#dark!stucky x black!reader

[aglassoforangejuiceee]

Old Skool #2

Summary: steve introduces bucky to a girl he’s sure they’ll both like

Warnings: dark themes, non-con/dub-con elements, mentions of drug use, reader deals/struggles with mental health, dealings with trauma, single parenthood, single mother reader (has a genius 4 year old), slow burn (kinda), blackmail, stockholm syndrome, angst, more tags to be added…

(2) Tell Me Something I Don’t Know

“Bucky?” the concern could be heard for miles, the sharp clap of a car door meeting its seal. You look to your left, surprised to see Steve looking around the damaged vehicle.

“In here,” you shudder at the feel of eyes on you. You force yourself to brush it off as you walk away from the sergeant. “Uh, hi Steve.” you naw on your bottom lip, anxiously teetering on your toes as you meet him just past the garage opening.

His blue eyes soften as he looks at you, pale cheeks reddening in embarrassment. The earlier anger you saw when he walked up shocked you, reminding you of the last class. His going to say something, but the other man speaks. “Thanks for answering my text, glad to know you’d still pick me up.”

The ire in James tone has you turning. You look between the two super soldiers. The tension palpable between the two. “We’re not doing this here,” The whisper spoken so personally, it felt like you were intruding.

“Mommy?” You face is pinched as you turn to your daughter. She’s eyeing you skeptically, and you honestly return a look of confusion. You’re by her side within a moment, shaken that there were witnesses to your swiftness.

“Hey baby, I need you to go to your room, go get your blueberry. wait for me.” The secret was conveyed perfectly. You watch her, you pay close attention to her eyes.

You kiss her on the top of her head. The tiny hairs on your back raise sharply. It’s too quiet as you watch her disappear down the hall, but you know they’re there, watching.

When you turn to face them your muscles are taught. You vision sharpens as you pay close attention to them both. “I’m not going to pretend like this was some accident,” You roll your shoulders, “So what do you want?”

“Y/n,” Steve starts, eyes startled, alarmed in a way that makes you watch him closer. His hands are held up placatingly, your eyes dart to James. He’s taught himself. “Please calm down, we just want to talk-“

“Get to the point Steve,” your tone is harsher than you wanted it to be, evident at his stricken expression. The silence is tense, you’re hearing sharp, listening out for your kid.

“It’s really not what you think doll,” The stoic soldier speaks up, his voice raspy from its momentary absence. You narrow your leer at him taking in his entirety. He looms in front of your tool shelf. The blue of his eyes are conflicting, dark and yet dangerously inviting. There was a hunger in his stance, like a predator stalking its prey… further unnerving you.

“Bucky, stand down.” Steve pleads softly. “I don’t want you to scare her, she’s-“ He cuts himself off. A grimace on his face as he looks back at you, ashamed, bashful. “Just stand down-“

“You gonna stop me Stevie?” Bucky’s tone was further unsettling now. Joyful and murderous. A creak in the floorboards throws you into over drive.

You’re behind the door connecting your house and garage in a moment, locking the door and shifting alarmingly fast to your daughter. As the door kicks in your already in your room, slinging your duffle along your body as you cling tightly to Nineve.

“Mom-“ she whimpers but you shake your head hard, silencing her fears. She’s burying her face in your shoulder as you silently slip through the window, closing it behind you with delicate diligence.

Your senses feel like live wire, your body electrified as you speed around the back of the house as you hear the two super soldiers argue and cause a rampage through your small quaint home.

“Buck stop!” Steve sharply reprimands. “She’s not supposed to be like the others, she’s different.”

A dark chuckle shakes the frames of the house as you sneaky into your car. “Then why’d you wait so long to introduce us, mhm punk?” There’s a pregnant pause. “You know I don’t like you holding out on me. Otherwise, I’ll start looking for myself,”

“They’ll kill you if you did. If they found out-“

“You’re gonna tell them?” Another pregnant pause, “Because if you do, you have to tell them what you did too.” Two heavy steps forward.

You clutch Nineve and quickly cover her mouth before she begins to cry. Just a moment baby, Please, you beg with your eyes as you listen to the bickering men.

“You know I wouldn’t do that, but Buck,” There’s further commotion, more rampage. “Buck-“

“Where the fuck is she?” James angrily snarls, “Come out doll.” He taunts.

“Bucky,” Steve hisses sharply. A few powerful thuds and bangs makes Nineve shake violently. Your hand is drenched in tears. Your heart begins to race but you stifle your breathing, calming your self. You’re sympathetic to her senses, but you can’t chance them catching you too soon.

The air becomes densely silent. You turn the key and shift gears, pulling out the garage in seconds. As you’re in the street, shifting gears and pulling off you see the both of them charge after you. Scrambling over themselves to get in their car.

But the head start was all you need. You’re whipping through traffic unnaturally fast as you make your way to the interstate.

Nineve clambers out of your hold, crying and screaming. “What was that?! Momma what was that! Why were they here?”

“Nonny please, stop screaming-“

“Mommy!” She squeals.

“Nineve stop yelling at me.” You reprimand sharply. Her cries quiet immediately. She hiccups and wraps her arms around herself. “I’m sorry.” you immediately apologize.

She’s quieter than normal. “I know that was scary. And I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry you had to hear that.” You let out a shaky breath. “And… and I’m sorry for snapping at you. I shouldn’t have, but I needed you to stop screaming.”

Nineve hiccups, but scoots into your side, clicking the seatbelt over her small lap. She snuggles closer as she wipes her tears. “I’m scared too. And the last thing I need are the bad men coming after us and the superhero’s getting involved.”

“B-but mommy,” She asks, voice shaky with tears. “I was scared of the superhero’s.” her small hands squeeze your side as she tries to hide beside you.

You rest a trembling hand on top of her head, doing your best to sooth her as you turn sharply off the interstate into the forest line. Honking horns and screeching tires the least of your worries. “I know baby, me too.”

—

When Nineve wakes up, you stop for gas in some fairway station, in the middle of somewhere Minnesota. She rubs her puffy eyes, taking in her surroundings. The area ear achingly silent as you turn off the vehicle. “Where are we mommy?”

“Minnesota, somewhere.” You tell her unsure. You reach to the glove box and grab the envelope. You thumb out enough money to fill the tank. You get out with the key, locking the door as you walk around your car to the pump.

You tense as you pump the gas, looking over your shoulder repeatedly, alert and ready to make a mad dash.

How has life managed to catch up with you so suddenly? You know you can’t keep running forever, but super soldiers? How did they even find out?

Your heart drops to your stomach. It was right in front of you. Steve was in your class, and despite your disregard of titles and accolades, you should’ve been more aware of the circumstances. But still, you felt blindsided. Why? Why target you? And why come after you now? And why was he so unsuspecting at first?

Your thoughts are interrupted but the shift in the silence. It’s impossible for them to have found you, or even caught up to you. Quickly you shake the nozzle and put it away. You close the gas tank opening and hurry to climb into your car. Nineve is dozing again, she’s tightly clutching her stuffed charmander. No doubt her mind is replaying the recent events. Softly your reach out to her as you pull off sharply. “Nonny,” you murmur, you shake her lightly to wake her.

“Yes mommy?” she whispers and rubs her eyes. “Your dreams, they’re scary aren’t they?” you ask carefully.

“Yes.” She says with a weep. You slow the car down to a crawl before turning off into the woods again. You stop when you’re far away enough from the road. You turn to Nineve in the dark of the early morning.

“Listen closely Nineve.” You tell her softly, “I won’t ever let the bad men get to you ever again.” She weeps more and you pull her close, holding her in your arms and cradling her. “I promise, I’ll keep you safe. We’ll never go back to the bad place ever again. Never, ever again.”

“But mommy-“

“No one is ever taking us again. I’ll keep you safe.”

—

“We should be close.”

“She could be anywhere,” The voices alert you, they’re dangerously close. You look down at Nineve, carefully laying her on the floor of the car. You cover her with the blanket you keep in the back, hiding her and keeping her warm from the chill outside.

You make a rash decision. Locking the car manually so not to alert them of your location. You listen to their feet crunching on the twigs and fallen leaves. Easily sneaking up behind them, watching them and listening from afar.

“You shouldn’t have gone to her house.” Steve grumbles. James scoffs. “I wanted to see her for myself. You got to see her, it was my turn.”

“You were going to grab her. The fuck is wrong with you Buck?”

James stood and turns to look at Steve. He gets in his face, “You know as good as me what it’s like now. How far removed we are from the world around us. And how the horrors we face have gotten to us,” James is sneering now, “Don’t you go cursing at me, you think you’re better than me? Huh? You think because they all trusted you and your heroism that that makes you better than me Steve?”

“I didn’t mean it like that Bucky.” Steve acquiesces. James takes a pause, “I’m the only one who actually knows you Steve Rogers.”

You shudder at the intensity in which they stand. James words eerie as he speaks them with a chill. “Don’t you ever forget that.”

You step back, unaware of your steps. The crunch of leaves and twigs makes them sharply turn. James cheshire grin makes your cheeks got hot, Steve’s blue eyes fill with relief.

James is the first to move, but Steve is close on your heels. “Don’t come any closer.” you step back two feet for the several steps they took.

“I’m sorry we scared you doll, that was my mistake-“

“Save it.” You defensively snap. “Who sent you?” You ask them sharply, gaze shifting between them rapidly. They pause. Confusion as clear as day on their faces.

You’re stunned. Their reactions weren’t at all what you were expecting. “We came here on our own,” Steve speaks up. “I’m sorry, I should’ve went about this a completely different way.” Steve begins to plead, James rolls his eyes.

“Just spit it out Steve.” James agonizingly encourages. “Spare her the bullshit, clearly she can handle it. Right sweet face?”

You give him a pinched look, but nod anyway. His grins darkens. Steve stalls, eyes remorseful. “I- I don’t even know where to be-“

“We’ve been watching you doll.” James says proudly. “Stalking you is the right word. Stevie here has a stuffy for you,” He dramatically stops and leers suggestively, eyeing you up and down, up and down, patiently slow. “And I have to say, I have one for you too. You look great after the kid.” He winks.

You feel raw, unprepared for this kind of confession, you’re completely at a loss of words. Suddenly exposed in a completely light. This couldn’t really be happening.

“No fucking way.” You utter and drop your defensive stance. “You show up to my home, unannounced, ready to what?-“ You look at them incredulously, “Kidnap me?! Terrify the fuck out of my child, because you want to get your dicks wet?”

James chuckles, Steve at least has the decency to look ashamed. James clears his throat, “You’re a smart girl. You’re right Steve,” he hums, “I like her.”

“You’re not serious.” Your blood boils beneath your skin. You feel the heat rise off you rapidly. “No no, you can’t be serious” You repeat sinisterly.

“Y/n,” Steve says your name softly. You level him with a dark glare, your vision tunnels, a red ring firing behind your irises. “Y/n,” He says your name softly again, “Where’s your daughter?”

The questions puts out your flame of fury immediately. Again displaying your hidden strengths your to her within the blink of an eye. She’s waiting patiently as you walk up to the door. You unlock the door and smile at her. She smiles back. “I knew you would come back.”

“Of course I would.” You reassure her. You run your finger over her cheek, catching a stray tear. “Mommy, you were really angry just now?” She asks slowly.

You look over your shoulder, “Yes, I was.” You look back to her, “I need you to get back down okay, stay there until I come back to get you.”

“Are we safe mommy?” She asks worriedly. You nod quickly. “We are, we’re just being followed by idiots” You admonish the two genetically manipulated men. “I’ll be back.”

And surely within the moment, you stop them mid trek in your direction. “Shit doll, don’t scare us like that.” James laughs lightheartedly.

“Is she okay?” Steve asks gently, blue eyes searching your dark ones. He’s intent in trying to gauge your reaction. “She’s fine, she’s safe.” You assure him.

“I’m sorry for scaring you both.” He apologizes. “I- I’m just sorry.”

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” You tell him softly. You look between him and James. The later standing against the trunk of a tree, amusement in his eyes.

“Who are you running from if you don’t mind me asking sweet face.” James asks with a dark grin. He stands straight and walks carefully to you. You allow him to get close, and he towers over you. “Why? Don’t you know?”

“Humor me.” He challenges playfully, the mirth in his eyes contrasting the danger rolling off his shoulders. “Buck.”

“Cmon Stevie, she’s a big strong girl.” James is captivating as he speaks, but you don’t miss the way Steve comes around you, the both of them sandwiching you. You shudder, becoming overwhelmed with them so close. “Right doll?” James eyes become so soft, melting you on the spot.

You nod slowly, finally finding your words when he repeats his question. Completely hypnotized by his gaze, you don’t shy away when Steve presses himself to your back, hands firm on your arms. “Tell us babydoll.” Steve murmurs against you, lips at the top of your head.

“Ethos.”

#dark!stucky #dark!stucky x black!reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #grey! steve #dark!stucky x reader #black! reader #mcu au #mutant!reader

[bucksangel]

you taste like suburbia

pairing: mafia!stucky x reader (poly), john walker x reader but not for long

word count: 6.4k

summary: your lousy boyfriend John Walker owes quite a bit of money to some pretty shady people. And since he doesn’t have the means to pay, he’s brought you along to a negotiation to meet them - and hopefully entice them into accepting a different form of payment.

warnings: 18+, smut, dub-con kind of, a tiny bit of stalking/dark behavior (it’s only hinted at), voyeurism i guess?, vaginal fingering, oral (f & m receiving), threesome, poly relationship, petnames (princess, kitten, beautiful), daddy kink, sir kink, unprotected p in v, a little bit of misogyny (not from stucky), not john walker friendly, mentioned verbal abuse, mention of murder (you have to squint and turn your head 90 degrees)

a/n: this is based off this post and @crazyunsexycool ‘s very amazing comments (title is from ‘suburbia’ by devon again)

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“It’s simple, really.” The men across from you have been staring you down this whole time, eyes barely leaving your body and that’s only to occasionally glance at the man sitting next to you. And though they’re looking at you, you know their words aren’t directed your way. No. It’s for John.

John Walker; your shitty boyfriend who, apparently, has got himself into a lot of trouble with some pretty shady people. You don’t know much, you just know that he has a debt to pay and he doesn’t have the funds.

And you’re not stupid, you know how this will go. Your relationship with John started good, great in fact, but then he fell back into his old gambling ways a few months in. You wanted to leave, to kick him to the curb the moment he asked you for money to cover some bills. But you were too kind-hearted for your own good and felt the need to help him just because you loved him. But the deeper into trouble he’s gotten the less he’s actually cared about you, too focused on getting his debts paid off so he doesn’t get a bullet in his head.

Thus, you’re here. Forced to wear that dark red, wrap-around dress that shows just enough to be desired in the hopes that will entice the men across from you into accepting a different form of payment. Fifteen minutes into the ‘meeting’ you can already tell that they’re going to accept. And you don’t really know what to do in this situation, you know you don’t really have a say in how this plays out, but some part of you doesn’t really mind. Part of you is glad you’ll finally be free from John’s bullshit.

It just helps that the men your boyfriend owes money to are extremely attractive. Both men don dark black suits, white button-ups, and sleek black ties. And the brunette - Bucky, maybe? - smirks when he catches your eye after having been staring at his hand grasping a cigarette for a few moments before glancing up at his face. With a wink, he turns his head towards his partner - Steve, if you remember correctly.

“You owe us quite a bit of money, but you already knew that. We also know that you don’t have the means to pay us.”

From beside you, you can feel John shaking in his seat. With just a glance in his direction, you can see the beads of sweat forming around his hairline at Steve’s commanding tone.

“We’re assuming that’s why you brought her, isn’t it?” With that question, both men look back at you, the hunger in their eyes is prominent. And part of you wants to cower in your chair, to wrap your arms around your body and hide from their intense gazes. But a bigger part of you likes it, craves being desired. Lord knows John hasn’t looked at you like that in a long while.

“Um,” John stops himself, seems to not know what exactly to say. But then Bucky raises one of his eyebrows and John is quick to continue. “Y-Yes, sirs.”

Steve hums, bringing up his glass to take a long sip of his liquor of choice. Bucky takes a short drag of his cigarette before speaking up.

“And if we don’t accept the arrangement?”

John starts really vibrating out of his seat now, both of his legs bouncing furiously. One of his hands rubs over the back of his other, and he gulps loudly.

“I-I don’t… Please. I don’t have the money right now. And, she’s good in bed. She’ll listen to whatever you say, so she’ll please you guys whenever you need, she can even cook and clean so she can be a maid for you too.”

His words make you want to vomit, talking about you like you’re nothing more than a whore, a piece of meat to be passed around and commanded. Your eyes narrow, glaring over at your asshole boyfriend as you begin to pick at your fingernails with a mixture of anxiety and anger.

Steve surprises you by slamming his glass down onto the dark oak desk in front of him, some of the liquid inside spilling out.

“And what makes you think you can talk about a woman like that?” His voice is booming, and the tension in the air is palpable. It’s hard to hide the smile that wants to spread across your face, but you manage to not show your smugness when John sits up straight and begins sputtering out an apology.

“Enough,” Bucky says, taking another long drag and then putting out the cigarette. As he exhales out the smoke, he makes sure to blow it in your boyfriend’s direction, and you have to look down at your lap to prevent the men from seeing your smirk at the show of dominance.

With a glance at his partner, they seem to have a silent conversation before Steve nods, looking back at John while Bucky looks at you.

“We’ll accept. If nothing else then to get her away from you.”

Even with the passive-aggressive comment, you can see the way John’s body visibly relaxes, and can hear the sigh of relief that passes through his lips.

You on the other hand don’t quite know what to do. Yeah, you’re glad you’ve found a way out of this toxic relationship, but you’re also very aware that this major adjustment in your life was made without your consent or input. This thought immediately makes all the satisfaction drain from your body, and you keep your gaze averted so the men across from you can’t see the underlying fear growing in your eyes.

Because you don’t know these men. You’ve never even heard of them until now. All you know is that anyone connected to the dark underworld that is the mafia couldn’t possibly be a good person. For a moment, you’re so lost in your own thoughts that you don’t realize all of the men are staring at you.

“Wh-What?” Your throat is a little dry due to not having spoken in a while, and you try your hardest not to let your voice waver.

“Are you okay with this?” Steve asks with an uncharacteristically soft smile and calm voice. He’s asking you how you feel about this? Why? Shouldn’t this be the end, the part where your boyfriend leaves and you uproot your life to live as payment for his debts?

Apparently not.

“Why are you asking me?” Confusion is laden in your tone, your eyebrows furrowing and your fingers picking at your nails even harsher.

“Because, beautiful,” Bucky starts, waving to a red-headed woman who suddenly appears with water for you. “We don’t want you thinking this is purely transactional. You’re not property, you’re a grown woman and you deserve to have a say in your life. If you don’t want to come with us, that’s okay. We’ll extend our contract with your dear boyfriend.”

Steve speaks up next.

“But if you do want to come with us, we’ll show you how real men treat ladies.” His eyes grow hungry for half a second, then return to that unnerving adoring gaze.

Everything grows silent for a moment, everyone awaiting your answer. As you look over at John, his face is contorted in fear of what they’ll do if you deny them, and anger - silently demanding that you say yes. And, looking over at him, you finally realize he’s never been who you thought he was. Even when he was being an asshole, when he would steal from you, when he would yell and scream and verbally abuse you because he lost even more money, you were so blinded by trying to help him that you couldn’t accept that you were being used.

Now, you know. You know that even if you don’t know these men, the fact that they’re even asking for your opinion says more than anything John could ever do. With one final look at him, you sigh, looking Steve in the eyes.

“I’ll go with you.”

Not only does John visibly relax, but you can see some of the tension leave Bucky and Steve’s bodies, almost like they were hoping that you would say yes.

“It’s settled then.” Steve’s smile turns into a sly smirk, and he momentarily shifts his gaze to John. “Your debt has been paid.”

John tries thanking him, tries to thank the men for sparing his life, but Bucky cuts him off by clearing his throat.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with that comment, though.”

With that, Steve nods at the redhead who comes to stand behind John. In one swift movement, she puts one hand on his shoulder and one hand grabs the inside of his elbow, and she twists. The sounds of his bones cracking are loud, but his screams are louder, his cries of pain reverberating throughout the office. And, as much as you want to feel bad for him, you can’t find it in you to do so. The last two years have been hell for you, and seeing him in pain feels a little like payback for all the pain he caused you. You simply sit there and stare as the woman grabs both of his shoulders and hauls him up, ignoring his cries while dragging him to the door.

The woman follows him out, leaving just you and the two men. For a moment, neither of you speaks, almost like you’re all waiting for the other person to say something.

“So, um. What happens now?” You look at Bucky as he stands and walks around the desk, holding his hand out and encouraging you to grab it. Once you do, you let him help you stand and move you so you’re nearly pressed against his body, a heavy, black metal hand settling on your waist as he brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles.

“Now we take you home,” Bucky says softly, staring deep into your eyes and tugging his bottom lip between his teeth.

“We’ll have our associates pick up your things,” Steve says, suddenly standing so close behind you that you can feel the heat from his body. His large hands settle on your shoulders, gently massaging your muscles and allowing any remaining tension in your body to slip away.

