#sebastian stan bingo

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Slam

Following an injury in the field, Bucky goes to check on Steve in the infirmary and confesses his feelings and his fears.

CW: Minor injury, smut, first time. Don’t forget to use lube, folks – unless you’re a super soldier.

Prompts used;

‘Bad Coping Mechanisms’, ‘Mutual Pining’ and ‘Wall Sex’ – Build-a-Bucky Bingo (@buckybarnesevents);

“You Look So Pretty Like This.” and ‘Muscles’ – @stuckybingo;

“I’m Right Where I Belong.” and “You Getting Flustered is One of the Cutest Things I’ve Seen.” – @sebastianstanbingo.

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Bucky raced through the corridors, the serum’s power flowing through him as his feet pounded the linoleum, heart hammering in his chest.

As soon as the news of Steve’s injury had reached him, he’d been up and running, with fear he hadn’t felt in decades pulsing in his veins. Ever since Steve had been bulked up in the war, Bucky had been able to slowly let go of the terror for Steve’s longevity that had plagued him since he’d met the kid at six years old, scrawny but surprisingly bold – and prone to getting his ass kicked. But the serum Steve had received had made the once-tiny man a hulking mass of muscle and sinew, invulnerable to most things thrown at him, and Bucky had finally been able to relax a little – though he still worried about his childhood friend more than any other member of the team.

Bucky blamed it on their longstanding connection and the camaraderie born from being the only two super soldiers, both displaced from their own time by time in ice (and servitude, in Bucky’s case). It was a miracle they were both here, together, a hundred years in the future and experiencing things they never even dreamt of.

That was it, Bucky argued, when he lay awake at night thinking of the skinny kid from Brooklyn, the strong man he’d grown into. He argued it was appreciation of the smooth curves of muscle that had him fantasising about the water flowing over his back when he’d glimpsed him in the shower after a training session. It was simply concern that had him inspecting his Captain’s bare chest when his suit had been ripped in battle, checking thoroughly for cuts and scrapes.

He'd argued, but it was as he was skidding to a halt and slamming through the infirmary doors that it finally hit him that his argument was a lie.

The sight of Steve lay on the thin medical paper, his back to the doors as Bruce finished stitching a deep wound above his hipbone, had Bucky pausing and panting for breath. It’d been a long time since he’d managed to move so quickly that he was forced to breathe harder, but his strides had barely touched the floor as he’d flown towards his teammate.

“Hey, Buck.”

The Winter Soldier cocked his head sharply, smiling just a little to himself as he saw Steve’s muscles relax minutely. “How did you know it was me?”

“Heard you running. Anyone else would be far more breathless – and definitely couldn’t move so fast.” The grin in Steve’s voice was audible, and Bucky chuckled, moving closer slowly.

“Yeah, well. Nat messaged, and she wasn’t liberal with the details. All I knew was that you’d been hurt.”

“Worried, were you?” Steve’s shoulders trembled as he laughed silently, making Bucky snort as he rounded the table, casting an assessing eye over the shallow lacerations marring the Captain’s bare chest as he took a seat.

“Actually, I was hoping to get here in time to pull the plug,” Bucky quipped, grinning, and Steve rolled his eyes affectionately.

“Your life wouldn’t be worth living without me in it, and you know it,” Steve teased back, lips quirked in a fond smile before he grimaced as the doctor tied off his thread. Buck reached out automatically, squeezing Steve’s hand reassuringly, heat tingling up his palm at the contact. He’d done this dozens of times as a youth, Steve’s fingers clinging desperately to his as the larger boy had carefully cleaned yet another split lip or scraped palm, but it felt different now, with Steve’s palm comparable to his and Bucky’s metal fingers cool against his skin – and Steve’s pulse beginning to pound at the contact.

“I’m all done here,” Bruce murmured, gently pressing an adhesive bandage to the suture line. “Keep it covered and dry for a few days, and the stitches should dissolve in a week or so. You’ll be good as new by then.” The doctor grinned, shaking his head fondly. “If only all of my patients recovered so quickly!”

Steve chuckled obligingly, pulling the edge of his suit a little higher to obscure both bandage and sharp curve of bone. “You’d be out of a job, Dr. Banner. Thanks again,” he added as Bruce rose, receiving a polite inclination of the head for his gratitude.

The boys were left alone, fingers still entwined together, Steve fiddling with the ragged edges of his clothing idly. “I’m gonna have to get a new suit… This one got pretty shredded.”

Bucky laughed, running a palm over the lacerated star hanging over the edge of the table. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I got thrown. Road rash sucks,” the Captain replied with a shrug, and groaned as he pushed himself into a sitting position. “But you heard Bruce – I’ll be good as new in a few days.”

James nodded, eventually releasing his friend’s hand with a discreet twitch of his jaw. “Yeah. You were always the strong one.” Steve snorted and raised an eyebrow, considering his fellow soldier pointedly, but Bucky only laughed and shook his head. “Maybe, when we were younger, I could pick up something heavier than you. But you were always so… Tough. You weren’t scared of anything.” He smiled softly, head tilted minutely. “Actually, no. You were scared, but you always stood up for yourself anyway. You never let anyone keep you down or underestimate you. That’s real strength.”

Steve chuckled, his cheeks pinkening minutely as he looked away. “Not always,” he muttered, hands knotting uncertainly in his lap. “There were some things I just… I didn’t fight when the insults and assumptions started flying.”

“The assumptions?” Bucky repeated softly, head cocked. When Steve only shrugged, Bucky leaned forward conspiratorially. “You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

Steve blinked in surprise, his back straightening nervously. “I-I… What?”

Bucky smiled softly, leaning a little closer. “Those assumptions… Do you mean the ones about your sexuality?”

Steve hesitated for a moment, eyeing his friend nervously. “… You heard about that?”

The sergeant arched an eyebrow, head inclined. “Of course, Stevie. You’re my best friend. Besides… We spent a whole lot of time together. It wasn’t just you that they made those assumptions about.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve replied quickly, looking away as guilt creased his features, but Bucky simply chuckled.

“Don’t be. They were right.”

The words sat in the still air for a moment before they collided visibly with the Captain, sending him jerking backwards in shock.

“They- You- … What?” Steve stammered, his eyes widening in shock.

“I’m gay,” Bucky replied easily, shrugging. “Well, no – I’m bisexual. But we both know it’s not the women you were asking about.” Steve’s mouth worked wordlessly, and Bucky smirked. “So? What about you? Were they right about you, too?”

Steve glanced around uncertainly, examining the empty space as if checking for someone hiding in the shadows. “… Why did you come so quickly, Buck?”

“I asked you first.”

“I’m trying to answer. Humour me. Why did you come so quickly?” he repeated, looking down to where his fingers were knotted in his lap.

“Because… Because I care about you?” Bucky offered uncertainly, and Steve nodded, eyes diverted.

“As a friend?” he prompted quietly. Bucky hesitated for a moment, watching as his Captain struggled silently to find the words he was looking for. “… I’m not gay, Buck.” The sergeant blushed minutely, opening his mouth to respond, but Steve held up a hand to stop him. “But I’m not straight, either. I… I’ve only ever wanted to be with – been in love with – one person. After all these years… It’s still only ever been one person.”

Bucky sat silently for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was soft, apprehensive. “Who?”

“Don’t make me say it,” Steve replied, a wry grin quirking at his lips.

Bucky reached out, fingers finding his best friend’s once more, swallowing nervously. “Tell me, Stevie. Please.”

Steve glanced up at last, the brush draining from his cheeks with the sincerity of the moment, ice meeting cerulean in an all-encompassing gaze. “You, Bucky. It’s always been you.”

The words released a feral urgency in his fellow soldier, moving forward to kiss him in a clash of lips and tongues, a low whine escaping the brunette as he tangled his metal fingers in the other’s hair.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Bucky muttered, shifting to trail kisses over the broader man’s jaw, his free hand finding Steve’s hip to pull him closer. “I can’t believe I wasted so much time trying to bury my feelings in drinking and whoring…”

Steve nodded weakly, head instinctively tipping back under his sergeant’s rapturous ministrations. “I-I… I never knew you… I never expected…” He swallowed audibly, hips twitching as his arousal became ever more evident under the skin-tight material of his uniform. Bucky let out a quiet groan of desire, fingers trailing over Steve’s hipbone slowly – but the blond grasped his wrist as his fingertips brushed against his increasingly stiffening length. “Wait.”

Bucky winced, drawing back with a quick, apologetic shake of his head. “I-I’m sorry. We don’t have to, of course, I-”

Steve kissed his lover softly to interrupt him, shaking his head with a smile. “I want to,” he breathed, his fingers finding the back of Bucky’s neck to press their foreheads together. “I’ve just- I… I’ve never…”

Bucky’s face went blank as comprehension dawned, lips parting minutely. “You… Oh.” A smile flickered across his features, and he cupped Steve’s jaw gently. “That’s fine, sweet boy. We go as slow as you like, and do as much or as little as you want. It’s all up to you.”

Steve nodded slowly, then more firmly, and pulled Bucky back to him by the neck of his t-shirt, crushing his lips desperately against the taller man’s.

Buck’s hands were gentle as they explored the Captain’s bare chest, tracing the dips and curves of bone and muscle reverently, mapping each detail and committing every modicum of minutiae to memory – just in case. Steve shivered under his touch, the hand on the back of the sergeant’s neck drawing him closer as he lay back, gasping at the thigh that pressed lightly against his throbbing length.

“Buck, please,” he whispered, tugging gently at the other man’s shirt, purring with delight when the material was shed and dropped to the floor. His hands fumbled with the taller man’s belt, hesitating only minutely before pressing a palm to Bucky’s boxer-clad member and blushing shyly at the relieved groan the motion elicited.

Buck’s lips trailed slowly along jaw and throat, over Steve’s collarbone, proceeding patiently over chest and stomach. Bucky’s knees met the floor as his fingers curled in the waistband of the other man’s underwear. He glanced up to receive clarification, and when he was offered a nod, nervous but sure, he slowly slid Steve’s boxers down, trailing gentle kisses in their wake. When he looked up again to take in his Captain in all his glory, his mouth ran dry, tongue darting out to wet his lips in anticipation. He rocked on his heels for a moment, enjoying the sight for a little longer before falling forward, growling hungrily. His mouth encompassed Steve’s length quickly, eliciting a gasp and a whimper from the soldier pinned to the table, his hands tangling frantically in Bucky’s wild hair.

“I- Oh, Buck, th-that’s so…” Steve trailed off into a desperate moan, his back arching instinctively to press himself deeper. Bucky, in his experience, simply swallowed around his amateur partner’s erratic thrusts to take him into his throat, hands finding his hips to help smoothen his pace, earning a quiet, stammering exclamation for his efforts. The feeling of Bucky’s tongue massaging the underside of his cock as it passed between expert, kiss-flushed lips had him quivering and mewling uselessly until the sergeant pulled back, oceanic eyes dancing with joy. “Good?”

Steve all but sobbed in his pleasure, raising his head to nod weakly. “A-Amazing. Please, honey, Buck… I want… I need…”

“Anything you want, baby boy,” Bucky purred, wrapping a loose, coaxing hand around Steve’s length while he spoke – but unable to keep from leaning in intermittently to pass tongue or lips over the leaking tip, delighting in the gasps and jerks the simple gesture invoked. “You just say the word, and I-”

“I want to make love to you,” Steve interrupted softly, pink tinging his cheeks as he spoke, his twitching cock betraying his enthusiasm. Bucky blinked in surprise before smiling tenderly with an amused shake of his head.

“And here I’d had you pinned as a bottom… What a pleasant surprise,” Bucky breathed, powerless to stop one of his hands from grinding against the straining in his sweatpants desperately, eyes blown wide with lust. “I’ve thought about you fucking me so many times…” He winced minutely, expecting a reprimand from his straight-laced captain for his language, but the blond simply smiled.

“I may be inexperienced, Buck, but I’ve overheard enough sleeping in the room next to Tony’s to expect a little cussing in these situations.”

Bucky simply nodded, standing to pull his shirt over his head, and Steve gulped. He’d seen the brunette in varying degrees of undress on countless occasions, but always he had kept his eyes diverted and downcast, never looking up for fear he would give himself away. But now he could let his gaze roam freely, taking in the curve of the sinew and muscle, of strong arms and well-defined pecs, his expression softening minutely as he took in the puckered ridge of scar where flesh met metal. Bucky shifted self-consciously, raising a hand to rub uncertainly at the marred skin, and Steve pushed himself quickly to his feet, catching the other man’s fingers. “Hey… You’re beautiful, he whispered, dropping his head to pepper kisses along the seam reverently.

Bucky stiffened infinitesimally, relaxation gradually easing the tension in his muscles, a soft sigh escaping parted lips as his eyes closed. “I want you, Steve,” he breathed, fingertips trailing through the short hair adoringly.

Steve could only nod in response, hands fumbling with Bucky’s belt as he dropped to his knees, one flushed, pink lip pulled between his teeth. His breath ghosted over the bulge in the sergeant’s boxers, making the taller man shiver with delight. With a slow, nervous exhale, he wrapped his fingers in Bucky’s waistband, eyes widening minutely as the soldier’s cock was freed at last. Bucky smirked, hand resting gently on Steve’s head, letting out a quiet groan as the barest flick of a tongue passed over his tip. “Please, baby boy, I need you to-”

Bucky’s words were interrupted by his own sharp yelp as Steve clumsily but enthusiastically took him, his inexperience making him gag at the depth, but he recovered to bob his head just as eagerly. The taller man groaned, hand knotting in pale strands, head falling back as he attempted to guide his needy lover into smoother motions, but Steve grasped desperately at his hips, still frantically attempting to take Bucky’s length deeper. “Easy, Stevie,” he breathed, shifting one hand to cup the other man’s jaw tenderly, smiling at the soft whine around his cock. “You really want it deeper, hm?” Steve blinked balefully up at him, tongue still eagerly caressing every inch available, and the sergeant chuckled quietly, gently raising Steve’s chin slightly. “Swallow,” he murmured, pushing forward slowly, using the rhythmic motion of his lover’s obedience to sheath himself fully in Steve’s throat with a shudder. “Fuck, baby boy- so goddamn hot… You look so pretty like this…” His eyes found the other man’s, the pale blue shining with joy, lips parted wide around his cock, and Bucky could have come undone simply at the sight. Steve could only mewl with satisfaction, lashes flickering in pleasure as Bucky rocked his hips, driving his length into his Captain’s throat before drawing back just far enough to let him snatch a breath.

It didn’t take long for the brunette’s muscles to begin to tremble and clench, incensed by the sight of his lover stretched and kneeling before him. The fingers in his hair tensed, and Steve’s eyebrow twitched questioningly. “I-I can’t- I’ll- I can’t hold out,” Bucky stuttered, the rock of his hips become spasmodic – but Steve simply dug his fingers into the other man’s flesh, groaning encouragingly. Bucky hissed with the realisation, free hand joining the first, holding Steve’s head still as his thrusts became more forceful. The feeling of soft whimpers vibrating around his length spurred him on, and he stammered out a quick warning before burying himself deeply, fingernails catching  against scalp as he pinned his submissive Captain against him. “Fuck, Steve- Stevie!”

Steve’s eyes closed in pleasure as his sergeant emptied with a guttural groan, swallowing eagerly, licking his lips as his trembling partner drew back at last. “Thank you,” Bucky breathed, unclenching his hand to smooth the messy blond strands tenderly. Steve opened his eyes to meet his gaze, hesitating only briefly before scrambling to his feet to pin the brunette to the wall, earning a grunt of surprise and a dry gulp.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Cap growled, one hand wrapping lightly around his sergeant’s throat, smiling when a quiet whimper and desperate nod came in response. Bucky groaned as he was turned quickly, hands flat to the wall and ass offered willingly, the Captain’s cock pressing against him teasingly. Steve spat in his palm and slicked his length quickly, one hand steadying himself with his lover’s hip as he lined himself up.

“Please- Please, Stevie, I need you, I want you- please, just-” Bucky moaned needily as Steve pressed inside him roughly, his forehead finding the other man’s metal shoulder as he groaned.

“Bucky- Buck, honey, you feel so good…” he grunted, dragging out slowly before slamming home once more. Slowly at first, the movements of his cock inside the taller man felt incredible, the spark of discomfort from the lack of preparation or real lubricant fading quickly until Bucky was rutting back desperately, trying in vain to increase the pace. “Sweet boy, you’re so eager!”

“Yes- God, yes Sir, please, Stevie- Cap, I need you to fuck me, baby boy,” Bucky panted, fingers curling against the plaster. Steve’s fingers found his, pinning his metal hand to the wall either side of his head, while the other wrapped around his already-stiffening cock, stroking him in time as he thrusted harder. Bucky yelped in surprise, back arching. He’d been fucked many times in his life – but never by someone whose strength parallelled his own, his very bones creaking under the strain as Steve pounded against him with bruising ferocity.

Steve was lost in the heat fizzing through his veins; there was nothing but this, the feeling of Bucky wrapped around him, tight and hot, the air full of the scent of sex and the lewd sounds falling from their lips. This was everything he’d ever wanted, and he found his body reacting automatically, knowing just what to do as he drove himself deeper, their hands on the wall creating cracks in the plaster under the power.

