#soft!dark sam

[kayakovicyoo]

#possession 1981 #possession #possession movie #80s horror #isabelle adjani #sam neill #soft gore #horror girls #horror #dark femininity #filmedit #horrorwomensource #movie gifs

[ramp-it-up]

The Sweetest Nectar

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader. Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve is pining for you and the fact that you are Sam’s girl doesn’t mean a thing.

Word Count: 1K.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, 

Warnings: Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Soft Dark Subby Nomad Steve Rogers. Darkish reader. Mention of pre-serum Steve, Lap dance in public, voyeurism, masturbation, mention of drugs and alcohol, pining, angst, teasing, exhibitionism (on reader’s part), possible non con exhibitionism (on Sam’s part). Oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), sloppy seconds, possible cheating. All errors my own.

A/N: Thanks for this ask! It streched me.

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You were giving your boyfriend a lap dance on Steve’s couch, and it made the host irrationally happy. 

Steve was glad that Sam had someone, especially someone as sweet as you. Damn, you were probably so fucking sweet.

Steve licked his lips as he watched your hips undulate in front of Sam’s face. This was the perfect opportunity to watch you and ogle your body, because everyone was a little tipsy and a little high and doing it too. 

It was all in fun, right?

You glanced at Steve upside down as you gyrated on Sam’s lap now, and bent backward all the way over, your braids touching the floor, giving the room a view of your luscious tits. 

Yeah. You were perfect. And this night was the highlight since Steve came out of the ice.

You winked at Steve and his face grew red, but he played it off by taking another drink and rubbing his beard while flipping his long hair out of his face.

It worked on countless other women, but you just sat back up and pulled Sam’s face into the valley of your breasts, gasping as he motorboated your clothed breasts and grabbed the glorious globes of your blue-jeaned ass. 

People laughed, but Steve’s mood changed; he started plotting dismemberment and where to scatter body parts when Bucky came up to stand beside him and watch.

“Hold it up a little higher, buddy.”

Steve didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he took another drink and replied.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“That torch you’re carrying. Maybe she’ll see it if you hold it up higher, Lady Liberty.”

Steve just scoffed and drank some more, not denying anything that Bucky had said.

Bucky laughed and went to get another beer, as Steve practically cried in his, his heart silently aching for you.

—-

You and Sam were in Steve’s bedroom, taking advantage of the fact that everyone else was doing body shots in the kitchen.

“F-f-fuckkkkk! Samuel T-t-t-hom… fuck, Samuel Thomas W-w-wilsonnnnn.”

You were grabbing Sam’s ears as he skillfully ate you out, looking down on him between your legs as he sucked and pulled and played with your clit.

“Fucky, Baby… where did you learn to do … goddamn…”

You panted to try and catch your breath as he inserted three fingers inside you and spread them out.

“Holyyyyyy Shhhhhhh!!!!!!!!” 

You came like a freight train, your knees clamping down around Sam’s head. Sam’s large hands pried you from around his face and came up for air, a triumphant smirk on his face. He held your legs open and gazed at the pretty dark, wet lips of your cunt and the creamy liquid oozing out between them.

“Learning new techniques every day. Just to keep you satisfied, darlin’,”

Sam shook his head and watched as your pretty pussy lips sheltered your still quivering folds.

“It’s a beautiful view.”

Steve silently agreed from the closet, watching your beautiful cunt shine in the dim light from the street. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, fisting himself brutally at the sights, sounds, and faint smell of you. Steve silently willed Sam to action, wanting to hear how that wet pussy sounded when it was fucked good. 

It was just like before the war, when he watched Bucky…

“Hmmmm, Daddy. Give me some. Please? Pretty please. Will you give me some of that thick dick?”

You leaned back, legs still open, looking up at Sam, who was standing now, in front of you.

Your face, fucked out and glowing, looked up at his friend as you licked your lips was everything in the world to Steve Rogers right now.

Steve imagined it was him you were begging, and he didn’t know if he wanted you to suck Sam off or let him fuck you senseless. He just knew that wanted to bust this nut.

“Assume the fucking position then.”

You whimpered, and Steve nearly bust in his hand.

“Yes, Daddy.” 

You got on all fours on the bed and that view was even better than before. Oh, how he’d eat that ass, Steve thought.

Sam smacked both cheeks three times, and your moans and sighs alone were enough to make Steve cum. He watched his friend line up his thick dick and swipe it through your folds, and could almost feel your beautiful wetness. Stevehad to bite his lips to hold in his own grunts as Sam slowly, wetly, and solidly sank into you. 

“Ohhhhhh… shit….DADDY!!!”

“Fuuuuuccccckkkkkk!”

Sam’s head lolled back on his shoulders as he bottomed out and Steve’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as he witnessed the ecstasy. 

Then, Sam looked down and smacked your ass again. Steve watched, rapt, as Sam slowly pulled almost all the way out, then plunged quickly back into your wet goodness. He bet you were so warm. Sam did it again and again and again, faster and faster, and faster. Steve stroked in time as you moaned louder and louder and louder, oblivious to the others at the party.

Steve watched your back arch, and your flesh shake and ripple with every back shot delivered. He was so fucking close.

“Daddy? Daddy? Please Daddy.. I wanna, I wanna….I neeeeeed to…”

“Cum, Darlin’... give it to me. Fuck yeah!”

Sam’s voice was a growl and as you started shaking, Steve’s cum started spilling into his palm and the sock that he was using to contain it.

“Shhsshhhhittttttt….” Steve’s whisper was not silent, but quiet enough that you two wouldn’t hear it over your own noises.

You and Sam collapsed on the bed..

“That was great, Darlin’. You shouldn’t tease me like that in public. ‘S not gonna stop me from giving it to you.” 

Sam kissed your nose.

“I am well aware of what that does to a man. Makes it that much better, Daddy.”

Sam laughed, and then moved toward the bathroom.

“We better get outta here, before Steve catches us in his bedroom.”

You looked toward the bathroom and then sat up on the edge of the bed, legs open again.

Steve saw your wrecked pussy, the combination of you and Sam seeping out, and his cock swelled again. He nearly yelled when he saw you playing in it again. It was like you were doing it just for him.

But you stopped when Sam came back out to get dressed.

“I need a little more time to get cleaned up. You go ahead.”

“Ok Darlin,” Sam leaned over and kissed your forehead and you reached for a peck on the lips.

“You made me hungry, took all my energy. I’m going to go eat some food.” 

Sam winked and left the room smiling and happy.

When the door closed, you stared straight at the closet.

“Well? Are you going to stay in there and jack off again, or are you going to come out and clean me up?”

You leaned back on your hands, legs wide.

“Now’s your chance Steve. I know you’re in there. Are you going to come out Captain?”

Steve gulped. Then he couldn’t help but comply.

“Fuck…”

Steve emerged from the closet, the tip hard cock glistening and stiff at the opening of his undone pants. He walked toward you and dropped to his knees.

You threaded your hand in his hair, brushing it away from his forehead as he closed his eyes at your touch. You guided his head toward your throbbing cunt.

“You get sloppy seconds, but I bet that’s what you like…”

“Yes ma’am.” 

Steve nodded vigorously as his tongue collected the sweetest nectar he’d ever tasted.