“And you won’t have to worry about anything for the rest of your life.” Bucky presses his body against yours further, holding your gaze for a long while before he leans down to place a delicate kiss on your cheekbone, very close to your ear. “Your only concern will be taking care of us, and letting us take care of you.”

In order to not moan you have to clear your throat, focusing all of your attention on not melting into a puddle at their feet. Steve leans down to place a kiss on your other cheek, sighing softly as though he’s been waiting for this. You hesitantly place one hand on Bucky’s arm and one on Steve’s hand, and he immediately threads your fingers together.

“Home?” Bucky asks, pulling away to look into your eyes.

“Home,” You say without a second thought, already liking the idea of being with them, being theirs.

____________

You all get back to their mansion, because of course they live in a mansion, about an hour later. It’s in a woodsy and remote area of upstate New York with no neighbors for a good two miles, and upon driving through the gates and down the long driveway your eyes go wide, everything is just so big. The fountain in the front yard stands almost as tall as the three-story house, several expensive-looking cars are parked off to the left near what you assume is the garage, and you’re pretty sure you can spot a greenhouse in the backyard.

As soon as the car is stopped two men appear on either side of it, opening the doors for Steve and Bucky and letting them step out. A woman - the same redhead from earlier - comes up to your door and opens it, reaching out her hand and guiding you out.

“I’m Natasha,” She says with a welcoming smile on her face. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“What do you mean ‘finally’?” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, jumping slightly when an arm wraps around your waist.

“It’s nothing, beautiful.” When you look up at Bucky, you see him giving Natasha a look that you can tell is a silent demand to stop talking. Then, he turns to you, pulling you close to his side. “Come on, let’s get you settled in.”

Despite a spark of uneasiness popping up, you walk with him, Steve appearing by your other side and taking your hand in his and once again threading your fingers together. He gives you a warm smile, squeezing your hand. “We’ll give you a tour later, for now, we just want you to relax.”

As you walk through the entrance, your eyes open even wider than before. Not only is the foyer huge, but the chandelier that hangs from the ceiling illuminates the area beautifully and your heels make clicking noises on the pristine tile floor. You let your eyes wander as you walk up the grand staircase, admiring the artwork on the walls while you’re led through a large living area and down a hallway to a door.

And when they open it, dear lord you just want to scream. It’s bigger than the one-bedroom apartment that you shared with John. There’s a huge canopy bed off to the left, a massive TV mounted on the opposite wall, and a reading nook against the floor-to-ceiling window with a long bookshelf on the wall next to it - ending a few feet from the bed. There’s plants hanging from the ceiling and potted ones in each corner of the room, and an open door off to the right gives you a peak at what must be the bathroom but resembles more of a spa.

It’s absolutely gorgeous and it makes you feel at home.

“How do you like it?” Steve asks, both men tugging and leading you further into the room when they notice you’ve frozen while taking everything in.

“I love it,” You say quickly, smiling at them as you walk towards the bed so you can run your fingers along the silk bed sheets. “It’s beautiful.”

“Good.” Bucky appears behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder. “You deserve beautiful things.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, warmth filling your body. These men are already showing you more affection than John had during your entire relationship, and it simultaneously hurts your heart that you stayed with an ungrateful and uncaring man for so long while also making you happy that you’ve fallen into the laps of men with high standards of how to treat a woman.

“We’ll let you rest up, now.” Steve comes up to you and works his arm between your back and Bucky’s body so he can hold your waist. He leans down and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, bringing up his other hand to cradle your head so he can really breathe in your scent.

“Wait.”

Immediately Bucky and Steve pull away, and when you turn around and look up at them you can see the concern written on their face.

“This is my room?”

Bucky nods, his eyebrows furrowed. “Yes. Is it okay? We can redecorate if you want, just tell us what you like and we’ll do it.”

You shake your head, placing one hand on Bucky’s chest and the other on Steve’s.

“N-no. No, I love it. I just thought…” You trail off, biting your lip. You’re not too sure how to phrase your thoughts, but you try your hardest when the men continue to stare at you. “I guess I just thought you would want me to sleep in your room.”

Bucky sighs and pulls you close, placing one hand on the back of your head while Steve saddles up beside him to grasp your hip.

“While we would absolutely love having you in our bed,” Bucky stops to swipe his tongue along his bottom lip and you have to fight the urge to lean up on your toes to bite it. “We’re not going to force you to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“We know this is a big adjustment,” Steve says, smiling down at you when you look at him. “So we don’t want to make you do something that would make you uncomfortable.”

The men go silent, as do you, allowing you to process their words. They’re right, of course. This is all so new for you, and even though you’re more than ready - you’ve been deprived of physical contact and a good orgasm for a while - you know it wouldn’t be a good decision to jump into a relationship like this so soon after leaving your ex.

Fuck good decisions.

“What if…” You trail off, biting your lip nervously. Deciding to be bold, you trail the hand on Bucky’s chest up until you can cup his cheek, smiling when he turns his head and kisses your palm.

“What if I do want to?” You glance over at Steve, batting your eyelashes and fighting the shiver that wants to run through your body when he groans, low and utterly sexy.

“And what exactly is it that you want?” Bucky asks, his voice dropping while moving his free hand to your back, slowly inching down until he can rest it on your ass, but not squeezing.

“I -“ Suddenly a whine is forced out of your mouth when Steve moves your hair and leans down so he can kiss and nibble at your neck. ��Steve!”

Then, Bucky dips down while pulling your head closer to his so he can press a searing kiss on your lips, swallowing your moan as he squeezes and kneads your ass.

“Tell us what you want, kitten,” Steve murmurs, biting and sucking a dark bruise on your neck and laughing when you pull away from Bucky’s lips with a huff.

“I - fuck.” Your whining is bordering on desperation. The lack of physical and sexual contact for the last few months has finally caught up to you, and you’re about to cry with how needy you feel. “I want you to fuck me.”

Both men curse, Steve nodding but not removing his mouth from the column of your throat. And maybe if your head wasn’t already fogged over with desire you’d have heard Bucky’s muttered “finally.” As it is though, you don’t pay attention to anything other than their hands caressing and groping your body, the men working in tandem to strip you of your dress and lay you flat on your back in the middle of the bed.

Both men stand at the end of the bed, staring at you with dark lust in their eyes as Bucky palms his crotch. They stare for so long that you start to get self-conscious, wondering what they’re thinking. It was always quick with John, he never really focused on your pleasure but rather worried about getting himself off and asking with an infuriatingly smug grin if it was good. It never was, but you never told him that, you hate confrontation. So it’s a little unnerving to have sex be drawn out, to be the center of attention - and the attention coming from the two hottest men on the planet makes you squirm uncomfortably. You’re about to cover yourself with your arms when Bucky kneels on the bed and grabs one of your wrists, Steve appearing next to you so he can grab your other one.

“Don’t,” Bucky says hoarsely, a determined look in his eyes. “Don’t hide from us, kitten.”

An involuntary moan forces its way up your throat and out of your mouth, and you find yourself agreeing with a quick nod. “I-I’m sorry,” You whine, arching into Steve’s hand that has now found a home on your covered breast.

“Don’t be sorry, princess,” Steve murmurs trailing his hand from your breast to your neck, toying with the necklace John had given you on your sixth-month anniversary. You haven’t taken it off since, it felt like a mark of ownership. And at first, it felt good, you loved knowing you were John’s girl. However, as the relationship progressed and worsened with every day, it felt more like a chain, weighing you down and forcing you to stay tethered to him. Yes, it had occurred to you to take it off a few times, but you weren’t ready for it to end. Even though it was an extremely toxic relationship, you had nowhere to go.

“Did he give you this?” Steve asks, disdain clear in his voice. And when you nod, he hovers over you, smirking as he grips the necklace and pulls, the chain snapping in two as he flings it across the room. Ignoring your shocked gasp, Steve and Bucky lean back and get off the bed, resuming their earlier position near the end of it.

“She’s perfect, Stevie,” Bucky murmurs after a long moment of silence. Putting a hand on the back of his partner’s neck, he yanks him forward, pulling him into a downright filthy kiss that makes your legs immediately squeeze shut to relieve the growing ache in your core.

At your loud and needy whine, they pull away, both men working in sync to get undressed and hurry to lay on either side of you. Both of them have kept their boxers on, but the very large bulge straining against the fabric does absolutely nothing to hide their arousal.

“Are you sure you want this?” Bucky asks, and even though you can hear the desperation in his voice, you know deep in your bones that they would stop if you said no. And that just further cements your decision, you need them, you need to feel them and kiss them and have them worship you in ways John could never.

“I’m sure, Bucky.”

“Call me ‘Daddy’, princess,” He says, reaching up a hand and placing it on your throat. He doesn’t choke you, but the pressure lets you know that he wants to.

“I’m sure, Daddy.”

Bucky groans as though he’s been punched in the gut, and his hips jerk forward, rubbing his erection into your thigh. He dives down and captures your lips in a heated kiss, momentarily distracting you from everything around you. That is until you feel a hand travel down your stomach, ignoring your underwear and slipping inside to quickly cup your wet and aching pussy.

Pulling away, you let out another gasp, your gaze immediately shooting to your left to see Steve’s very smug smirk.

“Feel good?” He asks as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly moving his middle finger up and down your slit until he finally pushes through, slipping the thick digit into your quivering hole all the way to the third knuckle.

“Oh God, yes! Yes, Steve.” He pulls his finger out momentarily, only to shove in two fingers - once again pushing in all the way.

“Sir,” Steve growls, leaning down to nibble at your ear. His gravely chuckle when you mumble, “Yes, sir,” sends tingles down your spine, and you’re near tears with how good but not enough his fingers feel.

“I-I need…” You trail off, whining pathetically when Steve removes his fingers again. You whine even louder when Steve pulls his hand out of your panties altogether, letting you see his fingers covered in your juices glinting in the moonlight. The sight doesn’t last long, because Bucky immediately dips down to suck on them, both men groaning in pleasure. The brunette doesn’t swallow though, he actually lets the fingers slip free from his mouth so he can capture his partner’s lips, letting Steve taste you too.

“Fuck,” You whimper, hands automatically tugging at both of their boxers in an attempt to move things along. “Please just fuck me already.”

They separate from each other, grinning wolfishly at each other for a moment before glancing down at your cute pout and pleading eyes.

“What’s the rush?” Steve asks, dipping down to give you a brief kiss. “We’ve got all night.”

Thankfully, though, they get with the program, maneuvering your body to their liking until your bra and panties are also discarded. And you’re about to undo the strap on your heels before Bucky grabs your ankle, shaking his head in disapproval.

“You’re keeping these on.” His command sends shivers down your spine, and you can’t even speak anymore with how turned on you are. Despite this, you somehow manage to whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s good,” Steve says, moving to kneel on the bed next to your head while he palms his bulge with one hand and squeezes your cheeks between his fingers with the other. “You’re going to be a good girl for us, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir!” You say enthusiastically, nodding your head as best as you can. And due to Steve holding your head in place, you can’t see what Bucky is doing, but you feel your legs being pushed wide open as the bed dips between them.

“Good,” Steve mutters mostly to himself, giving you an unnervingly soft smile for the situation. “Now, Bucky’s been dying to taste you since he first laid eyes on you, so you’re going to let him worship your pussy while I fuck your mouth. Okay?”

If you weren’t already drunk with pleasure, this would’ve been the thing to send you under. His commanding tone and the heat of Bucky’s mouth so close to your dripping core already have you on edge, ready to snap at the slightest touch. And when you nod, Steve turns to his partner, nodding once and smirking when he dives in, parting your pussy lips and licking a long stripe from your hole to your throbbing clit, where he then sucks it into his mouth.

The borderline scream you emit is so loud you’d be surprised if anyone on this floor didn’t hear it, but it’s quickly muffled by Steve shoving his boxers down and easing his cock into your gaping mouth. Now, you’ve never really liked giving head - well, with John anyway. He was always too rough, and the fact that he never returned the favor made it seem more like a chore than anything.

But you could definitely get used to this. Steve’s girth stretches your lips wider than ever before, and even through the haze of pleasure, you can tell that he’s holding back, letting you get used to the stretch. It doesn’t take long, and a particularly rough nip to your clit has you sucking Steve’s cock further into your mouth, and the man curses above you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” Steve sighs, rocking his hips forward ever so slightly. When he finds little resistance, he pulls back and pushes in a little further, groaning deep in his chest when you bring up a hand to tug at his balls.

“Taste so fuckin’ good too, princess,” Bucky mumbles against your pussy, pulling away only briefly so he can easily slide two metal fingers in as deep as they could possibly go. It’s clear that his goal is to make you cum, and you’re not that far off. To be frank, your arousal has been building from the moment you met them, and they are not disappointing.

It only takes a few more thrusts of Bucky’s fingers and Steve’s hand coming down to wrap around your throat for you to cum - your cunt spasming and hips thrusting up into Bucky’s face as you chase your high. Soon enough, both men retreat from your body, giving you a short reprieve while they rid themselves of their underwear. Steve moves you so he can lay back against the headboard, adjusting your position so you can rest in between his legs with your back against his chest while Bucky hovers over you.

“Now, princess,” He murmurs, just loud enough for both of you to hear him, and taps your arm. “You’re going to hold onto Stevie while I ruin this pussy. Then, he’s goin’ to fuck my cum back into you.”

“Oh God yes, yes please, Daddy!” If your mind wasn’t deep in the pits of desire you’d probably be embarrassed by how needy you are, maybe even ashamed. Right now, though, you can’t imagine feeling anything but pure pleasure and happiness.

It all happens so fast, Steve grabbing the backs of your thighs so he can spread them wide and Bucky quickly following by pushing his cock - easily the longest you’ve ever taken - halfway into your cunt. He stops there for a moment, letting you get used to the sudden stretch before surprising you by pulling out until his tip is only poking in.

You’re frustrated, extremely so, and you’re pretty sure you’ll cry if he doesn’t fill you back up. And you’re about to start whining when the man above you thrusts forward, burying his cock so deep in your pussy that you swear you could feel him in your throat. Deep and guttural groans fill the air, a metal hand grasping your thigh and keeping it spread so Steve can wrap his arm around your midsection and hold you close while the pace quickly picks up.

And you’re in heaven, this must be heaven. Because in no other plane of existence would the two most handsome men in the world be touching and gripping you like you’re a priceless gem they’re afraid to lose. From behind you, Steve groans every time Bucky pushes into you, forcing you to shift in Steve’s lap and subconsciously grind into his throbbing erection.

“Fuck, kitten,” Bucky mutters, bracing one hand on the headboard and dropping your leg so he can grab your throat, squeezing the sides and forcing you to look into his eyes - dark with a desire you’ve never known. But there’s something else there, something primal that no ordinary man could have, a sense of possessiveness and ownership that seeps out of his pores.

You can’t do anything except moan, your mouth parting wider to let out a scream when Bucky shifts slightly, thrusting and hitting that special spongey spot deep within you dead on.

“She’s perfect, isn’t she Stevie?”

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Steve says softly, running the hand he has on your stomach down to your pussy to rub at your hole, feeling where you and his partner are connected. “Always knew she would be.”

Thankfully for them, those words fly over your head. You’re already too fucked-out to think properly, do you even know what your name is?

When Steve swiftly moves his fingers to your clit, your answer is a confident no. All you can seem to focus on are these two men and the immense pleasure they’re giving you. And it takes only a few more thrusts for you to feel that coil in your tummy wind tighter and tighter.

“Is she gonna cum?” Steve asks cockily, noticing the way Bucky’s hips stutter and his brow furrows. Reaching up, Steve grabs the back of his partner’s neck and pulls him in for a rough and messy kiss - mainly tongue and teeth. When they pull away, Bucky is nearly breathless, and you can hear the cockiness in his voice when Steve tells him, “Make her. Come on, baby. Fucking fill her up so I can.”

Those words - coupled with the fingers rubbing your clit, the pressure on your neck, and the cock that’s currently rearranging your guts - make you cum harder than you’ve ever. It doesn’t even really feel like an orgasm, it’s better than that. Something squirts out of your pussy with every forward thrust, and if it weren’t for being sandwiched between the two buffest men to ever exist then you’d be positive you were floating off into the clouds.

Bucky follows soon after, a loud groan of your name filling the room before his hips are flush with yours. Vaguely, you can feel his seed filling your womb, coating your insides, and it takes a full minute for Bucky’s breathing to even out. When he finally regains his composure, he leans back, holding your hips steady and chuckling at the glazed look in your eyes.

“Ready for me to pull out, kitten?” The answer he gets is a mumbled and pitiful “no”, which he laughs at, affectionately patting your hip. “Sorry, princess, we have to let Stevie have his turn.”

With that, he nods to Steve, who reaches over to the nightstand and procures a phone, handing it to Bucky. Bucky places his metal hand on the inside of your right thigh, holding it in place while he goes to the camera app on his phone. 

“Okay, princess, gonna pull out now.” With his phone aimed at your hips, he slowly pulls out, hissing quietly but not stopping until his cock finally slips free. He moans softly, and when you finally manage to lift your head enough to see what he’s doing you see the phone leaning closer, capturing the no doubt obscene view of his cum dripping out of your hole. Bucky takes a few pictures and then tosses the phone back to Steve, who places it back on the nightstand.

The men shift, maneuvering your limp body until you’re laying flat on your back with Steve kneeling on the bed between your legs while Bucky stands off to the side, gripping his still-hard cock.

“Alright, beautiful,” Steve says, adjusting a pillow underneath your hips. “You ready for me?”

It takes a second to process his words, but when you do you nod your head as fast as you can, nearly giving you whiplash. You don’t care though, all you care about is the delicious stretch in your core as Steve pushes in slowly.

“Fuck, kitten,” Steve growls, stopping when his crotch is flush against yours with his pubic bone pressing against your clit. He grinds his hips against yours, the stimulation to your clit making you whine loudly.

Steve is drastically different from Bucky, he fucks you slow and sweet, though no less forceful, reaching deep in your pussy until you can barely gasp for air. When your head lolls to the side, you see Bucky stroking his cock in time with Steve’s thrusts, and, without thinking, you reach for him, beckoning him forward until he’s close enough that you can wrap your hand around it. Both men moan, and Bucky brings up his flesh hand and cups one of your breasts, kneading the flesh and rubbing over your nipple, pinching and twisting just right so it’s bordering on a delicious kind of pain.

Then, a loud smack rings through the air, Steve’s hips jerking forward almost immediately after.

“Pick it up, babe,” Bucky says with a smirk, chuckling at Steve’s agitated look, but he does so nonetheless.

Steve starts fucking you with intent, slamming into you at a borderline inhuman speed - and you don’t know how it’s possible but the orgasm building in your core seems to be more intense than the last. And after a few more thrusts, you’re plunged into the dark abyss of pleasure - mind going blank as a loud sob rips through your throat.

It’s an indeterminate amount of time later when you regain consciousness, and this time you don’t recognize the room you’re in. It takes a few moments for you to shake the fogginess out of your mind enough to notice that you’re alone in the large bed, and when you raise your head to look around the room you can’t see Bucky or Steve. But the pictures of the two of them and friends scattered throughout the space show you that this is their room.

“Bucky?” You call softly, your eyebrows furrowing when you hear no reply. Stretching your arms above your head, you force yourself out of bed - noticing that you’re now covered with a large shirt that smells a lot like Steve’s cologne. You go into the bathroom to find it empty, then wander to the large walk-in closet - again, empty.

Where are they?

“Steve?” You say a little louder, tentatively opening the bedroom door and peeking out, finding the hallway empty and quiet. There’s a spark of uneasiness that ignites in your stomach, though you try to stomp it out by reasoning with yourself - they’re busy men, after all.

When you look to your right, you see a set of double doors at the end of the long hallway, and something in you tells you to check there. As you walk down to the doors, more uneasiness pops up, it just feels a little too quiet. But the closer you get you can start to hear whispers, and they become more prominent when you stop right outside the doors. Bits and pieces of conversation flow through the wood.

“I want him gone within the hour.”

“Off the bridge.”

“They won’t find him.”

But one line hits you differently.

“Don’t let her find out.”

Your curiosity is extremely peaked, and it takes all of your willpower to bring your hand up to knock. You feel a little like you’re intruding, but you’re too confused to not impose.

The door opens a few moments later, though it’s only cracked halfway, and Steve appears in the doorframe.

“Hello, beautiful,” He says sweetly, reaching out a hand to hold your hip. “Why don’t you go back do bed, hm? I’ll be right there.”

“But, Buck-”

“Is just dealing with a few things. We had to deal with a business related issue, but he’ll join us when he’s done.” Steve is calm, and the soft look in his eyes is enough to quell any anxiety you were feeling. You’re not sure how he’s able to do it, but he’s mesmerizing, already able to manipulate you to his liking.

You’re sure it’s supposed to be frightening, but you can’t find it in you to care. Unlike John, you know with an enormous amount of certainty that they would never harm you, they’ll protect you.

What you don’t know is just how far they’ll go to protect you - to save you from deadbeat men who are too selfish to not recognize a treasure when he has one. And men that are too stupid to know when he’s being lied to. You don’t need to know that, though.

So, with a smile and a kiss, he sends you on your way, only retreating back into the room when you go in theirs.