“So beautiful – so good, James – I love you,” Steve groaned, fisting his sergeant’s cock faster as he felt his climax approaching, too far gone and too eager to slow down, to take his time in this. Bucky simply whimpered in response, his forehead pressed to the plaster, soft sobs of overwhelming pleasure falling from his lips between pleas and gratitude, rutting  back against each perfect thrust. “Please- Stevie, fuck, just like that- I-I’m going- I-” His spine arched as he came without warning, painting both his lover’s hand and the wall before him, muscles clenching around Steve’s length.

Steve wrapped an arm around his partner’s waist, dragging him against his chest as he fucked him harder still, groaning out a plea for mercy into Bucky’s throat as he finally, blissfully, emptied himself inside his sergeant.

Bucky lay panting with his head on Steven’s chest, sweat-damp and exhausted, his backside bruised, entirely blissful.

“D’you want to get up?” Steve murmured, tracing his fingers gently down his lover’s spine, earning a lazy shake of the head.

“I’m right where he belong,” Bucky whispered in response, pressing a tender kiss to the bare skin under his cheek.

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[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 4861

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, mental illness, and alcohol abuse.

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter of this fic! Story Masterpost

10. S'mores

It’s the “sex play” (God, that term is so cringe) thing being on the table that builds the tension in the apartment, all of them knowing about it but none of them talking about it. Mary sure as shit doesn’t have the guts to break that ice, and now Bucky’s always deep in thought and quiet around her. And Steve, well.

Steve is like a big, mopey golden retriever who knows its humans are upset but doesn’t know how to help besides headbutting things affectionately.

Mary’s feelings for him only grow when she realizes that he really hasn’t told Bucky about that night in the kitchen: the things she’d confided about the razor and her nightmares and sneaking out to the gym. Knowing that Steve’s stuck by his word like that makes her like him and trust him a whole heck of a lot more. 

But it doesn’t solve the underlying problem. 

There’s a court hearing in front of a judge next month to revisit the custody arrangement—Next month. And one afternoon while Bucky’s out of the apartment, Steve gently informs Mary that Dr. Linda is recommending the order be extended. Jesus fucking Christ. 

And then the results to that test Linda made her take, the “Submissive Sexual Interests and Tendencies Assessment”, arrive in the mail (addressed to Bucky, because of course they would be), and Mary gets her hands on them after Bucky and Steve read them, and she’s mortified at what it says about her.

Tendencies: Passive aggression (reactive aggression in lieu of submission), emotional outbursts, low self-esteem, impulsive sexual promiscuity, self-harm, alcohol use disorder, possible co-morbidity (OCD, EDNOS, BDD). Dynamic Preferences: single dominant authority figure, structured domestic routine, service, discipline, monogamous relationship, emotional bonding. Recommendations: Following assessment review, patient is most likely to benefit from continued domestic control in a consistent (24/7) environment. Transfer of custody not recommended. Continued therapy sessions and educational courses at CDP highly recommended. Most beneficial therapeutic modalities include limited corporal discipline, sex play, and reward-based service routine.

There’s a ton of infuriating psycho babble bullshit packed into those results that she could get upset about, and she does, but Mary’s eyes track over that one, most-horrible phrase over and over again: 

“Transfer of custody not recommended.”

Fuck.

She loses sleep over it, sneaks out of the apartment in the middle of the night and does cardio at the gym until she’s exhausted enough to head back home and pass out. It pisses her off that this is such a thing now. She doesn’t want to be special needs, she should have the right to choose whether she even wants treatment or not! She resents the hell out of Bucky and Steve for having custody of her the way that they do. They’re clearly expecting her to blow up or something, after the news from Linda and the SSITA results come in. It’s so obvious that they’re walking on eggshells around her, Mary halfway wishes they’d just do something. One way or the other, it’d be better than this.

Linda claims that they’ve expressed “positive feelings” about a sexual dynamic, but if they have, they sure aren’t expressing it to Mary. She suspects that most of that positivity has come from Steve, and probably only because he’s a golden retriever in human form who just wants to do what’s right and good, not because he or Bucky are particularly attracted to her.

While she has managed to clean herself up quite a bit since moving in with them, Mary isn’t delusional: she realizes that Steve and Bucky are very attractive men, whereas she’s just average. She tries to tell herself she’s fine with that. She knows Bucky and Steve could probably get like, a supermodel to sleep with them if they really wanted to. Mary’s not in their league, and that’s okay. 

But if they’re not attracted to her that way then they should at least have the decency to just say so! At least then she could find someone else, get back on Tinder, or even sign up for one of those ProDoms that the CDP has. Darcy said Thor was good, so maybe Mary could request him? The way that Darcy had described the guy, he sounds like he's a hunka hunka burning Nordic god. Mary could go for that.

She brings it up casually over dinner, framing it lightheartedly, and Bucky literally crushes his water glass in his prosthetic hand. “What?” he snaps, frowning down at the mess he’s just made. “No.”

Mary huffs and goes to fetch the desserts while Steve gets the waste bin and begins scraping the broken pieces of glass into it like it’s just another Tuesday. “I don’t see why not,” Mary complains from over at the counter. She’s pulled the plates out from the fridge and grabs the butane torch for the meringue.

“Jesus,” Bucky exclaims when he sees the industrial sized torch she's wielding. “Where’d you get that?”

Mary purses her lips as she focuses on achieving the perfect amount of toastedness. “Hardware store,” she mutters. “So why can’t I go see one of the ProDom’s again?” She purposefully over-torches Bucky’s meringue, because she can tell that this isn’t going to go her way. “Sounds like a win-win. You don’t have to deal with me, I can meet new people, and insurance pays for it. What exactly is the problem?” She’s trying to force him to admit that he doesn’t want to Dom her sexually, trying to get him to see that something’s gotta give and he’ll have to let her use one of the ProDoms eventually if that’s what the severity of her “condition” requires (gigantic ‘Ew’). 

But frustratingly, he refuses to engage with her on the topic. “It’s a no, Mare,” he tells her sternly. “Pros are for people who have more experience. You don’t.”

Mary seriously doubts that. “Linda didn’t say that,” she argues, carrying the plates over to the table and handing the nice one to Steve and the burnt one to Bucky. 

He pulls it closer to himself and raises an eyebrow at it. “Linda’s being diplomatic,” he mutters. “I thought you said you were making s’mores?” 

Yesterday, Bucky had been talking with Steve about how much they both missed their old camping trips they used to take. The two of them must’ve waxed poetic over campfire s’mores for ten whole minutes. So Mary thought this would be an excellent way to butter them up. Apparently not.

She sniffs and picks up her fork. “They are s’mores. It’s a plated dessert, Bucky. An interpretation. It’s not literal.”

He grunts and peers at his portion, poking it dubiously with his fork. “What’s it made of?”

Mary heaves a sigh and snottily recites: “Honey Sablé, 70% Valrhona cremeux, cold-smoked Italian meringue, torched ‘mallow, Graham crumb streusel, and tempered chocolate stick for garnish." Both Bucky and Steve stop poking at their plates and just stare at her for a second. 

“Sounds good,” Steve chirps, and digs into his.

Mary stares Bucky down, until he too, deigns to eat the apparently too fancy for him version of a  s’more. “Oh, damn,” he says after the first bite, looking taken-aback. “I can taste the smoke.”

Mary preens, then asks again about the ProDom. “Well if I’m not getting it there then who the heck’s supposed to fuck me?” she winds up blurting out of frustration.

When that direct reference doesn’t elicit any response from Bucky besides a barrage of bossy instructions for after-dinner cleanup, Mary loses a bit of the hope she’d been holding onto that maybe Linda was right about them being attracted to her. She just gave him the perfect fucking opening, and he didn’t take it. She gets the kitchen cleaned up from dinner, resigning herself to another evening of platonic domination that doesn’t quite hit the spot. 

Nightly drops are nice. Not as nice as they were in the beginning, the effects having waned quite a bit from what they once were, but still better than no drops at all. 

Mary sits on her pillow on the floor, head on the couch cushion next to Bucky’s thigh, listening vaguely to the sound of the television while she enjoys the feeling of his fingers carding through her hair, lightly massaging her scalp. It’s been a while now, and she doesn’t think she’s going to get any deeper. It’s late, already they’ve watched two full episodes of their show, and Mary’s got work tomorrow. It’ll be bedtime soon. 

A big yawn works its way up in her throat, and Bucky chuckles when it finally breaks free. “Tired?” he asks.

“Mmhm.” She inhales deeply and sits up, sleepy and squinting. It takes a moment before her eyes adjust to the darkness of the room and Bucky’s form sitting right in front of her. Wow, she’d been really close to him, hadn’t realized just how close. Had she been … hugging his shin? God, she hopes not. Not like she hasn’t spent whole evenings fantasizing about rubbing her face all over his thighs and his— Nope. Not gonna think about that when he’s sitting right there. She tears her eyes away and forces that train of thought to stop right in its metaphorical tracks. 

“You good, Hon?” Bucky asks, his soft voice drawing her attention back from her own head. She looks up and sees his fond expression, his relaxed posture. Wonders if he’s in Domspace at all. Probably not.

Then her eyes land on the line of his cock at the front of his pants. 

He’s hard. Not very, but some. Underneath his sweats his dick is chubbed up enough that it creates a slight bulge against the fabric. Mary freezes, staring for too long before she’s able to tear her eyes away. When she does, and she looks up, Bucky’s watching her with an inscrutable expression. Her breath catches and her mind goes absolutely dumb.

Does he want ..? Should she ..?

She looks back down at it, at the relaxed splay of his thighs. She wets her lips and thinks about reaching forward and sliding her hand over it, what it would feel like, if it would twitch, if Bucky would shiver or make a sound. She wants to touch it, and seriously considers doing so, but when she looks up at Bucky again, he doesn’t look like he’s excited, or anticipating her touching him. He looks … resigned. 

“Tired?” he asks kindly. "Do you maybe ... Do you need anything else tonight? From me?"

Mary's lips part, heart leaping at what that might mean ... but then Bucky looks over at Steve with visible yearning in his eyes, and the two of them share one of their silent conversations, brows pinched and expectant. 

Oh. Right. Bucky’s just horny and eager to get Steve into bed, wants to wrap this up. Mary wonders if he really can’t tell that she's not far down like she used to get. Maybe he thinks this is all she needs and he really isn’t going to take Linda’s advice seriously. Mary should be happy about that. After all, it’s what she wanted. Isn’t it?

She balls up the hand that she’d been imagining touching Bucky with and nods. “Yeah,” she says. “Yeah, I’m tired. Think I’m gonna … go get ready for bed.”

She glances over at Steve, but he looks mopey and eager to get out of the room just like his husband does, cementing the notion in Mary’s mind that they don’t want to be with her that way. No doubt they will if push comes to shove, because Linda’s told them Mary needs a sexual dynamic, but it’s not something they’re excited about. Mary knows men: They’re not the sort to sit around and wait for a girl they like to make the first move. And certainly not a man like Bucky, of all people. 

She tries not to be hurt by it, but still gets a little weepy while brushing her teeth, the unintended rejection stinging more when she’s down in the tingly, vulnerable throes of subspace. She spits, rinses, flosses, rinses. Grabs the mouthwash that she hates to use but that Bucky has ordered her to always use after brushing her teeth at night. 

She says goodnight to Steve and Bucky through the safety of her closed bedroom door, and despite her voice being warbly, neither one of them knocks on the door to see what’s up. That drives the point home, and Mary tucks herself into bed with the mindset that she’ll let them know they don’t have to sleep with her just to be nice or to help her or whatever. She’ll just find a way to convince them that she really is fine with going to one of the ProDoms, and that it really is a better arrangement.

Better than a pity fuck, at least.

It’s disappointing to know that Mary prefers the ProDom, that she doesn’t want to make their relationship sexual, but Bucky gets it, and he knows that he shouldn’t be surprised. He’s not exactly an easy person to get along with, after all. He’s prickly as fuck, grumpy, bossy, selfish. And aside from her natural submission, Mary’s personality clashes with his horribly. Steve is essential, but he just isn’t enough to successfully buffer between the two of them—not enough to make her want them that way, at least. 

Bucky can see the profound disappointment in Steve’s eyes that night, as Mary doesn’t react the way they were both hoping, doesn’t take the offerings Bucky puts out.

They have to let it be her choice, of course, having planned it out and discussed it between just the two of them. It's all anybody ever talks about in the D/s community these days: making sure subs are the initiators at key moments like this, not letting domination creep in and become manipulation-so easy to do with how naturally vulnerable and people pleasing submissives are. Gone are the days when Doms like Bucky were encouraged to guide new partners in the "right" direction. That leads to too much trauma, too many subs in situations they don't really want. Mary has to be left to make the choice on her own, it's her right.

But it's still the hardest fucking thing for him to do, to just sit there and wait passively. And it still stings when she looks straight at his erection and declares that she’s ready for bed. Well, if it wasn’t clear before.

Steve looks like a friggin’ kicked puppy, as he stands outside of Mary’s closed bedroom door and bids her goodnight. Bucky nudges him in the direction of their own room and murmurs, “Come on, Sweetheart.” 

In their bedroom, they each get undressed. Steve continues to mope, so Bucky goes up to him and places a hand on his shoulder and rubs. “Hey. Don’t sulk. You’ve still got me.” Steve’s mouth twitches in a small smile and Bucky’s heart flares with fondness for him. “You wanna play a game?” he offers, leaning in and kissing him once on the lips. “Mm?” He looks down pointedly to both of their boners that haven’t completely lagged since tv time ended.

“Okay.” 

Bucky hums and turns, putting his left shoulder out. “Lend a guy a hand?” Steve obliges. He removes the prosthetic arm with practiced motions. Bucky moans quietly at how good it feels to get the heavy weight off. “Fuck.” He rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck each way with a blissed out groan. “Yes.”

“You’ve been wearing it more than usual, lately,” Steve points out, going over to set it on the table at Bucky’s side of the bed. “Why?”

He already knows: Bucky can tell from the way he asks it. He grunts and looks away, refraining from answering. He normally only wears the arm to work and to the gym, skipping it around the house or when he’s just got simple errands to run. There’s a surprising amount he can do just fine without the use of two arms, and he’s been confident about being seen in public without it for a long time now, thanks to Steve and their friends at the V.A. Being self conscious about it again after all these years isn’t something Bucky wants to admit out loud or think about, but Steve isn’t stupid. He can put two and two together. 

“Babe,” he says softly, walking back over to stand behind him. He wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist and noses into his neck. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Bucky inhales deeply. “I know. I’m not.” Steve makes a sound that clearly says he doesn’t believe that. But Bucky doesn’t want to talk about it, so he reaches back with the only arm he has to grab playfully at the side of Steve’s ass. “Go in the bathroom. Get the water going how I like.”

Steve groans and thunks his forehead against the back of Bucky’s neck. “Not that game,” he complains, though there’s no conviction to it. He slinks off towards the bathroom to go do as he’s been told. “I hate that game.”

“Fuck you. You love that game.” 

Steve shoots him the finger from over his shoulder, but something about his naked body and tight little ass being on display strips the gesture of its animosity. He disappears into the bathroom and Bucky walks over to their bedroom dresser to grab a hair tie, still snickering. He sobers when he takes one from the valet tray and realizes that he’ll have to have Steve tie his hair back. That’s one thing he never could figure out how to do one handed. He stands there and looks in the mirror above the dresser, studying the left side of his body in a way that he rarely does anymore. 

He’s gotten so used to it: his life with Steve, whom he knows down to his bones accepts him unconditionally. He’s almost forgotten what it feels like to be self conscious about his body. Bucky hasn’t known how to talk about it, and Mary hasn’t asked. She’s seen him with his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, or in tee shirts at the gym, but that’s all so far. Sometimes he’ll catch her looking, but he’s got no clue what she’s thinking. He considers his reflection, looks at the scars and puckered skin, the implanted base of the arm where his stump used to be. He doesn’t like the uncomfortability of being critical of his body again. In a way, he almost resents Mary for it, for making that feeling come back after all these years. Silly, he knows. 

“Babe?” Steve’s voice calls out from the bathroom. Bucky’s ears register the sound of rushing water. “You coming?” 

Bucky inhales deeply and decides it doesn’t matter anyway. Mary wants a ProDom, not them, so he doesn’t have to stress over what she thinks about any part of his body, let alone the one part he doesn’t have.

“Yeah.” He turns his back to the judgmental mirror and heads towards his very non-judgmental best guy.

“Okay. Stop clenching.”

Steve exhales shakily, but he does obey, body slumping back against the end of the tub as he relaxes his muscles. “Fuck,” he breathes, overwhelmed.

“Hand too, Baby.”

His hand abandons his dick in the bathwater. “Ungh.”

Bucky smiles lazily and rubs the side of his foot against Steve’s hip in praise. “Good boy.”

They’re in the bathtub together, opposite ends, legs tangled. Their combined bulk displaces the water all the way up to above their shoulders, but that’s part of the game: they’re not allowed to splash on the floor, so they can’t jerk off very hard or fast. First one to splash water on the floor is the automatic loser and has to bottom the next time they fuck (Bucky added that little caveat because he’s very good at not splashing, whereas Steve is hopelessly clumsy and overeager ). “How you doing, Sweetheart?” he asks, drinking in the sight of Steve with his lips parted, chest heaving, squirming. He’s pink from temple to tits, flushed from the bathwater and arousal both, and Bucky loves it. “You’re not close already, are you?” he tuts, grinning. “So sensitive.”

