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a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 months

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I Love You, But More Importantly, I Trust You (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Fandom: Marvel, Avengers, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier Word Count: 2911 Summary: It's Valentine's Day and Bucky isn't sure what to give you that will adequately express how he really feels. Finally, he decides to give you the one piece of himself he's been hiding all this time... TW: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Past Trauma, Emotional & Physical Scars, Description of Past Injuries, Undressing, Kissing Note: Happy Valentine's Day!!! I thought our favorite traumatized soldier needed some loving today (even if it involves some emotional vulnerability first)

“Hey, Buck. Are you all ready for tonight?”

Bucky glanced up from the television screen, one eyebrow raised slightly, to stare at his best friend as he walked into the room followed closely by Sam. “What’s tonight?”

“Umm, Valentine’s Day?” Sam said. “Damn, I know you’ve been on ice for the last 70 or so of them, but wasn’t that a thing back in the 40’s?”

Steve chuckled. “It was but back then Bucky…well, let’s just say he didn’t usually keep the same girl around for more than a few dates.”

Sinking into the couch cushion, Bucky muttered, “Steve was the romantic one. I was young and cocky and just looking for a good time, not something serious.”

Sam plopped down on the arm of the couch. “You better not let your girlfriend hear you say that or Tony’ll have to build you a new right arm to match that shiny left one.”

“What I have with her is nothing like those girls in the past!” Bucky snapped, but then his tone softened as he stared down at his hands. “I…I love her.”

He had first whispered those words to you a few months ago when he asked you to share his quarters in the Tower with him, but it was still strange saying them in front of his friends. Neither of you were big on public displays of affection or grand romantic gestures so Bucky doubted either Steve or Sam realized how deeply he truly cared about you. To them, this might just seem like another fling or someone to keep his bed warm, but in reality, nothing could be farther from the truth.

As if reading his mind, Steve placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze. “Well, today’s the day you’re supposed to prove that to her. Why don’t you buy her some flowers, a box of chocolate, a stuffed animal or two, and then take her out for a nice dinner? That’s what most people do. Just show her a good time and then let her know what she means to you. She’ll love it.”

Bucky nodded though he wasn’t so sure. That stuff might be fine for most girls, but you weren’t most girls. Far from it. You were unlike anyone he had ever met before and while he did want to do something special to show you how he felt, he knew fancy food and generic trinkets weren’t the way. He would have to find something else, something you would value more than the crap they were selling at all the local stores.

And as much as the idea terrified him, he thought he knew just the thing.

Dragging yourself into your quarters as soon as the Quinjet landed, you flopped back onto the bed and draped your arm across your eyes. You loved your job and couldn’t imagine being anything other than a SHIELD agent, but weeks like this left you considering an early retirement. Globetrotting and tracking down rogue agents on less than a few hours of sleep had been the dream a few years ago. However, as you got older–and now actually had someone waiting for you when you came home–that life was losing some of its appeal.

You had just started to slip into unconsciousness when you heard a shuffling come to a stop at the edge of the room. Without moving your arm from its place over your eyes, you mumbled, “Hey, baby. Sorry I didn’t come find you but you weren’t around when I came in so I thought you might be out. However–” you said with a tired chuckle “–it would seem as though we’re both home.”

“How was it?”

Noting a slight tension in Bucky’s voice, you began to answer his question. “Ugh, just the same old, same old. Fury is all over my ass about this latest intel. I told him I can’t do anything else until he gives me–”

You fell silent as you raised your head and got your first glimpse of your boyfriend. He was wearing your ratty, faded pink bathrobe that was stretched taut across his muscular shoulders and arms. The bottoms of the robe hung open and loose–revealing a glimpse of his boxers underneath–but at the top across his bare chest, he clutched the robe closed securely as if his life depended on it. His teeth were clenched tightly, his long hair grazing his pronounced jawline as it fell over his face. And even though his eyes were partially obscured and he was avoiding your gaze, it was impossible not to recognize the fear within them.