“That was close,” Bucky says as he hangs up the phone, putting it back in his pocket.

“It’s okay, she doesn’t know.” Steve turns to his partner, both of them wearing matching smirks. “And she never will.”

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[stuckysbike]

The Queen Who Married Two Kings 4

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. Sex, m/f and m/m, p in v, oral (male and female receiving). I think that’s all.

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 Summary: You find yourself in your new home with plenty to explore.

Chapter 3

You were officially lost. 

Everything looked the same; strong stone walls encased wide corridors and heavy tapestries covered the walls telling stories of great battles and brave heroes of the past. 

You followed Steve through the castle moving further back, and eventually the corridors narrowed. Steve kept a strong arm around your waist and was careful not to overwhelm you with information, knowing how tired you were from your arduous journey here. 

"Our private rooms are in the tower at the back of the castle. It was built into the rocks by my ancestors, and it's pretty special," Steve said as he guided you to a corridor then up a set of shallow stone steps. A pair of heavy oak doors greeted you at the top and Steve opened them himself, you noticed no guards or footmen stood guard, and then Steve was guiding you into the room. 

Warm couches were placed around a stone fireplace and a welcoming fire roared in the grate. A black kettle sat on the hearth. The rug in front of the fire looked thick and you imagined curling your toes into it. Bookcases lined one wall and thick drapes covered windows and the door to the balcony Steve explained. A further set of doors led to the bedroom, and you gasped at the sight of the huge bed in the middle of the room piled with thick blankets and soft pillows. 

“The bed is massive,” you gasped, and Steve chuckled softly. 

“Well Buck and I like our space,” he said nudging you gently.

"There's a dressing room in there, we'll get your things unpacked soon, but let’s go this way," Steve said guiding you to another door. You stepped into a dark corridor of stone. Steve’s broad shoulders filled the space behind you and at his urging you followed the path to what was a beautiful cavern. It was warm but not stifling, and steam curled up from several pools dotted around the cave. Long benches were carved into the walls and shelves held jars and bottles of what looked like creams and lotions. Fluffy towels and robes were piled high. 

"Steve," you breathed looking around the room. "This is amazing."

"It's all natural, it's one of our favourite places," Steve admitted. "May I help you undress?"

You looked down at your heavy gown and realised that it had been days since you were free of the heavy materials. 

Several days ago, you would have been embarrassed but now you just wanted to sink into the inviting water and let it wash away your old life. You nodded, and Steve immediately went about removing the layers of clothes. 

"I'm missing the performance," you heard Bucky say as he entered the room. He had lost most of his armour and was just in his undershirt and pants. He pressed a kiss to your lips and stroked a lock of hair behind your ear. "What do you think?"

"This is amazing," you whispered looking around. Steve chuckled behind you as he worked the tassels that kept your dress closed. 

By the time you were down to your linen shift your cheeks were blushing. Both men were cautious and gentle as they helped it over your head and then you stood naked. Moments later they were naked too and then sure hands and thick arms were guiding you towards one of the pools. 

It was strange being naked with both men. You expected to feel uncomfortable, you expected their eyes to roam your flesh but instead they only allowed themselves quick glances just as you did. You were their focus, not your body. 

The water was warmer than you expected. Steve got in first and lifted you easily, his warm calloused hands gripping your waist. He smiled at your delighted sigh as he guided you deeper into the water until your breasts were covered. 

You felt safe with both, you felt heard even though you had barely spoke. They were careful to ensure your comfort was priority, their hands stayed above the water brushing shoulders and cheeks.

“Here,” Steve nodded to the edge of the pool, “you can sit back.”

You did, and it was bliss. It was like the stone had been made for you, smoothed, and curved into your shape. You sank in and relaxed, letting the water take your weight. 

“We have a few places we like to retreat to, and this is one of them,” Bucky said softly as he reached for your hand. “After a long journey, or even a long day, this is the perfect place to hide.”

“Our kingdom is keen to meet you, but Bruce our Chancellor has insisted we take a rest, a three-day honeymoon if you will. After that there will be some public appearances the three of us will need to make and you’ll need to meet with your council.”

“Stevie,” Bucky squeezed his bicep. 

Steve frowned between you and Bucky, and then he smiled, a soft curve of the lips. “I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself,” Steve said. “This should be about us.”

“Would you like a drink?” Bucky asked. 

You nodded and soon you were sipping sparkling wine from a dainty goblet. “Now,” Steve said, “tell me about the woman we married?”

You hesitated, what was there to tell? You thought about your life and how ill prepared you were for the world, how you could barely ride a horse. Reading, letter writing, some hand crafts and art were really all you knew. The women who had surrounded you were demure, with a few racy older ladies who made it their duty to ensure they explained how to please men in bed. 

You knew all about pregnancy and childbirth, raising children and ensuring a husband’s emotional needs were met, but other than that you didn't know. A blank canvas on your art easel came to mind, and you took a deep breath. "There's not much to tell, I think you both know everything there is to know already."

Steve and Bucky shared a look and then Steve leaned back and spread his arms along the stone lip of the pool, his fingers brushed your shoulder. "Okay, new question. Tell us what you want?"

"Oh, that's easy, I want to get to know everything there is to know about my new home, I want to learn to ride and study the land, what crops do you grow, what do you mine, what are the people like, your histories, your folk tales, I want to know it all!" You gushed. 

Steve laughed, a deep booming noise that startled you. Bucky was chuckling too, and their mirth made you smile right along with them. 

Steve reached for you, his strong hands lifting your legs into his lap. He rubbed your feet and calves then worked his way up to your aching thighs. Bucky was behind you his strong hands working your shoulders. 

“I can barely wait to wash you after our first battle together," Bucky muttered leaning forward to kiss your cheek. Steve copied him, leaning towards your lips with his own. It was chaste, a brush of the lips together but you could feel the passion he was holding back, could almost see the tension in his body as something shifted in the air between you. Steve's hands caressed over your soft hips, gripped your waist, and trailed up your body to cup your breasts. 

"Imagine it Buck, covered in blood, her chest heaving with adrenalin, her beautiful lips parted, and eyes lost to the passion," Steve said. 

You clenched your thighs together, you'd never thought of that before, but now you wanted nothing more than to be that woman Steve pictured. 

"Hm, our Goddess," Bucky muttered, his lips kissing down your neck and then he nipped your shoulder with sharp teeth. You yelped in surprise and Steve and Bucky shared another playful look. 

"Why don't we finish up here and go to bed, what do you say sweet thing?" Steve's fingers shifted your hair, pushing your curls behind your ears. 

"That would be nice," you said, suddenly nervous. Your chest tightened as Steve lifted you easily from the water, following close behind you. He wrapped a robe around you and rubbed your arms and chest to help you dry off. 

“Steve,” you said, and he turned to look at you. “I have nothing but this.” You said looking at your sad worn wedding dress in a heap on the ground. 

“I wouldn’t worry about that. You won’t need clothes for a few days, and then we’ll get you plenty to keep the cold off your back,” Steve's voice was rough as he pulled you against his and kissed your mouth, letting his tongue lick along your bottom lip. He pulled away and led you back into the main room.

Candles flickered on the dresser, and there were lamps next to the bed, the glow low in the room. A fire crackled merrily in the hearth and the bed was already turned down, pillows and blankets spread out and awaiting bodies to warm them. You held Steve's hand, following him as he moved around the room comfortable in his body. 

Steve had a beautiful body; his back was long and muscled and the globes of his ass were round and firm. His thighs were thick, and his legs strong. His shoulders were broad with a dusting of light freckles. Bucky was more tanned, and while shorter than Steve, but only slightly, he was still broad and thick. You wondered how lovemaking would work, how they would take you? 

It was Bucky whose hands slid around your waist; his lips pressed into your cheek. His hands opened your robe and his rough fingers brushed down your soft skin, still warm from the pool of water you'd left. The robe fell to your feet in a puddle and Bucky explored you with the tips of his fingers, his thumbs grazing your nipples. He cupped your mound softly and used a finger to part your lips. You gasped and your eyes fell closed at this foreign sensation on your body. Bucky took advantage of your open mouth to press the fingers of his free hand in. 

"Suck," he ordered, and you did, swirling your tongue around him and wondering where this knowledge had come from. Between your legs Bucky's other hand was busy parting your folds and gathering your natural slick. "Open your eyes."

You did, gasping, and you watched as Steve stood across from you, his body coiled like he was ready to pounce. 

Bucky drew his hand from between your legs, and you felt your cheeks flush at the sight of your natural slick coating his fingers. To your surprise have brought them to his mouth, and then he moaned behind you. The noise made you gasp, and Steve huffed out a soft breath. "King Steven," Bucky's voice was thick with arousal and you swallowed, your cunt clenching around nothing at his tone, "come over here and taste your Queen."

It was like a chain was snapped. Steve lurched forward and took Bucky's fingers into his mouth. He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he licked the digits clean and then he was kissing you. You tasted yourself on his tongue but before you could process, he had reached around you for Bucky. They crushed you between them as they kissed, and then as one you began to move towards the bed. Steve fell back onto it and scrambled into the centre; his lust blown pupils nearly black. 

Bucky chuckled, "he's not so royal when he's horny," Bucky confided in your ear as he gripped your waist and lifted you onto the bed. You gasped and lurched forward, your hands landing on either side of Steve's hips. His cock was in front of your face, long and red and glistening at the tip and his heavy sac hung low between his legs. Bucky nudged you further and you moved so your legs were on either side of his hips. Bucky's body pressed flush against yours and he lifted you back onto his lap, easily spreading your legs over his thick thighs. You were completely exposed to Steve, and he watched with interest as Bucky resumed his exploration of your pussy. 

One long finger danced over your hole, and you tensed but Bucky hushed you, kissing your neck and using his thumb to move upwards. You wondered what he was doing until you gasped out loud when he touched something. "Like that?"

"Yes, yes yes! Do it again!" You demanded. Bucky chuckled and did as you asked, his thumb caressing the side of your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

"Like that?" He asked and your pussy gripped at the finger easing out of your channel. You had no idea when he slid his fingers in, you'd barely noticed anything but the good work his thumb was doing. 

"Yes," you sighed as Bucky added another finger, spreading you wide and exploring your channel, and then he curled his fingers. You cried out and Bucky grunted in satisfaction, repeating the motion until you were writhing in his lap as you chased his hand. Your first orgasm was an explosion of light in your gut, and you twisted away from him whilst holding his hand against your body. You didn't know what you wanted, all you knew was that you wanted that to happen again and again. 

"There she is," Bucky said as he moved your body forward and soon you were kneeling over Steve's weeping cock. "Take it easy now, I stretched you out, but he'll still be a snug fit okay darling," Bucky's hands rested on your hips. 

It was a stretch, and whilst there was a light sting that went away after a few moments it wasn't the pain you had been led to expect. "Can I move?" 

Steve chuckled and leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. His tongue followed in a filthy path as he kissed you deep. "You can do whatever you want sweet thing."

You bet your lip, lifted your hips, and eased them back down. Steve groaned and his hands gripped your thighs, but he didn't move other ways. 

It took a few moments, but you got an easy rhythm going that made you want to close yourself around Steve. Steve in turn was stroking your thighs, his thumbs tracing little patterns, the tickling sensation adding to your pleasure. 

"So good, sweet thing, such a good girl for us, look Stevie, look at our girl, look how she's taking you and this is only her first time..." Bucky babbled behind you, his mouth never stopping as he praised you and caressed you, one hand gripping your breast, thumb flicking your nipple. His other hand was still between your legs, his fingers grazing over your clit as your rhythm increased. 

"Buck," Steve groaned. "Buck I'm close."

"S'ok baby, you cum," Bucky said. His hand left your breast and you felt it brush against the meat of your ass as he moved, and Steve cried out suddenly, his hips moving up, jostling you from your place. His cock grazed your sweet spot, and you cried out, hands going to his shoulders, and then you were on your back, Steve hovering over you as he pumped into your body. His mouth latched to yours and he swallowed your moans and whines as you both spasmed together, Steve coming inside you. 

You lay, your breasts heaving, as you tried to catch your breath. Steve kissed you then sat back, looking at the mess between your thighs. His cock slipped from your used and sensitive pussy, and you gasped at the sensation. You heard a groan from Bucky and you both turned your attention to him. He was tugging his cock roughly and to your surprise Steve batted his hands away and leaned down to suck Bucky into his mouth. Bucky's hips jerked and Steve gagged and then it was over, Bucky slumping onto the bed next to you. 

"Hey sweet thing," he grinned, and you flushed, shy despite all you had shared with them. 

"Hello," you smiled. Bucky pressed his lips to your nose, lips, and chin and then he got up, pecking Steve's lips as he went. A few moments later they were cleaning you carefully with damp rags and then you were being tucked into the middle of the bed between them. 

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A rattling noise woke you. You rubbed at your eyes and tried to sit up but a heavy arm across your body held you down. 

It was Steve, his face tucked into your neck, his soft snores warming your heart. On the other side of you the bed was warm but empty, and then you heard that noise again. You stretched your neck and caught sight of a naked Bucky making his way across the room. 

"What are you doing awake?" He asked you as he settled under the blankets and kissed your forehead. 

"What's that noise?" You asked looking around. 

"A storm has lifted, it's the wind," Bucky explained as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. "You are truly beautiful."

You blushed, not used to complements sounding so genuine. Bucky's fingers found the back of your neck and much like in the water earlier he started to work into the knots in your neck. You moaned, feeling the muscle loosen as he worked you. Behind you Steve mumbled something and rolled over, smacking his lips. The action made you and Bucky share a chuckle. 

"What's going to happen?" You asked. You were naive and you knew it, you felt useless, had done for most of your life, but you knew something wasn't right, something was about to happen that would impact your lives. 

"I don't know," Bucky said. "But I do know that you're home now and this is your place, between us. You're never getting away from us doll."

You snuggled against his broad shoulder, his skin was warm to the touch, and you rubbed your cheek against him. Bucky kissed your hair and pulled you into his side where after a few moments you drifted off to sleep.

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You woke early with the first daylight. 

The bed was still warm, but you were alone. You looked around and spotted Steve crouching by the fire. 

You watched him carefully and when he noticed you, he grinned and stood up. You admired his long legs and broad shoulders that met at his almost delicate narrow waist as he walked towards the bed.

“Morning sweetheart,” he murmured pressing his lips to yours. He slid beneath the blankets and pulled you into his arms.

“Where’s Bucky?” You asked as you snuggled close, pressing your nose into his neck and letting your eyes fall closed. 

“Hungry,” Steve answered. “He went off in search of food.”

You nodded and stretched flipping onto your back, spreading your toes, and beaming up at the ceiling. “If I were at home I’d have been chased from my bed by now.”

“We’re not so strict here,” Steve said. “But normally we’d be up and chasing the morning, catching up on what’s been happening, doing chores.”

“Why aren’t you?” You asked turning to him. His hair was mussed but he looked content, soft almost as he turned to look back at you. 

“It’s our honeymoon,” Steve grinned as he rolled on top of you. “May I kiss you?”

You nodded, your eyes searching his. His face was so close you could see flecks of green in his eyes. When he came closer you let your eyes fall closed, your lips pressing to his. Steve was gentle and took his time exploring your mouth. 

Here in bed, caged under his powerful body with his sculpted arms either side of your head you felt safe and cherished. His weight was comfortable, and you stroked your fingers over his smooth neck, toying with the fine hairs there. Steve’s eyes softened as he watched you. “What?” You asked, your voice barley above a whisper. 

“Just you Sweet Thing,” he dipped his nose against yours, brushing them together. You giggled at the sensation only to be interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“So, this is what you get up to as soon as I’m out of the room?” Bucky teased. He held a massive tray of food and your tummy growled at the sight. Steve rolled away and you sat up eager to see what delights Bucky had in store, but his bulging arms distracted you, and you counted yourself lucky at how beautifully put together these two men were. The three of you spent the rest of the morning eating and talking without leaving the bed. 

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The breeze ruffled your hair as you stood outside looking across the bay.

Below you the city sprawled on a hillside, looping around the bottom of the hill. High walls protected the city with hefty wooden gates keeping danger at bay. Wooden ships bobbed in the bay protecting the city from the seas. Across the water farms coated the hillsides, with sheep and goats grazing the rougher areas where the flat ground was kept for crops.

You pulled your shawl tighter around your shoulders and nestled your cheek into the soft material. This was your home now, your land. You belonged here, you were part of it, and you would live off it and you would protect it, with your life you would protect it. That was your duty now, that was your responsibility.

You smiled and turned back to the bedroom. Steve lounged on the bed, his ankles crossed as he listened to Bucky telling some story or other. When Steve saw you, his eyes softened and Bucky followed his husbands gaze, his eyes crinkling when he saw you. He patted the spot on the bed next to him and you slipped the door closed and hurried to them, dropping onto the bed between them. You snuggled against Steve and glanced up at Bucky as he resumed his story.

The fire crackled and Bucky’s warm hand cupped your ankle as he ran his thumb over your skin. You spent the evening like that, getting to know these men and this country that you now called home. You wondered, as you listened, what the future held for all of you.

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[gracescor3]

Christmas Lights🎄

[Just fixed Grammar mistakes]

Pairing: Soft!Mob!Stucky (only mentioned a bit) x Pregnant!Reader

Tags; Pregnant reader ; Bucky calling reader Mamas / Hot Mamas ; Implied smut at the end.

Word count: 749

Summary: Your mob boyfriends take you to do your favorite thing for Christmas, and that is to see Christmas lights.

You were in the kitchen eating blueberries and whipped cream, you have been craving them a lot ever since your boys got you pregnant.

You were about 20 weeks along and hardly had to do anything by yourself. Steve or Bucky always stayed home with you while the other one went to work.

Today they were both with you and were acting suspicious all day, about what? You don't know but it was a bit weird seeing them act differently. You just hoped you didn't do anything wrong.

As a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and held your belly you instantly smiled and relaxed into the warmth of the broad chest.

"Hey hot mamas, how you feeling?" Bucky asked as he kissed your neck. "I think I'm fine, my back is just really hurting." You responded as you ate another blueberry.

"Why don't you come upstairs with me and get dressed into warm clothes?" Bucky smiled against your neck before he pulled away and turned you around.

"Why? What's the occasion?" You asked skeptically. "We have a surprise for you." He smiled and held your hand before Steve walked in with clothes.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart, I got you some warm clothes right here." Steve smiled as he started to slowly take off your shirt.

"Thank you Steve." You lifted your arms as he replaced your shirt with the new one as Bucky helped change your pants.

"Alright let's go mamas." Bucky patted your back as they both led you out of the house and into their sleek black SUV.

You noticed the driver was already in the front seat and you looked at Steve. "Where are we going?" You asked sweetly to see if they'd tell you.

Steve almost gave in from how innocent you looked. He hated keeping secrets from you, well Bucky did to but he could hold out longer then Steve.

Bucky gave him a sharp glare and Steve instantly decided not to tell you. "It's a surprise doll." Bucky said as he helped you into the car.

Steve sat on your left side and Bucky sat on your right, you felt insanely warm from both of their bodies squished next to yours.

As Steve put your seatbelt on the driver began to pull out of the driveway. "Just because your two grown men doesn't mean you get to not wear seatbelts to!" You scolded and they looked at you before sighing and putting their seatbelts on.

It was funny seeing the mob bosses doing everything you asks. At work they are the ones commanding and controlling everything, but when they're around you? You are the only one they listen to. They are wrapped around your finger and you know it.

It was a long drive but once you finally made it to the destination you were surprised to see a whole bunch of Christmas lights.

Your mouth was agape as you looked out all the windows. "Christmas lights!" You shouted with glee and instantly tried undoing your seatbelt.

Bucky stopped you, "Mamas wait, we gotta park." He laughed and you sat still and eagerly waited.

As the driver parked the car Bucky would undo your seatbelt and helped you out of the car.

"It's so beautiful!" You smiled as Steve went to hold your hand and Bucky held your other one.

"All for you mamas. Let's go." Bucky led you to the trail and you walked through it seeing a lot of Christmas lights and also the animated ones.

You enjoyed every second of it. As you saw the little kids running around, you couldn't help but imagine them as yours.

You couldn't wait to have your baby, and it makes it even better that your boys will be the dad.

"Thank you for this." You smiled as you kissed both of their cheeks making them smile.

“You’re welcome” They both responded and kissed both of your cheeks.

“We have another surprise for you when we get home.” Buckys voice was dark and filled with lust as he whispered in your ear, his hand slowly traveling down your body.

You felt your arousal pool in your panties and couldn’t wait for when you got home.

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[chrisevansredbelt]

Lamb Two the Slaughter

pairing: dark!bucky barnes x reader (NO STUCKY) established dark!steve rogers x reader

warnings: NONCON. DUBCON. smut. piv sex. unprotected sex. oral (f receiving). mention of bdsm. pussy slapping. steve watching.

summary: bucky’s turn.

since y’all wanted a part two of lamb to the slaughter with bucky, here u go… slay

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“So when am I gonna have a turn?“ Bucky asks with a wicked smile, eyes never leaving your ass that looks delectable in your mini dress.

You always had the cutest secretary outfits. A mini white dress over a yellow blouse. Black stockings under a mini black skirt are Bucky’s favourite in particular. Steve likes when you wear the white stockings.