“Buck,” Steve croaks, heated eyes dragging over Bucky’s body at the other end of the tub where he’s still gently jerking himself off. “Please.”

Bucky affords himself another toe-curlingly good swipe over the head of his dick before he nods. “Okay. Slow. Just like me”

Steve huffs and wraps his hand back around himself, stroking his dick in slow, measured strokes, just like Bucky said. Bucky’s guts warm and another heady rush of dominance swirls low in his belly at watching Steve do exactly as he says. “You can start workin’ it again, too,” he says.

Steve moans gratefully. “Thank you. Fuck.” His abs start clenching, his body straining again with visible tension as he works the Aneros that’s seated up inside him. Under the water, his knees move in and out in that instinctive motion as he tries to rock it just right. But it’s hard to do it with the water so high, and more than once he catches himself and holds back at the sight of the bathwater sloshing precariously close to the lip of the tub. At one point he gasps and his eyes slam shut, and Bucky figures the toy must’ve shifted to press even more directly against his prostate. 

“Ooh, does that feel good, Stevie?”

Steve peeks his eyes open, glaring across the way at him. “You know it does.”

Bucky does, in fact, know exactly how good it feels—because he’s got another of the exact same toy inside of himself, right now. “I don’t know why you still agree to play this game,” he taunts, grunting from the effort of holding back his own moan as his prostate gets a firm prod from the head of the toy. “You—nngh—you always wind up losing.”

“Yeah, well …” Steve’s throat bobs as he swallows heavily. “Maybe I don’t mind you coming out on top, sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” Bucky scoffs, but he’s breathing heavier than he was thirty minutes ago, his composure slipping the longer he works the toy inside himself and jerks himself off agonizingly slowly underneath the water. In fact, he’s not even sure it even counts as jerking off at this slow a pace.

Edging is something he’d introduced Steve to early on in their relationship, as soon as he’d realized how delightfully sensitive his new boyfriend was. And Steve, the big idiot, had worried Bucky wouldn’t like it, had actually thought of it as a negative! An absurd notion that Bucky promptly disabused him of. Watching his ungodly sexy blond behemoth of a husband whine and squirm and struggle to hold himself in check is one of the fucking hottest things Bucky’s ever seen—and he’s seen a lot. He’d been a bit of a manwhore back in his heyday, racking up the bodies as he fought to find himself as a Dom and accept the body an IED had left him with.

Steve, his overly-sensitive, glorious hunk of a then-boyfriend, had helped him to do both. And it’s times like this where Bucky remembers just how goddamn lucky he is. Having Steve to love and fuck around with feels like the best gift in the world. 

At the other end of the tub, the water sloshes as something he’s done to himself makes Steve’s breath hitch in another helpless moan. He tosses his head back for a moment, eyes clamped shut as his expression crumples beautifully and he whimpers. Bucky’s ass clenches down hard in arousal at the sight, which only makes the toy in his ass rub over his prostate that much better. His cock throbs as his pleasure flares dangerously high. Fuck, he wants to come. 

Licking his lips, he decides it's time to end this. His balls are pulled up too close to his body, taut and full and aching for release. Trying to school his breathing into something resembling nonchalance is a lost cause, and his face feels almost as flushed as Steve’s looks right now. Bucky decides to call it, because even though he’s the automatic favorite to win this game every time, he is capable of losing, if he gets too caught up in ogling Steve’s body and reactions and doesn’t focus enough on playing his cards right. “Okay,” he finally says, smirking when Steve’s head jerks back to attention, his irises visibly flaring in excitement. “Yeah, Baby. It’s time.”

“Fuck.”

“You ready for the home stretch?” He waggles his eyebrows and lets his head rest back against the tub, spreading his legs wider and keeping his eyes on Steve. “Gotta keep up,” he instructs, even though Steve already knows how this goes. When Bucky tightens his hand and speeds up the pace of how fast he’s jerking himself off, Steve copies him. That’s how it is at the end of this—totally-rigged-in-Bucky’s-favor—game. They both jerk off at the pace that Bucky sets, and the first one to splash water on the floor or come is the loser. It’s not very fair, but Bucky never claimed he was a fair guy. He is, in fact, selfish as fuck. 

Lucky for him, Steve’s into that.

“Fuck,” Steve pants from his end of the tub. He slides down lower, keeping more of his body under the water in an attempt to prevent splashing. It’s a futile effort, though, because he’s doomed to lose anyway with the faster pace that Bucky’s set. Already, he’s going lobster red in the face, brow pinched and desperate, knees knocking the sides of the tub as he compulsively works the toy in his ass. 

The arousal in Bucky’s gut coils tighter at the sight. “Watch my hand,” he warns, when he notices Steve slacking off. “Gotta match it, Baby.”

“I am.”

“Tighter,” he says, eyes gleaming. “And stop avoiding the head. I can see you cheatin’ over there, Punk.”

Steve whimpers, and Bucky knows that he really wasn’t going as tight as he is, because Steve’s hand changes its hold and he starts getting the head of his dick with the same intensity that Bucky is. Bucky grins open mouthed, panting. “Atta boy.”

“You should—ugn.” Steve grimaces. “Should get a penalty, for being cut. I should get an extra, nnnh, th-thirty seconds, at least.”

Bucky laughs, because trust Steve to think of a sportsman’s solution to the inequity of their dicks. Steve being uncut means that it takes less intense stimulation for him to come. They both know this, Bucky loves this, and again: he never claimed the game was fair. “No penalty,” he grunts, speeding up his pace even further. Steve’s eyes widen but he matches it. Bucky grits his teeth. He can hold out long enough. Steve’ll blow in seconds at this pace. 

And sure enough, it’s not even twenty seconds later when Steve is crying out, body tensing and muscles straining gorgeously as he seizes up and starts to come. “Agh!” His knees fling out hard and hit the sides of the tub, splashing water over the lip to the floor below. But he hasn’t even noticed, he’s so lost to his orgasm. His asshole is twitching, sucking on the Aneros as the contractions of his body pull the toy up against his prostate again and again, drawing the pleasure out. He shoves down hard in the water and shouts louder, as though he’s getting a second orgasm on top of the first. “Ohnfuck …” 

Bucky groans as he watches it happen: Steve’s gorgeous face and juddering hips, big hand wringing up hard underneath the head the whole way through. The fucking sounds he makes, Jesus wept. It’s leagues better than any porn Bucky’s ever seen. “Fuck, Baby,” he praises. “Yes. Fuck that’s so hot …” 

Steve’s hand keeps working the whole way through, only abandoning his cock once it’s fully spent and softening, the cloudy ribbons of his cum floating away in the bathwater. “Fuck,” he exhales hugely once it’s done, letting his body go lax and slump so far down that only his face is above the waterline.

Bucky grunts and spreads his legs wider, not heeding the splashing rule now that he’s already won. The water splashes precariously as he shoves his hips down and down and down, squeezing the shape of the toy inside so fucking perfectly. Fuck, it feels fucking good working over his spot like that. “Oghnnn,” he pants, grunting and groaning and jerking his cock hard. “Fuck, Baby. You’re so fucking pretty. Fuck. M’gonna cum …” 

Steve gives a sated hum from his end of the tub. Bucky can sense him shifting in the water, and then gasps when he feels the ball of Steve’s foot gently press up on his balls. His eyes fly open and he looks down. “Oh, shit,” he whispers. “Fuck, fuck.”

Steve grins and rubs his foot against him. And Bucky doesn’t have that fetish, but there’s something so fucking perverse about seeing Steve’s toes up against his balls that it turns his brain to mush anyway and pushes him right on over into orgasm. He shoots off beneath the water, stroking and thrusting and moaning—and probably splashing water all over the floor just as badly as Steve ever has.

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Title: Insatiable Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader Word Count: 1845

Summary: Your new boyfriend comes along when you pick up the keys for your new apartment and conduct the move-in inspection.

Content Warnings: explicit smut (oral - female receiving, vaginal fingering, nipple play, vaginal penetration, hint at overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, cream pie)

Logistical Notes: Fulfilling my February box for @buckybarnesevents Build-a-Bucky Bingo event (forehead kiss, fingering). Follows our Desperate couple but can be read as a stand alone piece.

Additional Notes: Honestly I didn't have any plans to return to our rivals-to-lovers couple from Desperate and Uncertain and Sure again so soon, but this gif hit a certain inspiration and may pull from some literal "reader insert" vibes as I'm moving into a new apartment right now... Also thoroughly inspired by this post coming across my dash today thanks to @ghotifishreads.

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You couldn’t help the permanent smile on your face.

Yes, moving was going to be a hassle, and you didn’t have a clue how everything was going to fit into this tiny one-bedroom apartment, but being back in the place again, keys officially in your hands, the place really yours, standing in front of the bright living room windows that made your heart sing when you first saw the place, that feeling that this was your place warmed your whole chest again.

It was hard to break away from the light streaming in through the windows, but you turned your head to look at Bucky. “So? What do you think of the place?”

He was new to your life, too.

The kidnapping and rescue in Paris had been only a month ago. Over that month, you and Bucky had been figuring out what the revelation of your feelings for each other meant outside of a life and death situation. Parts of that were easy, other parts were trickier, but nothing that made you want to abandon ship.

“I think it’ll suit you well,” he answered. His smile was soft. You loved seeing this side of him, especially after so many years of angst and rivalry between you.

“You’re practically glowing with excitement,” he added.

Your smile grew to a grin, and you shrugged one shoulder. “It’s smaller than the place I’ve been, but I couldn’t resist all this sunlight.”

You turned around and looked at the empty living room that bled into the kitchen area. “I want to try and measure things and figure out where everything will go before the movers bring the furniture in tomorrow. I’m still worried about whether all my shelves will fit or not.”

You set your bag down on the kitchen counter and began to pull out a measuring tape, the blue painters tape you planned on using to map out the furniture shapes on the floor and rummaged for the hastily scribbled together list you’d made of your furniture dimensions.

Bucky had remained silent – he was often so silent you could forget he was present when you got immersed into something – and you spun back around to see him still in the same position across the room by the windows, studying you.

“What?”

“You know what we have to do before anything else,” he said seriously.

“What’s that?”

He licked his lips.

Oh.

Your stomach flipped.

“Bucky, we can’t–”

He chuckled. “You have the keys, it’s officially your place,” he said, stalking toward you. “We absolutely can.”

Before you could utter another word, he reached for your elbow and tugged you into his arms, planting a sound kiss right on your mouth, swallowing all protest. He coaxed your lips open, and his tongue licked into your mouth, drawing an eager moan from you.

Damn, he was too good at this, you thought as your hands came up to clutch at his back.

He pressed your bodies together, and you were not surprised to feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against you. One thing you had learned about Bucky over the last month was that he could be ready to have you on the turn of a dime, and he could be insatiable. That your body responded so quickly to him as well was both blessing and curse. Less than a minute and you were melting completely against him, eager for more, and you could feel the slickness already growing at your slit.

Your hands dropped down his back, but only to reach the hem of his sweater before dipping under so your fingers could eagerly climb up against his naked skin. He grinned into the kiss.

With his sweater quickly halfway up his torso, Bucky broke off the kiss momentarily to pull it up and off the rest of the way. Then he coaxed you down to the floor, spreading his sweater down on the hardwood floor and laying you gently on top of it. His body covered yours, and he began kissing you in earnest again, his vibranium arm planted next to your head while his other hand began deftly working at the buttons on the front of your blouse.

It was only another moment or two before he’d pushed your shirt open to bare your torso to him, and Bucky wasted no time in trailing his hot lips down your throat to blaze down your chest, paving a heated path between your breasts, over the band of your bra, and down your stomach. He gave your belly button a playful lick that had you gasping and a giggle bubbling up your throat.

“Bucky!”

He chuckled, and reached down to pull your shoes off as he pressed more kisses over your stomach. Then, with both shoes discarded, he knelt above you to unbutton and unzip your jeans, before pulling them down and off your legs. As your legs came back down on either side of him, his hands skimmed slowly along your inner thighs, and when they reached your core, he pressed one thumb at the base of your clothed slit and brushed it up over the damp cloth of your panties, the other thumb following just after and teasing you again there. You canted your hips up, wordlessly asking for more.

Bucky smirked, but he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and quickly pulled them off, tossing them to the side as well.

“Please,” you begged.

“Happily,” he whispered, then lowered himself down to wedge his shoulders between your thighs, pressing them wide to accommodate his broad frame. He licked a stripe up your dripping slit, moaning at the taste of you.

Your stomach swam with butterflies and your cheeks heated slightly. You had never been with anyone so unabashedly open with their desire for you as Bucky. He held nothing back when expressing his pleasure, his desire. It was a heady thing to be on the receiving end of, and you it still had you between feeling slightly flustered and drowning further in the depths of how intoxicating it was to know the effect you had on him.

He applied a second, slower lick over your folds, and then he began to kiss your lower lips the way he did your mouth, and your entire body coiled up for him, back arching, hands grabbing for his short hair, legs contracting.

“Bucky, god, yes,” the words tumbled out as you quickly began to lose more and more of your coherence.

But he was slow and torturous in his ministrations. You squirmed for more, but he held your pelvis down with one firm hand, while the other gently caressed your hip. Your fingers found his vibranium ones, and he entwined them with yours and started to fuck your cunt with his tongue.

When he heard a little whine escape from you, he began to suck your clit diligently. The orgasm that he’d been building you toward escaped from you briefly, but the switch picked right up on building that tension again, and he flicked his tongue a few times across your swollen nub as he sucked, and then you cried out as you finally tumbled over the edge of ecstasy.

He pressed a kiss to your cunt, then shifted up, quickly maneuvering his hands beneath your back to unclasp your bra and pull off your last piece of clothing. It was the only moment of reprieve he gave you, because then his mouth dipped to suck at one of your tits, and one of his hands worked into your folds, slowly stroking in and out of your tight channel. Two fingers curled into your pussy, and he quickly found one of his favorite places – that spongy spot on the front of your walls, knowing he found exactly the spot he needed as you gave a debauched moan. He slipped in a third finger, and as he sucked the hardened nub of your nipple and lapped at it, he worked to rip your second orgasm from your soul more quickly. It was clear nothing was going to deter him from his plans to ruin you in the empty apartment, and you could only be glad you were up on a floor high enough you didn’t risk any neighbors seeing in your open blinds to see the way he was taking you apart right there on the floor.

The second orgasm burst through your body unexpectedly, and it stole the breath from your lungs.

It had ripped through you so powerfully that you didn’t register the clinking sound of his belt buckle coming undone and hitting the floor as he unzipped and pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs.

But you noticed he wasn’t finished with you as he slipped one hand under your thigh and angled your hips to slot the head of his cock between your puffy folds.

You whimpered, fighting to open your eyes and plead your case as you looked into in the depths of his heated blues. Whether you were pleading for him to stop or for more, you really didn’t know or care at this point.

He hitched your leg up around his hip and slowly slid his fat cock fully into your cunt. “So damn good.”

You moaned openly, completely debauched on pleasure at this point, but clearly your pussy wouldn’t refuse him plying you with even more of it.

Deep, slow strokes.

You felt every aching inch of him as he thrust slowly in and out of your tight channel. He still made you stretch around him, and it was exquisite for both of you.

Full, so full.

In and out.

So deep inside of you now, and you could do nothing but make incoherent noises beneath him, gasping for air. “I know, sugar, I know," he murmured into the crook of your neck. "Gonna give us what we both need.”

And he fucking does, as he does every time, using your body as if he’s had you for years. He rewarded you both with an orgasm that truly leaves you boneless and breathless once he finally pushed you over the edge and then sped up his thrusts to chase his own release as your vagina squeezed around his throbbing cock. He groaned as he spilled hot ropes of cum inside of you, thrusting until he’d emptied himself in you completely. Finally, he collapsed on top of you, and pressed kisses into the crook of your neck, then along your jaw, allowing you to try and catch your breath before finally kissing your lips again.

You whined against his lips, and he rolled over, taking you with him, and letting you lay half on his chest, half against his side. He continued to kiss you lazily.

You didn’t know how long he continued to make out with you, but the sun’s rays had shifted significantly once he pressed a kiss to your forehead and you rested your head on his bare shoulder.

“It’s a good floor,” he said, almost mundanely.

You laughed softly.

“We’ll need to check the counters a little later,” he added.  

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

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[thedogsled]

Sebastian Stan as James "Bucky" Barnes in Captain America: Civil War (2 hour digital copic marker study) Fill for Bucky Barnes Bingo Square K1 (Image)

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[navybrat817]

Bucky smiled, all teeth and blood, before his chilling laughter filled the room.

"Why are you laughing?!"

"Because my wife is going to kill you and I'm going to enjoy every second of it."

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[chasingmidnights]

Title: A First Time for Everything

Pairing: sugar daddy!Carter Baizen x reader 

Bingo Selections: Cafe AU; first time; sugar daddy 

Summary: Carter is a regular at the cafe that you work at. One day, he offers you an opportunity that you have a hard time saying no to.

A/N: This is my first entry for the bingo slumber-party event that’s going on (@the-slumberparty)! I hope you enjoy it! Please note, nothing is beta read and I do not claim to be any kind of professional writer. All my mistakes are my own. Also, the gold glitter divider that you see was by @firefly-graphics.

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI!! Warnings would include: some angst, mild self-degradation; mild cursing; mentions of sugar daddy-sugar baby relationship; Carter Baizen (yes, he’s a warning!); mentions class/society differences; mild inappropriate thoughts; and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read. 

