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wisherbysharlight · 3 years

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My God if I could only say, I'm holding every breath for you

Description: Patton Hart has been pining for his best friend's twin brother and his boyfriends for as long as he can remember. Word Count: 3067 Ships: Patton/Remus/Janus/Virgil, background Logince, established Remus/Janus/Virgil Warnings: Remus being Remus, twins squabbling AO3 This is a gift fic for @sunshineandteddybears for the @sanderssidesgiftxchange. The “summer romance” piece kinda got away from me, but this is definitely found family! I hope you enjoy!

Patton was wiping down the counters, about 15 minutes after closing, sunset shining through the windows as he hummed along to the radio, a sense of peace radiating through the store.

Of course, that’s when chaos erupted.

“Pattycakes, you gotta save me!” Remus cried as he threw the door open so roughly the windchimes actually smacked against the window above the door before falling back down and jingling merrily to announce his presence. He ran behind the counter with no hesitation, gripping onto Patton’s waist. (Patton only shivered because of the burst of adrenaline. That was the only reason. No other possibilities. Nope.) Remus angled them both towards the doorway just as Roman came bursting in with the same amount of urgency, fire in his eyes and shirt dripping wet and seemingly tinted a particularly garish shade of greenish-brown.

“Remus, you can’t hide behind Patton forever, you bastard!” he seethed, and Logan, Janus, and Virgil came through the door behind him, much more calm, almost to the point where Patton would call them bemused. Logan took a seat at one of the small tables along the wall, pulling out his phone with a very evident intention to simply wait the whole debacle out, while Janus and Virgil both leaned up against the glass case in front of Patton. “Get out here and face me, you coward!” Roman bellowed again, clearly not giving up anytime soon.

Patton grabbed an empty paper towel roll from next to him and turned at the waist to whack Remus in the head with it, “Remus you cannot use me as a human shield, go answer for your crimes.” “Kinky. I’d much rather have you issue my punishment,” Remus joked with an eyebrow wiggle, then cackled when Patton made a strangled noise and shoved him back to the other side of the counter. However, as soon as he was in range, Roman grabbed hold of him and pulled him into a headlock and his laughter turned swiftly into a shriek of “Oh shit!”

They were 12 years old, tearing through the woods in a dual-friend-group game of manhunt the summer before 7th grade. Virgil was hot on everyone’s heels and adrenaline was coursing through their veins. Patton leapt over a log and turned a corner, hunting for a good place to hide.

He heard a curse of “Oh shit!” echo through the woods before the sound of three branches breaking in succession, a huge crash, and a subsequent groan. He quickly pivoted and went sprinting back towards the house, and the sound, easily finding Remus splayed across the forest floor even in the dim light of the moon.

“Why would you climb a tree, silly goose? Don’t you know the branches are weak that high? Scared me half to death!” he chided as he fell to his knees beside him, already pulling band-aids out of his wallet in his pocket.

Remus grinned impishly up at him, and Patton felt his breath catch in his throat, fumbling with the wallet briefly in a way he prayed the other boy didn’t notice. “What’s a lil fear in the face of a bunch of excitement, Patty?” he crooned, and Patton shoved a handful of band-aids at him with little delicacy in his haste to move past the tease. “Besides, I have the best nurse in the world to patch me up when my fun does go south, apparently.”

Patton flushed and turned away, positive Remus could tell even in the weak light, but he couldn’t keep the earnestness out of his voice, “I’ll always patch you up, Ree. Promise.”

Remus didn’t get a chance to respond before Virgil burst through the bushes and tapped them both on the shoulder to get them out and a loud, extended debate began about the validity of the “injury time out”.

Janus leaned on the counter in front of Patton, jolting him out of his reverie. He pointed at the menu, with three shiny new additions at the bottom, “You finally manage to find a flavor sweeter than you, sugar?”

Virgil shoved him out of the way with an eye roll and a fond grin, thankfully distracting from how Patton felt his cheeks would melt the freezers. “He can’t stop flirting even for two seconds, I swear.”

Janus gasped dramatically, swooning against the counter and batting his eyes at Virgil like a starlet in an old black and white, “Maybe if you and Remus gave me the attention I deserve I wouldn’t need to hunt it down in beautiful, endearing ice cream shop owners.”

Remus snorted despite the way he was currently trying to claw his way out of his brother’s hold while being noogied like they were still teenagers and not fully grown and employed adults, “We could give you all the attention in the world, Janny, it would never stop you from flirting with Patton.”