Sitting up, you softly asked, “Hey, Buck… what’s going on?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” he muttered bluntly as if that explained everything.

Quietly, you cursed to yourself. You had never given a damn about Valentine’s Day, even as a little kid in school when you were supposed to pass out the cheap cards all the parents bought for everyone in class. And now as an adult, things haven't changed. In fact, until he mentioned it, the significance of the day had completely slipped your mind. But even now that you had been reminded, it didn’t explain why Bucky was wearing your robe.

“I guess it is. Did we…did we have plans? I can’t for the life of me remember us talking about it but you know how I tend to lose track of everything while I’m gone on a mission. I could–Well, it’s kind of late to get a reservation, but we could try to order in?”

Bucky didn’t respond. Instead, he just continued to stand in the bedroom doorway, the knuckles on his right hand starting to turn white with how tightly he was clutching the sides of the robe shut.

Afraid he might be having some sort of flashback and unsure of what to do, you slid to the edge of the bed until your feet rested on the floor. “Bucky? Baby, did something happen? Why are you wearing that?”

Taking a long, deep breath, Bucky muttered, “Steve and Sam said on Valentine’s Day people are supposed to give each other flowers and chocolates and crappy stuffed animals to show how much they care about each other. I started to go to the store to get you those things, but thinking about it, nothing felt right. I’m sure you would act like you loved it, but we both know you don’t care about that kind of shit. Plus, none of that would show you how I really feel about you. So, instead, I decided to give you me…All of me.”

As his grip on the robe slowly started to loosen, you inhaled sharply as it hit you what he was planning. Jumping from the bed, you crossed the room in three long strides and placed your hands over his, stopping the robe from falling open. “No, Buck, you don’t have to do that. I mean, it’s incredible that you thought to offer, but I don’t want you doing anything you’re not comfortable with just because of the date on the calendar.”

For the first time since you came home, Bucky lifted his head to look you straight in the eye. Fear still radiated from him–causing his blue eyes to seem even brighter than usual–but beyond that was a steely determination that you had only seen in the heat of battle. Gently, he removed your hands from his as he said in a strong, clear voice, “I want to. I love you, doll. And more importantly, I trust you.”

Tears began to blur your vision but you quickly blinked them away. Some people might have been slightly annoyed to hear him put trust over love, but you knew that to Bucky, trust was the most important thing in the world. He had been used, lied to, and betrayed so many times that he hadn’t been sure he could ever fully trust someone again.

He had told you as much just before the two of you had slept together for the first time. However, that night had just seemed like a one-time hook-up after an intense mission so as long as he gave you what you needed, you couldn’t give a fuck whether he trusted you or not. But when one time turned into two which turned into three which eventually turned into feelings developing on both sides, it became more of an issue. And while you knew at this point he trusted you more than almost anyone else, there was still one part of himself he hid from you.

No one but a select few SHIELD doctors had ever seen the place where Bucky’s shoulder met his metal arm. In the locker rooms before missions, he would disappear into the bathroom stall to change into his uniform. He would join everyone at the pool or the beach but refused to go in the water or get wet enough to cause his shirt to cling tightly to his body. And when the two of you were alone and got intimate, he always left his shirt or jacket on the entire time.

The only few times he had made an exception to this was after he bought a set of triple-layer blackout curtains for the bedroom, and even then it was a rare occurrence he would strip down completely. When he did, out of respect for him, you tried your best not to let your fingers brush against his shoulder in the darkness, but it had occasionally happened. Even without being able to see it, the feeling of the tough ridge of scar tissue abruptly shifting into cold, smooth metal painted enough of a mental image for you to have a vague idea of what it must be like.

And you understood why he wanted to keep it hidden from view.

But now Bucky was standing before you in the middle of a fully lit room prepared to bare all. All he had to do was drop the robe.