Steve scoffs, similarly, eyes never leaving your ass while you stand at the printer, waiting for the papers Steve had asked you to fetch him.

Despite being seperate by a many glass walls, the men still keep their voices to a low mutter, “You fuckin’ wish. Get your own agent.”

Bucky tsks annoyingly, “None of them are like her.”

“Guess I’m the lucky one then.” Steve simply shrugs, going back to typing on his computer- just about ready to send Bucky a document they need to go over- the reason Bucky was here in the first place, believe it or not, not just to ogle at your ass.

“Maybe,” Bucky sighs, adjusting his pants slightly to relieve himself of their tightness as he continues to stare at you. He then turns to Steve after a moment, a sly smile gracing his face once more “So then I guess that means I’ll just have to do it myself.”

Steve scoffs again, hardly flinching at Bucky’s lowkey threat, “If you think she’ll do anything you say without me around, you’re delusional.” He shakes his head.

Bucky shrugs, leaning back in his chair as he takes one final look at you by the printer, bending over to reach the bottom compartment to pull out some more paper to refill it with. Your tits nearly spill out of your blouse a little from the gap you’ve left unbuttoned.

Fucking minx. And Steve has you all to himself?

“I’ll take it.” Bucky shrugs.

Now that was just unfair.

-

Bucky’s behaviour that day had left Steve feeling all weird. Jealous was definitely one emotion he was feeling.

Although, Bucky was his best friend and he trusted him with his life, there was just something about letting Bucky ruin you that didn’t entirely sit right with Steve. Because that’s exactly what would happen. Bucky would ruin you. Not like Steve hasn’t already- but at least Steve is soft with you.

Steve knows for a fact that Bucky would not be as tender.

And so, Steve did his best to keep you away from Bucky. For now, anytime he had a message to give Bucky, he’d do it himself. He kept you close by at most times or had you closely monitored via FRIDAY.

And when you weren’t working with him, he was keeping an eye on Bucky’s whereabouts instead. When you had a weaponry session, Steve even attended with the excuse of supervising because of a recent “incident”. There was no such incident. And Steve didn’t miss the way Bucky had to hold back from wrestling his best friend to the ground for cockblocking him.

But, despite this, Steve’s best was just not good enough.

-

You perk up at your desk as you hear the abrupt turning of the door handle and stare wide eyed at your boss as he enters through the door.

Steve offers you a sweet smile as he greets one of his favourite sights- you at your desk, “Hey, Sweetheart.” He beams, walking straight past you and over to his own desk where he needs to pick up a few things before his meeting with Tony.

You struggle to greet him in return, swallowing thickly before finally mustering a weak, “Morning, Steve,”

Steve furrows his brows softly as he turns to face you. You smile painfully at him, brows furrowing slightly as your fingers dig into the keys of your keyboard, “Is everything okay?” He asks worriedly, genuinely concerned since it looks like you’re about close to crying.

You take a moment to respond as you search Steve’s features for God knows what… perhaps knowing. When you feel a soft squeeze around your thigh, you jump slightly and clear your throat, “J-Just dandy.” You offer a fake smile as you go back to fake typing. The half written email now turning into a keyboard smash as you type nonsense.

Steve nods once, looking back down at his desk momentarily as he gathers his thoughts. Compiling his papers, he straightens them out before holding them firmly in his hand, willing his grip not to tear the pages on two.

“Sargent Barnes didn’t happen to come by, did he?” He asks on his way towards the door. You could’ve cried as he prolonged his stay.

Another squeeze of your thigh and you’re hiccuping, “Not that I know of.” You shake your head.

“Okay.” Steve nods finally, making a step closer to the door before he’s stopping again, “Are sure you’re okay?” You stare up at him with furrowed brows, feigning confusion but really you’re just in pain. Steve continues, stepping closer to your desk and you tense up, heart rate quickening, “If he’s said something to you or done something to you, you know you can tell me, right?” You nod briskly, trying to act as casual as possible. Steve then brings his hand up under your chin and you stop breathing for a moment as he leans in closer. One look down to your lap and you’re done for. You softly shut your eyes as his lips near yours, softly pecking the flesh of your lips a few times before retreating, “Good girl.” He praises and you have to hold the moan. He pulls away without a clue, finally nearing the door to his office, “Alright, I have a meeting, I’ll be back in time for lunch.”

You nod, “Have fun.” You muster finally as he disappears out of his office, shutting his office door behind him.

A pop off of your clit brings you back to your painstaking reality and you let out a small whimper that was at the back of your throat.

“Very good girl.” The brunette reiterates from between your thighs, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of you and his chin dripping with your arousal.

Meanwhile, right outside of the door, Steve doesn’t even need to have his ear pressed against his door to hear the lewd activities occurring right behind it. He knew the second he walked into the office and smelt his best friends cologne, mixed with your sweet slick, exactly what was going on.

“Fuckin’ punk.” He mutters, adjusting his raging hard on through his slacks before he’s storming off towards the conference room to have his meeting with Tony.

“Please,” You beg, “Steve won’t be happy if he finds out-“ No matter how good it felt, to have a man like Bucky between your thighs, underneath your skirt under your desk, devouring you like it was his last meal- you couldn’t help the guilt that settled deep within your stomach.

You betrayed Steve. What will he think of you? He’s obviously known Bucky a lot longer than he’s known you… it’s Bucky’s word over yours.

Bucky laughs against your clit, the action vibrating deep to your core and you try not to roll your eyes to the back of your head. Maybe if you hide your pleasure, he’ll stop… or at least Steve will somehow find out you didn’t enjoy it and thus, it wasn’t your fault.

But that’s precisely the problem.

You love it. It was taking absolutely every muscle in your body not to let out small sounds of pleasure as Steve roamed his office just before. It seemed almost that Bucky started licking, sucking and pumping much harder since Steve had entered.

Your thighs squeeze around Bucky’s head as he dives in once more. You’re just grateful Bucky had quietened the sloppy noises he was eliciting once Steve had walked in and you prayed and prayed to whatever God existed that Steve hadn’t heard anything with his great hearing.

Now that Steve is gone, you uncontrollably bring your hands down to Bucky’s hair. With your skirt now hiked up against your hips, you’re allowed easier access to his head whereas before, he had hidden himself underneath the fabric to conceal himself from Steve.

You whimper softly as his tongue laps mercilessly against your folds and his fingers pump in and out of you faster and faster.

Steve never went this fast. Hell, Steve hardly ever did both at the same time- a part of you wasn’t even sure that was possible but Bucky was quick to prove yourself wrong.

You really thought nothing of his entrance to Steve’s office. You smiled warmly up at him, letting him know that Steve wasn’t in at the moment despite it being obvious because of his lack of presence at his own desk.

But Bucky just smiled softly. And again, you thought nothing of it, but now it was all starting to make sense.

“Oh, that’s not a problem dolly.” He sweetly said, nearing your desk, “Guess that just means I get you all to myself.” He joked and you laughed innocently… stupidly.

He sat atop your small desk and you looked up at him expectantly. You couldn’t quite understand what it was he wanted from you if Steve wasn’t here. But if he simply just wanted to talk, then that was okay.

“He’s not overworkin’ you in here is he?” He asks light-heartedly and you huff a small laugh, shaking your head.

“No,” You blush, “He would never.” Steve treats you great… more than great. There are many benefits to working for Steve- but you couldn’t tell Bucky that. Even if he is Steve’s best friend, he can’t know about that…

“Well since you have so much free time, maybe you could start helping me out.” He picks up a random pen from your desk and starts fiddling with it, tapping it against your desk.

You stutter, “I’d have to ask Steve-“


“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” He cuts you off, “Steve and I share things all the time.”

You suppose that’s true. And plus, what could Bucky possibly ask you to do? Print out a few worksheets, help set up the obstacles and weapons for the other agents sessions? Easy peez.

“Okay,” You say tentatively though, “But if I get in trouble, I’m blaming you.” You joke as you raise a brow at him, smile breaking through your facade.

Bucky just blushes, raising his hands in defence, “I’ll happily take it.” You both share a small laugh then. But once it dies down, he’s pursing his lips, tilting his head. You’re too honed in on the doodles on your little notepad in front of you to pay any mind to it though. “Are you busy right now?” He asks and you scoff.

“Yeah, super busy right now.” You smile down at your page full of doodles.

“Well, then I have a job for you.” He says, hardly missing a beat. You look up at him, expecting him to still be seated atop your desk, but he’s standing now. You perk up, more attentive as he rounds the desk. You instinctively push your desk chair out a little as he gets closer to you- but that’s exactly what he wanted.

Your heart picked up a little as he neared and increased tenfold when he rested his hands on the arms of your chair, practically caging you in.

You could only smile nervously as you adjusted to his close proximity. The silence was killing you and his stare was even worse.

“W-What would you like me to do?” You ask, waiting for instruction.

He sighs comfortably as he slowly gets to his knees. You furrow your brows down at him as he moves his hands down to either of your thighs. You tense up almost immediately. You’re naive, sure, but you know for a fact that he shouldn’t be touching you there- so close to your-

“Just sit there and look pretty.”

The sudden curl of Bucky’s fingers cause you to gasp, clenching hard around his digits as they hit a spot only Steve had ever reached. Well, to be fair, Steve was the only person to ever give you such pleasure.

But you would be lying if you said what Bucky was doing to you didn’t feel good.

You can’t help but push Bucky’s head further against your core. He has no complaints as he suckles and flicks your clit with his skilful tongue.

You feel the familiar pressure building up in your stomach and alarm bells go off inside your head. But you don’t want it to stop.

God, you don’t want it to stop.

Your thighs loosen their grip around Bucky’s head as you let him devour you. His fingers no longer feel like blades and his tongue no longer a parasite. The guilt in the back of your mind slowly being eaten away by the pleasure overtaking all of your senses.

And Bucky does the same thing Steve does. He speeds up so fast you can’t believe it could get any faster and at the right moment too.

Your moans start turning silent as you arch your back off your chair. Your legs come up against your arm rests, allowing Bucky the utmost access to your flower.

Before your mind can curse you for referring to it as what only Steve was allowed to call it, you’re cumming. The elastic band that had been stretching inside of you finally snaps, a final lick of Bucky’s tongue and a curl of his fingers has you trembling around him, leaking out onto his tongue.

Your breath quivers as you stare down at the sight below you. Bucky laps up your juices, slowly pulling his fingers out of your weeping hole. He then moves onto his fingers, licking a few of them clean before he eyes you.

You’re honestly still in a state of shock, unbelieving that it all happened- wondering if its all just a figment of your imagination. Sure, you’ve stared a few times at Bucky, heart quickening whenever he’d handle you the way he did in training. But you’ve never thought about this.

It just felt wrong. Especially with Steve- oh, Steve-

Without warning, Bucky’s soaked fingers intrude past your plump lips. You whimper, unexpectedly around them as he plunges them further. You don’t gag, but you should’ve.

Oh, you should’ve. Why did you not? Bucky questions internally. Until he realises- remembers, really who he’s dealing with. And so, he can’t help the smile that breaks out onto his face at the thought. The sole idea that Steve has already trained you and your pretty little throat so well to take all of him.

Bucky’s eyes are enough to instruct you what you need to do to his fingers. You tentatively lick them clean, staring up at him in persistent fear. You feel as if one wrong move and he’ll do much worse than taste you. But you also have a feeling that is coming either way. Perhaps if you’re good, he’ll be gentle?

“Good girl,” He coos, relishing in the sight before finally pulling his fingers out.

You intake a much needed breath of air after having much of it robbed from you. You swallow thickly too, the residue you had cleaned off of Bucky’s fingers, a mixture of his saliva and your cum.

As you timidly stare at Bucky, you gasp sharply as he leans down and presses a final kiss to your clit. It’s overstimulating, but you hope it’s a kiss goodbye as he stands to his full height now.

When his hands begin to reach for his fly, however, your breath quivers. You start to shake your head, but before you can even beg no, he’s whipping his hard cock out of the confines of his pants and jerking it slightly.

You avert your gaze to stare up at him now rather than the terrifyingly large phallic before you. But as you gaze up at him, you’re not entirely sure that was the right decision as he smiles down at you sickeningly.

One of his hands comes down to prod at your chin, cupping it in his warm hand as he forces you to hold your stare up at him, “You better text Steve and tell him you’re too full for lunch.” He says and you furrow your brows curiously, letting out a small noise of confusion, “‘Cause I’m not gonna stop until I’m overflowin’ out of ya’.”

-

The second Tony had adjourned the meeting, Steve almost teleported to his office. He was lucky that Tony didn’t keep him back- but nevertheless everyone was a little surprised that he hadn’t stayed back regardless. He was the first person out the door- hardly kept it open for Natasha as he made a beeline for his office.

And he could already hear it.

He could faintly hear it in the conference room, everything. But it was quiet enough to drown out as he genuinely tried to regain focus. He just kept hearing muttering and a whimper every now and then that made his heart pick up.

So help Bucky if you’re hurt in any way.

As he gets closer and closer, he slows his steps so as to not look so suspicious. He makes sure no one is around when he opens his door. You know, because it wouldn’t exactly be the best thing to see- Steve’s secretary and agent being dicked down in his office by Bucky.

Outside of the door, his hand almost crushes the doorknob in his hand as he listens closely.

You blinked up at clock on Steves wall, right above the door and whimpered. It’s a little past 12… Steve is bound to be back any moment now. You squeeze your eyes shut, squeezing Bucky’s arm that you had been holding onto for dear life, “Steve’s… gonna walk in-“ You say so weakly you don’t even know if he hears you.

Bucky just laughs, hips never relenting, “Let him walk in.” He says and you softly gasp, “Let him see what a little slut you really are.” He brings a hand down to spank at your clit and you cry out- the pain and pleasure too much.

As if on cue, the door to Steve’s office had opened. If it weren’t for the small bit of light that flickered through the room momentarily, you wouldn’t have noticed, for you were too plagued with not losing yourself completely that any external noise fell on deaf ears.

Bucky’s hips stutter, but they never stop. Not even as he stares back at his best friend stood by the door.

Steve had entered the second he heard the slap, thinking the absolute worse. When he entered, and saw no possible way for Bucky to have slapped your cheek- both hands gripping either your thigh or hip tightly, he relaxed a little.

But there was no relaxing in this situation. Not when you truly had his best friends cock buried deep inside you.

Your gaze fixates on Steve, trying to speak. Trying to explain yet with no words eliciting. You offer pleading eyes, trying to convince him its not your fault. But you can’t read his features in return. He looks angry, but not as angry as you thought he’d be. If anything, he looks mostly jealous.

Your legs are spread open- almost far enough to cover the span of Steve’s desk as Bucky has you perched over the edge, scattered over all of the papers that had been neatly organised by yourself. Your dress is merely hiked up over your hips and from the angle Bucky has you- Steve has a view of everything.

“Just in time for the final showcase.” Bucky smirks, picking up the pace of his hips again and pounding back into your already bruised and battered flesh. Steve seethes as you almost lose focus on him from Bucky’s poundings. Your eyes fall hooded and your chest rises and falls much deeper now. But you keep you remain staring at Steve, though you’re unsure why or what even to do. “You really weren’t joking about this one.” Bucky breathes, a small smile gracing his lips as he runs his hand through his hair. He focuses his attention back to you and your breath hitches as he addresses you, “Show Stevie what I taught you.”

Your eyes widen and you gulp nervously, hand twitching. You look from Bucky to Steve and watch as Steve slowly nods his head once. What?

You gasp softly, but continue to watch as Steve’s eyes soften over and a much more comforting expression washes over him- almost encouraging you. Encouraging you to do as Bucky says.

You then look back at Bucky as you remove your hand from his arm. Looking back at Steve, you move your hand closer and closer until you reach your clit.

Steve’s eyes darken as he watches you begin a slow motion of your fingers, rubbing back and forth on your swollen, little clit.

By the looks of it, your pussy flutters around Bucky’s cock, as Bucky grunts softly. Steve knew the feeling all too well.

But, as Steve eyes his best friend’s cock that disappears inside of you, he sees red. His blood boils underneath his skin.

No fucking condom.

Clenching the folder tightly in his hand- so tight that his knuckles turn white, he mutters, “Don’t cum in her.”

Bucky stares down at his bare cock, before groaning, “But that’s no fun.” He whines, looking back at Steve, who’s far from joking or changing his mind. Bucky then sighs, figuring its the least he could do for Steve after doing everything else he did today, “Fine.” He mutters back.

Bucky grabs a firm hold on both of your thighs, fixing them around his waist before he’s absolutely taking over and pile-driving into your pussy.

You cry, hardly able to continue rubbing your clit as he pounds into you.

Bucky smiles at your weakness and takes over for you- putting up a front for Steve. Sure, he’ll take care of you- only when Steve is watching, of course. Perhaps if Steve wasn’t here and Bucky had you all to himself he would’ve bent you over his leg and spanked you silly for being such a dumb little slut.

The new angle Bucky places you in has him hitting further than he could ever before. And it’s far too much for you to handle. You throw your head back, fisting the wooden edge of Steve’s desk with one hand, with your weak hand still ghosting over your clit.

Bucky soon replaces your hand, pushing your limp one out of the way and using his own to rub at a much faster pace. His metal arm is cold against your skin, but you’re hardly concerned about it’s temperature as he rubs at a speed far beyond your comprehension. You’re not sure if it’s a result of his prosthetic or simply his strength- but Steve has never gone this fast before. Bucky’s fingers across your button feel like they’re vibrating, they’re rubbing so hard and fast.

When you gain the courage to look back over at Steve, he’s a few steps closer- sitting at the edge of your desk, arms folded across his big chest.

He’s just watching. Watching you get destroyed on his best friends cock.

You unknowingly clench when you look at Steve, driving Bucky further and further towards his edge. Bucky can’t even find it in himself to be angry that you’re probably thinking about Steve or wishing that he was Steve instead, because your sweet little pussy is all he could ever ask for.

Steve’s ear twitch at the sound of Bucky’s grunts and the fact that he’s still buried deep inside you, “Bucky.” Steve warns, threatens more like as Bucky almost cums inside of you because the second Steve speaks, Bucky is pulling out and jerking his cock over your core.

You bounce your eyes from one man to another. As Steve holds a scolding look on his face, and as Bucky harshly pulls out his cock and holds it over your cunt, it’s all so much for you.

His hand that’s still rubbing on your clit speeding up one final notch sending you over the edge just in time for Bucky’s first spurts of cum to land over your cunt.

You let out the loudest whimper of the day, back arching and eyes falling shut as the dam finally breaks. Your chest falls slowly as your head lolls against your shoulder- your mouth falling open out of pure exhaustion and need for more oxygen.

Bucky uncontrollably tunnels his vision on the thick dollops of cum that now rest over your pussy, mouth watering at the sight alone. He goes feral honestly, which is why he can’t control himself when he brings his metal fingers to clean up a puddle off of your skin and shove it into your mouth.

Much like Steve, you’re taken aback by it, but do your best to obey as Steve stands and in two big strides is pulling Bucky’s hand out of your mouth, “Alright, enough.” He pushes Bucky’s shoulder playfully- to which the brunette just sighs as he stumbles back into one of Steve’s armchairs in front of his desk, hard cock still out.

Once Bucky’s body is no longer between your legs, you immediately squeeze them together, concealing yourself as Steve approaches.

You dip your head nervously, avoiding his gaze slightly as you try and sit up straight.

He plucks a few tissues from the box on the corner of his desk before he delicately moves your legs bag apart. You honestly flinched at his touch, your mind convincing you that even though Steve had watched the whole time, had encouraged both you and Bucky and only stepped in when Bucky was about to go against his wishes, you still felt like he was mad. Or what you did was wrong. Because… well, it was. No matter if Steve approved or not, it was wrong.

“I’m sorry.” You find yourself mumbling, eyes cautiously raking up his frame, guilt ridden inside of them.

Steve halts his actions as he takes you in, before shaking his head and cleaning you up with the tissue, “It’s okay.” He wipes away Bucky’s cum from your cunt, gentle around your clit, knowing how sensitive it would be, “Remember when I told you that this would be our little secret?” He suddenly asks and you nod, “And I told you not to touch or let anyone else touch you? Only me?”

You blink up at him, slowly remembering the conversation word for word, “… O-Or Sargent Barnes if I’m lucky.” You quote him. A part of that speech that had flown over your head in the moment, but is making so much sense now as you look over at Bucky tucking himself into his pants blissfully.

“Yeah,” Steve nods, reaching for your hands softly to wipe them clean from your own slick, “Well, he got a little… impatient.” He says, placing emphasis on the word ‘impatient’ as he gives Bucky a once over. Steve turns back to you, pulling your dress down from your hips. He was about to question where your panties were, but knowing Bucky as he did, he had a faint idea of where they were. Meanwhile, you’re stuck in your own little world, processing all of Steve’s words. He knew this whole time… it was always going to happen, eventually at least and Steve was totally okay with it. Steve noticed the far off look on your face, so he brings a hand up to cup your cheek and pull you back to him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand, I thought it might be a nice surprise.” You smile softly- it was definitely a surprise! Not exactly a nice one. “He’ll take care of you.”