Janus sniffed derisively at them, then cocked his head to the side as the song changed and smiled softly, “Hey, I know this song.”

Patton smiled brightly back, “Yeah of course, have it on all the playlists for the shop!”

“Simp!” Remus called over just as brightly, and Patton glared back at him, assuming it was aimed at him.

“Ok, you look miserable,” Janus said, making Patton jump from where he was staring down at his water glass watching the liquid swirl around the glass as he moved it in little circles and maybe lamenting his singledom a little bit in the face of a dance floor full of sappy teenagers in fancy clothes enjoying the crisp June night and each other as their last hurrah before graduation.

Patton plastered on a smile, “Oh Jan, I am perfectly hap-”

Janus arched a brow at him, tsking lightly and just loud enough for Patton to hear and stop speaking. “Don’t try to lie to me, I know what you look like when you are actually happy, Patton. And also you’re a god-awful liar.”

“...yeah ok. I’m a little bit lonely, maybe, with Ro and Lo gettin their dance on for the romantic stuff. But I’m not mad, they’re in love, and I told them to go hang on their own. We’ll hang out at the beach house after!” He couldn’t help but glance at the dance floor, where Logan was leading Roman in a waltz that was perfectly on time with the music, lost in their own little world.

“Well Ree and V bailed for the beach early. Not exactly their style of music or dancing, or my vibe to make them do something they don’t enjoy just to get my feet stepped on. Why don’t we be miserable together?” The song changed, to a song with a more Latin-inspired beat that Patton knew only one of every 10 words to, and Janus smirked, “Maybe you and I can even make the most of it and I can score a salsa partner.” Janus ended his proposition with an exaggerated wink and bow, and Patton took his offered hand with a genuine grin.

Janus didn’t miss a beat, switching eye contact to Roman on a dime, “Hey, did you know Remus was the one who’s been screwing with your guitar’s tuning?”

“NONONO HE’S LYING,” Remus cried as Roman tightened his hold and doubled down on his attack, this time poking at his ribs and making Remus shriek in laughter.

As Janus watched Roman wrestle Remus down to the floor of the shop, clearly satisfied with the reaction he managed to get, Virgil nudged him over with his hip to take his place leaning across the counter and whisper conspiratorially, “I bet it was actually Logan. Bastard can get away with murder, I just know it.”

Patton couldn’t help but giggle, with Virgil’s playful smile and dancing eyes across from him, so open and trusting in a way he never was unless it was just the group of them. He smirked a bit, nibbled at his lip in consideration, then leaned in to say in an equally conspiratorial style, “Logan’s only involved to see how long it’ll be before anyone catches on. My record stands.”

“You are a trickster Patton Hart,” Virgil gasped in mock-scandal. He wagged his finger with his hand on his hip in a not-half-bad impression of Patton during a lecture, though he was unable to match his Patton-ted Disappointed Frown while he was grinning, “I’d never expect my partner in crime to be doing something like this without telling me, shame on you. You know I always have your back.”

It was their last weekend of freedom before they started high school, and as per usual both twins had both their friends sleeping over. Patton woke before Logan and Roman, also as per usual, and snuck out of Roman’s room down to the kitchen, only to jolt as he found the light already on and Virgil sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Whatcha doin?” Virgil asked, legs kicking in the air in front of the cabinets lazily.

“Gonna try to make pancakes! I’m positive I won’t burn them this time, I just know it,” Patton enthused, then squinted suspiciously at Virgil, “What’re you doing?”

“Oh just hanging around, keeping an eye out in case anyone tries to burn the house down again so I can help out. Figured they might need a partner in arson crime, ya know, and I could let them know I’ve got their back,” Virgil teased, nudging Patton’s leg with a sock clad foot. He looked so precious with his sleep mussed hair and eyeliner from the night before smudged under his eyes that Patton couldn’t even bring himself to argue that he really didn’t need a babysitter. Honestly, he couldn’t even begin to pretend he didn’t want the excuse to spend more time with him.

The twins’ argument grew more heated, finally managing to distract Patton from where he was a bit lost in the way Virgil’s eyes lit up when he was amused.

“You fucked up one of my favorite shirts!” Roman screeched as he attempted to give his brother a wet willy.

“You put red koolaid in my shampoo two weeks ago, you baby!” Remus cried back, shoving at his shoulder to try to get him off, and succeeding rolling them only for Roman to roll them straight back.

