shoulders, framed his face and your mouth went dry as you found yourself staring into his bright blue eyes. You couldn't help but notice the smile on his face as he offered you his hand and effortlessly pulled you to your feet, your cheeks hot as he steadied you. He took up more than half the aisle with his muscular frame and you knew then that a god existed among men.
Like he stepped right out of one of these novels.
"I-I'm sorry," you said again, your gaze going to his hands as he fixed the stack of books he was carrying. "I should've been paying attention to where I was going."
"It's okay," he smiled, looking you up and down with a slow and steady gaze. "You can bump into me again if you want. I don't mind."
You nearly dropped the book in your own hand as you stepped back, his smile shifting to a smirk. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was flirting with you. That couldn't be the case though.
"Oh, you are fucking adorable," he said in a low voice, quickly looking behind him. "Stevie, get over here. Found something special."
"What did you find?" The deep timbre that rang out made your knees weak.
You let out a shaky breath when an Adonis walked around the corner. Just as large as the brunette, but with shorter blonde hair, a smile didn't reach his brilliant blue eyes as he strode over. Instead of light scruff like the man you bumped into, he donned a trimmed beard. He had to shift just to fit beside his friend and you nearly shrank under his gaze. You tried not to openly gape, not knowing which one of them to concentrate on.
So, two gods among men. Like something out of a wet dream. Do I look at the veins in their arms? Do I stare at their chests? How do they even fit in their shirts? Did they purposely choose something that matched their eyes?
The brunette smirked again and gave a single nod toward you. "This precious gem here bumped into me."
You nearly melted to the floor as heat rushed to your face again. The pet name had your head spinning. Or maybe it was the intoxicating scent of their cologne. "It was an accident and I apologized."
The blonde softly smiled at that, but his eyes held a spark of mischief. "I'm sure it was, but I know Buck is not sorry that you bumped into him."
"Not sorry at all," he confirmed.
You shifted your weight and wondered if the bookstore was always so hot or if it was just them. Your skin heated up more under your clothes and your heart beat faster under their attention. Part of you wished you had a bottle of water to dump over your head and cool off. You didn't even want to think about being sandwiched between them because your legs would likely give out.
"Buck and Stevie?" you asked.
"That's what we call each other. I'm Bucky and that's Steve," the brunette smiled, nodding to the blonde. "Can call us Sarge and Cap if you want."
You couldn't put your finger on it, but something about them seemed familiar. Like you had either seen them somewhere or heard of them in passing, but that couldn't be the case. No, you would have remembered them.
Men like them were unforgettable.
"It's nice to meet you," Steve said, giving you an expectant look.
You told them your name after a second and you hoped you didn't look weird when you blinked a few times. You were trying to make sure you were awake and not dreaming. Because who bumped into two gorgeous men like this in a bookstore? That wasn't your life.
Except, today, it was.
“I really should have been looking where I was going. I mean, you're not hard to miss," you said, doing your best not to ogle at Bucky. "Neither of you are. I mean that in a good way."
"You aren't hard to miss either. I also mean that in a good way," Bucky smiled.
"I agree," Steve said, his eyes sweeping over you before you glanced at yourself.
You wondered what they saw exactly. It wasn't that you looked bad. You always left your place with confidence in your appearance. You just weren't used to most guys looking anymore.
Or maybe, just maybe, some are and I'm the one who isn't paying attention.
Bucky gently pried the book from your hand, his fingers lingering against yours. "And I'd like to pay for that."
"Oh, no. You don't have to," you argued as he added the book to his pile.
You noticed then that he held a couple of science books while Steve had novels on art. It intrigued you as both were fascinating subjects in their own way. You had a feeling both of them were the same way: captivating, wondrous, and deep.
"I want to."
"A gentleman would ask to get her a drink, too," Steve teased.
"I don't know if I'm a gentleman," Bucky mused as he looked at you. "But I would also like you to have a drink with us. Then I'll accept your apology."