#ask dj #dj will answer #sam wilson #steve rogers #nomad steve #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson smut #sam wilson x black!reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #soft dark steve rogers #bucky barnes #avengers #chris evans fanfics #anthony mackie #sebastian stan

[velvetjune]

the chapter songs in Alan Wake 2,, flawless

#they deserve more love and discussion #saying this while also not knowing what to say other than they’re so fucking good #alan wake 2 #i think it’s partially because poets of the fall’s tracks are iconic so of course they’re in the spotlight (as deserved) #but also the CHAPTER SONGS. them being made for a given chatacter(s) with the help of Sam lakes poetry #the changes with ‘this road’ by Poe with every Alan chapter. becoming more distorted and revealing lyrics and the spiral #the scratch song being 1) hilarious and 2) similar to Zane’s poetry in the aw1 arg #the emotion in superhero when saga feels lost at the story making it so Logan was gone #the lines of her feeling like a ghost in this story forming around her.. how she feels guilty and absent for both what the story’s doing #and being away from Logan because of her job. ashdhhhhjhh my heart #AND. follow you into the dark HAS to be alice. which kills me because at for at I thought of Alan #but no. Alice jumped in the dark place after him. it’s so !!!!!!!!!!! #the rabbit hole line. Alice spiraling deeper and deeper into a dream—into wonderland #the Lost at Sea one is also good. intrigues me. the Bowie and Lynch references are blatantly aw2 Zane #but it’s so similar to diver Zane and the ‘originals’ death. being lost in the dark place with illusions of escape #and losing any sense of identity. whether he’s real at all or the monster of this sea or just a lost soul. #the soft and calm vocals / instrumental really makes the whole thing #NEED to stop typing more tags because this is a Lot. however. #‘no one left to love’ is also a phenomenal song and one of my favorites from the album. GORGEOUS vocals and how it all flows together. #such a powerful and beautiful way to end a chapter #anyway that’s all I had to say :) #god. I’ve started to watch a few playthroughs of the game and 90% of people have skipped the chapter songs and every time im #that’s fair but my brain and soul might implode if I don’t see anyone else talking about how good these songs are

[mbat]

i think its really funny that with every other ghost hunting channel ever, a good chunk of the appeal is 'woah are they gonna find real ghosts?' or whatever and they make these really over the top videos about it acting like every single thing is definitively ghosts and cant possibly be any other thing (or they completely faked it themselves) and they dont really shine as people quite as much and theyre probably trying to appeal to kids with this style of video, or just make it exciting so it doesnt feel like its just people in an empty old house blah blah

but then we have shane and ryan who have literally never found proof, they dont really pretend theyve ever found proof (ryan has thought so a few times but he doesnt exactly sit around going 'holy shit remember that piece of proof we found one time that totally proved we found ghosts!' which a lot of channels do in my experience)

no we just all kinda stick around cause we love the dynamic. the shenanigans. if they ever proved ghosts were real it probably would be overshadowed by some funny thing they did they episode aside from that lol

#my post #watcher #ghost files #look. i love the paranormal. i constantly think about and watch stuff about the paranormal. but i dont believe in it #so all these channels that act overly gullible. are exhausting #there is not nearly enough skeptical channels and even less who actively go ghost hunting themselves #dont get me wrong i do like a few channels that i would say are... kinda gullible or faking believing a lot of stuff #or outright faking 'evidence' LOL #like i love garrett watts and i love loey lane but my gosh they need to take chill pills. smoke weed or something /j #i would literally never believe that a youtuber proved ghosts are real anyway. they want views and literally anything can be faked #with enough time and effort #i would only ever believe ghosts under extremely specific circumstances that would include me leaving my own house LMAO #loey and hannah need to colab fr. ryan and shane but women. also the aesthetics would go hard #loey is so pinks and colors and soft things and hannah is so dark and macabre and stuff. like it would be so fun #this got off track I JUST HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS STUFF AAAAA #i only made this cause im watching john wolfe talk about sam and colby. i dont watch s&c cause i assumed theyd be annoying and they #they kinda are

[late-to-the-party-81]

Tit for tat

AN: Hey folks - I've moved away from niche content today to re-visit some of our favs - The boys in Conclave. Be good, Bunny!

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairings: Sam x Bucky; Steve x Reader

CW: Voyeurism, JOI, dub con (due to universe), Exhibitionism, explicit sexual content. THIS IS A SOFT!DARK UNIVERSE.

Word count: 1.1k

“They know you’re watching, Bunny.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your gasp and span around as the voice whispered in your ear.

Steve loomed behind you, his lips curled up in a mirthful smile.

Sam and Bucky were out on the private balcony of the penthouse. You’d noticed them when you had been walking through the apartment and had been going to join them when you saw how close they were. How their fingers were entwined and looking at each other as if the other had hung the moon. You’d felt bad about intruding.

But then they’d started kissing, and it had quickly turned heated between them. You should have moved away, you knew that, but you couldn’t. They were so beautiful together. You’d seen them and Steve together in many of your collective bedroom scenes, and watched Steve and Bucky together. Still, you’d never had the opportunity to watch Bucky and Sam from a spectator’s view. It was wrong. It was hot.

And then Steve caught you...

You ducked your head and tried to glide around him.

“I should…umm…go.”

“And deprive them of their rapt audience?” He grabbed your wrist firmly and drew you back to stand in front of him, your back pressed to his front, where you’d been before he’d surprised you.

Bucky was lying on one of the sun loungers, shirtless, with his legs spread so that Sam could lie between them. He was cupping Sam’s cheeks, kissing him like the world was ending, as Sam tangled his dexterous fingers in Bucky’s shoulder-length chestnut hair. They didn’t look like they knew anyone was watching, but you didn’t doubt Steve’s statement.

“It’s okay to watch. Okay to enjoy it. If they wanted privacy, they would have ensured they had it. Remember, we’re all together, and it’s natural to get pleasure from seeing your lover get pleasure.” 

Steve’s voice was low in your ear, his other hand splayed across your lower stomach, pressing you into him. A couple of his fingers were under the fabric of your robe, his fingertips like hot brands on your skin. He gently brought your hand down to just under his.

“Touch yourself, bunny.” 

His voice and the sight of the other two in front of you created an erotic tableau, one that was hard to resist. Unable to take your eyes off Sam and Bucky, who had now shucked their pants and were groping each other through their underwear, your fingers slid deftly through your folds. You were slicker than you had imagined. The glide, the way your finger brushed over your clit, made you moan and your eyes flutter.

“Gently circle your clit. That’s it. Like the way Sam’s teasing Bucky’s nipple with his tongue. Imagine it’s Sam’s tongue on your greedy pussy, teasing you.”

Bucky’s back was arched where he lay on the lounger. Sam was indeed playing with the assassin’s chest, the dark nipples standing to attention under his ministrations. He’d also pulled Bucky’s cock out of his briefs and was slowly jacking it. You moaned as you saw a bead of precum form and roll down his thick shaft. Steve’s hand flexed on your stomach, and you could feel his erection digging into your buttocks.

“Now, slide one of those fingers of yours inside…”

You did as he said as you watched Sam slowly move down Bucky’s body, maintaining eye contact while his lover rambled in Russian. You gasped as you watched Sam take Bucky in his mouth just as you pushed your finger as deep inside you as you could manage. The heel of your palm brushed against your clit, and you shuddered.

“Add another, Bunny, then pump them slowly, in time with Sam…”

Your breathing picked up as you watched Sam turning Bucky into a quivering wreck beneath him. You could see him cupping and rolling Bucky’s balls as he swallowed down as much of his cock as he could manage. When Bucky started to rub and pluck at his own nipples, Steve silently moved your free hand to your own breasts, drawing your robe apart so that practically all of your front was now on display. You didn’t notice, and even if you had, you probably wouldn’t have cared.

“Are you curling those fingers, sweetheart? Find that sweet spot of yours. I think Sam is doing that to Bucky now, as well.”