“I know you were the one who put my script out of order,” Roman fired back.

“You should have been off book anyway! And you broke bro code and told Virgil I was the one who deleted his X-Files off the DVR. You are just as bad as me.”

“You gave mom’s computer a porn virus and blamed it on me!” Roman protested, and everyone else seemed to simultaneously sigh as they descended into their usual back and forth of dredged-up pettiness.

“Oh you're still - you squashed my bug collection.”

“You left me stranded in the yard after Remy’s homecoming party senior year.”

“That was absolutely justified, you made me listen to you wax poetic about Logan’s fucking lips for 3 hours.”

“You made me listen to you wax poetic about Patton’s EVERYTHING for 13 YEARS”

Everyone in the shop simultaneously went silent in a blink of an eye. Virgil went white as a sheet and swung to look at the twins with wide eyes, Janus gripped the counter white-knuckled and looked at Patton with a similarly stunned expression, and Remus turned nearly as red as the sash on Roman’s favorite Prince Charming costume. He shoved Roman off of him for real, a more severe growl to his voice as he seemed to realize there was no way to play it cool, “You are such a fucking dick!”

Roman stammered for a moment, clearly trying to digest the change in tone and the weight of what he’d said, before waving his arms above his head in apparent bafflement, “It’s not like he didn’t know you all were into him!”

“Roman,” Logan spoke up suddenly, gesturing at Patton and what Patton knew had to be a completely shell-shocked expression.

Roman looked up and went just as wide-eyed as the others, “Pat… did... did you not know?”

“...all of you?” Patton asked, then winced as his voice cracked in shock. He watched Virgil flinch and seem to retreat into his hoodie out of the corner of his eye, and Janus’ face smoothed over into a perfect mask of calm in the blink of an eye. He felt his heart break just a little bit at the disappointment in both of their eyes at what he was sure they saw as a rejection.

Logan grabbed Roman’s arm and yanked him away roughly, though Roman followed easily, “You all clearly need to communicate. I will handle this one.”

“Don’t wanna know about you handling my brother, poindexter,” Remus joked hollowly, sounding almost like it was a reflex with none of his usual cackle behind it.

Logan rolled eyes and headed out the door, tugging behind him a Roman who was fervently whispering, just barely audibly, “He didn't know, how did he not know,” to himself over and over again.

There’s silence in the shop for a while, just the sound of the radio faintly playing over the loudspeakers echoing off the walls as they all just stare at each other, not knowing how to start. Then Janus took a deep breath and spoke first, “Patton, I refuse to speak for these two clowns, but I will absolutely tell you that I, at the very least, have had feelings for you for many years, feelings which i was unaware I was not making perfectly clear, or that there was a chance of any sort of reciprocation.”

“Around 7 years for me, give or take. That first morning we made pancakes together,” Virgil added quietly, fiddling with the zipper on his sleeve.

Remus averted his gaze, looking nervous in the way Patton had only seen the day before he confessed to Virgil and Janus in high school, and admitted in the quietest voice Patton’d ever heard him use, “I don’t know exactly when, Pattycakes. You’ve always been there and as far as I’m concerned I’ve loved you just as long. And-and I just assumed it wasn’t returned.”

Patton swallowed thickly, trying to push back tears because he knew these boys and knew they would take them for disappointment rather than the joy they were. He dove at Remus first, vaulting the counter the way he always scolded Roman against and sliding to his knees next to the other man on the floor before crushing him in a hug. He flailed back at Janus and Virgil with one hand to pull them in as well, “Come here, all of you, we’ve lost so much valuable cuddle time!”

Patton was pretty sure Janus broke the sound barrier with how quickly he was plastered to his side and burying his face in his hair, and Virgil wasn’t far behind, wrapping an arm around his waist and burying his face in the crease of his neck and shoulder. Patton took that moment to be a bit daring himself and press a kiss to the corner of Remus’ lips, then giggled brightly when Remus grabbed hold of his cardigan and used it to pull him back in to kiss him full on the mouth with just as much passion and impulsiveness and laughter as Patton had always imagined. His mustache tickled Patton’s nose a bit but he leaned into it, humming happily in the back of his throat and feeling like a puzzle piece clicked into place.

Virgil only gave them a minute before he untucked his face from Patton’s neck and grouched that he wanted a turn. Remus let Patton go with a very put-upon sigh that didn’t match his playful grin, flicking Virgil on the nose lightly. “You gotta give him his kisses or he’ll never shut the fuck up,” he fake-whispered.