Bucky’s eyes darken as you make brisk contact with them. Yeah, he’ll take good care of you. Only when you deserve it, of course. Which, Bucky isn’t sure you always do- maybe to Steve standards, but certainly not to Bucky’s.

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[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 181 & 182

Welcome to Weeks 181 & 182

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 40 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Jungle Cruise- (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Give Me a Name - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Stray - (Steve x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Enjoying - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Promises - (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) - @nano--raptor

Santa Baby - (Bucky x Reader) - @gogolucky13

Christmas Compromises - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Rose Petals - (Frank C x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Daisy chain - (Steve x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Big girls don't cry - Part 1 - @holylulusworld

Tutor - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Unsavory - (Pete x Reader) - @labella420

Heat Inducing - (Steve x Reader) - @navybrat817

Obedience - (Lloyd x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Built Differently - Pound the alarm - (Stucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Collared part 29 - @spnexploration

Collared part 30 - @spnexploration

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 1 - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Switched Sides - Part 1 - @deliciousangelfestival

Your Mark On Me - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Back in my Arms - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

The Dad Diaries: Welcome Home - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Juxtaposition (Part 2) - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Spoiled - (Andy x Reader x Ari) - @stargazingfangirl18

Swell with pride - (Lloyd x Reader) - @biteofcherry

Fallen Together - (Bucky x Reader) - @gotnofucks

Snow bunny (1) - @holylulusworld

Dark Concepts - (Andy x Reader) - @hansensgirl

Bind - (Frank C x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

His Inheritance - Part 31 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Secret reunion - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

she's a good girl - (Andy x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

The Rest of the Year - (Bucky x Reader) - @pellucid-constellations

black shirts and soggy cereal - (Bucky x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers

Oh, Little Cottontail - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

Blood magic - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Burn - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Shelter - (Robert P x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Drip - (Stucky x Reader) - @biteofcherry

Slip Inside - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #destroyer!chris x reader #frank castle x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #stucky x reader #curtis everett x reader #andy barber x reader #ari levinson x reader #robert pronge x reader

[nickfowlerrr]

trust me -

chapter one

series masterlist / chapter two

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader (dark!steve/soft!dark steve and bucky/soft!dark bucky)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. smut. non consensual voyeurism. mentions of paranoia and anxiety. light hair pulling. mention of overstimulation. m masturbation. unprotected sex. +18 ONLY. (if i’m missing something important pls let me know!)

words: 5.7k

notes: the smut is atrocious i apologize in advance 💀 i’m really excited for this series - i hope you guys are too! as always, feedback and comments are welcome and appreciated! thank you for reading 🖤

“Steve?” your voice fell into the quiet surrounding you as you called out into the dark, turning to look behind you, though you weren’t sure you wanted to know what may have been waiting. Worry and fear coursing through your veins as you could have sworn you heard footsteps coming up from behind. Panicking internally, you didn’t know if you should freeze or turn back around and run as fast as you could manage. After a second, you found yourself doing neither, instead taking a small step forward, in the direction of the noise you heard, in the opposite direction you had been heading.

Why? You didn’t know. Maybe deep down, you were hoping it was him. To finally put an end to all of this. Maybe you had some sort of death wish.

But no, you weren’t suicidal. A masochist, maybe.

Or maybe you just couldn’t really believe it was him. It couldn’t be. You were so careful.

You had been so careful.

Taking another step, you held your breath as you tried to squint into the darkness. You couldn’t see anything. There was nothing to see. You were alone. Of course you were alone.

You were paranoid as anxiety ate at you. You spun around and continued forward into the pitch black night, only trees surrounding you as you tried to orient yourself in the thick forest you found yourself in. You had made sure not to bring a lot with you. You were armed only with your backpack, the clothes on your back, shoes on your feet, and the biggest jug of water you could find at the house.

You’d removed all devices you had previously had on you, left your tactsuit behind, too. You didn’t know what had trackers and what didn’t. You didn’t know what to trust so you left nearly everything behind.

Did you have any clue where you were going? No. But you knew you had to go somewhere. You had to get out of there. You had to get away from him. From them, you forced yourself to correct the thought.

It had been two weeks since you had been sent on a solo recon mission. It was easy. Simple. Safe. Or it was supposed to be, at least.

It was also highly confidential. Steve had given you specific instructions as to what you could discuss, nearly nothing, and who you could tell about your assignment, essentially no one. It seemed like it was only him and Bucky who were in the loop at the time and though you were iffy on not keying Stark in, Steve assured you it was for the best. That everyone who needed to know would know when the time came.

And he wouldn’t even tell you the whole story. That should have been your sign to know that something was up. The second he called you in, you just knew something was off. He was acting so differently. Everything in you was telling you that something wasn’t right, but you ignored the feeling. You were known to be a bit..overly cautious. It was something you were working on. And of course the one time you decide to ignore your intuition, this would be the situation you find yourself in.

You had arrived at the safe house the night before you were set to head into the small, unsuspecting European town where the supposed “marks” were working. The more you thought on your assignment, the less sense it made. You tried to brush it off, tried convincing yourself it was the lack of information you were given that was making things seem as unclear as they were. And who were you to question the Captain America? You were still fairly new to being in the field, still recovering from your last mission..from the attack. You were in no place to question anything right now, and certainly not from the man who helped save your life mere weeks ago. He trusted you with this assignment and you should be thanking him for getting you back out there, even if this assignment was a little too easy, it was more than you had to do lately. You just had to locate their base, take some pictures, and report back to Steve. It wasn’t complicated, and there was nothing to worry about..

Still, there was a nagging voice in your head and an odd feeling in your gut trying to tell you that something was wrong.

You made yourself a quick dinner with what you had found in the cupboards and the surprisingly well stocked and kept fridge. The house was certainly one of Tony’s better ones. It seemed like more of a vacation home with how nice it was. And though it was certainly in a more desolate, hard to find or access area, it was still gorgeous. You stared out the window while you ate, looking into the trees that surrounded the place. It was dark out. Still, serene. The view was captivating. But out of nowhere, you were taken out of your peaceful state and almost dropped the plate you were holding when you thought you saw someone outside.

It was a blur, but you could have sworn you saw a glimmer of, well you weren’t sure, but you swore you saw something. You were instantly on edge and grabbed your pistol as your eyes scanned all around the outside. You slowly approached the back door and shoved it open before stepping outside and checking the perimeter of the house. The coast was clear and you didn’t see or hear anything other than the insects and birds that were nearby. Walking back inside, you locked the door behind you and proceeded to check every window and the front and side doors to ensure they were locked as well. When you were satisfied, you cleaned up your small mess and decided on a shower to calm your nerves. Shaking your head at yourself, you sent a quick message to Steve to let him know you were at the safe house and would be heading into town the next morning. You threw your phone on the bed and as you pulled your shirt over your head, thought you heard a door squeaking open. As you shifted your feet, you heard the floor squeaking beneath you and chided yourself for being so jumpy for no reason.

You walked to the bathroom and started the water, letting it warm up as you continued to undress. Once you were done stripping, you got in and tried willing yourself to relax.

You were just about finished showering when you heard your phone going off. You finished up quickly, rinsing off and jumped out of the shower to grab it. You weren’t paying much attention to your surroundings and you didn’t see him waiting for you. Even if you had, though, there was no way you would have been able to escape him. He was too fast. Too strong. And he knew your weaknesses better than anyone.

The shriek you let out when his arms wrapped around your vulnerable body from behind you was piercing and utterly useless. Your hands instantly found him as his head fell to your shoulder while he laughed. You heavily exhaled your breath, shakily as you tried to ground yourself. The feeling of warmth and flesh under one hand and hard vibranium plates under the other, paired with the laughter you could recognize anywhere was like a bucket of cold water being thrown on you, but a relief and comfort in the same breath. You elbowed him in the ribs, but it did little to phase him.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he laughed. “I had to,”

“Yeah, that’s really fuckin’ funny, Bucky,” you bit. “Let go of me, jackass,” you huffed as you tried to struggle out of his arms, still completely naked and your body wet from the shower. He clearly couldn’t have cared less as his hold on you only tightened while you hit at him and he continued to laugh. As angry as you wanted to be, you felt you couldn’t. You hadn’t told him everything about the attack that night. He couldn’t have known how affected you really were by his little scare, how fucked up and unfunny it was to you. You were sure if he had known, he’d never have done it. In fact, you were sure he’d never have let you come out here by yourself in the first place if he knew. That’s part of the reason you had decided not to tell him the whole story. There was no point in worrying him over it.. Steve had said much the same when you were on your way home after it went down.

“Aw, you get scared so easily, don’t you, princess,” he said teasingly, clearly amused with himself.

“Bucky, let me go, seriously! I’m dripping wet,” you complained as you struggled away from him..

“I’m counting on it,” he responded smoothly as he spun you around and shoved you back, causing you to fall onto the bed before he crawled on top of you.

“What the hell are you even doing here? How did you get here?” you asked, annoyed, as you tried to roll out from under him.

“Steve sent me. There’s been a change of plans,” he said nonchalantly as he kept you exactly where he wanted you, eyes hungry as he drank you in and his hands ran up and down your soft skin.

“What change?” you muttered out as you writhed beneath him, his fingers tickling you as he brushed over your sensitive areas knowingly.

“Don’t know. He said he’ll fill us in when he gets here,” he said into your neck in between kisses.

“Wait, he’s coming here, too? That doesn’t seem..like, strange at all to you?” you asked as you again tried to get him off of you.

“I’m not worried,” he said coolly. “All he said was to meet you here, let you know that your assignment and mine are both on hold and that he’ll be here as soon as he can. We just have to stay put and wait. And there are certainly worse orders to follow and worse places to be locked down at. Trust me,” he said as he pulled away from you, only to move back in to kiss you.

“He’s not gonna be here until tomorrow night at the earliest. I can think of a lot of things we can do to kill the time,” he said against your skin. “And I missed you so much, baby,” he murmured.

“Missed you, too, Buck,” you replied weakly. You were tired and honestly still a little upset, maybe shaken was the better word, but you didn’t want to talk about it. Or think about it for that matter. Instead you found yourself pulling him closer to you by his hair. You stared into his eyes, trying to reassure yourself of your safety. You had nothing to worry about, especially not with Bucky here. After a moment, you pulled him into another kiss.

Bucky was back on top of you, letting his hands wander wherever they pleased, taking full advantage of your lack of clothing.

“Buck,” you breathed.

“Hm?” he hummed against your skin. You moved to sit up and he backed off slightly, helping you. You were now propped up against the pillows, making yourself comfortable before you moved to spread your legs around him, putting your entire body on display for him. His eyes glided down your body before they dropped down to your glistening pussy and he groaned at the sight, letting his hands glide down your body until they reached the top of your thick thighs, squeezing the supple flesh of your hips.

“Take your clothes off,” you told him wantingly.

Bucky wasted no time in doing exactly that while you looked on, admiring the flex of his muscles as he removed his clothing. He was right back on you in the blink of an eye, wearing a smirk that could kill.

“Say no more,” he simpered as you laughed before he kissed you once again. Deep and loving and exactly what you needed. He pulled away from you, his blue eyes dark, breathing heavier as he slowly made his way down your body, taking time to lavish kisses and lovebites to every inch of skin he could.

You moaned when he took a nipple in his mouth, suckling on you while his hand played with your other breast, tugging and pulling at your nipple, causing you to wince at his touch. His hands slid down your tummy and returned to your hips, pulling you closer to him before he placed soft kisses all over your stomach, paying special attention to your marks and scars while you let your head fall back and your eyes shut in pleasure, your fingers winding themselves into his hair. He made his way lower until his lips were on your clit, instantly causing you to moan out as he sucked.

His tongue darted out past his lips, licking at you expertly before he moved further down, bringing his left hand to your entrance. Using his thick fingers to rub at you, he smeared your wetness around before he pumped two fingers inside of you.

“You’re so fucking wet, princess,” he admired. “You miss me?” he asked tauntingly.

“Mhm,” you nodded desperately, fingers tugging at his hair, urging him back to where you needed him to be. “So much.”

“Good,” he said before moving his fingers deeper inside of you until you cried out as he was curling against you perfectly. He let you have your way as his soft lips returned to your clit, sucking harsher than he had before, tongue teasing you as he fucked you on his vibranium fingers. You were a mess of moans and whimpers as he played you so easily. You were clenching down on his fingers the closer he brought you to your orgasm, and he had you begging for him to make you come. It wasn’t long after that he had you crying his name and tugging his hair to get him to stop the overstimulation. He pulled away from you, licking his lips as he looked at you like you were an angel sent from heaven above.

“I’ll never get enough of you, you know that?” he said, gently removing his fingers from you and bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean while you stared at him, mouth agape. He leaned back over you and crashed his lips into yours, the taste of yourself on his tongue had you keening as you pulled him closer.

“I love you,” you breathed against his lips.

“I love you more,” he rasped before finding your lips again, his arms wrapping under you, hugging you to him. You could feel his hard length against your thigh, throbbing when you gently nipped at his lip and let your hand wander down his torso softly before your fingers delicately teased his cock. His eyes squeezed shut, his pink lips parting as he let out a sharp exhale, letting you do as you please.

You stroked his cock as you peppered kisses down his throat. Taking your time and relishing the sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips, raining praises down on you and moaning your name. You were smearing his precum around the head of his cock, pumping him faster, when he cursed, sounding like your touch burned him. You couldn’t help your little smirk when he nearly whimpered as you let go of his length.

“Please, baby,” Bucky choked out, looking at you with pleading, ocean blue eyes.

You flipped around, forcing Bucky to do the same so he was against the pillows now and you were above him, eyes locked on his, blue swimming in lust and need, you were sure yours looked much the same. You held his face in your hands, pulling him to you, noses brushing when you kissed him with everything you had to give. Trying to get across how badly you needed him, too. Though his arrival was unexpected to say the least, you couldn’t have been more grateful to have him here.

You always felt safe with him, you knew you were safe with him. And that’s what you needed, after everything. You needed Bucky. You’d spent all of a few hours with him the past week and you didn’t realize how badly you’d been missing him. He finally pulled away from your kiss, his hands finding your face in return, eyes full of concern now as he searched your face.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he cooed, voice gentle, wanting to ease you, but commanding enough to get you to meet his gaze.

“Nothing,” you breathed, shaking your head. “Nothing’s wrong. I just- I’ve really missed you,” you deflected. You almost felt bad for not telling him everything, knowing he’d want to know, but you weren’t fully lying to him, either. You really had missed him. “I need you, Bucky.” you mewled, lowering yourself down onto him, grinding your ass against his cock, earning a pained moan from him that turned into a hiss.

“I know, baby. I know,” he told you. “I need you, too,” he panted, moving your hips back so that his cock was better positioned at your entrance. He slid his dick against your pussy, up and down, as his head nudged deliciously at your sensitive clit. You couldn’t help yourself and started moving against him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you. You sat higher up, kneeling over him now. You gripped his thick length and positioned him at your slick opening before slowly sliding down on him, moaning out at the instant stretch as Bucky gripped your wide hips, his rough hands moving to knead your ample ass, relishing the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him.

You began riding his dick, slow and achingly for both of you. You couldn’t get enough of the feeling of him inside of you, the nudging of your clit against him with each grind of your hips. Bucky’s hands moved up to your chest, squeezing your heavy breasts in his hands before he leaned up and buried his face in them, licking and kissing your nipples, being encouraged by the way your walls squeezed him even tighter at the sensation. When he pulled away from your chest, he pulled your face down to his, pulling on your hair to do so. His lips crashed into yours heatedly. He gripped your hips once again, taking control of your motions now, and thrusting up into your tight heat. You cried out at his first few thrusts, the sound muffled by his tongue exploring your mouth. He didn’t let up and you soon found yourself grinding back onto him, meeting his every thrust. His hands slid up your back, holding you while he continued fucking up into you, the sound of your flesh slapping against his with every thrust and your moans and cries mingling with Bucky’s grunts and pants filling the room.

“You’re so fucking good, baby. Such a good girl,” he praised through heavy breaths. “You take my cock so well.”

You mewled again at his words and found yourself on your back in a heartbeat as Bucky flipped you both over again. Your legs instinctivelly wrapped around him as he fucked into you, hitting so deep. You felt near dazed, drunk of the high of him, you swore you could see stars. The glide of his thick cock inside you was overwhelming, bordering on too much to handle. You didn’t think you’d be able to hold your orgasm if you tried. “I’m so close,” you whispered. “Mm, ‘m gonna come, Bucky, I’m gonna come.” you crooned.

“Come for me, princess. Wanna feel you squeeze me, baby. Let go for me,” he coaxed as he rocked his hips against you, the motion stimulating your clit. That was the last little bit you needed to push you over the edge, to let go completely. You came with a shout, crying at the sheer euphoria, legs tightening around him as you did.

The grip you had on his cock had Bucky coming almost immediately after you, which let you know he had been close for a while and fought off his own orgasm to ensure you came first, like he always did. Your pleasure was always his number one priority. He made it well known to you from the very first time you slept together, and every time thereafter.

You felt like you were in heaven, Bucky’s heavy body atop you, your hands running soothingly up and down his back as you both came down from your highs, his head buried in your neck, both of you trying to calm your breathing. After a few minutes of lying there, Bucky tenderly pulled out of you, placing a kiss on your forehead as he got up from the bed and moved into the bathroom. You heard the sink run for a second and Bucky was back before you a moment later. He gently cleaned you up with a damp rag and then himself before he settled back down on the mattress. You smiled lazily at him as he pulled you into his arms. You laughed at nothing, just the feeling of happiness bubbling its way out past your lips as you nuzzled into his chest, his warmth surrounding you as he pulled the comforter around your intertwined bodies.

“That was really good,” you sighed.

“That was amazing,” he grinned in return.

“You’re always amazing,” you told him, looking up to meet his eyes, needing him to know how sincere you were.

“Such a sweet talker,” he laughed at you, causing you to smile in turn. You rested your head against his chest again as his hands now ran soothingly up and down your back.

“I’ve missed this. I feel like we haven’t had any time together lately. I’ve missed just being with you, ya know?” you murmured.

He hummed in response, placing a kiss a top your head.

“I know. I’ve missed it, too. But we’re gonna have time together now. No missions to get in the way, nothing to worry about.”

“Until Steve gets here,” you responded glumly.

“We’ll still have each other when he does,” he reminded you. “It’ll be nice, all of us getting to spend time with each other.” You furrowed your brow as you took in his words..

“Working isn’t really the same thing as spending time together,” you argued.

“No, I just meant, you know none of us have really seen each other much lately..” he tried to explain. You didn’t really get what he was saying, but didn’t want to start an argument over nothing.

“Okay,” you allowed. “I just meant that I miss you. Alone time with you. Just you.”

Bucky looked at you, eyes filled with something akin to guilt. “It’s okay, though. We’re both busy, it’s not like it’s your fault,” you wanted to assure him, ease any sense of guilt he might have had.

He smiled weakly, kissing your forehead again, holding you a little tighter.

“This’ll be good for us,” he whispered into your hair. It was only going to be a day you’d have alone with each other, but you figured he was right, it would be good for you both. Might as well make the most of what time you had together before Steve arrived and you were back to focusing on the mission. Whatever it really was…

The rest of your first night at the safe house was spent entirely wrapped around Bucky. Your cuddling turned into making out that turned into soft cockwarming that inevitably turned into sex, again and again. He showered you with his love and sweet words, drowning you in his affection. Making sure you knew how much he’d missed you. How much he cared for you. You weren’t sure what time it was that you eventually fell asleep, but it was well into the early hours of morning.

Your lack of sleep, however, had no effect on your alarm. It was nearing 8:30 when you begrudgingly forced yourself to get up, prying Bucky’s arms from around you in order to do so. You had showered last night but that clean feeling was long gone now. You knew you smelled like sex and sweat and you were sure the sheets and blankets did, too. You made a mental note to wash them as soon as Bucky got up, figuring he’d sleep for a little while longer. That wasn’t the case, you realized as his hand grabbed yours when you moved to walk away from the bed. You looked back at him and his eyes were still bleary with sleep as he tugged at you.

“Where you going?” he asked, voice thick with sleep.

“To shower,” you said quietly, running your free hand through his messy bed head.

He groaned before he let go of your hand and propped himself up. “I’ll join you.”

An hour later you were toweling off and putting your clothes for the day on as Bucky took the bedding to the washer. The very expensive washer. You made a comment about how upscale this safe house was compared to what you’d had to stay in before, how it seemed more like a vacation home instead. Bucky just let out a light, awkward laugh, “Seems that way.” Weirdly avoiding looking at you as he grabbed the comforter off the floor and went to the laundry room.

You watched him as he left, curious, but choosing to focus on finishing getting ready.

If you let yourself think too long about why you were here in the first place, you started to get a little ancy, bordering on paranoid - like you often did. But knowing that Bucky wasn’t concerned or worried helped quell those feelings. You trusted him and his instincts, so if he didn’t think much of it, you knew it was probably all in your head.

It didn’t take much longer to finish up in the bedroom, and you headed to the kitchen. You walked in on Bucky on the phone, when he saw you he seemed to cut the conversation short with a, “fine, we’ll see you when you get here.”

“Steve?” you asked as you moved further into the room.