Wordcount: 3,596

The morning rush had been non-stop since you flicked on the open sign. Usually you could handle the craziness along with the rude, snooty customers but when two of your coworkers called at the last minute, it put you in a sour mood. Also, normally, you wouldn’t mind the handsome stranger taking up a spot at the counter for over an hour but with how busy the cafe had been this morning, it was kind of getting annoying. You were about to ask him to leave when the espresso machine started screeching at you and spewing steam. 

“Dammit!” You muttered under your breath as you turned your attention to the machine instead of the man. 

Just as you left, the brunette man looked up from his paper and smirked. He picked up his coffee mug and took a small drink of his coffee. A chuckle escaped him as he watched you manhandle the espresso machine. 

“Something funny sir?” You snapped as you tried to get the espresso machine to work. 

Before he could comment, another customer walked up and interrupted. “Excuse me, miss? I think my coffee was made wrong. There’s supposed to be three shots of espresso and I can tell there’s only one.” 

You groaned quietly as the customer complained about their order. When you turned to face the upset woman, you were surprised when the older gentleman spoke up. 

“That’s impossible.” You raised a brow as you watched the interaction. “Impossible because I’ve watched her make every order since I’ve gotten here. While making each order, she counts everything. It doesn’t matter whether it's pumps of syrup or spoonfuls of matcha powder, she counts it. She doesn’t think anyone notices but I do. So, there is no way possible that there is only one shot of espresso in your order. And, as you can tell, the espresso machine is currently out of order.” 

Your jaw dropped as you listened to the man defend you to this rude lady. A disgruntled scoff came from the woman before she picked up her cup and retreated. It took a few moments for you to comprehend what just happened, you didn’t think anyone paid that much attention to you. Let alone someone who was so attractive. You blinked a few times before you walked over to the brunette. 

“Ya know, you didn’t have to do that.” You felt your cheeks starting to heat up as he made eye contact with you. 

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart. Some of these high society, Upper East Siders need to be knocked down a few notches. I enjoy doing it.” He then took a sip of his coffee. 

“Well, thank you.” You tucked a piece of fallen hair behind your ear. You then introduce yourself properly and tell him your name.

“Oh, I know who you are sweetheart.” He gave a quick wink and just then his phone dinged. You swore that you both sighed in annoyance at the interruption of your conversation. Surely you just imagined his sigh. 

“Sorry about that.” He said as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. “Looks like I’ve gotta head off. But here, take this,” He paused as he pulled out what looked like a business card. You looked down at the elegant, white card with crisp black lettering. “Call me, I would love to discuss a few things with you.” 

Your face scrunched up in immediate confusion as you looked back up at the brunette. What on earth could he possibly want to discuss with you? 

“Who do I ask for if I decide to call? There’s no name, it just says Baizen Industries.” 

He smirked as he put a twenty dollar bill in the tip jar. “Ask for Carter Baizen.” 

You watched as he effortlessly left the cafe, leaving you with butterflies in your stomach and your mind swirling with questions. Did that really just happen? 

“Wow, I can’t believe this! No fuckin’ way! Carter Baizen wants you to call him?!” 

You had just told your best friend and roommate, Zoey, about what happened today as the two of you sat down for dinner. “Okay, how do you know who this person is and I don’t?” 

“Because you, my darling, are completely oblivious to what’s happening in the world.” She teased and you playfully rolled your eyes at her, even though it was true. You watched as she reached for her laptop and set aside her plate. She quickly typed on her keyboard and pulled up Baizen Industries on the internet. “This is what you’re dealing with.” She then turned her laptop towards you. 

You couldn’t help but feel a little odd about looking Carter up but you were curious. From what you gathered from the website page, he was a rising titan in the oil industry and dealt with many areas within the oil industry. You still had a hard time believing that a man of his status wanted anything to do with you. You lived in Brooklyn whereas he lived on the Upper East Side and probably vacationed in Martha’s Vineyard. Wait, no, he was an oil guy, that didn’t sound right. You let out a heavy sigh as you continued to search the website page. 

“Hey, no, don’t do that.” Zoey said as she pulled the laptop away and closed it. 

You instantly let out a huff and started to pick at your food. “Do what?” 

Zoey narrowed her gaze at you before she softened it. “You’re a total catch! Don’t let stupid society and its so-called rules get to you! If you want to call him, you should! Who knows, it could be the best damn thing to ever happen to you!” 

You playfully shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Can I at least have a couple of days to think about it?” You gave Zoey your best puppy dog eyes and pout. 

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Zoey breaks first. 

“Alright, fine! But if you don’t, then I’m gonna do it for you!” Zoey smirked, but you knew she wasn’t teasing. 

A few days passed and you still had not called Carter. You had formed a pro-con list in your mind about this whole situation, which you still could not wrap your mind around. Surely it was some kind of trick? The cafe was buzzing and as you went to use the espresso machine, you were surprised that it didn’t combust on you. You started to examine the machine and wondered who fixed it, you wanted to thank that person. Heck, you could kiss that person right now. 

“You’re welcome.” 

Carter. 

You slowly turned to face the man who was now in his usual seat at the counter. “You fixed it?” 

Carter ticked his head after he took a drink of his coffee. “Well, had it replaced. You know, you never called.” 

A smile spread across your face. “Yeah, I was doing some thinking. I was gonna call you tonight.” 

“How about you meet me for dinner tonight instead?” 

How was he such a smooth talker? Just his little smirk alone was making you go weak at the knees. 

“Eight o’clock, The Artemis.” Carter said, it was almost more of an order more than anything. 

A part of you was impressed and made you want to say yes immediately. “What if I don’t show up?” 

Carter then stood up, placing a ridiculous large tip on the counter. “You will sweetheart.” 

“How are you so sure?” You asked before he left. 

You could see the twinkle in his eyes as he stared at you. 

“Your curiosity.” 

Later that night, you found yourself staring at your reflection in the floor length mirror that you had in your room. Zoey had loaned you an elegant, yet simple black dress which hugged your curves and accentuated your best features perfectly. Zoey also helped with your hair and makeup, keeping it all very simple and classic. Eight o’clock was approaching and your stomach was in knots. You couldn’t help but second guess your decision on everything. From you actually deciding to go to this dinner, to the outfit, to- 

“Will you come out all ready?! You look gorgeous!” Zoey called out from behind your closed door. “Besides, you’re gonna be late!” 

You took a deep breath before you finally left your bedroom. “Are you sure about this?” 

“Yes! He’d be stupid to not be interested in you. You’re a goddess and you’re completely worth it!” Zoey encouraged you before she wrapped you into a hug. 

You didn’t know what you would do without Zoey, she was always the best hype girl and knew exactly what to say to get you out of your thoughts. Just then, a knock came from the apartment door and the two of you separated. Confusion washed over you both as another knock sounded from the door. You went to answer the door to find an older man standing there in a black suit. 

“Can we help you?” You asked, arching a brow as you did. 

“Did Carter send a car?” Zoey whispered in awe. 

“Yes ma’am, Mr. Baizen sent a car for you. He didn’t think it was right for you to have to take a cab.” The man confirmed.

You and Zoey looked at each other and you did your best to conceal your excitement. “Alright, let me just grab a few things and then I’m ready.” 

When you got to the restaurant, the car slowly came to a stop. Your heart started to race as you waited for the driver to open the door, you couldn’t help but wonder if you were about to make a huge fool out of yourself. As the driver opened the door and offered you a hand to help you out of the car, you took a deep breath before you accepted his hand and climbed out of the vehicle. You gave the driver a small smile as you straightened up and adjusted your dress. 

“Thank you, sir.” 

“It’s no problem, miss. I’ll be back as soon as your dinner with Mr. Baizen is over.” The gentleman informed you, before he briskly walked back over to the driver side of the car. 

After a moment, you turned to face the restaurant. The Artemis was a high end, five-star restaurant and a place you could never afford on your own. The building itself was exquisite, brick with greenhouse windows that were floor to ceiling. In reality, it was just a little hole in the wall joint that looked like it belonged in a fairytale. When you walked inside, your jaw dropped at how beautiful it was. There was greenery everywhere along with fairlights all over the place, it gave the place a very intimate setting. It was surprisingly spacious for being such a small restaurant, tables evenly spread throughout and in the far back corner was a small bar. As you took in every detail of the restaurant, you noticed how quiet the place was, with very few other customers that mingled around. Then you spotted Carter. 

Butterflies started to flutter like crazy in your stomach. He was wearing an all black suit which matched well against his sun-kissed skin. His hair was neatly combed back but still had a little fluffiness in the front. You could tell that it had been a few days since he had last shaved last but you actually didn’t mind the stubble. A thought popped into your head and you instantly shook it away, you shouldn’t have those kinds of thoughts. You barely know the man. Carter stood up when you reached the table and he pulled the chair out for you. 

“Wow, you look absolutely beautiful.” Carter complimented as you sat down. 

“Thank you. Are you sure about this place?” You asked as you looked around again. 

Carter glanced around as well but shortly after a smile formed on his face. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, tonight is all about you. Order whatever you like.” 

Just then, a waiter walked over and offered some champagne before he started to fill our glasses. “I hope you enjoy it, it’s one of our bests.” 

The waiter gave a slight nod before he walked away. You took a sip of the champagne and you couldn’t agree more with him. 

“Do you like it?” Carter asked as he smiled from across the table. 

Your eyes lit up as you set the slim flute down. “Very much.” 

“Good, only the best for you.” Carter smiled as he raised his glass a little bit towards you before he took a sip of his own champagne. 

A comfortable silence washed over the both of you as you looked over the menus. Everything sounded delicious and you did your best to control your facial features at each price next to each meal. You know he said not to worry and to order whatever you like but you still couldn’t help looking at the more inexpensive options. When the wait returned, you were still looking at the menu and had not made a decision. 

“If I may, tonight I would recommend the Chef’s choice. It’s a fantastic option, if I do say so myself.” The waiter suggested with a smile.

“Sounds perfect.” Carter agreed and before you could protest, your menu was being taken away from you and the waiter was walking away from the table. 

You couldn’t help but glance around the restaurant, a wave of nervousness suddenly washed over you. As you looked around, Carter found himself staring at you, anyone else that he would’ve asked here tonight probably would be taking every last advantage of him right now. But you were different, he could tell. When your eyes landed on Carter again, you felt your cheeks begin to heat up. To help calm your nerves, you reached for your champagne glass and took a rather large sip. Carter let out a small chuckle before he took a sip from his own glass. After a brief moment of silence, you finally decided to speak up again and ask the question you had been dying to know the answer too. 

“So, why did you ask me here tonight?” 

A smirk curled up onto the corner of his lips. “Is it so hard to believe that I find you attractive and just want to get to know you better?” 

“Yes.” You deadpanned.

“And why is that?” Carter sat back in his chair as he crossed his arms. 

“Because I’m mid-class Brooklyn and you’re high-society, Upper East Side. Oh, not to mention one of the world’s top oil guys right now.” You leaned back a little bit when the waiter brought out the first course. You smiled up at the waiter and thanked him. 

Carter uncrossed his arms as he placed his napkin on his lap. “Believe it or not, I’m actually not that shallow.” 

“Then why? You said that you had a few things you wanted to discuss with me?” You arched a brow before you took a few bites of the first course. 

Whatever you just ate was absolutely delicious and simply melted in your mouth. You ate a few more bites before the conversation continued. 

“I’m gonna be completely transparent here with you then because there’s obviously no tricking you. I asked you here tonight because I think you’d be perfect for my needs.” Carter started to explain, he then took a sip of his champagne. 

‘For his needs,’? You thought and your mind started to wonder what he meant by that. Did he think you were some sort of call girl?

“For your needs?” You inquired, causing you to put down your fork.

“Yes. Let’s just say, I have a few functions that are coming up and I need someone at my side. I think you’d be perfect. You see, I’m trying to rebrand as being a family man, and well some of these companies that I work with aren’t too thrilled that I don’t have a woman by my side.” Carter answered before he wiped his mouth with his napkin. 

“You keep saying that but you don’t even know me. I’m not some ditzy, floozy or arm candy that can be shown off.” You felt yourself getting a bit upset, you should’ve known that this was going to happen. 

“Of course not but I do know that you’re behind on some loans and that one day you would like to open and own your own cafe.” Carter pointed out and you wanted nothing more than for the earth to swallow you whole right now. 

“I see you’ve done your homework.” You mumbled as you bowed your head and looked down at your lap. 

“Of course, I had to know who I was going to get myself involved with, sweetheart. This is why I wanted to have dinner and talk. I think we could really help each other out, if you’re open to it.” 

All you could do was stare at him when you lifted your head back up. A mixture of shock and disbelief on your face. Was this really happening? Just then, your main course arrived and your first course was being taken away. When you felt like you had somewhat comprehended what was being offered, you finally spoke up. 

“Let me get this straight, and please correct me if I’m wrong. If I were to say yes, would this be some kind of sugar daddy-sugar baby relationship?” 

Carter chuckled as a smirk returned to his perfect, plump lips. “Well, I was thinking more along the lines of me being a benefactor, but if that’s the way that you wanna phrase it, then yes.” 

You took a deep breath before you decided to take a few bites of food. A million thoughts roamed in your mind as you ate. After a few moments, you took a long drink of your champagne before wiping your mouth with your napkin. 

“If I were to say yes, how would this work? Like, would there be some kind of NDA or some kind of contract that I would have to sign?” You watched as Carter straightened up and arched a brow. 

“Well, if you say yes, then yes, I would write up a contract. I would let you go over it and only if you agreed to the terms then we would both sign it. Look, I understand that you probably have a thousand questions and are probably rightfully skeptical of me, but we’re not gonna figure this out in one night. So, how about tonight, we treat this as if it were a normal date and you can have a few days to think about this?” Carter tilted his head as he waited for you to answer. 

You studied Carter for a moment as you thought about what he just said. After a moment, you took a deep breath and tried to relax. “Alright, let’s do that, treat it like an actual date.” 

“Gladly.” Carter beamed at you from across the table and you could see the twinkle in his eyes. 

By the time you got home, Zoey was already asleep on the couch and you couldn’t help but smile. You walked over to her and covered her up with a blanket and shut the T.V. off. You didn’t bother to wake her up, you could tell her everything later the next day. As you got ready for bed, you couldn’t stop thinking about Carter or the fact that he was pretty much offering to be your sugar daddy. 

Almost a week passed before Carter popped back into the cafe. You were a bit surprised to see him as you came out of the back, you had started to wonder if he had changed his mind. A small smile crept onto your lips as you watched him for a few moments before going over to talk to him. 

“You know, I tried to call but was told that you weren’t available.” You said as casually as possible. 

Carter swallowed his coffee before answering. “Yeah, sorry about that sweetheart. We had an emergency at one of our Texas plants and had to take care of a few things. Hope you didn’t miss me too much, sweetheart.” 

There are those damn butterflies. 

“Maybe a little bit.” 

You watched as a small smile formed on Carter’s lips. “So, have you thought about my offer?” 

Just then a loud crash came from the back of the cafe. You groaned as the sound of dishes shattering ruined your moment with Carter. 

“I have thought about it. And well, there’s a first time for everything, right?” 

“Can I take that as a yes then?” It was adorable the way Carter perked up. 

“Yes.” You smiled back at him. 

“Great! I’ll get a contract written up and set up a time for us to meet.” 

Another loud crash came from the back as Carter was standing up from his seat. Carter placed yet another ridiculous tip on the counter before he turned to leave. You watched as he left the cafe, getting a little hypnotized by the sway of his hips. A groan escaped you once more as you heard your name being called for from the back. As you made your way to the back, you couldn’t help but wonder what the future was about to hold now that it seems you have gotten yourself a sugar daddy.

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[spinachgarden]

For The Rest of My Days - SarahBucky

For the @sarahbuckybingo​ round 1 square B2: dancing

“This is it,” Bucky teases as they slowly rotate on the dance floor, a soft jazz piece playing in the background. It’s one that they both particularly enjoy for its soft sax solo, the record nearly worn out from how many times they’ve danced just like this, but at home in their living room rather than here, in front of all of their friends and family. “You’re stuck with me now, Sarah.” 

Sarah leans in close, close enough to smile against Bucky’s cheek and brush a soft kiss there. His usual stubble is gone, clean shaven just for this day, the musky undertone of his aftershave rich and familiar. “And you’re stuck with me,” she teases back, “for the rest of your days.” 

“For the rest of my days,” Bucky replies, wistful, “I like the sound of that.” 

PS: I can’t draw hands leave me alone

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[jessybarnes]

Dirty Little Secret

Title: Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan 

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 4,882

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, frottage, role play, secret crush, uniform kink, sleeping in, anal sex, jacking off, kissing, praise kink, slight dom/sub, begging, nipple play, biting, marking, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that’s it.

Written For: @kinktober2022, @ultimatechrisbingo, @sebastianstanbingo, @lgbtqbingo, @anyfandomangstbingo, and @anyfandomfluffbingo

Squares Filled: Frottage for Kinktober 2022 // O1 - Role Play for Ultimate Chris Bingo // B5 - Secret Crush for LGBTQ Bingo // O5 - Uniform Kink for Sebastian Stan Bingo // N-5 “What the fuck am I seeing?” For AFG Angst Bingo // B5 - Sleeping In for AFG Fluff Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson,  A. DiLorenza, and J. Landis 

Title Card: Yours Truly 

Sebastian loves going to Chris’s for the holidays. 