Patton grinned and turned readily to Virgil, and his lips met Patton’s in a much gentler dance. His kiss was no less deep or passionate for its caution, and his hands cupped his face like he feared Patton would float away if he didn’t hold tight. His fingers curled and twitched upwards like they wanted to bury themselves in his hair but didn’t want to overstep, so Patton took the initiative to grip the back of his neck and tilt his own head to encourage Virgil to do what he wished.

Janus was more patient, waiting for them to part for breath a few minutes later before taking hold of Patton’s chin from Virgil without a word and gently but firmly turning Patton towards him. Janus’ kiss could only be described as a caress, light and teasing and peppered with soft nips to his bottom lip before building up to something more solid. His warm hands rubbed calmingly up and down Patton’s spine and over his shoulders like he couldn’t figure out where he wanted to touch first.

Remus soon demanded he get another shot, then Virgil wanted another, then Janus again, leaving Patton so beyond cloud 9 he could barely think any more. They spent at least 20 minutes there on the floor, lost in each other, rotating kisses that were long overdue, letting their actions make the confessions their words hid from for years, not daring to move and break the spell of the moment.

Then a camera shutter sounded, paired with a bright flash of light that made them all jolt and look up in surprise.

“I said communicate you know, not make out on the floor,” Logan sighed, digging through his wallet to pull a 20 out to hand to Roman, who was grinning victoriously.

“I’m sorry for being a dick, but I had to do something and I told Logan the “accidental slip” would work,” Roman said as he pressed a triumphant kiss to Logan’s cheek and pocketed the 20, “But you have to admit it was a pretty great performance on my part.”

“Can’t believe I was betrayed by my best friends, I don’t know whether I owe you a scolding or a fruit basket,” Patton lamented playfully, cheeks hurting from how wide he was smiling. Janus ruined what little remained of the facade even more as he shifted slightly and pulled him into his lap and Patton clung tight to Virgil and Remus’ hands, with no intention of disconnecting any time soon.

#IntruAnaMoCeit #patton/dark sides #patton/remus/janus/virgil #polyamsanders #ts fic #i had no idea how to tag this #all sides #remus mention

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ohmyomegasteveandalphabucky2 · 5 years

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Oooh hey!!! How about you write the most self indulgent fluffy or angst or smutty fic you’ve ever written? Really treat yourself 👌🏻

((so the gang and i were talking about this one photo of steve and it struck me that he looks so much like a lil sugar baby or escort for rich ceo!bucky. bucky just worships him; takes his baby to expensive galas just because he likes to see him glittering in diamonds and high end brands. and this is how they meet.))

This was the most expensive gift that Bucky had ever received. He’d told Tony over the phone that he didn’t want anything for his birthday. Solitude, he’d asked for. And what had he gotten in return? A birthday bash large enough to knock the power out across half of manhattan. Bucky couldn’t be mad; he knew Stark meant well. But this? This was pushing the envelope to the extreme.

In his private sitting room was a beautiful, blonde omega, laid demurely upon his velvet lounge chair. He smelled like honeysuckle and morning dew, making the whole room turn to sunshine after rain, with curves that would make a woman jealous and skin that glittered in the low lamplight. The omega was wearing nothing but a pair of peach silk panties and a sweet expression, lips bitten pink and pursed in something of a smirk.

James Barnes was rarely a man to ever be struck speechless, but there was something about this boy had his tongue tied and his heart racing. He was co-ceo to one of the largest companies internationally. He gave talks to crowds full of thousands every week. And yet there was something about this boy that kept his feet glued to the floor. He opened his mouth once, twice, to no avail. The only sound he found himself capable of making was a soft rumble of a growl, and that was terribly inappropriate upon first meeting someone.

While Bucky stared, his gift laughed, daintily bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. It wasn’t loud or boisterous, like perhaps it should have been if going on outward appearance alone. His laughter was, instead, melodic and soft, like windchimes.

“Are you going to be my alpha tonight?” asked the blonde, batting his eyelashes coquettishly, when he finally realized that Bucky was not going to speak first.

Another growl threatened to claw its way from Bucky’s throat as the omega spoke. He clenched his hands tightly at his sides to keep from lunging, from claiming.

“That depends,” he answered tersely. Bucky was good at acting much less affected than he truly was. Almost boredly, Bucky began to prowl towards the omega, his heart rate increasing with every step closer he took. He undid his cufflinks, nonchalant and one by one, rolling his sleeves up his arms to reveal one flesh and one metal.