What would the sassy heroine say in this situation?
"I-" you almost sputtered.
Not that.
"Now you're just being mean, Buck. It was an accident and she apologized," Steve chastised, but he smiled at you.
"I'm not," Bucky swore, clutching his chest with one hand. "Hurts right here where you bumped me. A drink with you would make us both feel all better."
Steve regarded you carefully. "Unless you have a boyfriend you need to get back to. Or girlfriend."
You couldn't help licking your lips, not knowing just how enticing the gesture was. It was dizzying to be on the receiving end of their stares again, yet you couldn't tear your eyes away as you looked between them. Was it wrong to enjoy the attention these strangers were giving you?
"No, I'm not seeing anyone," you said.
And no rings on their fingers, but no way can they be single.
Instead of turning to walk the other way, Bucky moved forward and bent his head. "Lucky us," he whispered against your ear before he brushed past you. "Mmm. You smell sweet. Like flowers," he added over his shoulder.
You bit back a whine before Steve gave you an assuring smile. You admitted to yourself earlier that you were lonely. Had you sent out some sort of vibe to the universe to get them to talk to you? Or did you manifest them into existence?
"I hope we aren't making you uncomfortable. Buck can come on a little strong when he sees something he wants," Steve said as he gently put a hand on your back to guide you. "Though I can't say I blame him in this case."
“No, it’s okay. He seems nice," you said, smiling to yourself at the compliment. "Even if he needs a drink to accept an apology.”
Steve's chuckle had you shivering as you made your way to the front of the store. "A drink he plans to pay for along with your book," he said, adding his small stack to the pile on the desk.
Standing behind them was a mistake as your gaze went right to their asses. You wondered if your friends would believe you if you told them about the two perfect specimens who could be models if they wanted to. Maybe they were since you had no clue what they did.
Stop staring. Don't think about grabbing their asses. Did they paint their jeans on? God, I need to get laid.
As if Bucky knew you were looking, he glanced over his shoulder and winked. You averted your gaze after that. He was clearly the more playful of the two, but something in his eyes told you he was a man you should take seriously. And Steve? You didn't ever want to be on the receiving end of upsetting or disappointing him.
Not like I'll ever find out. They're not actually taking me for a drink. They'll go their way and I'll go mine.
Bucky thanked the cashier before he turned and handed you your book with a card on top. "Stevie and I are gonna grab a drink at The Howling Commandos in a half hour if you wanna join us. It's just around the corner," he explained as you moved away from the counter. "If not, there are our numbers if you ever wanna chat. Just spare me the heartache and wait 'til we leave before you throw it out."
You curiously ran a finger over the card. It had both Bucky and Steve's names on them, but no business listed. It intrigued you even more now.
Who are you two?
"Thank you for buying my book. You really didn't have to do that," you said, touched that he was kind enough to do that. "And I'm not going to throw your card out."
No one in their right mind would do something like that.
"Thank you. I would've had to listen to him whine all night," Steve said, nudging his friend.
"Not all night. Most of it," Bucky teased. "And it was nothing. Does that mean you'll join us for a drink?" he added, his tone casual, but his gaze hopeful.
I would let you both devour me and I wouldn't object.
"You're really asking me?"
"Yeah, we are," Steve answered, his gaze almost as soft as Bucky's.
You wondered if it was a good idea. As charming as they were, you didn't know them. They didn't give you bad vibes though or the impression that they were playing a prank. Your gut told you to take a chance. Because your couch and books would always be there, but how many opportunities like this would you get?
Maybe they see that I'm a catch. And if it's just a drink and nothing more, it's nice to make new friends.
"I'll join you," you replied, your heart racing when they both smiled. It gave you the boost of confidence to flirt back a little. "If only to spare your feelings."
Both of their eyebrows shot up when you giggled and you took great pleasure in them laughing with you, like the three of you were sharing a private joke.
"Careful, little gem," Bucky smiled as he held the door open for you. "You might just make us fall in love."