The warm welcome from his family, the home-cooked meals Lisa always makes, and the camaraderie all make him feel at home. What he loves most of all, however, is being able to spend time with his best friend.

Sebastian’s mother comes to visit him every chance she gets, but with the price of airline tickets these days, he understands that she can't always make it out to see him. He makes it up to her by traveling to see her during the summer months anyway. 

He finally pulls into their driveway and grabs his suitcase before walking up to their beautifully decorated house. That's another thing about the Evans family. Their holiday decor never ceases to amaze him. 

His knuckles rap on the door, and moments later, he's greeted with the warm embrace of the man himself. 

Chris holds him close for a few seconds. One hand is splayed across his back while the other squeezes his bicep. Sebastian closes his eyes and revels in the soothing scent of his aftershave paired with the smooth baritone voice he loves so much. 

"Seb, you made it! How was the drive? Was there a lot of traffic?" 

Sebastian’s smile comes easily. Even if his stomach is full of butterflies and turmoil, he's not going to worry Chris about those things. Not because he doesn't think his best friend would be there for him. No, he's certain Chris would do anything for him. 

It's because he can't. 

Their friendship is something he cherishes. The monthly movie nights where they each pick the cheesiest movie they can find and laugh together, the trips to the dog park with Dodger where they play frisbee and reminisce about filming their past movies, and the fact that he always has a place at the Evans dinner table. Yeah, if being able to have all of that means he has to push aside his feelings, then that's what he'll do. 

"Traffic was a little heavier than usual, but that's to be expected this time of year." He smiles gratefully at Chris, admiring the happiness in his eyes. "Thank you for inviting me. It really means a lot." 

"Sebastian, you know your family too, right? Mom loves you as her own, and Dad talks about you to his friends all the time. Not to mention the fact that I walked in on Shanna, Scott, and Carly watching The Covenant the other day.”

“Oh, god…that old thing?” Sebastian’s cheeks are tinted pink. “As great of an opportunity as it was at the time, that has to be the cheesiest movie I’ve ever been in.”

Chris laughs, and it makes Sebastian’s stomach flip. God, he loves making him laugh. 

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad. Besides, I think you carried that movie if we’re being honest. No offense to Steven and the other guys, of course.”

Lisa’s voice cuts him off before he can respond, “Is that Sebastian?”

“Yeah, Ma. He just got here.”

She comes around the corner, sporting a festive apron, and opens her arms to hug him “Oh, Seb, it’s great to see you, dear. I made up the guest room for you if you need to freshen up. Dinner will be in about an hour.”

“It’s great to be here. Thank you for having me. You didn’t have to, you know.” 

“Oh, nonsense!” She swats his bicep, “I couldn’t let Chris’s best friend be alone on Thanksgiving. You’re practically my son anyway.”

Chris grabs his bag and walks toward the hallway, calling after him. “Told you so!” 

An hour later, Sebastian joins Chris and the rest of his family in their formal dining room. The table is set, the fireplace is crackling, and the food looks as delicious as it smells. He falls into conversion easily, just like he always does when he’s with the Evans family. 

Robert asks him about the projects he’s currently working on, and he beams as he tells them. Sebastian has always been so thankful for what he gets to do for a living. Being able to wake up and create movies and TV shows and the like for the world to see is truly amazing to experience. 

After a little while, the conversations die down, and they settle into their food. It’s quite the spread, but Sebastian wouldn’t expect anything less from Lisa. When she cooks, she cooks for the whole neighborhood. 

Chris takes a bite of mashed potatoes and moans around the fork, and it makes Sebastian nearly choke on his tea. “Ma, this is heavenly!”

Sebastian closes his eyes and swallows. It feels like the universe is torturing him. It should be a sin for his best friend to make noises like that. He moves his fork around his nearly empty plate and watches Chris innocently. He’s laughing again, about what he isn’t sure, but he’s looking at him like he’s hanging on every word. 

Scott watches from across the table and smirks knowingly. He’s seen that look before. Hell, he looks at his boyfriend the same damn way. It pains him a little to see the turmoil and longing in Sebastian’s eyes. He spent the better part of his life fighting who he truly is, and he’ll be damned if he lets someone else, especially someone he cares about, go through the same thing. 

“Hey, Chris? He takes one last sip of his drink before continuing, “I’ll clean up the dishes so you can take Dodger on a walk. Hey Seb, would you mind helping me? I’ll wash and you dry.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind helping, but I did kind of want to get back in time to watch the football game” Chris looks over at Sebastian, “you don’t mind, do you?”

Seb shakes his head, “not at all! It’s the least that I can do.” 

A few minutes later, he and Scott are in the kitchen standing in front of the sink. They share comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds being the running water and the light clinking of dishes. 

Sebastian chews on his lip as he replays the sound Chris made over in his head. He feels like a perv, thinking about him like that, but he can’t help it. He shakes the thought away as he takes another plate from Scott. 

“You should tell him, you know.”

The dish nearly falls out of his hands, “w-what?”

“Oh, come on,” Scott scoffs, “I see the way you look at him, Sebastian. I may have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night.”

Sebastian falters and tries to keep his breathing steady. “It doesn’t matter how I feel. Telling him would ruin everything, and I can’t lose that. I…I can’t lose him.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.”

He stares at Chris’s brother with bewilderment, “but I-”

“No. No buts. Are you forgetting how much our family loves you? How much Chris loves you?”

Sebastian shakes his head, “but he doesn’t see me that way, and what happens if I tell him how I feel and it makes things weird? I don’t want to lose my best friend, Scott.”

Scott rests his hand on Seb’s shoulder and looks sincerely into his eyes. “Listen to me when I tell you this, okay? You can believe it or not, but regardless, I need you to hear this. As you know, my brother is still single. I know he wants to find that perfect someone to settle down with and have a big family, it’s all he’s talked about lately. Well, the other day, he and I were out in the garage working on his car, and we got on the subject of the Captain America movies. Specifically, what it was like working with you on Captain America: The Winter Soldier and something donned on me.” 

Sebastian leans against the counter and waits for him to continue. 

“I don’t know why I hadn’t seen it before, but that’s neither here nor there. I looked at Chris, and I told him point blank that you are exactly his type, just the wrong gender, and I saw something click. He didn’t elaborate on what he was thinking after that, but I firmly believe that he harbors some sort of romantic feelings for you.”

Sebastian felt a lump begin to form in his throat, and he wrapped his arms around Scott tightly. 

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t thank me, just go get ‘em, tiger!” 

The evening came quickly, and soon, everyone was getting ready to turn in for the night. Robert is asleep in the recliner, the post-football game segment is playing softy in the background, Lisa is putting away the leftovers, Shanna and Carly are playing with Dodger out back, Scott disappeared into his room to facetime his boyfriend, and Sebastian and Chris are sitting on the front porch having a beer. 

"You're awful quiet tonight." 

Sebastian takes a long pull of his bottle and lets Chris’s statement marinate for a moment. He wants to follow Scott's advice, but it's still scary. He doesn't want to fuck this up. 

"I'm just uh… just a lot on my mind." 

"Wanna talk about it?" Chris looks over at him, and Sebastian almost forgets to breathe from the way the moonlight shines on his best friend's face.

"I do. I really do, but I don't think I'm ready. It's… it's pretty big, and I wanna make sure I do things right, ya know?" 

Chris nods, "I understand, Seb. Just know that I'm always here for you. We've been through a lot together, and you can talk to me about anything." 

He sighs and looks up at the constellations, admiring the way the stars twinkle in the night sky. Sometimes, he wishes he could just go to one of those other stars just to be alone with his thoughts for a while. Chris touches his arm lightly, and he’s instantly brought back to reality. 

“You know that, don’t you? That you can talk to me about anything?”

Sebastian’s lip curls into a half smile, “I do know. Thank you for always being here for me.” He stands up and takes Chris’s empty bottle in his other hand, “I think I’m gonna go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See you tomorrow, Seb.”

Sebastian can’t sleep. He tosses and turns, trying his best to get comfortable and warm. The Evans guest room is one of the outer rooms of their home and doesn’t generate much heat. He isn’t complaining per se; he just wishes there was another comforter he could use to keep warm. He’d get up and ask Lisa, but it’s one thirty in the morning, and he isn’t going to bother her this early. That wouldn’t be polite of him. 

He sighs and throws back the covers. Even in his sweatpants and long sleeve shirt he’s still freezing. The closet across the room catches his eye, and he’s hopeful that maybe there are some blankets in there that he can use. 

Seb gets up and switches on the bedside lamp before padding across the carpet. At first, he doesn’t see anything other than some Christmas decorations and some totes labeled ‘photo albums’. Finally, he sees a stack of blankets on one of the higher shelves, but before he can reach for one, something else stops him in his tracks.

There, hanging on one of the hangers in the back corner is a Steve Rogers costume. Specifically, the one he wore in Avenger’s Infinity War. Against his better judgment, he reaches out a shaky hand to touch it. His eyes close, and he swallows thickly as he pictures the way Chris looked wearing it. God, he looked so good. Well, he always does, but wearing this? Fuck, it was a miracle he got through shooting those scenes with him without getting hard.  

Speaking of that, he’s thankful that he’s alone in here right now because that’s exactly what’s happening. He’s rock fucking hard over a goddamn costume. 

He knows it’s wrong; he knows that Chris’s entire immediate family is just feet away from him, but it’s like he’s in a trance. He can’t stop himself from taking it off the hanger and bringing it to his face to smell it. He breathes in, and even though it smells mostly like Lisa and Robert’s house, there’s still a faint smell of Chris’s cologne. It makes his cock twitch and leak against his thigh, and he can’t help the low groan that falls past his lips.

“Fuck, Steve…”

He’s so far gone at this point that his desire outweighs all of the things that could go wrong if he doesn’t stop now. Sebastian carries the uniform over to the bed and lays down on his side with it pressed up against his body. He can’t get his sweats down fast enough, his cock springing free and hitting the pleather, making him bite his lip. 

Sebastian starts slow, rutting against the fabric with a neediness he’s never felt. He inhales Chris’s scent, and it becomes intoxicating. Like a drug, he can’t get enough of it fast enough.

“Oh, god…”

He can feel the desire pooling in his abdomen, and he knows he won’t be able to last. He’s nearly there, teetering on the edge as he thrusts his hips against the uniform desperately chasing his high. 

Sebastian is so focused that he doesn’t hear the door open, nor does he see the horrified look on Chris’s face. Not until his voice slams him back to reality like a train hitting a brick wall.

“Oh, shit! Fuck! I-I’m sorry!”

Sebastian’s eyes snap open, and he scrambles for the covers as he tries his best to hide the evidence of what he was doing just moments ago. 

“Oh, my god… Oh, god… Chris, please, no I’m the one that’s sorry. I just… I…”

He can’t even form words. He’s so humiliated, and he’s certain that this couldn’t get any worse. 

Except, it does.

“Seb, what… what the fuck am I seeing? Is… Is that my Steve costume?”

If Sebastian could, he’d give anything in the world to be somewhere else. Anywhere but here. He covers his face with his hands and tries to stop himself from bursting into tears. He should have known better. He should have fucking stopped himself because the worst thing that could have happened did, and now he’s ruined everything. 

He feels the bed dip, and he brings his knees to his chest to try and make himself smaller. He’s never been more embarrassed in his life. Chris tentatively touches his arm, and he flinches. 

“Sebastian? Will you just look at me? Please? I just… I want to understand. I’m not angry. I’m just confused.”

He raises his head slowly and blinks back tears, “What do you mean you don’t understand? Can’t you see that I’m a freak?… I’m a fucking perv who gets off by thinking of my best fucking friend in his Captain America costume. I’m sorry you had to find out like this… I… I think I should go before I make things wor-” 

“Please don’t go. I don’t want you to go.”

Sebastian locks eyes with Chris, and he’s surprised to see how soft and sincere they are. There’s no anger, no disgust, nothing that makes him think that Chris is upset with him. 

“You don’t? But I-”

“Sebastian, of course, I don’t want you to go. It’s nearly two in the morning, and the roads are icy. I’m sorry if I seemed angry earlier; I was just… shocked. I saw your light on when I was heading to the kitchen for some water and thought something was wrong. You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw you fucking my Avenger costume. That wasn’t even on my radar.”

Chris scoots closer and slowly reaches out to cup his cheek. “Scott was right. You are exactly my type, and I should have seen it before. I should have fuckin’ done this sooner.” 

Sebastian doesn’t have time to react because in the next second Chris’s lips are on his. He doesn’t kiss back at first, still too surprised to think straight, but soon he’s kissing him back with fervor. 

Chris pulls away after a moment and gives him a sheepish smile. “Does that prove I want you to stay?” 

Sebastian blinks, “I…yeah. Yeah, it does, but aren’t you…” He’s afraid to even ask for fear of ruining the moment, but he has to know. “Aren’t you… ya know… weirded out that I have a thing for you in uniform?”

“Do you think I would be kissing you if I was weirded out?” He glides his hand over a rough denim patch near the chest plate of his costume., “I actually thought it was hot, really hot, seeing you all needy like that.” His eyes darken, and Sebastian’s breath hitches. “And seeing as you didn’t get to finish, I think it’s only fair that I help you out.” 

Sebastian is speechless as he watches Chris stand up and take off his shirt. His eyes dance over his muscles and the way they flex as he tosses the tee in the corner of the room. He’s so focused on the smattering of chest hair and the perfect, dark ink of his tattoos that he doesn’t notice him grab the uniform. 

He sucks in a breath when he realizes what’s happening, and he can’t stop his moan when Chris takes off his boxers. His eyes trail down past his abs, below his deliciously defined Adonis belt, to his thick, hard cock. 

“See anything you like, sweetheart?”

He swallows and nods his head because he’s rendered speechless. Fuck, he’s big…really big, and he desperately wants to taste him, to feel him stretching him open and he almost cums from the thought alone. 

Chris smirks and steps into the suit. “I haven’t worn this in a while, so I hope I still look as good in it now as I apparently did then.” 

“Y-You… You’re…. Beautiful…”

The blonde chuckles, “Oh, honey, listen to you. Can barely even speak and I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” He zips up the costume everywhere but one particular place and climbs on the bed to hover over Sebastian. He’s wide-eyed and flushed, his dick just as hard as Chris’s as it rests just below his belly button. 

Sebastian watches as he pulls his cock out and chokes out a moan when Chris takes both of them in his gloved hand and begins stroking them.

“Oh, my fu-... Oh, god!”

Chris drags his thumb over Seb’s bottom lip and groans. “Shh, you gotta be quiet, baby. I know it feels good, but these walls are thin.”

Sebastian bites his lip and digs his blunt nails into Chris’s biceps. Little crescent indents mark his smooth skin. Chris moves faster and twists his wrist slightly when it gets to their flared heads. He’s drunk on the way Seb is looking up at him. He opens his mouth and arches into him, and Chris takes the opportunity to suck on the skin above his pulse point. 

“Ch-Chris…” Sebastian whines and rolls his hips upward for more friction. 

“Now, baby, you know that’s not my name…”

Sebastian shudders and almost loses it right then and there. 

“Come on, Sebastian,” Chris moans softly and looks down at him with hooded eyes. “What’s my name, sweetheart?”

“S-Steve…,” he whines desperately. 

“That’s right, sugar. Tell Stevie what you need.”

Sebastian is losing it and losing it fast. The way Chris’s cock is sliding against his, slick from their combined pre-cum, how just the right roughness from his glove is digging into his sensitive skin, and the way he’s panting above him like a touch-starved man. 

“M-More… Oh, fuck, please!”

Chris flips them over so Sebastian is on top and tugs at his sweats. “These. Off. Now.”

Sebastian nearly rips them trying to take off his clothes and then he’s right back to straddle the blonde. There’s a new dominance he’s never been on the receiving end of from his best friend and his cock twitches in interest. 

“That’s much better, baby. You’re so obedient, Sebastian. I love hearing you beg like that. You make the most beautiful sounds for me.” Chris’s fingertips just barely touch the brunette’s shaft and his eyes flutter closed. “This pretty, pink cock is makin’ such a mess all over my uniform,” he tuts. Look at that, you’re dripping all over me…such a messy, messy boy.” Seb whines desperately and Chris smirks. “You’re gonna make a bigger mess for me though. Gonna cum all over for Steve, aren’t you, honey?”

“God, yes!”

Chris grabs his bare hips and guides him as Sebastian rubs his cock over his own. 

"That's right, baby. Keep moving just like that. Make yourself feel good," 

Sebastian rocks his hips, his sensitive, pink tip gliding effortlessly along Chris’s. He's whimpering, trying desperately to stay quiet like he was told.

"Mmm, you look so pretty, sweetheart. You're being such a good boy, Sebastian. How does it feel, hm? Do you like feelin' Steve's cock against yours?" 

"Steve! Oh, fuck, Steve I-...It feels s-so good!"

"Yeah? I bet you'd look gorgeous fucking yourself on it too. Bouncin' up and down, takin' me all nice and deep. Do you want that, baby?" 

Sebastian bites the side of his hand to stifle a moan, "Oh, please!" 

Chris’s teeth sink into his bottom lip, "Do you want me to open you up, honey?"

"No…no, I wanna feel all of you. Please, Stevie?"

Chris takes one of the gloves off and spits on his hand. “Alright, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself, sugar. Promise me you’ll take your time, okay?” Seb shakes his head yes and Chris strokes himself a couple of times to allow for some sort of lubrication. He guides Sebastian so his dick is pressing up against his entrance. “Go ahead, baby.”