“Depends on what?” the omega quipped, lowering his lids in Bucky’s direction.

The alpha narrowed his eyes in response, tilting his head to one side as he studied the body of the other laid out before him. If he noticed the way the omega deepened the arch in his back or pushed his chest out further under Bucky’s scrutinous gaze, he didn’t mention it.

“What’s your name?” Bucky asked instead, looking into blue eyes carefully.

A sharp intake of breath and then, “Steven,” whispered quietly, like a confession. Big eyes blinked up at him, wide and innocent. “But you can call me anything you like.”

“Steven.” Bucky savored the feeling of the word on his tongue. He turned it over in his mind. “Steve.” The omega shuddered a sigh and Bucky liked the way that tasted even better.

“And what am I to call you?” the omega - Steve - asked.

Bucky bit down on his bottom lip, considering. Again he fixed Steve with a curious look, trying to get a read on him. But there was nothing but charm and controlled sweetness beyond the intoxicating scent belonging to him. “James,” he decided. Steve nodded once; Bucky paused. “Or sir,” he added, derisively willing himself not to blush. “If you want to get into my good graces.”

Steve blinked up at Bucky, slow and hazy, like a fly caught in molasses, smiling like the sun. “Oh?” he whispered. Slowly, Steve reached his hand up to cup the front of Bucky’s dress pants, grin widening at the soft groan the alpha made. “Your graces aren’t the only thing I wanna get into, sir.” He unzipped Bucky’s slacks deftly, hardly even twisting his wrist to do it, as if he’d done it hundreds of times before.

The omega gasped happily when he pulled out Bucky’s half hard cock, already leaking at the tip and pulsing in his hand.

“No briefs?” asked Steve with a cheeky smirk and a glint in his eye. “Someone was hoping to get lucky tonight.” The blonde leaned forward and nuzzled Bucky’s cock, making satisfied noises as he breathed in the unadulterated alpha scent.

“I did, didn’t I?” Bucky shot back, eyebrow raised and clearly unamused. “Wasn’t all for nothing. I’ve got a pretty little thing in my private rooms. I’d consider that pretty lucky.”

“The first compliment of the night? Oh, so he does have a heart somewhere,” laughed Steve.

Bucky laughed right back, rubbing his dick across Steve’s cheek. “You’re just used to alphas giving it up quick.” Bucky touched his finger to Steve’s bottom lip, pulling it downward. “You’re used to battin’ those pretty eyelashes and gettin’ anythin’ you want.” Steve poked his tongue out to touch the skin just beneath the head of Bucky’s cock.

“Uh huh,” he chirped coyly, licking at the tip like it was candy. “Some alphas are already done by now.”

“Oh, baby,” Bucky said with a dark chuckle. “It’s gonna be a while before I’m done with you.”

“Yes, please, sir.”

Steve went to work without another syllable. One swipe of his tongue and Bucky was biting his tongue and seeing stars.

“Holy fuck,” gasped the brunette, jerking his hips forward uncontrollably. Steve winced and gagged and Bucky felt bad, but he also kind of didn’t - not when there were tears leaking out of crystalline blue eyes. He immediately moved back, intending to apologize, but Steve leaned up and pressed large, warm hands to the backs of sturdy thighs, not only keeping Bucky there, but urging him forward again. Bucky swore he was seeing stars.

“Oh,” he moaned shakily, shifting to cradle Steve’s face in one palm as he languidly thrust his hips. The sight of his knot kissing the omega’s plush mouth over and over made his head spin. “Oh my god…”

Steve hummed, doing his best to smile around a mouthful of cock and bobbing his head faster. One swift movement and Bucky had Steve’s nose pressed right up to his navel, his dick completely down Steve’s throat, knot and all. If it weren’t for those firm and steady hands keeping him upright, Bucky’s knees surely would have given out.

Selfishly, Bucky held Steve down until the blonde was choking, tapping the back of Bucky’s thigh desperately before being allowed to pull away with a heaving gasp. The alpha above him exhaled simultaneously, already regretting not being inside the boy’s warmth. He looked down at the coughing, crying omega with stunned admiration. No doubt he was expensive, Bucky could tell. Where the hell had Stark found an omega like this?

“What - what the fffuck was that…?” stuttered Bucky, absolutely unintelligibly. He was looking at Steve, who was looking at him like the cat who got the cream, leaning back on his elbow and licking his lips with a smug smirk on his face.