Bucky’s thighs were twitching, and you couldn’t see Sam’s hand any longer, so you thought that Steve was probably right.

“Keep that rhythm. I want you to cum when Buck does….” He leant down, his lips trailing over your neck, the slight tickling burn of his facial hair setting your nerve endings alight. And the way Bucky and Sam were moving and moaning…

Bucky’s eyelashes kissed his cheeks, and the veins in his neck and right arm were prominent against his pale skin as he climbed toward his release. Then there was Sam. Sam who seemed to be making it his mission to give Bucky the sloppiest and noisiest blowjob ever. Every time he bobbed his head, he left Bucky’s cock slick with drool. His saliva also covered his hand and Bucky’s pale thighs. He was also groaning and gagging. You could swear he was actually rolling his hips against the lounger, using the friction to get himself off.

“Bucky’s almost there, Bunny. Are you ready? Are you going to come with him?”

His hand covered yours where you were fingering yourself, so big that he pressed your hand firmer onto your clit as well as increasing the pressure on your abdomen. Small whimpers left your mouth, your head rolling back against Steve’s shoulder as you prepared to let go.

“О, бля!”

Your eyes shot open at Bucky’s yell, which was followed by a groan from Sam as he swallowed down Bucky’s cum. Some leaked out of the corner of his mouth, rolling down his chin…

You cried out, only remaining upright because Steve was holding you.

“There you go, sweetheart.”

He scooped you up and started walking. It took you a few breaths to realise he wasn’t taking you to your bedroom but out onto the patio before settling down on the second lounger with you, turning you to face him.  He pressed kisses to your lips, your jaw, your neck, in just the way he knew got you going.

“Steve? What are you doing? Wouldn’t you like to go somewhere a little more private?”

“Well, Bunny, as we watched Buck and Sam, it seems only fair they get to watch us…”  

You looked over your shoulder and saw a pair of matching grins aimed at you as the two men sat side by side, fisting their cocks…

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[ectonurites]

SUPER DARK TIMES (2017) DIR. KEVIN PHILLIPS

#super dark times #zach taylor #allison bannister #sam edits #if you listen closely you can hear the sound of both mine and Allison's hearts breaking! <3 #ok but fr: i know this is gifs. so no sound. but the WAY he DELIVERS the 'you've got a bump on your head' line makes me NUTS #it's so soft. it's so fond. it's... it's a punch in the fucking gut. he likes her *so much* but he *can't let himself have this nice #thing with her* because he's *being eaten alive by guilt he can't accept & won't let himself be happy because of it* and SHE DOESN'T KNOW! #like the thing. the thing is. when you watch SDT you're along the ride with Zach and his POV of everything. despite the obvious paranoia #& guilt warping his perspective/influencing his behavior—we can see where that's all coming from. we understand the motivations #behind the actions he takes. but ALLISON? Allison has no fucking clue what's going on! from Allison's perspective... Zach is this guy she's #known for a while (like they make a point of *telling us* in one of the earliest scenes that Zach feels weird talking about her in the #detached way they may talk abt other people in their grade they barely know—because it's *different* since he and Josh *actually know her* #plus in the script [and it STILL COUNTS TO ME because she *starts* saying the line but just gets cut off by Dennis] Allison brings #up Zach & Josh having had a silly handshake since 7th grade ['oh god that used to make me pee!' <- girl why would u say that to him] #so it's like... these are kids who've known each other for years!) and he's got this obvious fucking crush on her (the hallway scene where #he is. blatantly staring and she catches him for a second) and the moment she decides to actually start pursuing him because SHE'S #got a crush on HIM too... he starts pulling away and acting erratic and sending her the most mixed signals in the fucking world. #and sheee THINKSSS ITS HERRR FAULT!!!!!!!! like. listen. this scene i giffed above? this is what she's fucking talking about later #when she jokes about not wanting to 'scare him off again'. like sure she says it like a joke but... uhm. i simply think there's #a certain amount of truth to it too—because he DID leave the party visibly freaked out! and i think it'd be perfectly believable for her #to think that it was at least partially HER pushing too hard that was causing him to withdraw/pull away from her. plus she blatantly says #she thinks she's the reason Josh & Zach are fighting. like. this poor girl is on the outskirts of a tragedy she'll probably NEVER know the #details of but she's seeing firsthand the impact it's having on Zach and... blaming herself... that's so fucking heartbreaking

[hauntedtoybox]

tuxedo sam fluffy luminous boa plush (x)

#plush #plushcore #plushblr #plushies #stuffed animals #sanrio plush #sanrio #tuxedo sam #pastel #glow in the dark #kawaii plush #cutecore #op #owned #i have this one! i used to call it the “radioactive tuxedo sam” #it really glows very brightly! and is super soft

[coyoteghost]

sam's the kind of guy to have his head secured to his neck by a mysterious ribbon which he never takes off and won't ever talk about. to be honest.

#spn #very into the idea of a casefic #where they go on a hunt to retrieve a cursed ribbon that's fallen into the wrong hands and is causing havoc #but then in some freak accident right after they find it-- sam's head gets severed. maybe not all but /most/ of the way off #and in a moment of panicked desperation dean wraps the ribbon around the gaping mangled wound and pulls it tight #and just like that sam is fine! perfectly fine. he gets up covered in his own blood and is like. dean what the hell is around my neck #anyway then they have to figure out how to deal with sam's head being attached to his body via a cursed object that they know nothing about #all the while sam gets to walk around wearing a soft dark ribbon that accentuates his neck so nicely :) #txt

[georgiapeach30513]

Just Like the Caged Bird, Part 5

Summary:  Baking day for you

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  mildly explicit

Warnings:  language, teasing, touching over the clothes, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.7K

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*divider created by @firefly-graphics​

You wake up early. Feeling a sense of relief wash over you. You can't remember a time after JJ where you felt more content. Seeing your oldest brother laying on top of the blanket, clothes still on, face smooshed into the pillow. The pillow pushes his mouth open exposing his teeth. And you can’t help but feel like this was a time when they would visit you in the apartment when you were a teenager. Something comes over you and his peaceful sleep now slightly annoys you, picking up your pillow you hit him in the back.

Dean's face is angry at first, flailing around while he rights himself only to see you smiling and laughing at him, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" "Take me to the grocery store. I want to stock up the kitchen and make something for when you and Sam go back on the road," you are almost too much like Dean in ways. Demanding. You never ask your brother to take you, you’re telling him that's what he's going to do.

"No," his body flops back on the bed and turns away from you.  You take a deep breath and sigh.

"I was going to make you your very own apple pie. I guess I can walk to the store, but I'm only making Sam some sugar-free black bean brownies," you pull yourself off the bed to get ready for the baking day. Having today off you want to not only bake for your brothers but the garage and Andy as well. Just to show your appreciation for everything the men have done for you.

At the admittance of apple pie Dean jumps off the bed, "Okay, I guess I can take you to the grocery store." 

You can only smile to yourself with your back facing him. You still know how to play him. "Let's go, Sammy. Dovey needs to go to the grocery store," he booms down to his brother. Smacking his sleeping body slightly on the shoulder. Sam stretches out looking at you emerging from the bedroom and knows that you and Dean have finally made up.  After the years of not really speaking.

Sam and Dean continue their research and talking amongst themselves, but you are in a world of your own. Slicing up the juicy apples, cutting the butter into the flour, making the perfect flaky crust. Moving on to the lemon loafs. Making a couple, one to take downstairs to the garage and another to take to Andy's office. But your favorite is making chocolate chip cookies. They were always your mom's favorite. Your fingers move gracefully, able to make the dessert without a recipe now.