"Might?" Steve smiled as they headed out, too. "Oh, I'm looking forward to it."
You managed not to stumble onto the sidewalk at their words. They were just being charming. It had to be. God, they were lethal.
How am I going to survive having drinks with them if they keep flirting like that?
"See you in thirty minutes," you said as you regained your composure.
"Don't be late."
"Otherwise Steve will have to punish you," Bucky winked before they turned and walked away, leaving you awestruck where you stood.
Welp. There go my panties.
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Buck's Eleven
Title: Buck's Eleven Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Bucky and Steve with mentions of Bucky x ex!wife Reader Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: Going into a job this big, you have to take the house or know the house will hunt you down and swallow you into its belly. Vegas is unforgiving. Good thing they're the best at what they do.
Content/Concept Warnings: Thief/Con Artist AU, smoking, 1960s elements, references to sexual acts
Notes: CONQUERING FOUR EVENTS/CHALLENGES, which is my crowning moment this summer:
@buckybarnesevents WEEK FIVE of Hot Bucky Summer: "When I First Met You..."
Sixth square of @buckybarnesbingo U4: "AU: Historical"Playing Games"
Featuring Lemonade and a Road trip for @the-slumberparty's June Challenge
AND MY FOURTH AND FINAL SQUARE for Connect4 Alternate June-iverse: C4 "Thief/Con Artist" (and including an Alpine sighting so I can collect my TOE BEANS)
This is an MCU homage to Ocean's Eleven drawing direct inspiration from the 1960 and 2001 films. The 2001 has been one of my favorite heist movies since it came out, and I had never seen the 1960s original until this week, but once I started watching it, my jaw dropped with excitement over how ripe it was to adapt for a Bucky (and Steve) AU because in the original, it's 15 years after WWII and the crew is a reassembled group of guys who were in the army together!
I borrowed some dialogue beats directly from the 2001 film, and those are in bold italics.
Story graphic by me, story dividers by @firefly-graphics, reblog graphic by @vase-of-lilies
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“Good morning.”
“Good morning.” Bucky takes a seat in the chair across from the penitentiary’s release board and settles his hands casually in his lap.
The man in the center taps his cigarette in the ash tray before returning it to his lips. “Please state your name for the record.”
“James Buchanan Barnes.”
“Thank you. Mr. Barnes, you’re meeting with this board today to answer a few questions so we can determine whether or not you intend to break the law again.”
Bucky nods. Contrition. Congeniality. A touch of charisma, but nothing too memorable. That’s what he must serve up.
“This is your first conviction, but you have been implicated in a long list of other cases for confidence schemes and frauds. Is this a fair and accurate record?”
Bucky glances at the doll off to the side at a small table of her own, clicking away impressively at a typewriter.
“I expect your records to be nothing but accurate, though – as you said – I’ve been implicated but never charged.”
“Mr. Barnes, what we’re trying to find out is: was there a reason you committed this crime, or was there simply a reason you got caught this time?”
“My wife left me. I was upset. I fell into a self-destructive pattern.”
Exactly what he knows they would like to hear.
“If released, is it likely you would fall into a similar pattern?”
Bucky cocks his head almost imperceptibly. “She already left me once; I don’t think she’d do it again just for kicks.”
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“Fellas, you know I’d do almost anything for ya, but not… not this,” Banner looks between them, rubbing the back of his neck.
Steve smiles warmly, the smile he knows tricks his friends and his marks into whatever he needs. “Why waste all the little tricks that the army taught us just because it’s sort of peaceful now?”
The din of the night club around them – games of cards, dames performing on stage, drinks being served up all around – gives them all the privacy they need to hold a sensitive conversation around the table, just the three of them.
“We’re trained men,” Bucky adds.
“I know. I know you are, and we always did good work.”
“Better with you on the crew, you keep us careful.”
“You remember a little operation called Stacks back on the Sokovian front?” Steve asks.