“You like that, James?”

Bucky gripped Steve by the jaw with his right hand, hard, and Steve’s eyes glazed over with pleasure. “It’s ‘sir’ to you right now,” asserted Bucky with a growl.

“Oh, yessir,” Steve slurred, his eyes hardly even opened now.

Bucky shoved the boy away, none to gently, causing him to whine. Again, Bucky found himself going to apologize, and again Steve surprised him. The omega spread his legs further, throwing his head back desperately, chest heaving. It was then that Bucky noticed little drops of slick dripping from the seat of silk panties. Steve caught Bucky staring at the growing puddle between his legs and that sparse, mischievous glint in his eye returned before he was swirling nimble fingers in his own mess and bringing them to his lips for a taste. Bucky could've choked on air if he was still breathing. Rolling his hips and sucking on his fingers, Steve looked like a wet dream come to life.

“M’so wet, sir,” he mumbled, sounding slightly garbled around the digits in his mouth. Steve closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. “Could just slide right in me.” Bucky’s dick jumped at the invitation.

Fluid like water, Steve slipped off the chase lounge onto hands and knees, prowling towards Bucky like he was the prey. His hips swayed and his back rippled and Bucky’s mouth was dry. When Steve came to a stop right at his feet, Bucky didn’t think he could take much more. And then the boy spoke. Two simple words that flipped the switch inside Bucky’s alpha brain: breed me.

Bucky lifted Steve like he was nothing, didn’t even let the insatiable little thing kiss his cock again - just bent him over the back of the luxe red velvet. He opened his mouth to tell Steve to arch that back, but he had already gone and done it, pushing his perfect ass back onto Bucky’s dick, peering sweetly over his shoulder.

“C’mon, tough guy,” goaded Steve, lips shining and words dripping with honey. “Give it to me.”

The way Bucky fucked him was animalistic to say the least. Not even the most primal alphas had given it to Steve quite the same way. Bucky had shoved into him without so much as a word, nothing more than a grunt. He took Steve fiercely and quietly, the only sounds being his huffs of breath and the sound of skin slapping skin. Steve had tried to keep his own noises to a minimum - James seemed like the type who didn’t appreciate the moans of fake pleasure - and he’d done well until Bucky happened to nail his sweet spot on a particularly rough thrust. The omega yelped, then whined high in his throat as stars exploded behind his eyes and glittered down his legs. Bucky stopped moving his hips and Steve damn near howled, wiggling his ass back.

“Please…” Steve whispered, looking back at Bucky. The alpha’s hair had come loose from the tie holding it in a bun and was now sticking to his forehead in strands; his face was dark, but his eyes were piercing, staring right into Steve, maybe even through him.

That ghostly metal hand reached up, seemingly in slow motion - Steve vaguely registered that he’d have bruises on his hip from that tomorrow - and took hold of silky blonde hair in an unforgiving grip to pull back, deepening the already severe arch in his back. Steve didn’t realize he was whimpering or that Bucky was growling. The alpha shoved his cock back into Steve, deep and hard, pushing another soft whine out of him and plastering their bodies together.

Bucky brought his lips to Steve’s ear, whispering in return, “You can have it any way you want, sweetheart. Long as you let me hear those pretty noises.”

And oh, James truly was exceeding all of Steve’s expectations and surpassing all reservations, grinding his cock deeper into Steve’s warmth. Even if Steve wanted to stay quiet, he wouldn’t be able to, not with his sir’s curved dick hitting his spot with every thrust. He moaned and whimpered like he was in heat, unable to get enough.

“You like that, pretty baby?” Bucky grunted, warm breath making the hairs on the back of Steve’s neck stand up as he snapped his hips harder and harder.

“Oh! Oh...uhn, sir...uh uh uh - ” Steve babbled mindlessly while shoving his hips back to meet Bucky’s strokes. He could feel the alpha’s knot nudging at his rim, hot and heavy, and ready to lock them together. It costs extra to knot Steve, but he couldn’t find it in himself to give a damn; he’d let James breed him, paid or not.

“Oh, baby, baby.” Bucky’s rhythm faltered; his grip tightened. Steve cried out. “Oh fuck, pretty baby, m’gonna come, gonna knot.”

Steve tossed his head back and whined and Bucky thought he really might be the most beautiful omega he’d ever seen. “Please, alpha,” begged Steve, with his brow furrowed and mouth hanging open. “Please come in me, oh god fuck! Knot me, breed me, uhuhh - !”