“Yeah. He’s gonna be here around eight,” he responded, running a hand through his hair.

“Did he say anything?”

“About what?” he asked, looking at you.

“The mission? Like, what we’re doing out here in the middle of nowhere, not telling anyone what we’re doing or why,” you said, growing agitated at the feeling of being in the dark in regards to whatever was going on.

“Don’t stress, sweetheart. He’s gonna tell us all about it tonight. Let’s make breakfast,” he said, wanting to get your mind off of things.

“That’s another thing,” you started, not wanting to let this go so easily. “This place is fully stocked with perishables, don’t you think that’s odd?”

“Baby, your mission has been planned for two weeks. Steve probably had a contact bring stuff over before you got here so you’d have edible food.”

“But I was only supposed to stay here one night, two tops,” you returned. “There’s enough food to last at least four people for a good week or two.”

“Maybe someone was supposed to be coming in after you. You’re not the only agent in the world, ya know?” he tried to joke, but his brushing off of your thoughts rubbed you the wrong way. You decided to go outside, clear your head hopefully.

“I’m gonna go walk around for a bit,” you said.

Bucky was in front of you in a flash, blocking your way.

“You can’t,” was all he said.Your eyes narrowed as you looked up at him.

“I can’t?” you repeated, growing more annoyed.

“No. I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna worry you, but Steve said we need to lay low. No comings or goings until he’s here.”

“Bucky, what the fuck is going on?” you asked, exasperated.

“We’ll figure it out when Steve gets here, okay? I promise.” He reached out to rub your arm, but you shrugged back, avoiding his touch. Eyes hard as you examined his face intently, your eyes searching his.

“I know you know something, Bucky.” You stated, not an ounce of doubt in your voice.

“Baby, please. Just trust me.” He said, almost pleading, but with the subtle hint of authority his voice naturally held. You swallowed the lump in your throat at that. Willing yourself to calm down. You did trust him. With everything you had, you trusted him.

You stepped closer and took his face in your hands, making direct eye contact, gazing into the deep blues of his eyes, making sure he was fully seeing you and hearing you before you spoke.

“You know I trust you. Please don’t give me a reason not to.”

He was looking right back at you as he nodded his head and you slipped your hands from his face, taking a step back from him. “Okay, then,” you huffed. “Make me pancakes or something.”

His face brightened instantly as he smiled at you, looking relieved. “Your wish is my command,” he replied smoothly.

You tried to let the gnawing feeling that something wasn’t right go, but it was still there in the back of your mind. You cooked and ate with Bucky at your side before you set to wash the dishes as he went back to the laundry room to put the bedding in the dryer.

You met back up in the living room, deciding on a movie to pass the time as you cozied up with him under the throw blanket. The day passed a lot quicker than you had hoped it would, knowing your alone time would come to an end soon. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy being around Steve, you did, you’d just been away from Bucky for so long you wanted to stay in your own little bubble with him for as long as you could. This little glimpse into what domestic life with Bucky would be like made your heart soar and had you looking to the future with brighter eyes than you had before. You made lunch together then cleaned up and found yourselves getting lost in one another again as Bucky had you up against the counter, pushing his weight into you as you kissed each other greedily. He spun you around and bent you over the counter top, slipping his joggers down and your sweats down right after. Your toes were barely touching the floor with each thrust Bucky made into you. Your hips would be sore later from the harsh pounding against the wood, but the pleasure lighting through you had you not caring in the slightest. If you had been paying more attention to your surroundings, if your eyes hadn’t been squeezed shut in ecstasy as Bucky took you from behind, maybe you would have taken notice of the little surveillance camera that was hidden across the room, pointed right at you.

On a quinjet about five hours away, Steve watched as you came undone on Bucky’s cock. He couldn’t resist from pulling himself out of his pants as he looked on, slowly pumping his own stiff cock, desperately wanting to know how it’d feel if it was your hands stroking him, or your mouth sucking him dry, or your cunt wrapped around him as he fucked you. He was cursing and growling as he pumped himself faster and tighter, watching as Bucky carried you to the couch, positioning you perfectly, giving him the best view of you as you and Bucky started round two. He could hear your moans and cries along with Bucky’s panting and dirty talk while he got himself off. As he continued watching Bucky fuck you, he finally let himself go when you came for the third time, Bucky following shortly after. He cursed under his breath, regaining his breathing as he cleaned his mess and zipped his pants back up. Letting out a heavy sigh as he looked on at Bucky kissing you adoringly, you cuddling into him. He couldn’t wait until that was him, too. Until he was there with you, showering you with all the affection he’s had to keep to himself - and Bucky on the rare occasion they had any time alone. When he wasn’t on a mission or training, he was with you. He tried hard not to resent him, he knew it was all part of the plan, but he was having a harder and harder time seeing you two together when he couldn’t have either of you the way he wanted.

He had been waiting so long to finally get you out there. To finally get his share of your affections. The last mission you were on was too close of a call. He almost lost it completely and that would’ve ruined everything. He hadn’t even told Bucky what really went down, just that he couldn’t keep waiting forever. Despite Bucky’s protest, claiming you still needed more time to get introduced to the idea, Steve went ahead with his plan anyway. Bucky might be a little pissed at him for this whole scheme, but it’d work out for all three of you in the end. He was sure of it. He really couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be there. To be with you. Five hours. Just five more hours.

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Old Skool #1

summary: steve introduces bucky to a girl he’s sure they’ll both like

warnings: dark themes, non-con/dub-con elements, mentions of drug use, reader deals/struggles with mental health, dealings with trauma, single parenthood, single mother reader (has a genius 4 year old), slow burn (kinda), blackmail, stockholm syndrome, angst, more tags to be added…

(1) Are You Gonna Go My Way?

You were tired when you walked into the studio.

A visible tiredness that you tried to combat away with coffee and a poppy seed muffin. Hiding a yawn behind your hand, you shuffle yourself and your materials to your sloppy desk. Papers, pens, and spilt paint littered along the surface.

Not only was sleep pulling at your eye lids, you were running behind with only ten minutes to spare before your workshop class entered.

Luckily your classes were small and intimate, but you tried to keep up with protocol. Unloading your canvas bag onto your chair you exhale deeply. Moving around the spacious classroom, you lay out trays, paintbrushes, water cups and napkins.

You walked along the spaces between the desks, remembering as close to detail how your students preferred their table set up — a nuances you’ve developed with time — muttering along to the lyrics in your head. Satisfied with each desk, you huff and pivot, talking out your headphones to prepare for the next task.

The easels are the toughest to move, and that’s exactly how he found you, struggling with the second one. Your hands ached as you pulled the metal and wood.

“Hey, need a hand?” The friendly lilt in his baritone voice gives you a jump. You look over your shoulder and smile at him, “Hi Steve,” His grin widens, his presence is palpable as he nears the usual desk he sits at, “you’re early.”

Bashful, he rubs the back of his neck and sets down his bag of items before approaching you. You step back, stifling another yawn behind your hand, “Thank you-“ your yawn breaks through making your speech slightly garbled, “I would’ve had this set up earlier but I had a late morning.”

“It’s no problem,” He grunts as he lifts the easel, “Where do you want it?” His blue eyes bright and striking as he looks for your instruction. You’re stricken at his gaze, mouth blubbering like a fish before you speak. “Uh, a quarter ways by the window,” you point to the window on the right of your desk.

Steve places it down before going to the wall where they normally rest. You direct him where to put each one, slowly slinking to your desk to devour your coffee and muffin.

Steve asks after you, a small line marring the skin between his eyebrows. You feed him the same lies, that you’re just tired, had a late morning. His gaze is lingering, not that that isn’t unusual, but this time there’s something… you brush it off. Not allowing yourself to ponder it.

When the classroom is set up, you’re at your desk going over the lesson plan, nibbling weakly at your muffin. “So Y/n,” Steve slowly walks over, “what do you have planned today?”

Glossy eyes meet his, “Um,” You pause, trying to find your words, “Color theory, I think it’s a nice way to wrap up the unit.”

Steve nods thoughtfully, “Walk me through it?” his lips curve into a small smile, contagious as you mirror his. “Y-Yeah, uh, it’s pretty simple. We’ll go back to the basics in a sense,” you swallow and look away, his gaze troubling to hold.

You pick at your hands, toying with the frayed ends of your long sleeve, “We’ll start with our primary colors, red, blue, yellow, and from there our secondary and tertiary etcetera,”

You explain briefly complementary and monochromatic colors just as a few more faces trickle in. Your eyes shift and you nod a small greeting to them as they go to their tables. Conversation bubbles in the otherwise airy classroom.

“Hey teach,” A dazzling smile turns your attention. “Hey Mikey.” You blurt, readying to turn your attention back to Steve.

“How ya been?” He walks over with an apple in hand placing it over a dried-paint covered tray. His regard for Steve is non-existing as he moves in his way. You tightly smile to hold back your yawn and cringe, “I’ve been good, sleepy, but okay”

There’s shifting at the corner of your eye, You turn your gaze to Steve. The taller man looks tense in his features, silently walking off to his table and easel of art materials. Worrying your lip you look back to Mikey, “anyway, you?” You politely return the formality.

“Ah you know, I’ve been good but my mornings are better seeing you.” He flirts, leaning over your desk and in turn leans over you. “Since this is the last class and the unit is over…” the invitation is left in the air as he studies your face intently, his grin softening.

You rub below your eyes, tilting your head. “Yeah?”

Mikey’s smile is wolffish as he shifts on his feet. “Let me take you out to dinner? Take a trip upstate?”

Your attention is drawn to Steve as he stands, and adjusts his easel. He watched your attention, the hardness in his eyes a noticeable difference from the brightness that had you in awe. When he meets your gaze, your words evasive as you answer Mikey, he winks, a smirk on his lips.

“So, it’s a no?” Mikey stands in front of your line of sight. “C’mon, I think we have great chemistry-“

“It’s not that, I’m just… things are weird for me right now.” You let him down easily. You stand slowly from your chair and move around him. Mikey looks at you for a moment.

“It’s the Captain isn’t it?” He prods, standing in your way. “I mean, yeah he’s a hero, but what about the average guy…”

Your brows tighten over your darkening eyes, the implications in his words not lost on your ears. “Mikey… I don’t care for titles and accolades-“

“Sure you don’t.” Scoffing under his breath he steps back, “but you won’t go out with me?” His eyes lighten in a way that makes him look like a petulant child.

With a sigh you pull at your sleeves. “Like I told you last class, would you want to deal with a bunch of baggage that has nothing to do with you?”

“This is different, it’s just a date-“

“A chance you’ll take to sleep with me. No thank you Mikey.” You tighten your firsts in your sleeves, hoping your voice is as firm as your hold on the fabric in your palms. “Please, class is starting.” You look past him and meet Steve’s eyes.

There’s a buzzing in your ears as his worried gaze flips between you and Mikey, his lips form the same question and like routine you shake your head ‘No’. Discouraged, Mikey sulks to his seat.

You inhale on an eight-beat count. Then you exhale. Shifting from behind your desk you wave to the last few stragglers. You stand in the middle of the classroom.

Pushing aside all the rage that goes on in your head, you put on your best smile and begin your introduction into the lesson plan.

“So,” You twist your smile nervously on your lips, “color theory. I know pretty basic,” You chuckle at the few minor groans you get. “But, it’s the last class, so let’s take it easy.” Again you find yourself looking at Steve, his eyes attentive and glinting.

—

You trip on the curb as you walk to your car. Wincing, you lean against the car, slowly rolling out your ankle. Conversation flows around you as students of all ages mingle and flow like traffic on the highway.

Unloading in your trunk, you limp partially to the drivers seat and drop inside. You reach for the box of cassette tapes and shuffle through them. You pick your hair-rock mix and pop it in the player.

A grin rolls over your lips as ‘Dr. FeelGood’ roars in the speakers. You’re off on your way, switching lanes in traffic and cutting through the city to get home. Your fingers tap along your steering wheel, head bouncing to drums and bass of the classic song. All could be considered well, had you not been fighting tears.

Whew, just a few more minutes… and then I’ll get to my little girl. You blink back your tears as you think of your little girl. Her bright smile, wide curious eyes. She was a ball of sunshine, a radiant bright child. She was amazing and was always the highlight of your day.

Your on a narrow two way road, obeying the speed limit as you keep an eye out for the street the preschool is on. Behind you an impatient driver beeps his horn and flashes his high beams.

“Uhh, it’s really not that serious dude,” you mutter under your breath. Quickly you glance at your rear view mirror, you mentally document the car: model, color, first three digits of the license plate.

Flipping on your blinker you turn. As you maneuver your car the one behind you swerves around you dangerously.

Your heart thunders as you slam on the brakes. Adrenaline spikes in your system as you switch the gears of your car and jump out. Your vision tunnels as you spot the neon green leaves and hot pink flower petals. Sprinting to the entrance of the school you shout at your daughter to get back from the curb as the psycho driver swerves past the school bus.

Furiously your heart pounds against your ribs as you cringe. The drivers bumper and tire hit the curb, metal grins against metal as they narrowly miss your daughter.

“Nineve!” You holler, crashing to your knees as you grab her up. Her little hands squeeze your sides as she struggles in your hold.

You feel clammy as you pull her back. Eyes search for any sign of distress or injury. Turning her cheek this way and that, you ask if she’s okay, if she’s hurt.

“Mommy, mommy,” she whines. “I’m ‘kay, mommy i’m ‘kay.”

“I know, but that really scared me.”

“I’m ‘kay, look.” She breaks free from your constant searching. She spins around, showing off her pretty dress and colorful book back. “See mommy? I told you.”

You shakily exhale, wiping your cheeks and nodding. “I see, I see,” you reach for her and she stomps her little feet to you. Her chubby hands grab at your face squeezing your cheeks. “Mommy, did you get ‘nough sleep? You look t’wired.”

“Yeah, mommy is fine but her nerves are definitely shot.” Her cheeky smile is contagious as you lift her in your arms.

Her teachers and a few bystanders come to check on you. Some give condolences while a few try to get ahold of authorities.

“My goodness, people are just so crazy these days.” One older woman gossips to her neighbor. “Oh the poor girl, is your sister alright?” she turns her attention to you.

“No, I’m mommies baby.” Nineve shows off her toothy grin. You kiss her cheeks and hold her tightly. “She’s alright.” You reassured the older woman.

You and Nineve wave goodbye to the little crowd. As you walk to your car Nineve tells you all about her day. She enthused over the Dr. Seuss books she read during rug time, then came music time and she becomes even more animated as you strap her into her car seat.

Reaching into her bag, you grab the extra apple juice and one of her snack pouches. You secure both with her, kissing the top of her head as she continues.

“Then guess what mommy? We had station time, Ms. Periello taught us all about the dinosaurs.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes mommy! We learned about the triceratops,” She struggled to pronounce the word, the sound of it incomplete with her missing front teeth. “I think that’s my favorite dinosaur.”

“Oh! when I was your age my favorite was the tyrannosaurus rex-“

“The T-rex! An a-apex predator!” She hollers, kicking her little feet against the passenger chair. You chuckle and coo for her to calm down.

She’s bouncing for joy as she finishes telling you about her day. “…And then that crazy man almost hit me with his car, but mommy how was yours?”

You hum, flipping your blinker before turning on your street. “It was pretty good. A nice way to end the class. We worked on color theory and I left the class to paint freely.”

“Mommy are we going to paint when we get home?”

“We could if you like.”

“Yes, I like that very much mommy.”

“Okay kiddo,” You smile at her through the rear view mirror, putting your car into park before shutting off the vehicle. As you exit, you round the car and goto the right, back passenger seat. Unstrapping Nineve, you give her her book bag and lock the car.

She sings the hook to ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ and by the time you’re unlocking the front door she’s hollering the song. Proudly you holler along with her, waving to your neighbors as you close the door.

Nineve acts like your twin, stepping out of her shoes in time with you. She hangs her jacket on her rack of hooks, just as you hang up your jacket. She holds your hand as you walk over to the cubbies. She puts her bag in her cubbie, and you put your canvas bag in yours.

—

A clamor and the sound of a cars engine sputtering causes you to jump out of your sleep. Your skin is sweaty and clammy, the soft thin sheets and thick blanket clings to your skin. The central cooling hums, cold air chilling you.

You blink away the sleep in your eyes. Stretching your limbs you reach for your phone checking the time. 9.03 AM. You throw back the blanket and start your treck to your daughters room, you look down the hall to the front door, looking past the glass out to the street on the other side. A man is hunched over a large truck. The hood of the car is propped while smoke flurries in the air.

Just as your about to turn in the opposite direction, clamoring in the kitchen gives you pause. “Nonny?” You call out.

“In here mommy.”

“In here?” You whisper under your breath. “Baby what are you doing?”

Her little hums lead you to her. “I’m making break-fest.” She grins at you as she puts forks next to two plates.

On each are two eggo waffles drizzled with chocolate syrup, a mixture of blueberries and leftover roasted potatoes from dinner. Your eyebrows shoot up your face as you look at your little girl.


She fixes a few dandelions in the vase, centering the table before sitting down. “Sit mommy, your breakfast will get cold.”

“Uh-“ you take a seat slowly. “Baby, you… you did all this?”

“Yes, I got up early.”

“Why? I could’ve made us breakfast.” You fold your hands together bowing your heads, you say grace and then begin to eat.

Nineve watches you carefully, eyes bright in wonder as she watches you eat. “It is good?”

“Yeah,” you smile, “It’s really great.”

“I wanted to surprise you mommy,” She stabs her waffle and takes a huge chomp out of it, getting chocolate sauce on her lips and chin. “You said you were t’wireed.” She speaks around the food in her mouth.

You smile and eat some more of your food. “That’s so sweet of you.” You look around the kitchen at the mess. The leftover containers are out and opened, she forgot to close the freezer door. The utensils draw is open and microwave has chocolate sauce stains. The out of place table chair makes you chuckle as you take in the scene. “You did all this?” you whisper in wonder.

As you ate, you could hear the man outside curse profanities. You lean back in your chair, head poking out to the hall but you could barely see. You stand up, ready to check when the coffee maker chimes.

“Oh! You’re coffee,” Nineve chirps. She wiggled out of her booster seat and pushes the out of place chair closest to the coffee maker.

“mommy don’t forget your coffee.” She grins and hands you the steaming mug. “Thank you baby,” you kiss the top of her head and she jumps down to eat her breakfast.

You fix up your coffee the way you like before setting down the mug. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to see if that guy outside needs help.”

“okay mommy!” she sings, squishing a piece of potato between her fingers before nibbling it. You place another kiss on her head before leaving her side. You stand in the doorway for a moment, assessing the situation before closing the front door behind you.

“Hey,” You jog down the few steps and cross the short lawn to him, “Spark plug troubles?” you guess.

The man grunts, bumping his head before lifting to his full height and facing you. Being starstruck lasted a second before you blink, clearing away the invisible fairy dust around your eyes before looking into his eyes again.

He smiled sheepishly, “How’d you know?” The sun glints off of his left arm, metal glaring as he rubs the back of his neck, hissing as the burn.

You bite back a chuckle and step closer. Pointing at the smoke you wave it away from your face. “The smoke isn’t as dense as a burned out battery.”

You peer over the top but grimace, “I’ll be right back,”

You jog up to your driveway and open the garage door, you move quickly grabbing the stepping stool before jogging back. Prepared, you step up, ready for hands on work.

Your maneuvering is almost expert like, continuity in your movements graceful as a swan. Leaning back, you show him his spark plug, “Dunno how you missed this; but it’s been cauterized severely. You need to replace it and clean up the ash or the entire system will be fucked,”

You jump down from the stepping stool, analyzing the damaged spark plug. “I’m talking new reworking, replacements the whole nine yards..”

“How do you know so much?”

“Trade school, Advanced automotive tech,” You shrug.

“And the plug?”

“No cauterizing from inside the engine, definitely tampered.” You turned around to look at him, He stood at the garage door watching you.

His steely eyes are focused, sharp as he inspects you. “I’m surprised though,” You turn away and climb up your supply shelf, using your tip toes to balance you on the shelf.

“Why?” His voice sounds closer, you hear him tinker in your tool box.

Looking over your shoulder you eye him, only looking away when you spot smudged ash on his jean pants. “Avengers tower is about fifteen miles from here, with a plug damaged like this, you’re not making it a quarter of a mile,” you mutter, digging in your spark plug box. “let alone anywhere..”

Searching out a plug the same size as the one in your hand you continue, “the truck would’ve broke down, maybe even cause a fire. Lucky, I guess.”

There’s movement closer behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when you feel the ghost heat from his angry metal hand.

“Mommy where is the watercolor paint?” Nineve asks. You peer over at her, focus in your features. “Check my desk.”

Her dark eyes matte. Focus on the man you assumed to be behind you. “Mommy,” she whispers, eyes slowly drifting up to you. “It’s okay nonny, go get the paint, I’ll be inside soon.”

She frowns at you but resigns. Nineve opens the door that connects the house to the garage wider, her gaze focused on the famous man. “I’ll be right inside mommy.” her eyes narrow as if to threaten the goliath.

When she slowly disappears behind the wall in the hall you chuckle. “Believe it or not she’s only four, ah! there you are fucker.”