“Do I! Eleven of us in and out under the cloaking of the trees at night with more Axis piles of cash than was decent for either side to have stockpiled away.”
“We should have buried it,” Bucky says.
“Speaking of money, you’re going to need an enormous amount of backing to pull this off in Vegas. The city’s not a sleepy little town tucked away near the mountains and off the grid of the main occupation, it’s got a million neon lights glowing on it every night.”
“Fury, easy.”
“None of us are gonna be as easy as you think. You’ll need the best electrician around, and Tony’s out.”
“Got religion?” Bucky asks.
“Naw, he and Pepper have got a kid now.”
Bucky looks to Steve, but he seems unconcerned. “Morgan – she’s cute.” Steve looks back to Banner. “I think he’ll do it.”
Banner shakes his head, but grins. “Pepper’s already unhappy he’s back in the game on the fluffy jobs, but if you think you can convince him… You get Fury and you get Tony, I’ll play ball with you.”
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“You can’t do it. It’s impossible. I made it impossible. I invented casino security. When I first met you boys, you were bright young cocky upstarts. Now you’re bright and cocky – and just lucky that most of the time you’re not too cocky. Now I like you boys, but it can’t be done.”
“You know what? You’re probably right.”
“Eyes were too big for our stomachs.”
“You would know better than anyone.”
“Sure, sure. I just don’t want to see you boys behind bars, especially since you’re fresh out, Barnes.”
“Well, we appreciate the lemonade all the same,” Steve says, setting down his now empty glass.
“It’s hand pressed every morning down at the river market.”
“And thank you for taking care of Alpine while I was away,” Bucky scratches the the head of his white cat, who hasn’t stopped purring since being reunited. He scoops her up to his chest, and he and Steve stand to leave.
“It was good to see you, Nick,” Steve says.
“Give Maria your addresses on the way out, she’s got me a good source on Cuban cigars, I’ll send each of you a box.”
Bucky nods. “That’s sure nice of you.”
They turn and start to walk across the terrace toward the patio doors.
Fury looks after them. He sighs. “Tell me the marks.”
They slowly turn back, appearing to casually answer, but knowing this will bring him in.
“The… Sahara–“
“–Sahara, the Riviera, and the Dunes,” Bucky finishes.
“Hold on.” Fury stands. “Those are Pierce’s places. What do you two got against Pierce?”
“Pierce is the king on top of the mountain right now, nothing more than that.”
“I still owe him for how he got me with Project Insight,” Steve adds, “but I could get him back some other way. The golden opportunity to knock over his casinos on the fight night of the year, Thor vs. Starlord in a few weeks? That’s just destiny giving me the gift to make it sweeter that it’ll be his money.”
“And, Rogers, you’re okay with this knowing full well who the dame rumored to be attached to his son’s arm?”
“Yep,” Steve says without hesitation. “It’s not about her. Pierce is the king on the top of the mountain right now, we just want to topple him over. I still owe him for Project Insight. Besides, Buck’s not stupid enough to make this about a dame who divorced him, and like you said it’s only a rumor that she’s his doll.”
Fury turns his stare to Bucky. He shrugs. “She’s made it pretty clear with the divorce papers.”
He studies him for a moment, then seems satisfied.
“And you’re just going to go on your little road trip across the country recruiting your team?”
“Who doesn’t love a summer road trip?” Bucky asks, a full grin on his face.
“Sam’s already in Sin City, picked out a nice house for us to set up and lay low in Henderson.”
“Henderson’s nice and sleepy. Banner will be there by the end of the week, and we just came from seeing Tony.”
“You should swing through Salt Lake City, look in on the Maximov Twins, they’re pulling off some impressive stuff among the locals there.”
“I’ll put them on the list.”
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Steve leans up against the side of the convertible while Bucky starts to pump the gas.
“Sam’s not eager about the kid.”
“I know he’s not,” Bucky smirks. “But he’s our grease man. There’s a reason they’re calling him the Spider Boy Wonder now. Besides, he was a kid before I went in, it’s been four years, he’s not a kid anymore.”