Bucky growled and bit down on the back of Steve’s neck, finally popping his knot and coming deep and hard into Steve’s willing body. His hips jerked and his teeth ground together as his cock continued to spill. Under him, Steve was writhing, desperately chasing his release, rocking back on Bucky knot.

“Wanna come, sir,” he moaned. Steve peeked over his shoulder at Bucky and there were tears in his eyes. “Please can I?”

Steve asking so sweetly for permission had Bucky seeing stars and coming a second time, groaning with the surprise of his own pleasure. He grabbed two handfuls of Steve’s pert little ass, causing him to yelp in discomfort; Bucky felt Steve tighten around him simultaneously. Smacking Steve’s ass and watching the red handprint bloom with delight, Bucky husked, “Of course you can, sweet thing. Go on and come on sir’s cock.”

“Oh my g-” was all Steve managed before he was coming, legs trembling as he clenched down on Bucky’s length inside him. Bucky grinned a feral smile as he watched Steve’s clear, liquid come drip out of his little cock and into a small, pitiful puddle on the floor. The omega couldn’t stop moaning.

The two of them stayed tied together just long enough for Bucky’s knot to deflate enough to pull out comfortably. Bucky preened, immensely satisfied as he watched his seed seep out of Steve’s hole to gather with the omega’s little mess. He smacked Steve’s ass again, just to watch his pretty pink hole wink at him.

“There’s a pretty boy,” he murmured, petting over Steve’s beautiful, golden skin, entranced and high from a good fuck. “Such a pretty baby.”

Steve nuzzled back into the touch, rumbling happily in his chest. “Thank you, sir. Y’felt so nice in me.”

Bucky moved away from Steve, pushing his panties back into place, disregarding the mess he’d made of the boy. He put his cock away, zipping up his expensive slacks and pushing his hair neatly back into its bun, as though nothing had happened at all. When Steve looked back over his shoulder again, Bucky had moved a few paces away to pour himself a glass of whiskey, drinking it slowly to savor. It was quiet and that worried Steve. He straightened himself up with a wince, arching his back as if chasing the phantom sensation of the alpha’s knot being inside him.

Before Steve could call him for being distant, Bucky spoke, saying, “I want to buy you again.” And oh. Well, that was a start. Steve watched him owlishly, Bucky taking another sip from his glass. “How much is your starting rate?” Steve went to answer, but Bucky waved him off absentmindedly, the metal glinting in the light. “Doesn’t matter, I’ll double it. I want to see you again tomorrow night.”

“I uh…” Steve began uncomfortably. “I have another client tomo-”

“Triple it then,” Bucky countered. He looked over his shoulder, piercing eyes narrowed in Steve’s direction. The silence dragged on for a moment, leaving Steve with an icy cavity forming in his chest. “Cancel him. And I’ll triple it.”

Steve breathed out an unsteady breath. That would be the next three months rent, plus extra for spoiling himself with expensive things, all in one night. Steve didn’t know why he was hesitating; he wanted to see James again.

“Okay,” he said softly.

“Okay,” Bucky agreed. He slammed back the rest of his drink before topping off his ice once more, fixing the omega with a predatory smirk. Steve returned the smile demurely, blushing sweetly, secretly looking forward to spending another night with James Barnes.

-han

ps: send me juicy head canons ab escort!steve and ceo!bucky ;)))

#mod han #omega!steve #alpha!bucky #escort!steve #ceo!bucky #smut #filth tag #knotting/breeding

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Nothin’ for Free excerpt ch.10

So ch. 10 of my story Nothin’ for Free is really long and I want to make sure I get it right and up to standard before posting. I’m aiming for tomorrow night or Saturday. In the meantime, here is a lil excerpt (wherein a new POV comes into the mix).

Robin handed off the shift to a little sophomore boy named Mike. He’d just started a couple weeks ago and barely knew his head from his ass, but she’d taught him to use the register earlier, so she felt confident the building wouldn’t burn down while she was gone.

Harrington lived in this real ritzy house out in Loch Nora. She’d only been there once when Steve needed a ride home from work earlier last year. But she’d never been inside. On the way, she stopped by Bigley's to pick up a cup of microwavable soup, a few aspirin tabs, and a bottle of pop.

It was three when she pulled up to the Harrington’s house. Looked about as fancy as she remembered too, with a perfect lawn and perfect flowers—a fuckin’ windchime. Robin parked on the street and she cut through the neat lawn to the front step. The doorbell sang through the house.