Taking a step back, you nodded. “If this is what you want—if you think you’re ready to show me— then I’m ready. But, baby, don’t do this unless you are positive you’re not going to regret it.”

The smallest flicker of a smile flashed across Bucky’s face as his fingers tightened around the edges of the robe. “I told you…I trust you.”

And he let your robe drop to the floor.

It took everything in you not to react or burst into tears as you gazed at where his scarred, raised flesh melded into shiny metal. The way the arm was fused into his mangled skin made your stomach churn and bile burn in the back of your throat. But it wasn’t its appearance that made you on the edge of breaking down. No. It was the thought of how much pain and torture HYDRA had put Bucky through to do this. How these visible scars were just the beginning of the damage they inflicted on him and how even though he had broken free of their control, there were just as many scars left behind that you couldn’t see as there were on display before you right now.

Bucky’s eyes were laser-focused on your face, seemingly scanning it for any clue as to what you were thinking. Stepping closer to him once more, you wet your lips before asking, “Can… Can I touch it?”

He nodded slightly but just before your fingers brushed against the metal, you drew your fingers back. “It won’t hurt you, will it?”

“Sometimes it still hurts,” he admitted, “but not when it’s touched. There’s just some leftover nerve damage that flares up from time to time. Hurts like hell, but even that’s nothing compared to how it was at first.”

He had never mentioned still having pain, but even more than that, he had never talked about the transition period from Bucky Barnes into the Winter Soldier, at least not to you. There was a file somewhere that contained all the information SHIELD had collected on him from various HYDRA bases they had raided as well as a SHIELD interview that had been conducted when Bucky first joined, but out of respect for Bucky, you had never sought it out.

“You remember that? Wha–what they did to you?”

“I remember every second of it.” The venom in Bucky’s words caught you momentarily off guard, but you understood it wasn’t you that hatred was directed at. “They might have wiped most of my conscious memory, but the process never erased the pain. They didn’t want it to. It was left as a reminder of what they could do and as a promise of what would happen again if I didn’t follow their orders.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Looking at his shoulder again, your own rage bubbled in your chest. “All those bastards who did this to you better be glad they’re dead because if I ever got my hands on them–”

Bucky chuckled softly. “If I remember correctly, you did get your hands on a few of them.”

“Yeah, but that was before I knew what they had done to you. If I had, I would have made them regret every scar and mark they left on your body.”

But as disgusted as you were at what HYDRA had made Bucky endure, you knew your hatred wasn’t what he needed right now. So, placing one hand on the side of his face, you turned your thoughts to the gift he had given you instead. “But, hey, I know I can’t fix what they did. However, I hope you know seeing this doesn’t change how I feel about you. If anything, it makes me love you more.”

Taking his metal hand, you gently placed a kiss on his cold fingertips. Then you placed another on his knuckles. Then the back of his hand. Then his wrist.

Slowly, you moved up his arm, peppering soft, feather-like kisses along the way. You knew despite its hard, steely appearance, the vibranium prosthetic was sensitive enough to detect the slightest changes in temperature or the lightest of pressures. And judging by the way Bucky’s eyes flickered closed as he leaned his head back with a peaceful sigh, he could feel each and every one of your kisses.

You had done this many times before, especially on those nights he was wrestling with his past or consumed with feelings of guilt and remorse. It was always the same: you started at his fingertips and continued until you reached the red star on his shoulder. Each kiss was to remind him you loved him—all of him.

However, this time, after you kissed the star, you didn’t stop. Bucky’s eyes flew open and his body went rigid as you placed a kiss on the top of his shoulder…one on the silver metal covering his chest…one on the place where skin and metal met.

You could feel him shaking slightly and you peered up through your lashes to make sure he was still alright. When he caught you staring, he gave you the smallest of nods. With this reassurance, you placed another kiss on his scars and another. You moved diligently from the top of his shoulder down to the very bottom of the metal plating. Once there, you worked your way back up the same path. When you reached the top of his shoulder, you began moving up his neck and then across his jaw.