Remembering when your sunshine boy would come home from work and you would have these cookies made. Jensen would slowly eat one of the warm cookies. Moaning in delight as the melted chocolate would stick to the sides of his mouth. He would always grab another, tearing small pieces off to feed you, but he made sure to get drips of chocolate all around your face and his fingers. You two would be in a fit of giggles, Jensen would always grab your hand up, gently circling his thumb on the top of your hand, making your eyes immediately dilate with lust.

You would pull up his chocolate-stained hand, sucking off every remnant that remained from the cookies. Jensen always watched you with his jaw slack, loving the way your tongue would circle around his digits. The way your bright green eyes would look only at him. You wanted to see every slight change to his face, needing to see his own eyes turn dark with every moment.

Jensen then would set his mission to clean his your face off with his mouth. Lifting your body up to the kitchen island, his tongue licks up the remaining chocolate that he had put around your mouth. Tasting your sweet taste mixed in with the gooey desserts. His hands explored your body, feeling every part of you, while your legs begun spread, wrapping them around him, you used the heels of your feet to pull him closer.

Your fingers wrapped around the hemline of his t-shirt, pulling it off and exposing his chiseled body. Your fingers trace along the dark ink that adorns his biceps. "Wanna see you pretty girl," he huskily whispers in your ear while removing your own shirt. Sucking in a sharp breath when he sees his wife isn't wearing a bra. Hungry fingers fumble around with each other's jeans, listening as they fall in clumps on the floor, "I love you so much, Songbird," Jensen's deep voice whispers in the kitchen before slowly sinking into your wet heat.

"Dove! The timer is going off, don't burn my pie," Dean breaks you out of your memory. Now sad about missing your husband, you pull Dean's pie out of the oven, adding in a batch of cookies before flopping down on the couch between the brothers. 

"You don't have to sit so close," one look at you and Dean knows you got in your head. "Want to talk about it, Dovey?" You shake your head no. Not sure how you could possibly talk about a sex memory with your late husband to your brothers. "Why are you baking so much?" Sam asks, trying to break the silence and actually look at you.

"Want to make something for the boys downstairs and take a thank you gift to Andy." "Seriously, Andy?" Dean's voice comes out in a groan. Your hand slaps at his stomach, causing him to wince.

"Let it be. Andy came from his house to pick me up because you two jerks forgot me for nearly an hour. I'm guessing Bucky was the one who reminded you?" Dean's eyes slightly squint, but he doesn't respond. "That's what I thought. Look, down there I was alone. At least here there's people I know." "But Andy Barber?" "Shut it. Nothing is happening between me and Andy."

Dean's eyes burn holes in the back of you while you get ready to deliver your treats. One of the few dresses you owns flows down your body. A white sundress with a soft lemon pattern on it. Buttons trail down the front of the dress, while the top is tied into a sweetheart neckline, and thin straps along your shoulders. You took the time to add more makeup to your face and style you’re hair.

"You getting dolled up for a reason?" he huffs. He wants to trust you, he really does. He's no idiot, he knows that you’re only gets dressed up to impress someone. That someone used to be Jensen.

"I can't wear old band tees and Daisy Duke's all the time, Squirrel," you add a touch of gloss and walk into the kitchen, gathering up what you’re going to take downstairs. "Can I drive Baby?" Dean grunts, causing Sam to slap at his arm. "You look nice, Dove." "I can drive you wherever you need to go," you turn to look at Dean, biting at your lip. Your hand drifts to Jensen's dog tags and realizes how visible they are in this dress. Sadly, you walk back to your room, laying them next to the rings. You stand there just staring at them for a while. Your hand almost grabs them again, but you walk away. Telling yourself, you’ll put them back on when you have on a shirt.

"I don't want to take you away from your work. Not to mention I'd prefer you not to be leaking testosterone at Andy's office," your hands gather up the lemon loaf for downstairs and a plate of cookies. Dean's stance doesn't change. "I'll just ask Steve if I can drive the Bug," you walk out of the apartment and down to the garage. Embarrassment already building up in your cheeks.

The closer you gets to the back door of the garage you feel your heart pounding out of your chest. Heat floods your skin, and your hands turn clammy. Unsure of why you thought this was a good idea. Opening the door, you hear a loud whistle, "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Dove? Did you bring me a present?" Sam playfully flirts walking closer.

Your beefy roommate slides out from under the vehicle he's working on at the mention of your nickname, and he's glad he did. You  look stunning. Not that you aren’t in your t-shirts and shorts, but the sundress is hitting your curves perfectly, and the way you stand in the doorway with the sun framing your body, making you look nearly angelic. He shouldn't get attached to you. Steve is very protective of you and you seem a bit involved with Andy. As soon as yours and Bucky’s eyes meet, both of you quickly advert your gazes.

"What cha got there, Peach?" he asks. Bucky is a glutton for punishment.

"I, uh, I brought you guys some cookies and a lemon loaf. As a thank you. To all of you," your weight shifts from foot to foot. Normally Steve would be around.

"He's in the office," Bucky tells you picking up a cookie. With the cookies still warm, it causes a bit of chocolate to linger on the outside of his mouth. Before you can think your finger comes up to wipe the chocolate off. The two of you stare at one another, before you awkwardly try to figure out where you want to put the chocolate, "I can always lick it off," he responds.

"No, you're not," Steve walks over handing you a rag to wipe your thumb on. "These look amazing. Why are you so dressed up though?" his eyes look you up and down as he takes the plate from you.

"I just wanted to wear something different for once," Steve isn't convinced. "You mind if I use the Bug a bit today? Dean won't let me drive the Impala." "Where ya needing to go? I got time," he smiles at you while you shuffle around not wanting to look at him.

"Uh, I um, I made some for Andy, too. He brought me home last night," with a chuckle Sam walks away from the pair, pulling Bucky with him.

"I did see you guys in the parking lot for a while," you watch as the edge of his lips pull up in a smile. "We were talking.".

"In the backseat?" he actually laughs. "I have the cameras to make sure that no one steals anything. I can't help it that I got an alert. I'm guessing you would rather me not drive you?" you give him a nod. With an eye roll he grabs the key tossing it to you. "Be careful."

And with a smile and a quick kiss to his cheek, you go back to the apartment to gather the things you prepared for Andy. Both your brothers are deep in conversation and barely notice you, but before you leave, you hear the oldest brother's gravelly voice, "You look really nice, Dove." "Thanks, Dean."

Andy leans back at his office desk fingers rubbing his eyes. The more he looks at the files the more he feels he's growing cross eyed. And he's trying to keep his focus on the case. It's his job and what he should be doing, but he can't help but drift off to think of you. The sounds that roll off your lips when he touches you. The way your skin feels when his fingers move against you. The way you smell. Lost in his thoughts he almost doesn't catch you walk in.

With the opening of the door, Andy's attention moves to the front. A crooked smile lifts his mouth at the sight. You had dressed up. A dress that is showing much more than your tees, your hair styled differently, and carrying a tray of something. Your shy self goes up to the receptionist, "Um, I-is, An... Mr. Barber available? I have a uh, delivery for him," the sound of Mr. Barber rolling off your lips makes his cock twitch, and he has to take a deep breath. There was something about your sweet slow southern drawl, mixed in with your stuttering. He watches the older woman look you up and down, not believing a word you’re saying dressed up like you are, "He's busy. Can I leave a message?" That won't do. You took time out of your day to get pretty for him and to come to his office. "Janice, I got this," he tells the older woman, but only has eyes for you. "Hey, Songbird. You bring something for me?" his hand slides along your waist, resting on your back, loving the way the soft cotton feels on his skin. He guides you into his office, closing the door behind you.