And Sebastian does. He slowly sinks down, lower and lower until he’s fully seated against Chris’s toned upper thighs. He can’t breathe, he can’t even think about anything else other than how full he is.

Chris is in awe of him. It never once crossed his mind that Sebastian, his best friend, would be the one to make him feel like this. He hasn’t even started moving yet, and he’s already about to explode from how tight he is around him. Seb’s eyes are closed, his mouth opens in ecstasy and his cock is angry-red and leaking all over his stomach. It’s easily the hottest fucking thing he’s ever witnessed. 

“God, Seb, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“S-Stevie… please… please c-can I-” He can’t even form words he’s so full. Sebastian doesn’t even have to move. He’s so sure he could come just from this, but he wants to be a good boy. He wants, no needs, to be praised. He lives for it.

Chris takes his gloved hand and just barely wraps it around the brunette’s cock. It makes him rock his hips a little and the prettiest whine fills the space between them. Finally, he starts to move. Lifting himself up a little and falling back down at a steady pace. 

He gradually gets faster and soon Chris is lifting his hips to fuck up into him. “Fuck, Seb, you look so fucking good, baby. Knew you’d look so pretty bouncin’ on my dick. God, you’re gonna make me cum already. So fuckin’ tight around me…shit!”

Sebastian is so far gone that anything could be happening around them and he wouldn’t stop. He’s never felt this good in his life. Every time he slams down a jolt of indescribable pleasure shoots through his body and he’s fucking drunk on it. He doesn’t dare open his mouth. Not when he needs to stay quiet because he’s certain that if he so much as parts his lips he’ll wake the dead. 

Chris on the other hand can’t help it. He’s past the point of caring. Fuck it if anyone hears them then so be it. “Fuckin’ ride me, baby… Oh, shit…shit, I’m close… baby, I’m so close. Gonna fuckin’ fill this tight little hole up. You’re gonna make Stevie come baby.” 

He strokes Sebastian from base to tip, matching the speed of his thrusts. Chris knows he’s close, knows he’s right there, and just needs a little extra push. He uses his free hand to sit up and wraps his arm around Sebastian so he can fuck him even harder. 

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re close. I want you to cum for me… make a mess and cum all over this fucking uniform baby.” He closes his lips over one of Sebastian’s nipples, drags his teeth over it, and growls when he feels him squeeze around him. 

“St-Stevie! I-I’m…I’m cumming! Oh, fuck I’m cumming!”

Chris groans and watches as thick, warm ropes paint his suit. It’s unreal to him how his best friend could make him feel like this. He can’t get enough of him and seeing Sebastian practically convulse in his arms is his undoing. He stills inside of him, filling him to the brim. 

They sit there for a minute and catch their breath. Chris has his forehead against Sebastian’s chest and continues to hold him while his body still shakes in his arms. As carefully as he can he lifts the brunette off of him and lays him down against the pillows. 

“I’m gonna go get something to clean you up. Okay, honey?”

Seb hums and that’s enough for Chris. He makes sure the coast is clear and grabs a washcloth from the bathroom. Surprisingly, the house is silent, and he’s thankful that his family are heavy sleepers. 

Once he’s back he gently cleans Sebastian off and then himself before changing back into his previous clothes. He doesn’t bother getting Seb dressed. Not when he looks as comfy as he does. Chris admires him for a moment and makes a decision. He’s a gentleman and always has been. His Mom raised him to be and he sure isn’t going to stop now. 

He lifts the blankets and slides in next to Sebastian, holding him close to his chest. “You with me, sweetheart?” 

“M’yeah,” Seb peeks up at him through his lashes. “M’here…just sleepy.”

Chris brushes the hair out of his eyes and kisses him gingerly. “I’m so proud of you, honey. You did so well.”

“Will you stay here with me?”

Chris smiles and pulls him closer. “Oh, baby, I’m not goin’ anywhere. Not when I’ve got the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my arms.”

If Sebastian wasn’t so tired he’d probably cry. Instead, he nuzzles into the blonde’s neck and closes his eyes. “Love you, Chris. Love you s’much.”

Chris swallows, happy tears gathering in his eyes, “I love you too, Sebastian. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Moments later, he hears Seb’s breathing even out and he closes his own eyes, sleeping taking him shortly after. 

Scott wakes up to Dodger whining outside his door. He sits up and stretches before getting up to open his door. “Okay, okay, I’m coming Buddy. Did Daddy not let you out?” 

It’s still early, barely even seven in the morning, but Chris is usually the first one up. This is around the time he takes Dodger for a run and Scott wonders if he slept through his alarm. After he opens the back door for his four-legged nephew, he lightly knocks on Chris’s bedroom door. “Chris? Hey, man, you okay? I noticed you weren’t up y-” He opens it and frowns when he sees the bed empty. Then it dons on him, the talk he had with Sebastian yesterday when they were doing dishes. 

As quietly as he can, he goes to the guest room and opens the door. Scott smirks and shakes his head at the sight before him. Chris is on his back, his left arm above his head while the right one is wrapped around Sebastian's bare back. They’re sound asleep, both snoring lightly as Seb lies on his chest. He knows he shouldn’t, but he takes his phone out and snaps a picture anyway. It’ll probably end up in the family photo album at some point. 

Scott shuts the door just as Lisa and the girls come padding down the hallway. He holds up his finger to his lips to let them know to be quiet. “Shh, they’re sleeping.” 

Lisa cocks her head to the side, “They? Who’s th-” She stops and then smiles, “oh…” 

Shanna looks at Carly and holds out her hand. “You owe me fifty bucks!” 

Scott turns his phone around to show them the picture, “I think we should let them sleep in and make them a photo album.” He follows his Mom and sisters into their living room and smiles to himself. 

It took them longer than he expected to get together, and he’s happy to have given them the little nudge they needed. He’s never been happier for Chris. He’s happy that he’s finally found someone who completes him the way he deserves to be. 

And he’s happy that it’s with Sebastian.

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📖"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence" Pt 8

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: age gap, boarding school au, a/b/o, dub-con/non-con, spanking, feminization, dumbification, sexism, misogyny, prostate milking, discipline, D/s elements, hurt/comfort, mentions of past self-harm, predatory behavior, teacher/student, bathroom use control, humiliation, omorashi

Summary: Bucky Barnes is young, confused, and conflicted - a real "rebel without a cause" type. His parents ship him off to Steve's reform school to help him get straightened out into a "proper young omega."

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Part 8

"Extended Suppressant Use in the Omega Patient: a literature review" (Mueller et al. 2019)

The bathroom incident does not give Steve high hopes of an easy first week with Barnes. Many new students wind up requiring extra attention in their early days at the school, so Steve is honestly surprised when he isn’t paged that Tuesday with a similar fiasco. He’s outright impressed when Wednesday and then most of Thursday passes by with no incidents, either. Whatever Sharon’s doing, it must be working well. 

Steve can’t say he doesn’t think about the boy regardless. He can’t help but remember their encounter in the bathroom; holding him down and dominating him into submission, pressing on his belly until he finally lost control. The sounds of the boy’s sweet whimpers are burned into Steve’s memory, the earthy and lightly floral hints of his scent still so easy to draw up in his mind. It’s a good thing that this is a busy week for Steve, otherwise he’d hate to think of how much more preoccupied he’d be by thoughts of his new omega charge. 

As it is, his schedule is chock full, his time eaten up with all of his normal headmaster duties (which are considerable), seeing through the end stages of the Academy’s formal division between the girls’ and boys’ sides, and a renovation that they’ve got going on in the south wing corridor. All of that, coupled with the small squabbles that Peggy manages to come up with on an almost daily basis, helps to keep Steve’s mind occupied. And on top of everything, there’s still a lot to be done for the upcoming parents’ weekend. 

He spends most of that Thursday morning dealing with matters directly related to the event that is, in essence, their biggest fundraiser of the year. All day, he's coordinating with his faculty; making sure that everything’s been ordered, scheduled, and arranged just how it needs to be to give the right impression to their guests, provide the right experience.

It’s crucial that all of the right people be well taken care of over the three day weekend, in order to ensure that their endowments to the school keep flowing in. Steve liaises with his staff over the details of the family picnic, the various assemblies and presentations that will be made, the planned activities for each afternoon and dinners that’ll be hosted each evening, and—perhaps most important of all—the formal presentation ball that caps off the weekend of festivities. This year they’re having a few ice sculptures flown in from Edinburgh. Silly in Steve's view, but a classic touch of extravagance that the guests will appreciate.

European nobility, old-money aristocrats, and even some high profile celebrities have been known to show up to the school’s annual matchmaking ball, always seeking amenable, traditional omega mates for themselves. And when your guest lists regularly include names like Vanderbilt, Kennedy, and Stark, good first impressions become very expensive and very necessary. Last term, a Greek shipping heir worth billions had scooped up one of the graduating class’ students, and once news of that had gotten around, enrollment for the next semester skyrocketed.

Steve takes great pride in the academic education provided by his school, but he’s also a realist: He knows that parents place high value on the promise of even a chance for their offspring to be so suitably matched. That, along with the behavioral outcomes the school is known for achieving, is a big reason why many families elect to send their sons to Carter Academy over other, similar schools on the continent. 

With so much to get done, Steve doesn’t get around to eating his lunch that day until well into the afternoon. He eats alone at his desk—a decision that has very little to do with the fact that he can monitor the school’s video surveillance system from his desktop computer. It’s not because he wants to check up on Bucky and hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the kid since Monday. Nope, not at all. Steve always uses the camera system to check in on the happenings around campus, it’s nothing new. And it’s good practice, anyway. A headmaster needs to be involved in his school for it to run smoothly. 

If Bucky’s seventh period class is gym, and the gymnasium is the first area Steve decides to check, well that’s just happenstance. 

He logs into the system and scrolls through the long list of camera views. He has the most heavily trafficked areas bookmarked, but there are hundreds to choose from, every inch of the Academy’s buildings and grounds monitored by the StarkTec cameras.

Carter Academy has its own dedicated security team to keep an eye on things, of course. Rumlow and his men do a very good job of making sure the close to three hundred hormonal teenage boys that the school houses stay in line. Every year there are inevitably fights, students caught in each other’s bedrooms at the wrong hours for the wrong reasons, or a few runaways who gravely underestimate the distance and terrain between Carter Academy and the nearest town. Nothing that isn’t always quickly remedied, but parents appreciate the close eye that Steve and the rest of his administration are able to keep on their children at all hours of the day. 

He navigates to the camera views of the gymnasium and sports complex. The majority of students get scheduled for some sort of physical activity at the end of each school day. Exercise is important for omega bodies, and the gym period is thus positioned after all academic lessons have concluded, to allow for the running off of excess energy. It’s a time when their Handlers can take their well-deserved breaks. With only Mr. Odinson and the other Phys-ed staff looking after so many boys, gym period can get quite chaotic, and it predictably takes Steve a few moments to locate Bucky in the throng. 

Eventually he sees him: loitering off to one side of the indoor soccer field, half heartedly kicking a ball back and forth with the Parker boy. He’s changed into his gym uniform, though he hardly seems to be exerting himself. Rather, he’s in deep conversation with Parker, which Steve is happy to see. Every first year student coming into Carter Academy usually struggles at first, but it’s always a good sign when they make friends quickly. Parker, who can normally be found bouncing off the complex’s obstacle courses, seems to have dialed it down a notch to hang out with Bucky, the two of them talking animatedly between themselves. Steve even catches Bucky smiling a time or two, which lifts his hopes that the kid will assimilate well into his new routine. Perhaps this won’t be as hard as he’d imagined.

“Sir?” 

He flicks off the monitor when his secretary knocks at the door. “Yes?”

“Ms. Carter here to see you, Sir.”

Sharon comes in, and the two of them hold their pre-planned meeting about Barnes’ first days on campus and how Sharon has assessed his needs so far. Barnes is attitudinal, but Sharon seems to be amused by him, more than anything else. She hands over her recommendations for protocol, telling Steve that she’s not sure a male handler wouldn’t be in the boy’s best interest. 

“Oh?” Steve raises an eyebrow as he’s perusing her checkmarks along the list. “Why do you say that?”

“You’ve seen what a handful he can be,” Sharon drawls. “Not that I don’t think I can handle him, but he responds more submissively to the male staff, and I think he’s primarily same-sex oriented.”

“You think?” Bucky’s transcripts from his old school had noted that he was equally as promiscuous with boys as he was with girls.

“Yes. And after Monday’s bathroom incident, I think he might do better with a man.” At the mention of ‘the bathroom incident’, Sharon fixes him with a meaningful look. “He responded well with you.”

Steve nods, flipping through the assessment packet. “Yes, well I am the headmaster. They tend to kowtow faster to me.” He tries to think of which male Handlers he has available at the moment. Typically, he doesn't over-prioritize students’ attractions when placing them with a Handler, as romantic attachment is something to be avoided at all costs, but if it’s a behavioral issue that can be corrected with something as simple as the gender of an assigned Handler, then Steve will consider it. “Thank you Sharon,” he tells her, once they’ve wrapped up the meeting. “It sounds like he’s doing alright, so I’ll keep him with you for now.”

“You’re the boss.”

“Alas, yes.” Steve sighs and so does Sharon, mocking him in a friendly sort of way. When she heaves a genuinely heavy inhale and declares that she has to 'get back to the grind', Barnes’ seventh period is almost over, Steve steps in. “Why don't I take him off your hands for the evening?” he suggests. Sharon looks pleased, but not overly surprised, her knowing smirk making Steve feel the need to defend himself, “It’s been a few days now, I should check in with him.”

“Sure.”

Steve frowns at her continued smug expression. “He’s got an appointment with the doc I need to escort him to, anyways.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Sharon is still smirking when she bids him farewell, leaving the office to take the rest of her day off. 

Steve huffs and rolls his eyes. Whatever. He’s not giving Bucky any more attention than he’d give any other troubled new student. He grabs the boy’s folder and rolls out from his desk, planning to head for the gymnasium complex and intercept him there.

… If he checks his reflection in the little mirror by the door on his way out, it’s only because he always does that and it's habit at this point. It’s the professional thing to do, to make sure one looks put together before heading back out in public. Certainly it doesn’t have anything to do with how he’s heading out to deal with Barnes. That’s just happenstance.

Seeing Bucky again after several days is refreshing, and seeing him being friendly with another student brings a literal smile to Steve’s face. This is a good sign. It bodes well for how Bucky will do adapting to his new life.

Peter Parker can be hyperactive and spirited, but he’s a sweet boy at heart with a solid head on his shoulders and a brain between his ears that he actually chooses to use more often than not. He’s done well in the Academy’s program, and he’ll be an excellent person for Bucky to attach himself to during his time here. Steve stands by the gymnasium door with a delighted smirk on his face, because he really couldn’t have chosen better himself. 

The boys still have a few minutes left to their gym period when Steve gets there, so he leaves them to their uninspired soccer ball kicking and goes to touch base with Odinson in the athletic director’s office. Thor is all smiles and has nothing negative to say about any of the boys, as per usual, and Steve thanks him and tells him to make a note that perhaps Barnes could be encouraged to put a little more effort in and try out the parkour courses or the rock walls with Parker, moving forward.

He intercepts Bucky just as he’s coming out of the locker rooms. His hair is curling at the edges after having showered (amusing—the boy was barely exerting himself) and changed back into his regular uniform. The relaxed expression falls right off of his face when he sees Steve standing there. “Oh,” he says, coming up short. “You.”

Steve smiles indulgently. “Yes, I’m afraid. Me.”

“Hey Bucky I’ll see you at dinner maybe?” 

“Yeah,” Bucky says distractedly, eyes still on Steve. “Sounds good.”

Parker heads off with his handler—Natasha, Steve notes, one of the very best and most dominant females he keeps on staff. "Making friends?" Steve asks.

Bucky ignores the question. “Why’re you here?” he asks mulishly, as Steve begins escorting him in the direction of the medical office. “Where’s Sharon?”

“Sharon’s taking a well-deserved break,” Steve drawls. "She and I had a progress meeting about you in my office, just now.” 

Bucky gets tightlipped then and doesn’t say anything, but Steve can see the wheels and cogs turning in his head as he wonders what was said about him. “She had mostly good or neutral things to report,” Steve offers, figuring the boy could use some reassurance. “But of course, I already knew from our interaction on Monday that you're having some difficulties adapting to school protocol.”

Bucky scowls at the floor as they walk. “Just because I don’t like pissing in front of people every day,” he grumbles. “At least we get some privacy to shit around here. Go figure.”

Steve laughs, then decides to strike the fear of God into the boy by remarking, “Oh, that’s a privilege that can be stripped away, too, if needed,” as they approach the end of the hall where the medical offices are. Bucky’s eyes shoot up to him, wide as saucers, and Steve snickers. “Yeah, I know. A true case of a ‘this is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you’ punishment, that’s for certain.”

Bucky all but ‘meeps!’ and Steve snickers and puts a hand on his back to guide him into the office. “Appointment for James Barnes,” he tells the receptionist, who immediately starts checking the computer screen.

Bucky turns on Steve, leery, as he gets a look at their surroundings. “What’s going on? Why are we here?”

Steve ignores him until he’s gotten the go ahead from the receptionist and is guiding Bucky back towards one of the exam areas. “Just a check up. Standard practice for incoming students.” He pushes Bucky into the curtained off area and draws the curtain around to Bucky’s squawks of protest.