You only stopped when your lips were hovering a breath above his. Tears were glistening in both of your eyes as you whispered, “I know you thought this would change things or make me feel different about you, and it has.” Bucky’s face crumpled slightly and he tried to pull away, but you held his face firmly in your hand. As you smiled, you continued, “I thought I loved you this morning. But seeing how much I mean to you, how much you truly trust me…I’ve never loved anyone or felt as loved by them as I do right now. This is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. Thank you, baby.”

You leaned forward slightly, pressing your lips against his as you tried to put all of your love and gratitude into the kiss so he knew what he meant to you. For just a second, he froze. But then Bucky melted into you as you felt the last of his walls crumble around you. He was standing before you as raw and as vulnerable as a person could be, it was the most breathtaking thing you had ever experienced.

Without breaking the kiss, you took his cold, hard hand in your warm, soft one and blindly began leading him to the bed. Once there, you turned so his back was to the mattress and you pressed forward, forcing him down onto his back.

Finally breaking the kiss, you climbed onto the bed too, straddling his waist as you placed your hand over the damaged part of his arm he had shared with you. Rolling your hips slightly against his, you purred, “It’s still Valentine’s Day and though I don’t have anything half as special as the gift you gave me, I plan on spending the rest of the night showing you how much I love you.”

In one fluid motion, you removed your shirt and tossed it behind you where it landed on top of the discarded robe.

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steveybucky · 1 month

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Okay but Steve saying “I can do this all day” to Tony in CACW while mirroring the same stance he had at the beginning of CATFA seems to awaken some sort of deep instinct in Bucky??? He’s lying on the ground clearly in a ton of pain and probably thinks he’s about to die, energy completely depleted, then he hears steve say this, and he looks over and sees Steve in that stance and ALL he can see is his Steve as he knew him, because how many times has he seen and heard this? He sees the small 16 year old kid in a back alley in Brooklyn standing back up after being told to stay down, and Bucky feels that need that he’s felt time and time again, to run in and help and get steve home and take care of him

Because RIGHT AFTER steve says this, bucky seems to get this burst of energy, and grabs Tony’s leg to distract him, thus allowing steve to finish it

Ugh these boys and their primary instinct to protect each other I SWEAR

#stucky #captain america civil war #bucky barnes #steve rogers #I could be reaching but I don’t think so #because you do see bucky slowly inching over BUT #you can tell he’s super weak #and I don’t think it’s coincidental for bucky to do that IMMEDIATELY after Steve says something from their past

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5ummit · 4 months

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My Trash Exchange giftee @gunshou requested "twisted ultra-possessive fucked up codependent Hydra!Steve/Bucky" (which happens to be one of my favorite stucky dynamics) with a dash of body horror. Hopefully I delivered.

#looking at my past 3 drawings and realizing they're all centered around bucky with something on or in his mouth #surely this says nothing about me #hydra trash party #bucky barnes #steve rogers #hydra!steve #hydra cap #stucky #whump #body horror #mouth sewn shut #marvel #my art #trash squad #my first art post in almost two years #apparently the only thing that motivates me enough to finish a drawing these days is the trash exchange

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gyokujyn · 21 days

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CATWS 10th Anniversary | April 2nd » Prompts: "But I knew him." for @catws-anniversary

a loving homage to A Softer World and @asofteravenger

#marvel mcu #catws10 #stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #a softer world #a softer avenger #remix #past tense #jyn makes stuff #i even made myself sad with this one #“but i knew him” simply doesn't fix it #if you love him and you want the both of you to be safe #you have to love him enough to let him go and walk away #i hope this sounds as good as it does in my head where there's that nice satisfying echo from all the brain rot #screaming into the void

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thelaurenshippen · 1 year

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we need more names for men in stories. as a tumblr user in certain fandoms the steve/stede, ed/eddie, buck/bucky of it all is really getting to be too much, you're always one typo away from being in a completely different universe