You turn around to him, not fazed by the look of surprise on his face. You step down the shelves, coming up to his chest as you hold on the damaged plug. “I can install this if you’d like Sergeant.”

“Call me James-“

“James. Got it… well?”

His face reddens, lips parted to speak until he’s interrupted.

#dark!stucky #dark!stucky x reader #dark!stucky x black!reader #single mom! reader

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Monstertober Day 7:

Shrine built of lies

Pairing: Occultist!Stucky x Victim!/captured!Reader

Warnings: Non con!!!, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Death, reader is a sacrifice, knife play?, mentions of blood, public sex, voyeurism, humiliation, implied cult, mystery demon, choking, blood kink, Dark!Stucky, p in v, oral (male receiving) , spitting in readers mouth, dacryphilia, manipulation, betrayal of trust

Nicknames: Doll, Dove

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Who do you guys think the mysterious demon is? It’ll be revealed tomorrow 😏 and I may make a sequel of this featuring the aftermath and this particular demon 😈

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

From behind your eyelids you can feel a blaring light on your face, your body is uncomfortably warm; sweat rolling down your temple, your clothes damp—sticking to your body almost as if it was a summer afternoon, but it was October. Your mouth feels as if it’s stuffed with cotton wool—you move your tongue around and swallow to generate saliva, but a painful ache radiates in your throat as you do. There’s a mass of indistinct mumbling, so intune that it’s like the thrumming of a hive of bees. You keep your eyes closed, moving your hand across the cool stone feeling a smooth, waxy residue as you soak up the coolness. You don’t remember falling asleep and you definitely weren’t in your house, you think you must have fallen asleep during your lunch break.

Sluggishly you open your heavy eyelids, squinting as the light dominates your vision. Slowly you adjust, opening your eyes fully and you let your eyes wander around you. You’re surrounded by people in black robes, they’re hanging over you; they’re black hoods covering their face as they chant. You’re surrounded by heaps of long, white pillar candles, the hot wax dripping onto the stone slab you were laid on. You try to move your arm but the jangle of a chain pauses your movements, the copper scent of your own blood reaches your nose; your wrists are rubbed raw from you moving in your sleep. The people stop chanting and begin to shuffle away from you, moving as if they are all sewed together—so synchronised that it’s horrifying. As they move away you can see more of your surroundings. Intricately carved, Chalky, white pillars decorated with crooked crosses and dripping taper candles. You were in a cathedral, facing the massive wooden doors. The people at your feet began to part, allowing you to see two men approaching briskly. Their black robes more ornate than the others; decorated with silver and red embroidery, jewels and rosaries. At the bottom of the altar they split, one going to your left, the other going to your right. They pushback their hoods allowing you to see their faces, your eyes go wide.

“Hiya, Doll.” Bucky’s familiar smooth Brooklyn accent reaches your ears, and even though you’re chained to an altar, in clothes that are not your own and he and Steve are more than likely responsible. Your face burns and you begin to tingle, your hole fluttering in response to his voice.

“Did you have a nice nap, Dove? You made our coffees just how we like them, you were so preoccupied that you didn’t even notice Buck slipping something into your own drink.”

They were responsible.

You knew they were, but hearing Steve confess made the betrayal sting just a bit more. As if they were twisting the knives they’d both stabbed in your back. You had made these two coffee everyday for almost two months straight, you got to know about their childhoods; how Bucky used to protect Steve when he was scrawny and used to get into street fights, you learnt they joined the military together and now they lived together. You trusted them. They were the favourite part of your shift and now they've betrayed you. The guilt took the form of a lump in your throat as tears brimmed your eyes. You thought they liked you, you thought they were flirting with you—that they wanted you to be a part of their lives. Tears rolled down your burning cheeks “Don’t cry, Doll, you’re safe. You’re with us Steve and Bucky, history professor and personal trainer. That’s the lie we told you wasn’t it? Or was that the last one?”

“Aw Buck, look at her. Her whole world’s fallin’ apart. Be gentle with her, or don’t it’ll be more fun if you’re not.” This Steve was completely different from the bashful, kind man who frequented the coffee shop you worked at. They both were, they were completely different, the dichotomy was terrifying. The fact they had both been so deceitful and created completely alternate personalities just to be able to kidnap and kill you for some freaky cult made the anguish inside you boil into indignation.

“What the fuck is going on!?” You screeched the venom left from their treachery laced in your words.

Bucky slaps you harshly across the face “Don’t use that type of language. Doll. It’s not ladylike, and it’s especially inappropriate in this place of worship. This is a sacred place for the Holy Army of Hydra. We didn’t lie completely, after all we were in the army and now we’re in a different kind of army.”

One of the cloaked followers breaks from the line and scuttles over to Steve, whispering into his ear “Bucky, it’s almost time. We need to start the ceremony soon, or it’ll be too late.”

“What ceremony?”

“That's why you’re here, Doll, you’re our virgin sacrifice that we’re going to corrupt and then offer to our Lord.” Your mouth hung open as you stared at him wide eyed in disbelief. Bucky stroked his rough knuckles against your soft cheek as he shushed you “Shhh, there’s no need to be scared, Doll. You’re gonna be helping us and you’ll feel so much pleasure before we end your pathetic, meaningless little life. All you did with your life was make coffees for minimum wage, you won’t miss livin’ much.” His honeyed words only made your eyes leak more, he gave you a twisted smile as you began to sniffle your tears turning into full on sobs “Keep going you're makin me harder. I love it when they cry.”

“You’re so pretty when you cry, little Dove. I just wanna hit you more. Maybe strangle you, watch you choke on your own congealed spit and tears.” You shied away from his touch as he reached for your neck, but you couldn’t go far thanks to your restraints “Just one of my hands fits around your entire neck” he gave a little squeeze, smirking as you coughed and then he flashed the warm smile he gave you when he first entered the coffee shop two month prior. The smile that made you instantly fall in love with him, the smile you saw in your dream when you imagined your future with them both. He gave you that smile and tightened his grip, they both laughed as you flailed your arms about—trying to reach him to get him to stop, as you began to choke feeling all the oxygen quickly drain from your lungs. You were gasping for air like a fish out of water and then he let go “Breathe. You’re gonna need it, Dove.”

“And Now loyal followers! We will begin the ritual, close the circle around us. Don’t let go of each other's hands or you’ll make our Lord angry, so no matter what you must hold hands and not break the chant. Begin.”

Bucky ran his hand across the smooth surface of the altar as strode to where your feet were. He climbed on to it, using his strength to bend your legs at the knee, even despite your resistance, and positioned himself between your legs. The white chemise bunch at your hips leaving your bare pussy on display for all to see. “You’re dripping for us, Doll. Do you like being watched? Do you like being captured and held against your will? Does the prospect of being released from the painful existence of this mortal coil excite you?” You furiously shook your head, biting on your lip to suppress a whimper as he ran a hot finger through your folds “Your body is honest, why aren’t you?” He held out his slick covered fingers to Steve and he gladly took them into his mouth.

“So tasty, Dove.” He praised, turning your head on its side to face him “Open your mouth, suck me off. No teeth.” Hesitantly you opened your mouth, Steve slapped his dick against your cheek leaving sticky precum on your in it’s wake before shoving his full length down your throat. You gaged around him, making your throat restrict around him; you could feel every single vein on his shaft and you felt it twitch as you gagged again. Steve groaned in response, taking a handful of your hair as leverage as he abused your throat.

The pain in your jaw was overridden by the blistering ache of Bucky’s thick dick splitting you open. You choked as you tried to scream, digging your nails into Steve’s thigh till you drew blood. The action only made him quicken his thrusts.

“Fuckkk. She feels like silk, Stevie”

Steve swiftly pulled his member out of your mouth and walked over to the end of the altar behind Bucky, his throbbing, wet dick bobbing against his pelvis as he walked. “Change position, I want to feel you around me.” Steve orders, the dominance in his words making the man tearing you apart bite his lip. He complied, shifting his position of being crouched on his knees, to him placing one hand next to your head and using the other to drag your legs around his hips; so he could still thrust into you whilst presenting himself to the approaching blonde. Steve crawled behind him kneeling down, he spat on his fingers and smeared it on Bucky’s clenching rosebud, giving Bucky the care and gentleness that the brunette had skipped over before he shoved himself inside you. “That’s it, open up for me Buck. You’re always so tight when I fuck whilst you’re getting your cock squeezed.” Bucky choked out a moan as Steve scissored his fingers, his thrusts stopped momentarily when Steve slipped inside.

His fist next to your head pounded into the hard stone of the altar as he let out a low moan “God, Steve…F-feels great. She’s really squeezing now, do you like watching Steve fuck me, you little pervert?” His tittering was cut short as Steve began to thrust, making his hips involuntarily move in tandem. The chant of the cultist faded to white noise as pain eventually became pleasure. Bucky’s thrust became less brutal and more loving as Steve thrusted into him slowly and rhythmically, his hands caressing Bucky’s body over the robe. A pleasurable heat swept through you, your clit tingling as Bucky puffed warm breathes down onto you “Get lost in the pleasure, it’s not so bad after all is it.”

“I-I h-hate you.” You whined as the head of Bucky’s cock nudge against the sweet spot inside you. Your mouth opened in a silent wail and Bucky spat into your open mouth.

“Swallow my spit. Be- ah Be grateful.” He scowled at you as he waited expectantly, you did as he said swallowing down his spit “Such a good Doll.” He cooed, his praise made you keen and tighten. Bucky slammed into you brutally, chuckling at your yelp. You were so embarrassed, but God if it didn’t feel good. You had completely forgotten about the circle of chanting people surrounding you. The only thing that existed right now was Bucky, Steve and the pleasure they were drawing from you.

“cummming! Gonna cum!” You exclaimed feeling the heated tingle in your lower belly becoming unbearable.

“Cum. Do it. Make Buck cum, so he can make me cum.” Steve’s deep commanding voice was the final push you needed for your eyes to roll back into your head and your pussy to constrict around Bucky making him cum with a whimpered fuck, pouring so much of his hot cum into you that it began to leak from adding to the puddle of your juices below your hips. Steve wasn’t far behind; forcing Bucky back into his hips with such force you thought he’d dislocate his hip as he came.

Your vision slowly returned, and just as you were no longer seeing only white, from seemingly nowhere Bucky pulled out a highly decorated, sharp dagger and carved a heart into your chest. You yanked at your restraints screaming like a banshee as the knife cut through your flesh, the agony only intensified when Bucky dipped his head and sucked at the fresh wound. He pulled away, licking the blood from his lips, as if it were simply red wine. Steve leaned over towards Bucky, capturing his blood stained lips in a passionate kiss. Moaning as the metallic taste of your blood entered his mouth, his scar littered hands take hold of the dark fabric of Bucky’s robe pulling him closer so he can devour Bucky’s lips; his tongue searching for traces of your blood whilst entangled with Bucky’s. Steve breaks the kiss, leaving Buck a panting mess on top of you, and he dips his head down to the incision Bucky made over your heart sucking blood from the leaking wound like a starved animal making you scream as he pulls at the damaged skin with his teeth. Bucky cards his fingers through Steve’s golden hair as he feasts “That’s it Stevie drink your fill, she tastes so delectable doesn’t she?” Steve hums in response sending vibrations through the throbbing cut making you squeal “You need to stop so she doesn’t pass out before the ritual is complete.” He tries to remove Steve but he growls at Bucky giving him a dark, animalistic scowl as he digs his nails into the skin of your arm “Punk. I said let go.” Bucky yanks his hair making Steve stop and come up from your chest, his face smeared with your blood.

“I’m hungry, Buck. Her blood is so fucking good. I’m hard again.” He mumbles, taking his hard cock into his hand and pumping it.

Bucky slips off the altar and pulls Steve close, running his tongue across Steve’s bloodied cheek and then starts sucking your blood out of his beard; whilst rubbing the pad of his thumb across the slit of Steve’s dick. “They’ll be time to feast on her more later…and take care of other things, but right now we need to complete the ritual. Practice patience, like the Lord commands.” They parted ways again, both returning to their respective places—Bucky on your left, Steve on your right. They both took hold of the dagger, raising it high so the warm light of the candles cast fragments of light around the cathedral

“Please! No! Please!” You cry, whimpering as you try to curl your body away from the path of the knife.

“May our Lord receive our offering.” They both chant, plunge the knife into your throat. Steve immediately lets go, but Bucky pulls out the knife and makes a slit horizontally across your neck. Blood spurts in streams from your neck, like an elegant fountain in a town plaza. The men chanting raise their heads and push back their hoods—moving in unison. They all collect some of your blood onto their fingers and draw a symbol on their foreheads “May our lord receive our offering.” They drone simultaneously. A cold rush of air blows through the cathedral, all the candles blow out leaving them in utter darkness.

“James. What’s going on?” Steve’s voice quivers as he asks, turning his face towards Bucky to try and look into his eyes from comfort. It was impossible to see.

“I don’t know. Steven. None of this shit is meant to be real.” He spat, nerves sending a wave of goosebumps across his skin. His hand sought for Steve’s, entwining his fingers with his for some security. He knew Steve was going to be pissed at him, he thought it was all real after all. It was meant to be fake and only Bucky was meant to know that.

Steve opened his mouth to speak but a booming voice began “Your Lord has arrived. I thank you for the gifts, but I think I want a few more. Maybe all of your souls will suffice.”

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Week 48 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 48 2023 or Week 204, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 48 2023:

Kinktober day 17 (Stucky X Reader) by @lillian-gallows ❤️

Fic (Brock Rumlow X Reader, Winter Solder X Reader) by @itwasthereaminuteago🖤❤️

Say it back (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @fandoms-writings 💙

Learn my lesson (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki ❤️

Kinktober day 18 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lilacliquors ❤️

Halloween is the perfect time for tricks—and treats (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey 🖤❤️

Dating pre-serum Steve Rogers would include (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @she-who-writes-for-multi-fandoms💚

This love part 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lives-in-midgard💚

Seven minutes part II (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann❤️

Inside her fantasy part I (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @georgiapeach30513 💚❤️

An old life (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @astyrial💚

Fic (Stucky X Reader) by @madeforstarker💚

Forbidden fruit (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sebastianstanisahotmf ❤️

Dysfunction or wrong direction (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @l1tw1ck ❤️

Drean a little dream of me part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @paperweight91💙

Happy ending (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imtryingbuck💙

Real life tasks with Ransom Drysdale (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @wiypt-writes ❤️

As sweet as cake 6.1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💚❤️

Dark nights (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @kinanabinks 🖤❤️

We’ll always protect you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nicoline1998enilocin 💙

Kinktober day 18 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @gatorbites-imagines❤️

Morning glory (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @lavykitty❤️

If I could give you the moon (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sunvmars 💙❤️

Promises left behind part 2 (Sirius Black X Reader) by @moim0i 💚💙

All I want for Christmas is you (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚

My knight in white (Marc Spector X Reader) by @flightlessangelwings ❤️

Steve fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @biteofcherry❤️

Back and forth prologue: flash forward (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💚💙

#Annie recommends

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Chapter 3: Stuck-y in another universe

Pairing: 40s Stucky x reader

Word count: 3.0k

Warnings: angst, kissing, Steve and Bucky being in love, implied smut m/m, Steve and Bucky figuring out their sexuality (kind of), guns, bullets, if I missed something let me know

A/N: I am so excited to be part of this project. I hope you like this chapter and make sure you check out the previous ones!

Series masterlist

Ch 2

Feeling a light in your eyes you groan loudly turning you frown “Oh no…” You manage to open an eye and realize it happened again, your heart sunk as you realized you were not in the hotel room with Dean, but where were you now?

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The room you found yourself in was dark, with just a sliver of light coming from above you. But that’s not what scared you. The shouting, gunfire and explosions outside did. It felt like a war zone, or what a war zone in a movie sounded like. You felt around until you found a wall, then you moved until you felt metal and hoped it was a door. With the door handle in hand you take a deep breath and twist it open.

The noise was a lot worse in the hallway. Above you the lights flickered and the building shook. There were two options, stay in the room you were in or walk out and hope to find someone that was willing to help you. After talking yourself into it you step out into the hallway. Another explosion rocks the building. The further down you go the more the chaos comes into view. People were shouting at each other but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. It wasn’t until you were just about to round the corner that you could hear better. They were speaking another language, was that German?

An ungodly shriek was ripped from your lips when a bullet hit the wall beside your head. Some soldiers surrendered while others went down fighting. When the smoke cleared you were left in awe. Standing in front of you in a ‘V’ formation were the Howling Commandos. Captain America was front and center with his shield in one hand and his gun in the other. His eyes landed on you as the last of the enemy soldiers hit the ground. He turned his head and said something before he lowered his weapon.

“Hello, my name is-“

“Steve Rogers.” You cut him off.

Behind his cowl his eyes go wide and he shoots another glance over his shoulder.

“How do you know that?”

“I uh…” you stare at him for a moment. How are you going to explain this situation to him? “It’s kind of complicated.”

“You’re in the middle of an enemy base. You’re either with them or their prisoner. Which one is it?”

“Neither.”

“Doll, we really don’t have time for your mind games here. The people in this building are dangerous. Are you with them or not?” Bucky stepped forward and looked at you.

“No. Absolutely not. I could never.”

“Ok, then why don’t we get you out of here so that you can explain how you got here.” Bucky stretched his hand out for you to take which you did.

He pulled you towards him as he looked you up and down to check for any injuries. Being satisfied he didn’t find any but confused by what you were wearing, Bucky escorted you out.

Outside the smell of gunpowder and blood hangs in the air. There are destroyed cars and tanks all over the place. The building looks like it’s falling apart and the banners that hang on the side of the building are black. The insignia being a red skull and tentacles. You gasp as you take it all in. This is the third place you've been pulled to and you still weren’t used to it happening. The ‘jumping’ was exhausting. It didn’t help that you’re not sure how long you’ve been gone either. Has it been a few hours or a few days?

“Ok, let’s start with the basics. What’s your name and what are you doing here?” Bucky asks. Steve stands beside him and eyes you cautiously. The starry eyed look in your eye throws him off.

“My name is Y/N and I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

You sigh and explain to them how you had gone out to get food and when you walked into the restaurant you were in a different universe. Then you explained how you were getting help and it happened again and then one more and now you were standing in front of them.

“That’s impossible.” Steve shakes his head.

“More impossible that you going from 90 pounds soaking wet to this.” You gesture at his much larger frame. “With the help of the serum that Erskine injected you with. Or the fact that you’re fighting hydra lead by a guy named Red Skull, which by the way is such an unoriginal and stupid name.”

Bucky bites back a smirk.

“How do you know any of that?”

“Because the universe I’m from, you’re comic book and movie characters. All of this is just a story.”

Steve and Bucky look at each other completely confused before they look back at you.

“If it makes you feel any better you two are my favorite.”

“I’m not sure if that does, doll.”

“Well we have to get you out of here. In this universe this is a real war. Do you know when you’ll jump again?” Steve asks softly.

“Unfortunately no, it just happens. That last time it happened, I was sleeping.”

Steve nods as he looks around trying to come up with a plan.

“You’ll have to come with us for the time being. Have you ever been on a motorcycle?”

“Nope.”

“Well it’s your lucky day.” Bucky says as they guide you toward a few motorcycles just outside the base entrance. He throws his leg over his motorcycle and offers you his hand. “Alright, you’re going to have to hold on tight. We’ll be driving for a while and the paths aren’t smooth.” You smile and take his hand before you realize it’s his left hand. The smile you had falters slightly but you move quickly hoping he doesn’t notice.

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It had been hours since you found yourself in the middle of Germany in the 1940s. Now you were on the back of a motorcycle hanging on to Steve for dear life. Every so often he would place his hand over yours as a way to keep you calm. They had been sweet, both Steve and Bucky had ensured your comfort even in such a horrible situation. Finally after riding for so long the commandos came to a stop in front of an abandoned cabin. If it were with anyone else you would feel uncomfortable that they’d veered off the main path and into the forest but you felt safe with them.

“We’ll have to camp out here for the night.” Steve says as he helps you off of the motorcycle. “We still have a day's journey before we meet up with our contact. He’ll take you somewhere safer than this place is.”

“And who is he?”

“You’ll meet him soon enough.”

“You mean Howard Stark?” You ask.

Again Steve looks at you bewildered but nods.

“Don’t freak out on me. I just want to know if things here happen the way they do in the movie version.”

“Yeah Stevie don't freak out on her, punk.”

“I’m not freaking out, jerk.”

You smile as you look between them and they stop their bickering to look back at you.

“What?”

“Nothing, you’re just doing the thing.”

“How much do you know about our lives?”

You think and then tell them everything up to them both of them being in the howling commandos. Without knowing how revealing the future could affect them you leave out the things that haven’t happened yet. The nervous glance they gave each other completely escaped you.

“Wow. That is a lot of information. Not all of it is correct though.” Bucky murmurs before he opens the door to the cabin that has been checked out by the other Howlies. He motions for you to walk in first.

“Sorry, again I don’t mean to freak you out. But honestly I’m such a huge fan. You guys are great.”

Steve gives you a small shy smile as he places his shield against the wall. Two Howlies stand guard outside while two start a fire in the chimney.

“We’re going to see if there are any blankets for you but seeing as this place has been abandoned for a while we’re not sure what we’ll find.”