“What?! I don’t need to see anybody. I’m totally healthy.”

“That’s the goal. But we need to get you checked out, make sure there’s nothing that needs addressed.” Bucky opens his mouth to complain again, but Steve beats him to the chase, bending to pick him up by the waist and depositing his protesting butt onto the exam table. “Sit.”

“Hey!” Bucky’s scowling, but Steve doesn’t miss the light flush in his face at having been manhandled and reminded of his size and comparative weakness in the face of an alpha like Steve. He doesn’t try to get off the table at least, only shifting in annoyance and making the paper cover crinkle under his butt. “Could’a done it myself,” he grumbles.

Steve shakes his head fondly. “We need to get you examined. Behave, or I’ll have no problem with disciplining you while you’re under my care." Bucky goes tight-lipped at that. Steve nods in satisfaction. "Good."

“When’s Sharon coming back?”

“I told you: she’s been given a well-deserved night off. You’re with me until bedtime, young lady.” 

“Don’t call me that.”

Steve sighs and shakes his head. What might’ve been considered affectionate a generation ago, now elicits only indignation and pushback. It’s sad. “Just behave for the doctor, will you?”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, but when the nurse arrives and introduces herself, he’s generally obedient as she runs through his medical history with him. He speaks more quietly when answering the questions about his sexual health, but Steve doesn't get the sense that he's lying—only that he doesn't want Steve to overhear. (Steve still hears everything, including the boy's very reluctant answer of having had "thirty something" past sexual partners).

Far from evoking displeasure, it mostly just makes Steve sad for the boy. Omegas may have very high sex drives, but they don't fare well in promiscuous situations. Bucky's lack of a reliable partner is probably one of the major contributors to his present mental health issues.

Steve remains quiet and allows Bucky his illusion of privacy on the other side of the curtained off area. The nurse listens to Bucky's heart and lungs, charts his blood pressure and other vitals, and takes a blood draw. It isn’t until she hands him a privacy sheet and tells him to undress below the waist that he kicks up a fuss. “What?"

“The doctor will be right in to do the pelvic exam.” 

“What? No. Why?!”

Used to tantrums, the nurse completely disregards him and looks to Steve. “Headmaster?”

“I’ve got him.” The nurse nods and leaves, and Bucky starts to move to try and get off the exam table. Steve rolls his eyes and goes over and pushes him back into place. “Not so fast, son. Now if you can’t behave we’ll have to do this the hard way.”

“What’s the hard way?”

“Strapped face down on a bench,” he tells him, no-nonsense (though really, that's the easier way for omegas. He just knows Bucky will fight it more). “And that'll earn you a guaranteed spanking in my office, after.”

Bucky growls an angry little omega growl at him, “Why do I have to do this? What’s the friggin’ point?!” 

With his hands clamped on Bucky’s shoulders, Steve bends down and gets in his face. “Because you were popping suppressants for two years, Honey. That stuff can cause all sorts of problems.”

“No it can’t!” 

Steve ignores him and gives him a warning look to keep him in place. He reaches down and pulls one of the exam table’s metal stirrups out, which makes the kid even more visibly upset.

When Steve reaches under the skirt of his uniform to get his underwear down, Bucky growls and tries to kick him, nearly kneeing him right in the nose. Oh. That does it. Steve gives up on playing nice, standing up and grabbing him, using one hand to scruff him while he wraps the other around his waist. “Okay, bud. That was your one chance. If you’re gonna be difficult, we’ll do it your way. Let’s go.” 

“Nngh! Lemme go!”

“Calm down, Honey. Stop fighting, it’s not going to work.” 

The kid whimpers and goes limp for a few seconds from the endorphins of the scruff, but still wiggles in Steve’s arms once he’s manhandled him into the next exam room over—where there’s an exam bench quite similar in function to a traditional spanking bench. Bucky balks when he sees it. “No! Wait!” It takes laughably little effort to get the boy face down on the bench. Steve gets him strapped to it, and by the time he’s removing his underwear and securing his ankles, all the fight has left Bucky and he’s begging instead. “Please, Mr. Rogers. I’m really sorry.”

Steve grabs the room’s extra chair and pulls it over to sit by his head. “I know Buck. This won’t take long. Just try to relax.”

“Please lemme up. I’m sorry. I’ll go back. I’ll do it the other way, I will!”

“Can’t do that, Sweetheart. We need to check that everything’s alright and you’ve proven to me that you can’t be trusted to hold still.” He might’ve considered the request to go back and ‘do it the other way’, if he didn’t already know full well that the prone position is much more soothing for omegas to be in. “This’ll be better,” he promises. “It’ll help you stay relaxed. It feels nice to be strapped in like this, yeah?”

“But I don’t want tooo,” Bucky whines, not refuting Steve’s statement, and with less fight in him as he realizes that he’s been stripped of all control. “It’s embarrassing.”

Steve smiles sadly and pets his face. “It’s for your own good, Sweetheart. Something every omega has to do. The doctor’s just going to come in and use a tool to examine you and make sure everything’s alright. It’ll hardly take a minute.”

Bucky sniffles and turns his face into Steve’s hand, nuzzling his inner wrist and subconsciously seeking out the alpha’s scent for comfort. “Will it hurt?” he whispers.

Steve’s heart constricts—both at the question and the scenting behavior. “No, Honey. Of course not. Haven’t you ever had a reproductive health exam?” It’s supposed to be a standard part of healthcare after an omega’s first heat, but with only two beta parents in the home, Steve doesn’t know why he’s surprised. “It won’t hurt,” he reassures him. “Just relax down against the bench and be good from now on, and we won’t do a punishment spanking after, okay?”

“Really?” Bucky is clearly motivated by this promise, as he stops sniveling as much and nods when the doctor comes in. “Okay,” he says quietly, and Steve smiles and praises him,

“Good girl.”

The school’s doctor is a calm and friendly beta male, and though he doesn’t make any attempt to ascertain Bucky’s consent or opinion on what they’re doing there today, he does speak calmly to Bucky and talk him through each and every step of what happens, before it happens. Steve stays sitting right in front of Bucky the whole time, holding his hand and keeping his own wrist up by Bucky’s face so that the boy can continue to use his scent to self-soothe. 

Bucky goes red in the face as soon as the doctor flips his uniform up and starts palpating and examining his genitals. Even though Bucky's almost certainly trying his absolute best not to get aroused, the faint scent of slick still hits the air after only a moment or two, and he cringes and whines in embarrassment. "Hngh ..."

“It’s okay,” Steve murmurs, trying to placate him with the words and a gentle rumble in his chest. “It’s completely normal to have a reaction. The doc's used to it. No big deal.” Frankly, for an omega to be touched between their legs and not become aroused would be cause for concern. They’re so sensitive down there that it’s to be virtually expected. But Steve can tell that this is little comfort to Bucky, who goes even redder in the face when the doctor hums in agreement and makes an additional comment about Bucky's arousal responses being healthy. 

“I’m going to prep the speculum now,” he tells Bucky. “It’ll be cool and hard, but it won’t hurt you.”

Bucky whines in mortification, his eyes clenching shut. Steve shushes him and pets his hair, which he seems to like because he pushes into it and untenses somewhat. Steve knows the precise second that the speculum goes in though, because Bucky's eyes pop right back open and he makes a small, shocked sound of, “Oh!"

Steve cups his face and tries to keep his attention. “Hey, you’re doing so good,” he praises, swiping his thumb at the corner of the omega’s eye, right where an overwhelmed tear has broken out. “Doesn’t hurt, right?” 

Bucky trembles and shakes his head. “N-no.” He whimpers when the doctor does something from behind, and then his eyes go a little unfocused. “Oh …” The next time he whines, it’s verging a little closer to a moan of pleasure than one of sheer worry. “Ohnn… nngh, just … mmm, s’weird.”

Steve tuts sympathetically, slightly aroused himself at seeing Bucky react this way. He clears his throat and tries to remain professional. “I know, Sweetheart, I know it’s a lot. Just hang in there for me.” He meets the doctor’s eyes from over Bucky’s back, shooting him an anxious look. 

The doctor nods. “Everything seems fine, Headmaster Rogers. He’s just a little swollen.”

“Swollen?” Steve straightens, concerned. “Is it bad? He was on oral suppressants for about two years.”

The doctor smirks and shakes his head. “No, not that kind of swollen, Sir.” 

“Oh.” Steve’s shoulders untense. "I see." He's maybe read a few too many medical journal articles since Bucky told him on Monday that he'd been on suppressants. "Good. That's ... good."

The doctor hums and looks back down, examining Bucky for another long moment before humming in approval and removing the speculum. Bucky’s back slumps and he makes another tiny noise—this time one of relief. “Is it over?”

The doctor pats his hip with an approving nod. “He’s a healthy boy. Nothing to indicate any lasting effects from the medication.” Over Bucky’s back, he meets Steve’s eyes again. “The risk for complications doesn’t go up very high until after the five year mark. We’ll wait on his bloodwork, but I expect it’ll all come back normal.”

“Oh, good.” Steve can’t help but be relieved. He’s definitely read too many articles, seen too many students come through the school's infirmary with much more serious side effects. “So no chance of infertility?”

“Very low,” the doctor reassures, even as Bucky makes a hurt little sound of concern over hearing that possibility. The doctor rolls his stool out from behind Bucky, pulling off his exam gloves and tossing them in the waste bin. “Nope. He looks perfectly normal, Headmaster, both inside and out. From the state of things I’d say he’s about midway through his cycle. So you can expect a heat within the next two weeks.”

Steve nods. “Yes, he reported as much. He's used an app for tracking on his phone.”

“Oh. Would you email that data?” The doctor is already standing and heading for the curtain that divides their little area from the rest of the room. “It’ll be good to have in his records.” 

“Sure thing. Thanks, doc.”

“Of course.” At the edge of the exam area, he looks back at Steve. “Ahm … he’s fairly aroused right now.”

Steve smirks. “I know.”

“Right.” The doctor glances back at Bucky, then to Steve. “I can send one of the nurses in, if you have anywhere to be.”

Steve shakes his head and dismisses the man. “That’s alright. He’s mine for the evening. I’ll handle it.”

Reassured, the doctor nods and ducks out around the curtain. He’s barely gone for a second before Bucky’s shifting in place on the table. “Um, Mr. Rogers?”

Steve looks back down. Bucky is blinking at him, flustered and uncertain. Steve pats his shoulder. “You did really well, Bucky.” He stands up and goes behind him, over to the room’s glove dispenser. He pulls out one of the large sized nitrile gloves and pulls it on. “How’re you feeling?”

“Uhm. Okay.” Bucky can’t see him from his position, so he wiggles impatiently. “Can you help me to, erm, get off of here?”

“Hmm.” Steve walks over and sits on the doctor’s abandoned rolling stool. He rolls to Bucky’s side, popping into his field of vision and giving him a knowing look. “You sure you don’t want help with this first?” At ‘this’, he lets his gloved hand touch Bucky’s flank, edging closer to his exposed backside. He watches as the boy's eyes widen and his cheeks colors anew. “It’s okay to ask for help,” he reassures. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.” 

“I’m not embarrassed,” Bucky lies. 

Steve arches an eyebrow. “You sure? Masturbation isn’t allowed. Did you remember that rule? You need to ask the staff if you need release.”

Bucky huffs angrily. “Why not? Why do we have to ask you guys? Why can’t we just—”

Steve taps his ass lightly, more to get his attention than anything else. “Submission, Honey. We’ve been over this already. That’s what everything here comes back to: learning to depend on somebody who can take care of you and give you what you need. You have strong sexual urges, and that’s okay. It’s completely natural. But you need to learn to turn to your alpha to get your needs met., otherwise they never fully will be.”

Bucky pouts. “You’re not my alpha.”

“That collar around your neck says different. And so does the paperwork your parents signed.” Bucky's face twists into a frustrated moue, stubborn little thing. Steve sighs. “Hey, I know you didn't choose this. I’m your official alpha right now, but one day you’ll find someone you actually want to be with, someone you want to marry and have a family with. All these rules you're learning are just to help you adopt healthy habits. So you can model correct relationship patterns.”

"I already do."

Steve snorts. "Honey, casually sleeping with 'thirty-something' people by your age is not a healthy relationship pattern."

"You just want us all to be lily white virgins."

Steve rolls his eyes as he rolls the stool farther back towards Bucky’s backside. "Certainly not. But hookup culture only serves irresponsible alphas and betas. It doesn't do anything to help you guys with your needs for bonding hormones."

"Another scientific study?" Bucky sneers.

"You got it." Steve looks down, a quick glance showing him what he already knew he’d find: a wet and swollen, little pink rim, clenching hard on nothing. He tuts sympathetically. "Oof. That looks painful."

“Hey, don’t … don’t look,” Bucky complains.

“Oh, hush.” Steve pats his butt—he really does have the sweetest little ass. “You’re very beautiful, Bucky. Every part of you is.”

That, right there, is Steve stepping over the line. Oh, he’s got no qualms about personally appreciating the form of an attractive young omega student, it’s only natural for him to find Bucky beautiful. What’s less appropriate is him commenting on it. Because, to be blunt, not every student in Steve’s care is traditionally attractive. Steve’s still responsible for helping them all equally, and thus it’s always been his policy to avoid complimenting students on their looks when possible. It avoids hurt feelings, subverts any competition between the students who are more naturally prone to jealousy over their shared Alpha headmaster.

But the words are out of his mouth before he can think better of it, and Bucky reacts obviously in the way that he flushes and squirms, instinctively pleased at being approved of in such a way. Steve decides that, since it’s just the two of them alone, he might as well let his guard down a little bit. Bucky’s shown a propensity for skewed thinking, after all, and he needs to be helped to form a positive self image. “You’ve got a lovely body, Buck. Even here.” At ‘here’, he lets his thumb dip a little further into his crack, not touching his hole, but pulling his cheek out enough to get a really good look at the sweet little clench of his rim. Steve hums appreciatively. “Just like the doc said: very healthy.”

Bucky whines and squirms. “Let me up.”

“I can do that. But you’re very wet, Honey.” Steve reaches down between Bucky's legs to glance fingers over his stiff little prick. “And hard.”

“Nnn.”

“You’re not going to have a very pleasant evening if I leave you like this. Are you sure you don’t want some relief?”

Bucky’s body stays tensed, his asshole blurting out more slick from Steve’s hand touching him even just that little bit. He seems to consider it as a real option for a moment, waffling over his decision, but eventually gets out a terse little, “No,” forcing himself to ignore what his body needs. “I don’t.”

“Really?”

“I don’t want you to do it,” he grits.

Steve sighs, not too surprised by that. Bucky’s still resentful of the one person who has complete authority over him. Steve'll probably be the last person he yields to. That’s the way it often goes with the bullheaded kids: they come around to their teachers first, Handlers second, and submit to Steve as their alpha last of all. It’s to be expected, but Steve can’t say he isn’t more disappointed than usual, in this case.

Because he isn't lying to the kid just to improve his self esteem: Bucky really is uncommonly beautiful. A handsome, small but strong boy who is exactly Steve’s preferred type when it comes to omegas. And his scent is … Well, all omegas smell lovely, but Bucky's scent is unusually fascinating.

Ever since that first day in Steve's office, when he'd submitted with such an easily provoked release, Steve’s wanted to get a better sense of him. This would have been the perfect chance to do that. Steve would’ve relished the chance to coax an orgasm out of him today, but if Bucky needs more time to truly relax into it, then he's willing to wait. Not like there won’t be plenty of opportunities in the future, once the boy's sexual urges have built up enough to have him eagerly submitting. 

Steve closes his eyes and takes one last, indulgent inhale of that spiced, floral scent that’s only made stronger by the arousal. Viburnum, he realizes. That’s what it reminds him of. It clings to the edges of the earthy undertones of Bucky's scent, enhancing it to something truly alluring. Regretfully, Steve pats his hip and rolls away on the stool. “Okay,” he says, trying not to let the disappointment come through in his voice. “That’s alright, Sweetheart. I’ll have the nurse sent in to help you.”

“What? No.” Bucky twists his head in the restraints once again to look back at Steve where he’s removing the medical glove and standing up. His eyes widen when he sees the blue glove going into the waste bin, not having realized that Steve had donned it, having literally been prepared to finger him to orgasm. His mouth works helplessly for a moment, open and shut in a loss for words. “I don’t want anybody to do it.”

Steve walks back around in front of him and crouches down to his level, fixing him with a doubtful look. “Well that’s your choice, Honey. But you still won’t be allowed to touch yourself, you do realize that? If you change your mind after lights out tonight, then you’ll have to wait all the way until tomorrow morning to get a staff member to give you any relief.”

Bucky pretends to be unaffected, but Steve can see the brief flash of panic in the boy’s eyes at the prospect of going that much longer without an orgasm. “Fine,” he says, putting on a brave face. “I don’t care.”

Steve isn’t a fool. He knows that Bucky is almost certainly planning to break the rules and touch himself at the first available opportunity. Still, some lessons can’t be taught until mistakes are made and bad behavior corrected, so Steve nods and stands up to start unbuckling the bench’s restraints. “Okay, your choice, bud." 

Bucky climbs off the bench once he’s able to, and Steve hands him his underwear to put on. His little prick is completely erect as he hurriedly pushes the uniform’s skirt back down, and he winces in discomfort as he pulls up the two layers of his underwear and gets them into place on his oversensitive body. “Ugh,” he huffs quietly. “Stupid.”