Andy's eyes go to the swell of your chest, noticing how his brother's tags are not around your neck, "I brought you some cookies and a lemon loaf for a thanks for last night. You didn't have to pick me up." "I couldn't leave you stranded. You would have done the same for me. Let's see what you got," you hand him the plate. Due to the heat in the bug the cookies still remain warm. Andy’s thick fingers tear a piece of a cookie off, and places it his mouth. He notices the quick change in your face as you watch chocolate drip on his lips. With a flick of his tongue and licking of his fingers he watches your thighs press tightly together, "You okay, Songbird?" he asks with his crooked grin.

You can only nod, trying to swallow despite your dry mouth. "Come 'ere," he commands you sitting in the chair. Not knowing why, you follow his order. You can't pinpoint if it was the look in his eyes or the sound of his voice, but you walk over to him all the same. Looking up at your beautiful self standing in front of him, he pats the top of his desk. 

"Have a seat," his voice this time is much more lighthearted, not as dark and mysterious.

Standing on your tiptoes you maneuver yourself to sit on the desk, "You look good up there, Dove. Almost too good," he rolls his chair over to where his body can be situated in between your legs. Your flight response kicking in, but your legs can't move. There is a bit of you that is addicted to his attention, even though you’re intimidated him. "I can imagine you in this pretty little dress leaned over my desk while I fuck you stupid." "Andy!" you screech out, but your legs still move further apart, inviting him closer. You know you should stop. This is dangerous territory, but you like it.

"You haven't thought about it? Not even when your cunt is squeezing my fingers so tightly. You can't lie to me Songbird; I know you want me to bottom out in your tight pussy," your fingers weave in his hair and your feet hook around the arms of his chair, sliding him closer. "Even when you can't talk your body is responding to me.  Legs spread, and needing me closer to you, huh.  You gonna let me have a taste of more than the cookies?"

"I, uh..." you begin, not knowing exactly what you want to say. You know he isn't wrong. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own as it reacts to his filthy words.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? My cock isn't even in your mouth and you can't talk," his fingers rub along the cotton of your dress, and he slides even closer, your thighs still spreading wider.

"I just..." you had never had someone be so forward about they wanted to do to you. Nervously you stare at Andy, as your hands card through his hair.

"You got dressed up and came all this way for what reason?" those sinful fingers trail up your body.  Giving a few good kneads to your tits as they travel up further to wrap around your neck. 

"What is it that you want Dove?" he whispers. The hand that's on your thigh, reaches for your own, pulling it into his own. Wrapping his larger hand in yours, his thumb gently rubs against the top of your hand. Your eyes turn dark almost immediately. Pupils blown wide and blocking out most of the bright green.

"Y-you, Andy," you’re able to choke out. You don't understand the hold he has on you. You just know that the you like the way his hand feels holding yours. You love the attention he gives you. Knowing that he's busy, but he still is taking time to spend with you.

"I know you do. That's why you got all dressed up for me. You know what tastes better than your cookies?" with a smile you guide the hand you’re holding under your dress. 

"Smart and pretty. But tell me what it is that you want, and I’ll give it to you right now," his hand winds up your thigh, palming you through your cotton panties. "Already soaked for me. I need to hear you say it." "I, um, I don't know," Andy can tell that you want him, your body responding beautifully to him.  But he's pushing you too far. His hand slides out from under your dress, and you look at him confused, "No, I didn't mean." "I have a lot of work to do," he starts to back away from you, seeing the confusion and almost heartbreak on your face. Maybe this is what you need to bring him closer to you. "I don't care if your brothers are still here, when I leave here, I'm coming to pick you up. Keep the dress on," he slides your body to the other side of his desk, and moves back to working.

Feeling frustrated and even more perplexed, you jump off his desk, "Can I kiss you goodbye?" our fingers play with the back of his brunette locks, giving his scalp a quick little scratch. His shiver under your fingers makes you smile, and it gets even bigger when he looks up at you.

Without answering he pulls you into his lap, and you release quick squeal, "You can kiss me whenever you want," your lips connect and all the confusion leaves your body for only a moment. In that moment you only feel Andy Barber and the way his pillowy lips fit perfectly against yours. The way the bitter chocolate lingers on his tongue, and the way he makes sure you feels his hardened cock.

Pushing you down even hard on his lap, and you release a desperate whimper.  Causing Andy to become even more frustrated, but he knows it'll be worth it. He has to give you time. It had only been a few days. A few more and you’ll be like putty in his arms, ready to mold and be the perfect girl for him.

"I should, um, go. See you later?" with a smile and a nod, he gives a quick peck on your lips.

"I'll come pick you up when I'm finished," quickly you push yourself off of him. Straightening out your dress and walking out of his office. Pausing to give him a sweet smile. Once you reach the blue Bug, you breathe deeply. Wondering if you’re making a mistake or not.

"So how did it go with Andy?" Sam asks you when you walk back into the apartment. You’re impressed that he's actually paying attention to you. Dean eating an overly large sandwich and rolling his eyes animatedly. With the mention of the older man, he looks over at you, waiting on your answer.

"He was busy, so I didn't get to stay too long," Dean chews the sandwich with a smile, thinking that he won't be getting his hands on his sister this time. "He's picking me up after work though." "That changes plans for us. We were going to leave, but I think we'll stay an extra day. Just to make sure you come back home," both Sam and your eyes turn to look at your older brother.

"No. We've got things we need to do. Now you two stay in good terms, and you can call and make sure she's safe," very rarely does Sam go against what Dean says, but Dean knows he's right. They have to get back on the road, they're already a few days behind.

The siblings settle down for a nice afternoon. Talking about their life growing up, the boys telling you the things you’d missed. You pack up the pie in some containers bidding them farewell with a hug and kisses to their cheeks, "No more ignoring my calls, Dovey. I mean it. And if that asshole..." you give Dean a look warning him to not turn the afternoon sour. "If Andy does anything to hurt you or push you into something, you'll let me know?" "Yes, but we're just friends." "Maybe you need to talk to him about that. I don't think his intentions are to remain friends. I also don't think that you realize your feelings towards him. But we trust you. Maybe we'll see you in a few weeks, maybe a month or so," Sam adds hugging you and picking you up. "Stay out of trouble Dovey." By the time he sets you back down, Bucky walks out the back and up the stairs.

"That guy's weird," Dean says, "Well, Dove...should you need us, just give us a call." "I will, stay out of trouble you two," you say with a laugh. You know they'll find all the trouble and then some, but they're both more than capable of taking care of themselves. Your legs drag up the stairs, needing to refresh yourself before Andy comes to pick you up. Once you enter the apartment, you hear the shower running, knowing the tall brunette is cleaning up from his day of work. Moving instinctually around the apartment. The furniture may be different, newer, cleaner, but the placement is all the same.

Your hands pick up anything out of place your brothers may have left, taking out the garbage, and he's still showering. Bored and getting nervous about Andy coming in a bit. With all the nervous energy and excitement, you need to keep your hands busy. Opening up the closet you spot the old vacuum. Not everything was replaced. Putting in your earbuds you begin vacuuming. Dancing around and lightly singing. Forgetting that Bucky is still there.

You never notice the tall man leaning up against the bathroom doorframe just watching you. This is the first time that he hasn't seen you stuttering or moving awkwardly. Feeling a bit light headed. Your music is way too loud, so you don't even hear the knock at the door. 