It took a minute for Steve to appear in front of her. He looked like total dogshit. His hair was greasy, hanging in front of his face, and the underarms of his white T-shirt were tinged brown with sweat. He looked so pale. She raised her loot at him and marched wordlessly inside.

He shut the door behind her, closing out the sunlight. Robin snorted at a picture of Steve wearing red cowboy boots at a rodeo. It was hanging next to a picture of a painted pheasant. Rich people were so weird.

She headed for where she hoped the kitchen was and Harrington trailed after her like a ghost. He sat at the table, observing her glumly while she flittered around. Robin popped the soup into the microwave and shook out a couple tablets of pain meds for him. She pushed them into his hands.

“Got you pop too,” she said, wrestling the Coke out of the bag.

Steve blinked down at the tablets in his palm. He popped them into his mouth and swallowed them dry. Closer now, she could see his eyes were swollen and red. A conversation of theirs drifted back to her. He’d mentioned going to Indianapolis this weekend with his boy—Billy Hargrove.

Suddenly a lot of things made sense. The microwave beeped and she got his soup out, poured it into a bowl, and set it down in front of him. He frowned down at it. “Told you not to bring me soup,” he grumbled.

She only pushed it closer to him. “You know I’m going to ask, so why don’t you just tell me what happened and we can skip past the boring parts.”

He started rubbing at an eyebrow, fingers of his other hand levering the spoon up and down. “Nothing happened. It just–didn’t work out,” he said slowly. Robin felt immediate panic at seeing a glistening start at the corner of his eye. Hell, she hoped he didn’t cry. She didn’t handle crying boys too well.

“What happened?” she said again.

“Fuck—I don’t even know. It doesn’t really matter.”

He kept levering the spoon up and down by the bowl and the glistening in the corner of his eye spread, spiking his bottom lashes with moisture. Oh, hell. Robin put her hand carefully over his, trying not to be awkward about it. “Did he say something?” she said.

Steve huffed out a humorless laugh. “Wow, where can I start. Um, maybe the part where I’m—I’m fucking stupid. Or, fuck, maybe you’d like to hear that I’ve only been a warm mouth this whole time. Jesus Christ.” She watched him knock the spoon across the table with the back of his hand. “So. Yeah, it’s just, it’s done.”

Steve buried his face in his hands, his shoulders high and stiff. Robin wondered if she should do something. Put her hand on him again maybe. She eyed the curling steam coming off the soup and carefully reached for the spoon, ladling some soup into it. She brought it up to his mouth.

“Open up, Stevie,” she said.

He groaned into his hands and slid them down his cheeks, red eyes peering at her over his fingertips. “Robin. C’mon,” he said.

Robin blew on it for him in case it was too hot. “It’s Bigley’s secret family recipe. Microwaved by yours truly. It’ll make you feel better. Now open your damn mouth.”

He rolled his eyes and took the spoon from her, slurping away its contents. He made a humming noise, pulled the bowl closer, and took a few large spoonfuls from that. Robin rested her chin in her hand, watching him. “Do you love him?”

Steve paused, spoon rested against his lip. “He’s the biggest asshole I know,” he said.

“I know the type. Do you love him, though?”

“It doesn’t fucking matter. He made it pretty clear he doesn’t care about what I feel.”

“He’s leaving soon right?” she prompted.

Steve took another big slurping spoonful of soup and nodded. Spoon still stuck in his mouth like a lolly, he said, “This Sunday.” His eyes went bright again. “Yeah. Sunday,” he said, quieter.

“Well...if he’s leaving anyway, what’s the harm in letting him know?”

“Letting him know what? Nothing I say will change anything,” he spat. Two splotches of red appeared high in his cheeks. She felt marginally relieved to see some anger on his face—now that she could deal with. Robin was no stranger to feeling angry.

“Let him know everything. Hell, tell him he’s the biggest asshole you know. Maybe it won’t change anything, but at least you can say your part.”

“Pretty sure he already knows he’s a piece of shit,” said Steve.

Robin smiled thinly. She plucked the spoon from his hands and took a delicate sip from it. Didn’t taste too bad, for microwavable soup. “Then tell him again,” she said. After all, that’s what she’d do.

#harringrove #steve x billy #billy x steve #all the women in my story are smarter than the men #seriously the voice of reason comes from WOMEN #fic #myfic #fanfic #stranger things

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