#have I made this post before?#perhaps #I am just copy pasting a tweet of mine from 9 months ago lol #bc cherokee and I were talking about this today in recording DD #and I brought this up and she waas like HOW is there not a tumblr post about this!!#and I was like I made one!#except then I remembered that I deffinitely tweeted it in the time when I used to tweet #so here it is #we need to talk about this #we need more names for men!!!!!!#unfortunately I love the name buck/bucky/buckley so I probably will name a character that at some point #but steve and eddie I think I can stay away from #I think...?#have I named a character either of those names?#they're solid names #but they belong to those guys you know?#we have reached capacity!!!!!!!#steve/eddie AND stede/ed AND eddie/buck AND steve/bucky #what are we DOING

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burberrycanary · 1 month

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Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions)

Stucky, Endgame Fix-it, Road Trip Get Together

An expression crosses Bucky’s face like a shadow, tightly controlled and gone fast. But he rolls his head to the side, looking over at Steve, calm and steady, worn by life and changed so much but still here, by this small fire and lit with the unsteady golden glow, under these too many stars.

“Everywhere I go,” Bucky says, “the past is this pit. But I’ve got to keep it behind me, because if I don’t, I’ll fall in. And someday I’m not going to have the strength to crawl back out. So it’s got to stay behind me, Steve—the big nothing right at the back of my feet.”

Steve stares at his walking-around miracle brought back to him by so much carnage and wretched injustice he’ll never be able to set right, not in all his remaining days.

Because here’s the truth: he’s never once caught Bucky and every time he’s ended up following, he’s been too late to save him from all this suffering—the war, the future, and the long fall into the cold that came in between.

Honesty is all he has to give, which may just be adding to the burdens of a man doomed to carry a terrible load he can’t put down.

But maybe there’s something in the old paradox: the weight that makes you feel lighter.

Maybe that’s what loving someone is.

Read Chapter 46 on AO3

Only one more chapter to go—I'm almost done with this! Many thanks to my betas @village-skeptic, @booksandabeer and @zenaidamacrouras1 🥰

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luna-rainbow · 2 years

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lightyear, the endgame dissertation

You know that post along the lines of "Lightyear as a movie was okay but then you learn it was a video length essay rebuke against Endgame Steve's ending and it is chef's kiss"...it is 100% on the money.

First thing's first, I never got into the Toy Story franchise, and in fact I found it pretty hard to connect with most of the Pixar movies, despite how much accolade they get.

Lightyear by itself is...par. It's got humour, it's got heart, it's got a solid central message around friendship.

But when you put it in the context of a Endgame critique then you realise how much BURN it packed in there.......

(Massive spoilers under cut)

I want to start this off by saying Izzy is adorable and she had a solid character arc that wasn't overshadowed by Lightyear's. She went from bluster to feeling inadequate to forcing herself to confront her worst fears for a friend. Two separate character arcs in one movie, imagine that, Marvel!

The premise is that Buzz makes a mistake during an emergency launch and strands the entire crew on a semi-hostile planet. Feeling immense guilt that he's ruined the mission (and thereby, much of the team's dreams of being "Space Rangers"), Buzz commits himself to running dangerous solo missions to trial fuel combinations that could get the ship off the planet. With each trip he approaches hyperspeed, he experiences time dilation, and he is so focused on his mission that he barely notices his best friend (Alisha) ageing until he comes back one time and realises she had already passed on.

When Buzz finally finds the right fuel combination, he's 80 years in the future. The crew and their descendants have truly settled into the planet, but in recent weeks the planet has been invaded by a ship of ominous looking robots.

He meets his best friend's grand-daughter, Izzy, and her crew of misfits. Then for the next 40 minutes, Buzz learns he doesn't have to do things alone, and that he doesn't have to shoulder all the responsibility on his own.