Not expecting company Bucky walks over confused to find Andy, "You think you could get dressed?" Andy asks, looking in he sees you, his little Songbird. And he gets the tiniest glimpse of the second reason Jensen called you that. Your voice lightly rings out in the room. Soft and sweet.

His eyes rakes over your body, looking all domesticated, "Sorry, didn't realize we were expecting company. I just got out of the shower, and Peach over there is in a zone," his flesh hands covered in tattoos run through his long hair, slicking it back on his scalp. "You got a thing for the Georgia Peach?" Andy's eyes glance at his brother's oldest friend, and he gives him a cocky smirk, "I'm here to pick her up, aren’t I?" "You bringing her back?" Andy wants to wipe the smirk off Bucky’s face, before he can do anything you turn to look at the two of them.

"Oh, uh, h-how long have you two, uh, been standing there?" your shyness now back.

"Just got here, Songbird. You ready to go?" you shake your head no, and pull Andy in the room with you, away from Bucky's prying eyes. "Why are you bringing me in here?" he asks, but it isn't long until your mouth eats up any words that either of you can say. "Not that I'm complaining but..." "I'm sorry about earlier. I just froze. I didn't..." your words fly out of you so quickly that you can't even think, barely getting a breath since your lips left Andy's.

"Probably shouldn't have been doing that in the office anyways. And I apologize for pushing. You just look really nice today," Andy looks to your bed and sees your open backpack full of clothes and some toiletries. "You going somewhere?" 

"I uh, I just, um, I thought it might be nice just in case. I don't uh..." "Dove, you're fine. I've missed waking up to you. We should make it a regular thing," thick strong fingers smooth out your dress. "Showing up at my office was a bold move. I got all kinds of questions as to who you were." "Can I ask you something?" you want to sound confident in your question. You know that Andy is great at manipulating words, so you have to be careful.

"Ask me anything." "Is this..." your thin fingers point between their two bodies and your green eyes turn to look at him, "I mean, what are we getting out of this? Is it just a bit of fun?" Andy looks down at you, playing with your hair with a smile, "It is fun, but surly you know there's more to whatever this is than fun? I want to have fun with you, but that's not it. I know it's sudden, but there's history between us. Even you have to know that." You do. You know the history between you, and Andy knows what the number one reason for you and Jensen to move away, "Are you comfortable coming to my house? We can stay here. Bucky will be here." "We can go. I just..." "After this case, let me take you out on a date. Does that clear things up?" you  smile, but it doesn't reach your eyes. "I'm sorry, did I say something?" "I, uh, haven't dated since..." your voice trails off. He pulls you in closer to him, and you melt into his warmth, "I'm sorry, Andy." "I'll let you take charge of this then. If that's what you want." "Okay," you actually would want Andy to take charge and you tell him what you’re not comfortable with, but you want to drop this for now. His answer was satisfactory enough, if only past memories of your husband weren't brought up. "Let's go. I know you have to be tired."

The ride to Andy's seems much longer than it actually is. His hand gently holds on to yours while his thumb traces shapes on the top of your hand. Already you feel yourself heating up. It's been so long since you felt someone. What you and Andy have done prior was play. You want him. The heat he's creating on your hand travels all the way to your stomach, and on into your core. Wiggling around you try to have some relief by creating your own friction. The attempt is in vain.

Andy sees you constantly squeezing your thighs together. Seeing you writhing already and he's not said anything, not touched you, apart from his hand. He's put two and two together. Every time he's made this gesture with his hand, you immediately get lustful. He had seen his little brother with you. Remembers back on times that you would be out. Both of you had an understanding when you left. Everyone could see it in both of your eyes. 

You were always ready to go at the same time. He can't remember if he would caress your hand. But your reaction to him barely touching you makes him wonder.  As if you and Jensen had a wordless conversation when it was time to go.  And all of this started after that night.

If that's the case Andy knows he should stop. He should quit manipulating the situation in his favor. He hadn't touched you earlier and you still wanted to kiss him. It's just now there's a hunger in your eyes a need for him, "Andy?" "Yeah, Songbird?" he glances over to you while he pulls the car into the garage. He sees the confliction in your face. Your body pulling you towards Andy and your brain tries to say something.

"Do you...um, I'm not on anything," with a confused face he looks at you. "Do you...have protection?"

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The Avenger's Initiative, Chapter 6

Word Count:  2.6k

Warnings:  basement wife, abduction, mentions of broken bones, Dark marvel, threats of more abduction, mention of murder.

Steve’s POV

"What do you mean, you guys took them?" I yelled in the meeting room, "When I left last week, we agreed that we were going to take this slow. Regroup and focus. Get everything cleaned up. Spend some time with the girls. Then find targets that weren't our neighbors."

"Oh, that ain't even the best part," Sam said over the speaker, "Bucky, tell Steve what you did to one of the girls."

"What happened?" I asked, wondering if it was the same as the last situation, "did he kill one of them?"

I felt sick to my stomach as I remembered all of the spam messages that F.R.I.D.A.Y had sent to me from Mira calling for help this morning. I'd tried to contact the house all afternoon, but I was unable to get through to them. I was a nervous wreck, contemplating going to the lake house. It wasn't until Tony reminded me of the old landline for emergencies that I called the old landline number that I'd been able to get to them.

Basement location.

Bucky's AWOL.

I could imagine her freaking out in her basement trying to hold Bucky off of doing something.

Did his training come back?

Was he glitching out on us?

"Come on man," Sam encouraged. I could hear the sarcasm in his voice, "tell him what you did to Mira."

I felt panic rising in the pit of my stomach. Then I thought back to last week.

"Cute, little bunny," I whispered sleepily as I held onto her. She sighed happily and I felt her giggling as I pulled her back closer to my chest, "been so jumpy all night. Feel like I can't keep a hold on you.  You’re my cute little bunny that can’t keep still."

"It's the nightmares," she whispered. My smile faded and I found myself frowning. I pulled my little spoon closer to me and wrapped my arms around her even more, "I'm sorry Steve."

"Don't apologize," I sighed dreamily. She started wiggling around until she was face to face with me. I moved some of the hair from her face and had to resist the urge to kiss her, "don't ever apologize for nightmares. It's not your fault."

Her eyes drifted away from my own and they fell on my chest. She began to play with my dog tags, her fingers grazing over them and my bare chest, "I still feel bad."

"You don't have to feel that way," I said, taking her hand in my own. I laced our fingers and she smiled, eyes drifting to them. I unlaced our fingers and pulled her hand around me. It rested around my neck, "you can tell me if you want. About your nightmares.  I won’t judge you, I promise."

"They're about my ex," she sighed, "it's--the stuff I went through..."

"Don't worry," I replied softly, "I'll keep you safe, bunny."

She playfully hit my chest and I caught her arm. Her breathing became slower, but heavier as she stared into my eyes. I couldn't help but mirror her reactions and slow my own breathing down. I brought her hand to my face and kissed her knuckles. She smiled and rested her hand on my cheek.

"Promise?"

"Yeah," I chuckled. She smiled at me, and it took the rest of my self-control not to kiss her on the lips. She didn’t need that right now.  What she needed was someone to hold her, "now come here."

She giggled as I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. Her frame was so small but fit against mine perfectly, "Steve."

"Shhh," I laughed, putting a finger over her lips, "sleep now little bunny. I'll protect you."

"You're silly."

"Yeah!  Only for you though."

"What did you do to her?"

I felt myself unable to control the growl that was erupting from my throat.

"Tell him man," Sam yelled. When there was no response, I heard him grab the phone back, "fine. I'll tell him. Bucky here broke the girl's god damn jaw."