Steve chuckles, though he honestly feels more pity for the kid than anything. Bucky’s regret over having turned down an orgasm is so obvious it’s near palpable, his scent still rich with arousal. And just like Steve knows without a doubt that the back of the boy's underwear is already getting a wet spot, he also knows that he'll be checking the dormitory’s security feed later that night. With the level of certainty he has over Bucky’s plans to break the rules and touch himself, Steve figures he might as well start planning out what corrective measures they’ll inevitably be instituting as punishment.

“Come on,” he says, putting an arm around the kid’s shoulders and guiding him out of the room. “It’s dinner time. You must be getting hungry.”

Bucky says that he isn’t, but his stomach betrays him by growling loudly not two seconds after.

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Sweet Surrender

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Pairing ⥓ Max Burnett x Andy Barber x Rockstar!Bucky Barnes

Fandom ⥓ Marvel | Captain America | Defending Jacob | Shaper (2023)

Word Count ⥓ 3.1 K

Warnings | Tags ⥓ None apply | Explicit Sexual Content, Consent, Threesome M/M/M, Dom/Sub, Cuckhold, Established Relationships, First Meetings

Rating ⥓ E

Summary ⥓ Andy has something special he wants to share with Bucky, something he keeps under lock and key.

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"𝑯𝒆’𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑴𝒂𝒙?”

Square + Prompt ⥓

Created for @sebastianstanbingo Square : G2 | Bucky Barnes

Author's Note ⥓

Written for a special someone. @kahey2804 ❤️

Graphics created by @rookthorne 💕

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬/𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 | 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟: ❤️ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭: 🔥 | 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭: 🍂

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐎𝐧𝐞 |

𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬

— 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐞 | ❤️

𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬

Ransom isn’t used to get much love from others but when he met you he knew he really likes you and wants you to show how it works to be in love with someone.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | ’𝐓𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

— 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | ❤️🍂

— 2012 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

After another sleepless night and some stories about Steve and Bucky, they find him and Bucky can confess the feelings he has for Steve.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

— 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 🔥

𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤

Bucky and you have an argument, you two let your frustrations out on each other and it gets really hot before you two apologise for the things the two of you said. At least for most of that because Bucky makes sure you know who you belong to.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐃𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

— 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | ❤️

— 2295 𝐖����𝐫𝐝𝐬

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

Your boss - who is also the most feared man in town - asks you to go out for dinner with him. When he suggests to take his daughter with him, you agree to go out with them.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

— 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | ❤️

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞

It’s New Year’s Eve and you daughter wants to ask Steve a really important question.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 |

“𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝.“

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐰𝐨-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 |

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐁𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭

— 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 | 🔥

𝐕𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫

Andy and his colleagues go out for dinner and you are allowed to join them. But before you are there your Husband shows you a new toy he bought for you. So you’re sitting in the restaurant with your husband, his colleagues, a vibrator stuck between your walls and Andy has the remote for the little toy.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

— 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | ❤️

𝐁𝐮𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

Your Husband comes back from his training at the army and brings you a surprise home. But he isn’t the only one who has a surprise, you have a wonderful surprise for him too.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

— 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 | ❤️🍂

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠

When you go to the roof you didn’t know Bucky would be there as well. You join him and the tension between you two leads to conversation you didn’t know you would have with Bucky.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

— 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | ❤️

“𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬.“

After Eva asked Steve to adopt her and he happily said yes, you’re inside with your friends and family to finally tell them about the adoption.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫-𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐲

— 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | ❤️

“Am I dreaming?”

You’re sick and Steve makes sure to bring you everything you need to feel better.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫-𝐓𝐰𝐨 | 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚

— 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 🔥

𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌

You give your Alpha the first taste of your talented tongue.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬

— 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 | ❤️

𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

It’s a rainy day and when your fiancé comes home from work he just wants to cuddle with you.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

— 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐞 | 🔥

𝐖𝐚𝐱 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

You read something in a newspaper about wax play and when you tell your boyfriend about it he is immediately into it and wants to try it with you.

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Pairing: 1940s!Bucky Barnes/Lee Bodecker Rating: Explicit Tags: Age Difference, (slight) Daddy Kink, Bratty Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Lee Bodecker, Self-Esteem Issues, Angst and Feels, Handcuffs, Not Actually Unrequited Summary:

“Please?” Bucky asks, voice coy and eyelashes fluttering. “Please what?” Lee retorts gruffly. His days are long, he’s not getting any younger… It’s harder these days to keep up with the young, pretty thing handcuffed to his bed.

Written for my SebStan Series and Hot Bucky Summer 2023 Events: Hot Bucky Summer Week 2 "Sir, Daddy" for @buckybarnesevents | O2: Right Person, Wrong Time for @allcapsbingo | O5: Take Me Instead for @badthingshappenbingo

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“Please?” Bucky asks, voice coy and eyelashes fluttering.

“Please what?” Lee retorts gruffly. His days are long, he’s not getting any younger…

It’s harder these days to keep up with the young, pretty thing handcuffed to his bed.

It’s not that he’s… let himself go. He’s just been busy. He’s the goddamn sheriff and there’s a serial killer running around in his town. Everyone’s hounding him for answers that he doesn’t fucking have and he’s losing more and more sleep by the day.

“Please let me make you feel better?”

God, if those weren’t the magic words. Bucky’s smile is the ray of sunshine in the dark, gloomy storm clouds that hang over Lee’s head. He’s not sure where he’d be right now if it wasn’t for Bucky, to be honest. Probably still chasing skirts around town or paying off the ladies of the night but he doubts that would’ve lasted much longer. He doesn’t know where he’ll end up when Bucky leaves, because there’s no stopping him now.

Poor boy’s off to war which is a damn shame. If he could, he’d keep Bucky here forever. Protect him from the terrible things that war does to a man.

Lee finally unbuckles his belt, unbuttoning his uniform and pants. He watches Bucky watching him, as if he were something desirable instead of the town’s number one target to crucify anytime something goes wrong.

“And how d’you propose we do that, my pretty?”

Bucky’s smile only widens, wriggling under the attention making the silver cuffs jangle against the metal rods of the bed frame.

“Mmmm, I got a few ideas, daddy,” Bucky answers with a wink, spreading his long, lean legs.

Lee’s jaw clicks audibly as he snaps his mouth shut, grinding his teeth while his cock fills at an alarming rate. He damn well knows he’s old enough to be Bucky’s dad, his body reminds him every single damn day, he doesn’t need Bucky to do it too.

He lets his uniform drop carelessly to the ground, wrinkles be damned and tears the undershirt off over his head.

Bucky’s tongue pokes out from between those lush lips of his that are curled up in a grin and Lee is reminded again just how beautiful Bucky is. He settles himself in between Bucky’s legs, his calloused hands running up smooth, firm muscle only a spry thing like Bucky could have.

It’s not love and he knows that — it can’t be, after all. He found Bucky too many drinks in but it’s not like he could arrest the soldier. He’s out there, fighting the good fight, while Lee’s just on the cusp of being too old to be conscripted. The only time his age was a blessing.

He misses being thirty. Twenty. He misses being giggly, misses having that electric spark in his eye, misses the spunk he used to have, giving lip to anyone that talked to him funny. All the things that Bucky is. Maybe, he just loves the idea of Bucky — loves seeing someone who could pass as a younger version of himself.

“Oh,” Bucky breathes softly as Lee presses in. Bucky’s so good to him, his body always ready and yielding, warm and tight.

“Good lord, you feel so good, my sweet boy,” he grumbles, his larger body closing in on his prey.

Bucky looks up, blue eyes large and doe-like. “Yeah?”

Lee can’t help but smile, rolling his hips just to watch Bucky’s lashes flutter. “Yes. Would I lie to you?”

Bucky doesn’t answer, but he does squeeze his thighs on either side of Lee’s torso — where he’s been watching the inches grow around his waist, watching the definition in his abs fade away. These are none of the things Bucky has seen.

Bucky saw him, as he was, and still wanted to wrap his legs around it all. His sweet, little Bucky.

He takes it slow, this time. The first time he brought Bucky home was like a hurricane. He hasn’t done that much damage to his house since his early drinking days. It was fun to see Bucky pick through the living room for his shirt though, with no luck. Lee had given him one of his older ones — back when he was smaller. It looked good on Bucky.

He didn’t expect to ever see that shirt — or Bucky — again, but there on his doorstep the next day he stood. Looking just as beautiful.

“Came to return your shirt,” Bucky said cheekily. Lee wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He let himself be corralled into his own home, only to be slightly less destructive than the last time. He tugged the old shirt off of Bucky, chuckling as he revealed bare, smooth skin. “Yeah, and what’re you gonna wear back out?” “Guess you’ll have to lend me another one,” Bucky had said, easy as could be.

Today, though — today, Bucky had worn his own undershirt underneath. Today, Lee knows it’ll be the last time he sees Bucky. So, today, he takes it slow. No tornadoes of clothes being torn off, no frantic nips and clawing.

He takes the time to savour his sins.

For a man of the law, he sure doesn’t act like it sometimes. He licks up Bucky’s sharp collarbone and bites down on Bucky’s shoulder, a souvenir for him of sorts, for when he’s overseas.

He sits back, admiring his handiwork, watches Bucky’s lips curl up in the corners. “S’that all I get?”

Damned kid. He kisses up Bucky’s twitching abdomen, to the sparse hair across his chest. His hands touch every part he can reach, committing the soft noises Bucky makes. He’s glad he doesn’t have neighbours, glad to hear Bucky unabashed and unashamed, without fear of getting caught. It was foolish for them both, but they just can’t seem to stop. Lee’s been an addict for most of his life, the only thing that’s changed is his vice and Bucky just might be the one that’s going to kill him.

It’s not love.

He buries himself deep inside Bucky’s willing body, feels himself get swallowed up and hugged, feels the way Bucky locks his ankles and rises up for even more. Even shackled down, Bucky can’t be tamed. He’s a wild thing, unbridled and headstrong like a warhorse — Lee had always thought himself an unmoving man, but even he gets trampled on sometimes by Bucky’s fierce, burning passion.

It’s not love.

“Yeah, right there, right there, fuck,” Bucky pants in his ear, a sweet melody that fills the emptiness in his house and heart.

“Keep begging,” he demands hoarsely, because he really likes the fucking sound of it.

Bucky’s laugh is airy, but he breathlessly continues. “Please, Lee, don’t stop. Feels so good, you make me feel so good, yeah —”

You make me feel good too, he doesn’t say. Instead, he paws at Bucky’s hip, thumb digging into the dip with bruising strength as he pins Bucky down, driving himself in.

“Ah, ah, unnnh,” is all Bucky can manage for a bit, nonsensical cries and moans, his eyes scrunched tight.

“Look at me,” he commands. He likes Bucky’s eyes, more than he could ever admit.

Bucky does, and Lee looks into those normally clear blue skies to see the dark whirlwind of lust in them. It makes him feel powerful, like he’s the god of thunder who could command the storm.

“Fuck – me so – good, sir,” Bucky grunts out between the slamming of Lee’s hips.

“Little brat,” he grumbles, swatting the outside of Bucky’s thighs. It only earns him a squeal.

“You can go harder, daddy, I can take it,” Bucky goads, never the one to back down. It doesn’t matter that his wrists are red under the cuffs, that he’s flushed from his cheeks to his chest. Insatiable little thing.

Bucky’s smart though, he presses all the right buttons to get Lee worked up — to get exactly what he wants from Lee.

He hauls Bucky in his lap, watches the lean line of muscle arch so beautifully for him. And then Lee sets about absolutely ruining him.

“Greedy thing you are, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” Bucky replies hoarsely.

Bucky’s cock bounces with each hard thrust, a patch of dampness spreading above his belly button. It’s a beautiful cock, really. He never lets Bucky touch himself, he always wants to see it twitch and writhe of its own accord when Bucky comes untouched. It’s the hottest thing Lee has ever seen and he’s been with every prostitute in a 10-mile radius.

“You like when I fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight?”

“Hah, nnnnfuck, yes, yes, yes,” Bucky’s voice starts to pitch higher and higher, his body tensing like a wind-up toy. It’s almost a direct correlation to how close Lee gets to his own orgasm, driving his hips in as if to chase the fleeting sound of Bucky’s gasps.

“What’ll your boys think, huh? When their sergeant shows up and can’t even run your drills.”

He’s just a nobody — a shady sheriff of Shady Glenn, but he’s nuts deep in someone who could and should probably pull rank on him. He wonders, briefly, if he would bend for Bucky the way Bucky bends for him.

“D-don’t care,” Bucky stutters, face pinched as he grits his teeth, clearly trying to hold back, the arch of his body stretched even further.

Nobody could bend as beautifully as Bucky.

“Come now, baby boy,” he coos. “You almost look like you’re in pain, can’t have that.”

“Jus’ wanna feel… you a bit longer,” Bucky pants, swallowing audibly as his voice breaks.

Lee’s entire body breaks out in goosebumps. He doesn’t know how just a few words could make him react so viscerally, but Bucky always manages. It’s always been about chasing his own pleasure but with Bucky it’s different.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere ‘til the mornin’, boy,” Lee reminds him. “I’m gonna have you again, long as you want, but I ain’t gonna last that much longer right now.”

Bucky lets out a happy sound of approval, as if that’s all he needed to hear, a promise that this wasn’t the end. If only he knew how much Lee wanted the same. With his head thrown back, arms taut as they pull against the handcuffs uselessly, he comes with a low moan that turns into a cry. His cock throbs and twitches as it explodes, a long line of it splattering across Bucky’s chest.

Lee makes a punched out sound at the sight and jackhammers a few more times to come with him, to come together.

The cry turns into a strangled mewl as Bucky’s cock releases rope after rope until his orgasm dies down while Lee’s just reaching his peak.

Bucky’s body shivers underneath him, when as sweat lines his temples, strands of that unruly mop of brown hair plastered to it. He doesn’t say a word, just bites his lip as Lee follows through, fucks him through it no matter how sensitive he is right now.

Lee’s not as pretty when he comes — he doesn’t moan and gasp all elegantly, his eyelashes don’t flutter like delicate wings of a butterfly. He comes with a guttural groan as he pulses inside Bucky, feeding everything he has to Bucky’s greedy little hole.

Even Bucky, fit as he is, still needs to catch his breath. Lee doesn’t feel so bad when he has to flop on the bed next to him and takes some time to undo the cuffs.

“You’re exhausting,” he says gruffly.

Bucky’s laugh bounces off the drab, beige walls of his room, rolling on his side and propping himself up on an elbow to face Lee. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I’ll be outta your hair soon enough.”

Lee clenches his jaw in order to not correct him. That it’s the opposite of what he wants. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he settles on, a hand coming up to hold Bucky’s cheek.

It’s unfair, truly. Bucky has so many years ahead of him, he’s so young that his face still has some baby fat to it. He pictures what Bucky would look like in a few years, when he hits the peak of his manhood. Underneath Lee’s palm is a strong jawline that would no doubt make the ladies swoon and this thumb sweeps across cheekbones just high enough to make any supermodel jealous.

“You gonna miss me?” Bucky asks teasingly while his hand comes to rest on Lee’s broad chest.

Oh, if only you knew.

Lee huffs through a tired smirk, but says nothing. He should say not a chance, you troublemaker but it doesn’t feel right to lie to Bucky on his last night. His eyes fall to the shimmering silver around Bucky’s neck and he takes a hold of the dog tags, fingers idly running over the raised letters.

“Do I get to know what the B stands for?” He asks. James Barnes — such a charming name for a charming boy.

Bucky’s face wrinkles. “Buchanan. Don’t laugh! He was a president or somethin’, okay.”

They’re both laughing now. Lee’s in deep if he thinks that James Buchanan Barnes is still just as charming.

“There’s a town named Buchanan just 20 minutes south of here, you know,” he tells Bucky.

“OooOOooh,” Bucky chirps, waggling his eyebrows. “You gonna think of me when you pass the town sign?”

“I’ll be thinking of this, at least,” Lee retorts, his large hand cupping and squeezing Bucky’s ass.

“Mmmm,” Bucky hums his approval. “I’ll take it.” Bucky rolls himself over to straddle Lee’s hips and leans down to kiss him before he can even come up with another thought.

▽

In the morning, they shower while he jerks them off slowly — because he’s not athletic or stupid enough to attempt fucking against slippery tiles — and get ready to leave for two very different paths. He wishes, foolishly, that he could go in Bucky’s stead. Bucky tucks his own shirt into pants and doesn’t take one of Lee’s.

“Bye for now, handsome,” Bucky says with a wink, way more confidence in his voice than he’s got any right to have.

“Yeah,” Lee says awkwardly, for fear of saying too much. They part ways and Lee’s stomach sits in a knot all day. And the next. All week.

He has no reason to be down that way, but he drives south and takes the 772 just to torture himself. He passes the street sign Buchanan Road, passes the large, pale yellow sign further down that reads Buchanan Christian Union Church.

Would it be wrong for a man of sin to step inside and pray for Bucky’s safe return?

It’s been almost a month since Bucky’s left for camp, there’s not a single trace of him left in Lee’s house. The scent on every single one of the shirts Bucky wore back to him — and his sheets — is long gone. That’s when he finally breaks down, eyes blurry as he tries not to cry for something that wasn’t really his.

It was love. It is love. He’s just realized too late.

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