“It’s ok, I appreciate that you’re even accommodating me.”

Bucky winks at you before walking up the stairs with Steve following. The wooden structure creaks under their weight. Without much to do you sit and lean against the wall near Steve’s shield and close your eyes.

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You woke up suddenly, startled and afraid that you were in some other universe. After wiping the sleep away from your eyes you looked around and were surprised to find that you were still with the Howlies. There was an old tattered blanket draped over you and you knew it must have been Steve or Bucky that had covered you up. As quietly as you can, you get up and peek out of one of the windows. From there you can see Falsworth standing guard, in the rest of the room are the Howlies except for Steve, Bucky and Morita. You wondered if they were all out in watch but then you heard footsteps above you.

Without a second thought you walk quietly up the stairs and toward the end of the ill lit hallway. You open the door thinking you’d find Steve and Bucky trying to sleep but what you see is much more interesting.

Steve has Bucky pinned against the wall, their lips meeting in a frenzied and desperate dance. Hands moving gracefully to remove clothing. You must have stayed there longer than you realized because Bucky pushes Steve away. There’s a panicked look in his eyes when he looks over at you. Steve’s cheeks flush pink when he realizes they’ve been caught.

“I am so sorry.” You whisper before you start closing the door.

Steve holds it open and gently pulls you inside. Behind you Bucky is trying to redress himself.

“Please, you can’t say anything. Our careers would be over, we would get thrown in jail or asylums over this.” Steve held your hands and squeezed. His eyes were full of fear as he looked from you to Bucky.

“What? No I won’t say a word. Your secret is safe with me I promise.”

“Really? Just like that?” Bucky asks cautiously.

“Yes, just like that. Might I remind you I’m from a different universe and different time period. Two men being in love isn’t punishable by jail time or being thrown into an asylum. I mean there are still people that won’t accept it but for the most part you have the freedom to love who you want to.”

Bucky’s eyes soften as he looks at Steve. A sad smile plays on both their lips. A silent understanding that they’ll never get to be together freely passes amongst the three of you.

“I’ll go and give you guys some privacy.”

You smile when you watch them hold hands before you walk out Bucky speaks up.

“Thank you. It feels good that someone knows and doesn’t hate us for it.”

You give them a little wink and shut the door behind you.

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The following morning after a quick breakfast you find yourself holding on to Bucky while you ride through Germany. At this moment you have to wonder if you’re dreaming or something. Things like this don’t happen in your reality. More importantly you’re still debating on whether to tell them the truth about what’s going to happen in the very near future.

The roar of the motorcycles begins to die down as you make it to a small mostly untouched town. It’s filled with allied soldiers running around. At the end of the road the Howlies all park their bikes at what seems to be a small hotel.

Once everyone is off their bikes they’re met with Colonel Phillips, Howard Stark and Peggy Carter. All eyes were on you but you couldn’t be surprised you stuck out like a sore thumb.

“And who do we have here?” Howard stepped forward first, his hand stretched out in order to shake yours. “Name’s Howard Stark.”

“Y/N.”

“That’s a lovely name.”

“Laying it on a bit thick there aren’t you, Stark?” Bucky walks up and stands beside you.

“Where did you find her?”

The question came from Peggy. Her gaze moved from your feet all the way up as she scrutinized your very existence.

“At a hydra base.” Steve says as he also stands a bit closer to you.

“So she could be the enemy. We have to lock her up.”

“Like hell you will.”

“You’d have to go through me.”

Bucky and Steve both speak up at the same time.

“I’m sorry gentlemen but we can’t let someone that was in a hydra base and we know nothing about, run free.”

“I will take responsibility for her.”

Everyone’s eyes were on Steve.

“I’m sorry but I can’t take your word for it.”

“Seriously?” You speak up. “You have the literal worst track record for not listening to Steve and he’s proved you wrong time and time again dude.”

“Dude? Do I look like a dude to you?”

“Well actua-“ your response is stopped by Bucky’s hand over your mouth.

“Sir if you don’t mind we’ve been out in the field for weeks. We’d really like to clean up and have something to eat.”

“Fine. But she’s staying in your room so that you can keep an eye on her.” Phillips huffs before turning around and stomping away.

“Steve, might I have a word with you?”

“Of course Peggy.” He says before looking over at you and Bucky. “Why don’t you go ahead, I’ll catch up with you.” He sends a small smile your way before following Peggy into what seemed to be the makeshift office.

****

“I’ve never missed a bed so much in my life.” You mutter as you fling yourself on the full sized bed.

It wasn’t the best thing in the world but sleeping on the floor and then sitting on the back of a motorcycle for two days was taking a toll. You sigh as you close your eyes. Bucky chuckles but moves to lay down beside you.

“So is there someone special that’s worrying about you back home?”

“The only special person waiting for me is whoever answered the phone when I placed my order for takeout.”

Bucky turns his head to look at you with a smile.

“So no special guy or gal?”

“Nope. Just lil old me all on my lonesome.”

“Hhm, seems like the future is full of idiots.” He says, making you smile.

“If I make it back home I’m putting that on a t-shirt.”

Bucky chuckles as the door to the room opens and Steve steps in. You prop yourself up on your elbows and study him. His cheeks are rosy and he has a pout.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing important, just needed to set up some time to prepare for the next missions.”

Bucky sat up and extended his hand toward Steve who took it gently. They smiled at each other and it felt like you were suddenly intruding on a very intimate moment. You tried to move away without being noticed but that was difficult.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Bathroom. I thought I’d give you some privacy and freshen up.” You say as you walk backwards into the bathroom. They both smirked but let you go.

****

You took a long time in the bathroom. At this point you weren’t sure if it was even ok for you to walk back out into the main room or just stay there for the rest of the evening. A knock on the door startles you out of your thoughts. With a sheepish smile you open the door and Steve chuckles.

“You can come on out. We brought dinner.”

You walk out to find Bucky sitting on the floor with a makeshift picnic waiting.

“Was the bathroom as interesting as you’d thought it’d be, doll?”

“You’d actually be surprised at how different bathrooms are in the future.”

They both chuckle and you sit down. Steve and Bucky give each other knowing glances before Bucky clears his throat.

“Well we wanted to thank you again for last night.”

“There’s no need.”

“But we do. It’s not easy to have to hide how we feel for each other from the world. We actually had a question.” Steve said.

“Ok, what’s the question?”

“In your universe and your time, is it possible that someone can like men and women?”

“Absolutely.”

“So it wouldn’t be weird if I said I wanted to kiss you?” Bucky asks as he shifts closer to you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“Wh-what? What about Steve?”

“Sweetheart, I want to kiss you too.”

“Oh.”

Bucky chuckles as he leans in, his lips brushing up against yours. “So?”

“So?”

“Can I kiss you, doll?”

“Please.”

Bucky smiles into the kiss. His lips soft, the kiss sweet. As much as you can feel him trying to hold back his resolve breaks and he deepens the kiss. You can’t help the moan that escapes you. But it doesn’t last because Bucky pulls away and you turn just in time to have Steve crush his lips to yours. He doesn’t hold back either.

You pull back that dreaded and familiar chill runs down your back. The change in your body language alerts the boys that something’s wrong.

“It’s happening again.” You say frantically.

“What’s happening?”

“I’m going to jump.” you shiver as the sensation gets stronger and you look between Steve and Bucky. Their worried gazes move from you to each other and back. “Whatever happens don’t get on the tr-“

The air shifts around you, a chill runs down your back again and you’re no longer sitting on the floor of a beaten down hotel room in the middle of Germany in the 1940s. The last thing you heard was them calling out your name. This time you feel exhausted. These jumps are draining you and yet again you’re in a universe you don’t recognize. A tear rolls down your cheek as you finally look around to try and figure out where you are.

Most importantly, will you figure out a way to get back?

Ch 4

Collab authors: @nickfowlerrr @unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men @crazyunsexycool @swiftlymoniquesblog @missvelvetsstuff @vibraniumarm06-bucket @rosedpetal @imyourbratzdoll @herdreamywasteland @jamneuromain @potterhead2207

#fandom leap #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #bucky x reader #steve x reader #stucky x female reader #40s!bucky barnes x reader #40s!steve rogers x reader #howling commandos

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

It's spooky szn bitches 🖤✨ but first here's my list of everything I read in September!

As always, please give these gorgeous writers all the love they deserve by reblogging their work. The majority of these stories contain 18+ content, please check all warnings, you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Happy reading ✨

Eddie Munson ✨

Much ado about books by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (Bookshop AU)

Runaways by @mypoisonedvine

eddie munson x reader

Diving deep / sinking beneath / further under by @sexyprise

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Be mine by @flordeamatista

dilf!bucky barnes x reader

Better than before by @angrythingstarlight

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Starry starry night by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

Crybaby by @syntheticavenger

Dad’s Best Friend CEO Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

To have and to fuck by @sweeterthanthis

Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Curtis Everett ✨

Bruised and broken by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Curtis x F!Reader

Branded by @stargazingfangirl18

Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader

Thor Odinson ✨

Don't go down to the woods tonight by @targaryenvampireslayer

Demon!Thor Odinson x female reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Marked by @syntheticavenger

Dark! Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Reader

All is fair by @sunflowersoldat

Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Love like a scar by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!WS Steve Rogers x female reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Joel Miller ✨

A sweeter place by @flordeamatista

neighbor!joel miller x reader

When we let go by @jobean12-blog

Joel Miller x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Layin' down the law by @lunarbuck

Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Aim, set, fire by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Lee x F!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

The devil's masquerade by @jobean12-blog

Andy Barber x reader (Mafia/Vampire/Soft!Darkish AU)

Sam Wilson ✨

Touch me by @galatially

Sam Wilson x black!reader

Multiple characters ✨

The dinner guest by @labella420

Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

The fuckboy committee by @kinanabinks

Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader

#fic rec #september fic rec #eddie munson #bucky barnes #ari levinson #curtis everett #thor odinson #steve rogers #joel miller #lee bodecker #andy barber #sam wilson #lloyd hansen

[spicysix]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation day ♡

i stole this idea from @1lostsoul0fishbowl, and in celebration for Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day, i've decided to list 21 of my favorite fics! a few of them i've talked about before, and a few are very well known but still deserve to be talked about again. i'm tagging the authors if i know their tumblrs!

i divided them into two lists, a purely Steddie one (my otp y'know) and a second one for everything else (other ships, X readers, other fandoms etc)

without further ado, in no particular order, here is (under the cut cause the lists are LONG, babes):

Steddie

The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting. by @badpancakelol - timeloop

You're Divine by @azrielgreen - Kas!Eddie

i can give you a heartbeat by soupbitchin - ghost!Eddie

Looks like we're in for nasty weather by @geddyqueer - modern AU, ghost whisperer!Eddie, cryptids

Straight Knife Through The Heart by @relenafanel - modern AU, rockstar!Eddie

New York Hardcore by @grandmastattoo - punk!Steve

your cosmic call sign by @nancywheeeler - aliens!AU

Wild Geese by watchcatewrite - roadtrip

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by @greatunironic - rockstar!Eddie, found family

your love is standing next to me by @fivecenturiesverse - rockstars AU, social media fic

STEVE’S FIRST BRUISE by cairparavels - spider man!Steve

took you for a working boy by @pukner - genderqueer!Steve

this love came back to me by @strawberryspence - rockstar!Steve

i could be honest, i could be human by @steves-strapcollection

what's left of my lungs by WirtWilt - hanahaki disease

echo by @grandmastattoo - timeloop

wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name by DotyTakeThisDown - BDSM, sex club master!Eddie

Petals in a Storm by @inairbinad

Eddie's Memory Log by @harmonictechnicality

this demo will save your life by oh_simone - 'rockstar'!Eddie, band manager!Steve. characterization of all times

STRIKE TEN. by @metaldeads - scoops era

Others

The Entire History Of Human Desire by KidA_666 - ST / stonathan

Dreaming Of You by Koken - Marvel / stucky X reader - reader has powers

Harmless by @shurisneakers - Marvel / bucky X reader - 'villain'!Reader, lovely crack, perry VS doofenshmirtz dynamic

Hive by Rattle - SDV / sebastian X sam X farmer - there's a big plot twist here. best SDV fic ever

Trinity Epoch by @heli0s-writes - Marvel / stucky X reader / pacific rim AU (honestly anything by helios is amazing)

matters of taste by @fairyysoup - ST / steddie X reader - bakery AU

half of my soul by @graysonnightwing - ST / steve&robin - platonic soulmates get platonically maried

Over & Over by @beetlesandstarss - ST / ronance - this one hurts like a bitch but it's delicious

burning yarrow by @storiesbyrhi - ST / eddie X reader - witch!Reader, vampire!Eddie (literally anything by Rhi, but this one's my favorite)

don't delete the kisses by @stevenose - ST / steve X reader - camboy!Steve

We Tried The World by @upsidedownwithsteve - ST / steve X reader - roadtrip (again, anything by Emmy is great but her roadtrip Steve is top tier and this fic was a huge inspiration to me personally)

No Such Thing by lattebiscuit - Marvel / bucky X reader - college AU

We Got A Lovin' Thing by lattebiscuit - ST / steddie X reader

Helping Hands by MutantsandSoldiers - Marvel / bucky X reader, stucky X reader - ABO, mutant!Reader

Howler & the Black Cat by bajablessed - Marvel / bucky X reader - vigilante!Reader

Sunshine Blend Dark Roast by @icallhimjoey - RPF / joe quinn X reader - barista!Reader (again, anything by this author is an instant hit. i had to close my eyes and point at the screen to choose randomly because i couldn't pick one myself)

no good at waiting by @familyvideostevie - ST / steve X reader - farmers market AU

in a dark, dark room by @carolmunson - ST / Eddie X reader - kas!Eddie. this one just dropped and it's an instant hit. it's dark so beware!

Like Real People Do by @myosotisa - ST / eddie X reader - drug addicts, rehab clinic, beware of triggers

Bad Influence by @dearest-readers - ST / eddie X reader - pornstars AU

coffee shop blues by @ghost-proofbaby- ST / eddie X reader - barista!Reader, barista!Eddie, grumpy VS sunshine trope

WHOOF! *wipes forehead* that was some work. i obviously couldn't fit all my favorite fics of all times here, but i did my best to bring great content! (i thought about dividing into 3 lists and make an X reader specific one but....i was too tired of searching for links already lmao)

i have many other great recs in my fics recs tag here and on my ao3 bookmarks so if you trust my judgment and want more fics to read, those are always public!

shout out to all the amazing fic writers on all sides of these fandoms that i love and admire, and know that you are very appreciated on this fic writer appreciation day! ♡♡

#lui rambles #fics recs #this is not a chain in any way but if you feel inspired....you can copy the idea too

[babyjakes]

a lesson to remember.

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summary | when ransom decides you’ve been enough of a brat, he’s sure to give you the punishment of a lifetime.

pairing | dark!daddy!ransom x little!reader

warnings | ohboy. NONcon (restraints, crying), ddlg, forced orgasms(!!), major clit focus (torture? not really pain?, just overstimulation), clit pumping, vibrator use, fingering, squirting, ransom being a dick(!), name-calling (nice and not nice!!!), mocking/humiliation, the cable-knit sweater lmao

word count | 1,143

requested by anon | this is pretty dark but in a similar style to your stucky ddlg series so i hope it’s ok - daddy!ransom x little!reader where he’s holding her as his babygirl against her will (so non-con?) and he punishes her with forced orgasms because she hates them/finds them humiliating? i love your clit stuff, so maybe some torture? ;)

an | ooh oh this is just :’-) right up my alley, lol. this is p similar to my stucky stuff but!! ransom would be so much more cruel, definitely into some overstim torture. he would just love making you scream and cry from too much pleasure and thats!! hot lol. thanks for this request, friend! hope you enjoy <3

“Okay, princess. You know what time it is,” Ransom begins steadily as he rolls back the sleeves of his white cable-knit sweater, licking his lips as he kneels down in front of you.

He’s got you roped up on his large black office chair, your legs bent up on either side of you and secured back to the sturdy leather frame.

He’s stripped you down to nothing but your baby pink blouse, leaving your pussy bare and spread wide open for his entertainment.

A pacifier sits between your lips, held in place by a thick strip of duct-tape as tears roll down your cheeks, helplessness setting in as Ransom begins shuffling through your dreaded bin of ‘toys.’

“It’s time,” he grunts, his arousal glaringly apparent through his trousers as he pulls out the dreaded clit pump, “to teach this stupid little baby a lesson. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” his voice mocks sympathy as he spits harshly onto your pussy, causing you to whimper into your pacifier as his spit drips down your awaiting folds. “Time to show her what happens when she makes her daddy angry.”

His strong, thick fingers come up to run over your slick sex gently, and you let out a sob into your pacifier, causing Ransom to grin. “Fucking love it when you cry, love seeing you fall apart like the dumb little baby you are.”

Spreading apart your labia, he uses his other hand to position the mouth of the pump right around your sensitive nub. Choking against your make-shift gag, you squirm in protest, but your restraints keep you from moving even an inch.

“Go ahead and squirm, you stupid whore. You’re not getting anywhere,” Ransom laughs harshly as he squeezes the pump, the device instantly sucking up onto your clit and causing you to scream.

“That’s it, look at that. So fucking pretty, all sucked up in there,” he marvels as he tugs slightly on the object, your clit burning terribly from the suction.

“Gonna get you nice and sensitive, sweetheart, how’s that sound?” he hums as he shoves two fingers into your aching sex, beginning to pump relentlessly as finds your g-spot.

Unable to anything but whimper against your gag, you let out a pathetic cry as tears flood your face, but your agony only motivates Ransom to keep going.

“Come on, puppy. Wanna see you fall apart on my fingers while you’re clit’s caught up in the pump,” he encourages, only growing slightly annoyed as you do your best to keep yourself from orgasming. “You can try to ignore it all you want, doll. Nothing’s gonna stop me from getting what I want.”

Curling his fingers up inside of you, he begins flicking at the pump secured tightly around your clit, causing waves of unbearable pleasure to rush through you as a familiar warm feeling builds up in your belly.

Ransom sees your climax approaching, grinning sickly as he twists his fingers inside of you. “That’s it. Now fucking cum on it, slut. Go on and cum on it like the dumb little baby you are.”

Sobbing into your pacifier at his words, your orgasm tears through you like a hot knife, pleasure exploding inside of you as you reach your peak. “Fuck, so fucking hot when you cum,” Ransom grunts as you squirt onto his hand.

As you begin to come down from your high, he releases the pump off of your throbbing nub, thumbing lightly at it as you whine in protest. “There, nice and swollen,” he smiles as he reaches back down and grabs the magic wand.

You scream a “no” through your gag as he laughs at your resistance, turning the vibrator all the way up to high before slamming the bulb down onto your now completely exposed nub. “Right. Fucking. There,” he sneers as he rolls the wand over your bundle of nerves in a tight circle, his other hand beginning to pump in and out of your soaking pussy once more.

Your second orgasm arrives within minutes, your entire body seemingly snapping as your toes curl up in hideous pleasure. Ransom smiles widely as you squirt onto him once more, your unwanted climax his absolute favorite thing in the world to witness.

“Stupid baby, makin’ such a fucking mess,” he chuckles as you heave and sputter from your orgasm, your bright red clit now throbbing painfully against the strong vibrations of the wand. You look up at Ransom pleadingly, but he just laughs in your face.

“You think I’m gonna let you go after two?” he asks incredulously, his fingers continuing to pump in and out of you painfully as the humiliating sounds of your wetness fill the air. “You really are just a dumb little baby. No, sweetheart. We’re not done, not even close. Gotta teach you a lesson, make sure you won’t disobey Daddy again.”

As he continues to swirl the horrible wand over your burning clit, another orgasm begins building up inside of you, this one feeling much stronger than the other two. Sobbing into your gag, you brace yourself as Ransom lets out a sickening laugh, urging, “That’s right, gonna fucking cum again for me, aren’t you? Go ahead and cum, slut. Cum on it like a good little girl.”

Stars explode through your vision as your third orgasm arrives, your muscles ripping to shreds against the ropes holding you in place. Your cum squirts out violently against Ransom’s hands and the wand, some even splashing up onto his face, causing him to grin.

“Filthy little baby,” he grunts, yanking his fingers out of you and shoving them in his mouth, savoring the sweet flavor of your humiliation. “Taste so fucking good, I could eat you all up myself,” he mumbles as his hand returns to your spasming cunt, reaching up around the wand and pulling back on the skin surrounding your clit to leave nothing to soften the horrific waves of stimulation provided by the vibrating bulb.

“One more, princess. One more for Daddy, want you to fucking gush for me,” he demands as he presses the wand up directly on your nub, a scream erupting in your throat as your last orgasm pierces through you. Your pussy does exactly what he said, literally gushing out onto the floor between you as your squeeze your eyes shut, your body feeling like it could give out at any moment.

When the waves of pleasure finally settle, you slowly peel your eyes open again to see that Ransom’s pulled away, his hands now wiping themselves off onto a rag as your cunt continues to throb.

“All done, sweetheart,” the man coos as he turns back to you, grinning at the sight of you completely drenched in your own cum. “Now hopefully you’ll remember this lesson the next time you want to be a fucking brat.”

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