And as he learns this, he gets transported up to the spaceship to meet the villain who is, I kid you not, Old Man Buzz. Old Man Buzz came from the same past as young Buzz, but he almost got arrested on one of his return journeys and became so disillusioned with the world, he flew off into hyperspeed and realised he could jump back and forward in time. Old Man Buzz knows the pain young Buzz suffers, and entices him with the prospect of going back in time before a mistake was ever made. It is also worth noting that young Buzz has friends that he is shown to now depend on and trust, while Old Man Buzz only has himself and in his drive to achieve his mission, destroys his only 2 semi-sentient robot companions (Sox and Ivan).

What follows is the greatest dissertation against Endgame I have ever fucking seen in live motion.

Old Man Buzz says that Alisha will get to be a Space Ranger again and young Buzz pointing out that "but...she won't have her family. She won't have Izzy". Old Man Buzz says dismissively "She's not going to miss anyone if she never meets them in the first place" and young Buzz looking absolutely SHOOK by those words, realising this old man was going to wipe out 80 years of lived experiences so he can have his past. Young Buzz then tries to appeal to the old man's rationality and point out that Alisha had an entire life and Old Man Buzz dismisses it as "what kind of life is that?!" because he has in his mind what kind of life she should have, while refusing to acknowledge the life she had was fulfilling and full of joy. Old Man Buzz presses him with "You don't want to live like this Buzz, waking up with the same nightmare, haunted by your mistake, but you can finally let go of that."

And Buzz does, by walking away from Old Man Buzz and refusing to go back to the past. Buzz owns and then forgives himself for that past mistake (and accepting fallibility and forgiving oneself is a recurring theme in this movie, not just for Buzz, but for the other characters too) by accepting the present it has created, because he realises there are good things about the present worth living for.

"You're going to erase everything!" Young Buzz yells at Old Man Buzz as he preps the crystal, "People's family, their friends. My friends."

As much as Buzz misses the friendships of his previous life, he values the connections he has made in the here and now and he doesn't want to erase them for what has already passed.

Buzz defeats Old Man Buzz by destroying the fuel source, i.e. the only hope of Buzz going back in time, and the day is saved by everyone coming together to help each other instead of Buzz struggling to do it on his own (and also why Old Man lost because he only had himself and his robots, who he didn't value).

In the end, Izzy asks Buzz about the now destroyed fuel source, "Your mission...you've always wanted to go home."

Buzz smiles, "You know, for the first time in a long time, I feel like I am home."

AND SUCK ON THAT, ENDGAME.

#anti endgame #lightyear #steve rogers #like legit i almost got teary in aspects thinking this is what steve deserved #all the guilt and grief he had carried with him #for him to realise that he didn't need to do it alone and that he didn't need to impale his life on that one mistake #and you can interpret that mistake to either not getting off the ship or not stopping bucky's fall or not stopping hydra's infiltration #but how much i wished to see steve to have walked onward from that and acknowledge that #it is okay to be human and to be fallible but what's more important is the way you pick yourself up and walk on #and the way that you open your arms and let other people into your world #and that the solution to a mistake IS NEVER TO GO BACK INTO THE PAST TO FIX IT but it is to LIVE IN THE FUTURE AND MAKE IT BETTER #fuck endgame #spoilers #lightyear spoilers

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Private Party

AN: This little bit of filth is my entry for @the-slumberparty week two writers challenge ‘Blast from the past’. A big thank you to all my followers who helped me choose from a list of 4 one-shots that were ripe for a sequel. You all picked Steve: Private Gift, which was written as part of my 500 follower challenge last year. This story picks up where the original faded to black.

Thank you to @navybrat-817 for beta-ing. Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banners by me.

Relationship: Steve x Reader (established), Bucky x Reader x Sam

Word count: 1.5k

CW: Explicit sexual content (threesome, oral (m and f receiving), female masturbation, implied PinV sex) use of Traffic Light system, snarky banter between the boys, voyeurism/exhibitionism, bit of a stag/vixen dynamic (as Steve gets off on watching reader get pleasured by others)

“I don’t mind at all.”