"What?"

"What's this I'm hearing about Bucky breaking someone's jaw?"

I looked at Bruce and then to Tony who had come into the meeting room.

"The girl. Cheerleader. The one that's interning for you this summer," I began, looking at Bruce, "bio-med engineering student."

"Yeah," Bruce smiled, only half aware of the conversation, "she was incredible at the interview. Can't wait for you guys to meet her. I think she'll really be able-"

"Bucky abducted her and her friends and broke her jaw," I growled. I looked up at the ceiling, then back down at the table, and pushed all the papers the guys had been working on, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME SAM!"

"Listen Bucky is the one that fucked her up."

"She tore off my arm."

I raised my brow, "say that again?"

"She didn't tear it off you big baby," Sam all but yelled, "she did the same thing that the Wakandans did when you didn't hand over Zemo quick enough."

"She knew the sequence?"

I looked at Bruce. He looked shocked as he asked the question, but a big smile erupted on his face.

"I guess so because when I walked in, Bucky's arm was being reattached and the girl is knocked out on the floor, with a broken jaw."

"Incredible."

"Excuse me?"

"Not the broken jaw," Bruce sighed, shaking his head, "Miss. Daniels. She hasn't shown any interest in the Wakandans' use of bio-medical technology...didn't even seem aware of how far beyond us they've progressed, but she was able to disarm Bucky's arm without proper engagement of it's mechanics."

"So what?" Tony asked.

"Tony, we still haven't been able to figure out the intricacies of Bucky's arm," Bruce said in an amused tone, "Sam. Is Miss. Daniels okay for now? Is she stable?"

"She's fine," he sighed, "She's been out most of the day. She's stayed in the watch room with me while Bucky watches the other girls."

"Bucky don't go anywhere near the girl," Tony commanded, "we need her alive. That means she's off the board for you, buddy. Matter of fact, she's off the board for all of you. You're not killing the most promising intern we're supposed to have."

"Well, we can't let her go," Sam replied quickly, "she already knows too much."

"Too rare to live and too rare to die," Bruce chuckled to himself, "I knew she was a curiosity."

"Kill the rest of the group," Tony ordered, "I'll send Thor and Loki down to pick a new group of girls and we'll start from there. Bucky is done. Cap-"

"Actually Tony...I have an idea for that," Sam said quickly, "send down Thor and Loki. I want to keep one of the girls in the group, and we can use the other as bait to get a new group over to us without any suspicion. Thor, Steve, and Loki will have their pick of four girls. I'll make sure that Mira doesn't have to deal with the guys harassing her as she heals."

"No," I replied, "We aren't taking their friends too. That's not right."

"Well, they are going to arrive in a few weeks. Might as well train the girls we do have enough so that they can lure the others over here. Then we'll have until March before anyone gets suspicious. If we don't then the girls will be posted as missing before the year is out."

"What about Barnes?"

"He's done," I said with finality, "I know we've let him go unchained for a while...and that partly falls on me...but this is too much. Bruce and Tony said it themselves...she's useful."

I could hear smashing on the other side before a door slammed.

"That Bucky?"

"Yeah," Sam replied after a second, "he said he was gonna go clear his head."

"That's probably for the best."

"You know I think he really liked the girl," Sam said after a pregnant pause, "When he found out that her ex beat the shit out of her, he looked like he was gonna cry. He looked at us the way he used to after he was deprogrammed from HYDRA."

"He should have thought of that before he broke her jaw." 

Bucky’s POV

"Don't worry," I growled, not daring to look her in the eye. I focused on the cameras in front of me on the desk, "Sam's already made me promise I wouldn't touch you."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the fearful disbelief in her eyes. She studied me from her place on the cot.

"I wouldn't hit you again anyways," I tried. I regretted the words as soon as I said them, knowing that was something that most abusers said to the people they hit, "shit...I'm sorry."

Buzzing Sam in, I turned to her. She looked from me, back down to the tray I put in front of her when I got up. Grabbing the ice pack, she held it to her jaw and looked at me with rage, "I know it still hurts...even if it has been two weeks. I-I didn't think when I did it...and I shouldn't have hit you...I was just so angry...I-."

But I stopped talking when I looked back to her eyes. Her angry eyes did nothing to reflect that I was trying to apologize. She just continued to stare a hole through me. Normally, when people stared, it didn't bother me. I was used to it. People hated me because of my history as the winter soldier. People stared because they saw my arm and looked at me like I was some sort of freak. But her...the way she stared at me. I wasn't just some monster. No, to her I was like one of her exes. She looked at me like I had betrayed her in some way and the angry glare she gave me was the only way she could express it.

"I know you're mad."

She narrowed her eyes, as if to say 'no shit, Sherlock.'

"EY! BUCKY!" I looked back to the screens where Sam was waving at the camera, "Buzz me and Brittany out. I'm gonna take her for some exercise."

I obliged his request and watched as he and his girl began heading towards the exercise room. After a second, they stopped and he pushed her into the storage room. I didn't need a camera to tell me what was going on.

But she was up quicker than I could have processed. I didn't realize that she was beside me until I heard the ice pack hit the floor. I closed my eyes, and I could smell the notes of birch, roses, and vanilla that was her own natural scent. In a second, she was hovering over me, tapping on the screen to where her friend just disappeared. When I didn't do anything, she looked at me, eyes full of questions. She began furiously tapping on the screen.

Suddenly I wasn't her enemy.  She was worried about her friend.

"There's no cameras in there," I replied slowly. She looked at me with wide eyes and then her vision began roaming between my own eyes and the screen again, "I don't know what to tell you. There are no cameras in there. They're probably having sex."

The tapping on the screen stopped.

She stood up straight and her breathing slowed. Taking a few steps back, she sat on the cot and picked up the ice pack again, beginning to hold it to her jaw. I could see the look in her eyes as she tried to refuse to meet mine.

She was disassociating.  I knew it well.

"She likes him you know," I sighed, "regardless of how any of this goes down, you know your friend has feelings for Sam."

She looked up at me and the glare returned.

"I know you don't like me right now doll...and that's okay," I sighed once more, turning back to the cameras. Taking a quick glance, I saw that Danielle was following orders and had taken her pills and was beginning to eat her breakfast, "you should take the vitamins we give you..."

When I looked back at her the contents of the tray hadn't moved. She sat herself against the wall, looking at the edge of the cot where the tray was and then back to me.

"Come on," I asked quietly. I got up from my spot on the chair and moved over to the edge of the cot. While she didn't move away, she watched me like a hawk. I picked up the vitamins and moved the tray beside me. Then I started moving towards her, "Please. Just eat breakfast and take your vitamins. Sam said that you take your vitamins when he's with you."

Putting down the ice pack, she gave a heavy sigh, and took the paper cup from my hands. Digging through the vitamins she pulled out one and showed it to me. It was the basic multi-vitamin. She cringed as she opened her mouth enough to let me see her put the pill in and she swallowed it.

I sighed to myself.

That was about as far as Sam had gotten her to go as well.

In the two weeks we'd learned that she was a lot more intelligent than we'd given her initial credit for. She could identify the vitamins and refused to take the hormone pills and prenatals that we tried to provide. She'd even managed to hack into Tony's computers at the compound to use them to delete all of her medical records so we couldn't see what kind of contraceptives she was on or if she had any medical issues previously. She erased herself from the world so much so that we couldn't even find any documentation on her. It took days of scrubbing the systems for Tony to re-find her birth certificate and driver's license. Even without speaking she'd found a way to hack into the computers and press the release button on more than one occasion, but her friends wouldn't leave. They couldn't. We'd gone the old-fashioned way and tied them up in the holding area. It wasn't like how we kept girls once they were in their own rooms.