“He’s impressive.”
Steve lets silence fall for a beat.
“Tell me it’s not about her. Tell me you are not stupid enough to make this about her.”
Frankly Bucky is shocked and impressed that it took Steve thirty minutes to press him about you now that he knows.
“It’s not about her, it’s about five million cool a piece.”
Steve looks dubious. “Because when we say ‘till the end of the line…’”
“It’s not about her, she just happens to be there, but I’m not ignoring that fact – we’re just going to use it to our advantage because she’ll be a blind spot for him.”
“Because she was a blind spot for you?”
“No, she was never that.” She was fireworks, electricity, what kept him sharp when he was on his game, before he got caught and sulked behind bars.
Steve sighs and his face softens. “I know. Just promise me we don’t do anything stupid.”
"No, nothing stupid. Too much riding on this. Heist of our lives."
As they pulled out onto the street, car aimed for the interstate, Bucky wouldn't spend the duration of the road trip thinking about you, but you would cross his mind frequently, as you always had.
With the miles ahead of them, the memories of you could distract him in peace. Thoughts of when he first met you. Thoughts of sneaking into rooftop parties and pools at places like Fury’s like you two had done when you were both too broke to get in any other way. Thoughts of his hand disappearing under your skirt and up to tease the delicious heat between your thighs. Thoughts of your head falling back and exposing your throat to him. Thoughts of your head falling forward to rest against his. Thoughts of you gasping beneath him as he thrust inside you. Thoughts of you wrapped up in his arms, leaning against his chest as you watched the sun set on your little balcony of that third-floor apartment in the city. Thoughts of the soft mornings and late nights in the bed you had shared together until you didn’t. Thoughts he fights both to hold onto and forget.
But you were unforgettable. You were his. You had to be his again. He's waited for just the right angle to set you in his sights again, and he knows he can get you as sure as he knows they will walk away with over fifty million and without a trace.
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The Fate Of A Fae - Part 1
Marvel AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers
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Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.
“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton
Chapter Summary: Someone needs to say sorry but do you have the time or temperament for it?
Another night of tossing and turning. Another night of fruitless sleep.
And now some arsehole was calling you at 6.37am in the morning, your phone vibrating across your bedside table.
'Darcy calling' displayed across the screen.
There was no way this was Darcy calling. You had rules, mostly for your friends safety.
Don’t call before 9am. If you do it better be an emergency. Or to get mimosas.
The buzz stopped and you looked at the screen with one eye open waiting for a text that read 911 or pick up bitch.
It didn’t come but the phone rang again and then you remembered. Darcy was with Natasha and Natasha was like a dog with a bone.
You waited for the ringing to end and sent a text.
Y/N: Natasha give Darcy her phone back.
Natasha: She’s sleeping.
Y/N: Then go the fuck to sleep.
Natasha: Can we talk?
Y/N: No.
Natasha: Please?
You ignored her but another message was quick to come through.
Natasha: Please y/n. I owe you can apology.
Y/N: You already said sorry.
Natasha: Yeah and you told me to shove it up my ass.
Y/N: That instruction still stands by the way.
Natasha: Please.
Y/N: No.
Natasha: Please y/n. Darcy’s pissed at me.
Y/N: That’s because you lied. That’s not my fault.
Natasha: I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Or Darcy. I just thought it would be easier if you met him.
Y/N: How Natasha? How would it be fucking easier to meet him? To meet one of them? You completely betrayed my trust. I turn up at your place only for him to stroll in minutes later and don’t start with the it was a coincidence bullshit again. He came with flowers. My favourite flowers. You schemed the whole thing. You’ve said sorry. I’d don’t want to talk about it or to you again.
Natasha: Please y/n. If you’re Bucky’s soulmate you know what this means. He won’t let it go.
Y/N: Natasha?
Natasha: Yeah?
Y/N: Go the fuck to sleep.
And with that you turned your phone off.
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