Barely had the words left your mouth when Bucky’s lips were on yours. Steve’s were fastened to your neck, nipping and sucking and…oh! Those must have been Sam’s lips that trailed across your abdomen, as you trembled with desire, wedged between the three of them. Six hands roamed over your heated skin and when Bucky’s mouth moved to trail down the opposite side of your neck from Steve, you couldn’t hold back a gasp. This was definitely not what you’d imagined when you’d decided to try and spice up your love life with Steve by wearing some sexy lingerie.

One of the unfamiliar hands brushed over the lace of your panties, gently tracing the outline of your pussy and you felt your arousal pool into them.

“Steve… your girl is more than a little excited.” Sam. “We told you, dumbass. Told you she needed a bit more than just a scoop of regular vanilla.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve made your point.” Steve’s voice was loud in your ear and your lips curved up into a smile at the faux petulance of his retort.

“Less talking, more making doll-face fly into the stratosphere.”

Who manhandled you, you weren’t sure, but the next thing you knew you were lying on Steve’s large bed, hands divesting you of the scraps of lace. Your eyes were closed to help you from suffering sensory overload - and also because you were still a little nervous - but you were aware of every touch, every press of a pair of lips. There was a tug on your legs, and with a gulp and a thank you to the god of bikini-waxing, you spread your thighs. One warm hand and one cool one rubbed up and down the soft skin and it was clear that Bucky was going to tease you a bit. You tried to focus on what he was doing, stroking your flesh, kissing it, but not quite going to where you needed him, but Steve and Sam were making it almost impossible with the way they were alternating between playing with your breasts and kissing you.

You let out a moan as Bucky’s breath ghosted across your pussy and an impatient wiggle took hold of you. Bucky chuckled. You’d hear him laugh before, but this… this was a sound of filthy corruption and it fanned the flames inside you even more.

“Okay, doll, I’ll stop teasing…” His mouth latched onto you, tongue probing and licking at your folds and you let out an animalistic groan as your hands flew to his shaggy hair and gripped it hard.

“I hope you’re taking notes man. She’s really enjoying that.” Sam appeared to be full of snark, and you couldn’t let it go uncommented upon.

“Quiet, Sam. I enjoy it when he does it, too. So far you’re the one untested.” It was a strange sensation, Bucky giggling into your pussy, but you lightly tightened your thighs around his head to get him back on track.

A pair of lips, that must once again be Sam, fastened onto your right nipple, and his calloused fingers started to pluck and pinch at the left. Wondering, through your pleasure filled haze, about what Steve was doing, you cracked open your eyelids.

Your blond super-soldier boyfriend was sitting next to you on the bed, his back against the headboard, pants-fly open and his cock in his hand. He was taking in the erotic tableau in front of him, you as its centre-piece. You moved your left hand from Bucky’s head, where he continued to slurp and suck at your core, and reached out to touch Steve. His name left your lips like a prayer and he leaned forward and down to kiss you hard, swallowing your mewls of contentment.

With three talented mouths caressing your skin, your first orgasm didn’t come as a surprise to you, blooming out from your core where Bucky was until the very ends of your hair felt as though they were tingling.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Bucky and Sam making you feel good?”

You bit your lip and nodded, letting out another moan as Bucky’s tongue swiped over your sensitive clit. With a gentle motion, you pushed him away, and he sat back on his heels, grinning face shiny with your cum, and rubbed at it with the back of his hand.

“You gotta try it, Sam. Fucking delicious.” You giggled at the ridiculousness of the situation, but given how aroused you were, you weren’t adverse to Sam taking a turn. You looked back at Steve, silently checking in with him, but he just smiled and winked as Sam and Bucky switched places.

“God, you smell good as well, baby. Here’s hoping I ace your test.” And just like Bucky, he dove in without delay. You’d never really considered before how different guys could have different techniques for eating pussy, and you were sure you’d probably analyse it all later, but all you could focus on at that moment was the feeling of Sam’s trimmed facial hair scratching over your skin and the way he thrust his tongue into your weeping channel. You clutched at his skull and your back arched as you squealed and your eyes fluttered closed again.

“Oh god!”

“Doll, you’re gonna inflate his ego even more, if you carry on like that. Let’s quieten you down a bit, yeah?” His thumb brushed over your lips before pushing it between them and you eagerly suckled on the invading digit. “Oh, you really like that. Want something more?”

You nodded vigorously and let his thumb go, eager for what you knew was coming. With the first brush of his smooth, but salty flesh over your lips, you opened your mouth and welcomed his cock. Sam took that moment to suck on your clit and you let out a muffled squeal. Bucky chuckled and pushed in deeper.

“Stevie, please tell me that you’ve not been missing out on this at least? Fuck. Don’t think I ever wanna leave.

“Give me some credit, jerk. I’m not that stupid.”

You tried to tune out their childish bickering, because you were in heaven. Sam was sucking and slurping on your pussy like it was his last meal and you were doing the same to Bucky’s cock, swirling your tongue around his slit before taking him in as far as you could. One hand still held Sam in place, and the other was braced on Bucky’s thick thigh, so you could signal for him to give you space when you needed.

Every so often you opened your eyes to find Steve’s gaze right on you, watching you succumb to pleasure. You came a second time under Sam’s tongue just as Bucky spilled himself down your throat. The dark-haired super soldier gave you a filthy kiss before pulling away, only to be replaced by Sam, nudging insistently at your swollen and cum-slick lips. You accepted him as eagerly as you had Bucky.

You revelled in the different scent and taste of him, both to Bucky, but also to Steve, and it wasn’t long before your hand slid between your legs, bringing you to a third, explosive climax. Sam gave you warning before he also reached his end, but you swallowed down all he had to give. He kissed you too, his broad hands gently caressing your tired, sweaty form, pulling your hand from between your legs and then breaking the kiss so he could suck your juices from your fingers.

You lay in a daze, panting and recovering, trying to make sense of all that had happened since you’d walked into Steve’s room with the intention to prompt him into getting a bit ‘spicy’. It was therefore a few minutes before you realised that there was a stillness to the air, the only sound that of two people breathing. You cracked open one eye, and then the other, blinking at the brightness, to find that Sam and Bucky had silently left. Only Steve remained, smiling down at you from his place at your side.

“Hey, sweetheart. You back with me?”

“Sort of, yeah. I think.” A sound, a cross between a snort and giggle, left your mouth.

“I’ve been playing it a little too safe, haven’t I?” He turned and shifted, slotting his slim waist between your thighs, with his forearms resting either side of your head. He was naked now and your gaze was drawn to his chiselled chest. “Turns out I’ve not been giving my needy little slut what she craves.”

“Hey, have I complained? We’d have got here at some point, although I will say I wasn't anticipating the ad hoc threesome with your friends. Maybe we both need to be a bit better at communicating?” You lifted your arms and twined them around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. It started sweet, but quickly grew heated, and you could feel Steve’s cock rutting against your inner thigh.

“Careful, Steve. I have already had three tonight, remember? I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Three that you now owe me, sweetheart.” His eyes were dark, filled with an animalistic want. “And in the spirit of communication I need you to give me a colour; red, yellow or green. You say green and I’m gonna try my hardest to wring three more orgasms from you. Fuck you until you don’t know which way is up and the only word you know is my name. You’ll be feeling me for days, baby. So, what do you say?”

You tilted your head to the side, biting on your lower lip in contemplation. Although it hadn’t been in the way you’d anticipated, this was the Steve you’d been trying to draw out. Which meant there was only one answer.

“Green, Stevie. Green.”

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