Part of me appreciated that little bit of her.

She was beautiful and intelligent. 

And resourceful.

And while she couldn't hold her own when it came to besting me physically, she somehow knew the trick to disabling my arm. Which made the scales in our silent arguments tip a little bit more towards her.

Involuntarily I felt my left arm twitch, just thinking about her. I let out a groan as the mechanical twitch sent of electrical impulses in the rest of my body. It felt like I was being stung tens of times on my left side.

Her glare softened and she looked at me again. I heard her stomach rumble and I chuckled to myself, "you can't starve yourself you know."

Her glare returned.

As I went to put the tray closer to her my arm twitched, tipping the tray over. Reaching forward to pick up the few packaged items she reached to my hand, grabbing it. I quickly pulled it away, "What are you doing?"

She sighed and scooted forward, closer to my left arm and tapped it. Immediately remembering our last interaction with my arm, I shuffled away from her and moved off of the bed, "Don't touch my arm."

She smirked and a little laugh released itself from her throat before she cringed and reached back up to her jaw. Closing her eyes, I watched as her fingers nimbly touched along her jaw. They settled on a spot right where the upper and lower jaws met, and she pushed against it. I heard a small crack and she whimpered. When she opened her eyes, the tears were back.

"Shit," I grunted, reaching for the ice pack. She allowed me to put it up against her face, "you popped your jaw when you laughed at me didn't you?"

She nodded, reaching up to take hold of the ice pack. I held my breath as her fingers brushed mine. She watched me let go and I turned away from her, heading back over to the desk.   

Chapter 7

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[soulonoscopys]

how dare they blur sam's reaction to seeing his mother properly for the first time. not as a regretful ghost, not as a hallucination, but as she actually was in reality with a smile on her face

#the tallest bean looking like the most love deprived little child #ahhh i needed more him and mary scenes #just sam being soft around his mother #s.w stuff #05x16 dark side of the moon #soulonoscopy rewatch #came to rewatch for the everybody leaves dean scene cus abandonment issues studies but like sammy sigh

[late-to-the-party-81]

All for one, and one for all

AN: Day Eleven is here and it's time to visit the world of Conclave. I recommend you familiarise yourself with at least the first installment of that series before reading this one.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

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Beta’d by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Grouping: Steve x Bucky x Reader x Sam

CW: Triple Penetration, aftercare, explicit sexual content, Dub-con

Word Count: 1.6k

For all the time the men had had sex with you over the past few months, even when all three of them came to your room, at least one was a watcher at any given point. But you should have known this was coming, this ‘lulling you into a false sense of security’, especially after Sam had claimed your ass. Because that had led to Bucky doing the same a few nights later, and then Steve some nights after that. 

God, just the thought of that still made you moan. 

You had to keep reminding yourself that you weren’t here of your free will, that the three former hero’s had kidnapped you off the street to become the fourth corner of their little polycule. But with each passing day, with each mind-blowing orgasm, it was getting harder and harder to remain defiant and closed off. This was the safest and most comfortable you’d been in the past two years. Well-fed, clean, and dare you say it, cared for.

Was it really that big of a thing to trade your freedom for those things? Especially when freedom could easily lead to death?

The door to your room opened and the three of them walked in, naked and hard. Steve was in the lead as usual, followed by Sam, his signature smirk on his face, and then the normal stoic Bucky. 

You closed the book you’d been half-heartedly reading, and rose from the bed, your robe (this one a pale blue) swishing around your body. Steve reached you in a few strides, cupping your face with one large hand.

“Hey, bunny.” You found the endearment sweet, almost loving now, not cruel and condescending like you had at first. You welcomed his kiss, opening your mouth at the first touch of his tongue. You registered the fact that he had loosened the tie in your robe, but you’d been expecting it anyway. 

The silky fabric was carefully stripped from your body by other hands, hands that started to caress your body, tweaking your nipples and skimming your stomach. Steve drew back from the kiss, and your chin was gently grasped and turned, captured in another kiss. Sam.

Lips trailed down your back (Bucky) and your front (Steve), hitting every erogenous zone you had, including ones you didn’t know about, even after all this time. Your arms wound around Sam’s neck for stability as he hooked your leg up over his arm, opening you up for the other two. You almost fell when you felt the twin onslaught of one mouth on your pussy and one on your asshole.

“Oh fuck!”

Sam sniggered into your neck as he continued to pepper kisses to your throat and shoulder, his free arm encircling your back and reaching around to play with your nipple. You keened when the two super-soldiers added a finger each alongside their tongues, testing you. Stretching you. Filling you.

You came. 

Shaking between them all like a butterfly pinned to a board, your arousal strong and rolling down your thighs where it escaped Steve’s mouth. As your legs continued to tremble Sam scooped you up.

“There we go, baby. A nice little warm-up for you. You’re gonna need it.”

Steve lay down on the bed, and as Sam gently deposited you down as well, you automatically straddled the blond. With his hands on your hips, you rose up, then sank down onto his massive length. He guided your movements, slow and steady, not enough to get you there, but enough to keep you on edge and needy, especially after that first orgasm. 

He smiled at you, knowingly, and you were confused for a moment until you felt the coldness of lube against your ass.

“Люблю эту задницу, зайчик. Собираюсь наполнить тебя так полно”

Bucky mumbled gruffly in your ear as you picked out the words ‘ass’, ‘bunny’ and ‘full’.

Oh shit!

You gasped as Bucky bent you over to be almost flush against Steve, and pressed his, now lubed, finger all the way into your tight channel.

After a few deep thrusts you felt the stretch of his second finger being added, and you groaned low in your throat.

“You're making a lotta noise, bunny. I bet Sam can help you with that.” Steve chuckled as he spoke, and you opened your eyes, that you hadn’t realised you’d even shut, to find Sam’s impressive cock bobbing in front of your face. 

Instinctively you opened your mouth and let him push in. You gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat, causing your body to tense around Steve’s cock and Bucky’s fingers. The former hissed in pleasure, as the latter let out an amused snort.

“Будет так хорошо, когда ты сожмешь наши член”

Steve was holding fairly still, but cupping your face, as Sam pushed back and forth through your lips, making you rock in time. You spluttered again as Sam thrust forwards at the same time that Bucky added a third finger to your stretched hole, and you willed your body to relax.

“Doing well, Bunny. Almost there. You’re gonna love it.” Steve’s praise always got to you, made you want to try harder to please him. 

When Bucky slowly removed his fingers, you rolled your eyes up, flitting between Steve and Sam’s faces. 

Sam added his hand to your face, fingers twining with Steve’s on your cheek. You were so taken by the tender moment that you were distracted from what was about to happen, until you felt Bucky come up close behind you and start to push in.

“Блять, вот так!”

Your eyes went wide and for a moment you panicked, but then Bucky had a hand down your front, where you and Steve were joined, and started to rub at your clit.

"Впусти меня, зайчик"

“She will Buck, give her a moment.” Steve chastised Bucky for his impatience, before turning his attention back to you. “Let her breathe, Sam.”  Sam pulled out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting the pair of you as you gulped in air. He groped at your breasts, massaging them and tweaking at your nipples. All the extra stimulation made you gasp and roll your hips, which had the effect of letting Bucky all the way in.

The feeling was intense and you felt so incredibly full. The only noise you could let out was a whine, but that was cut short by Sam, easing back into your mouth. He and Steve still caressed your face, with Steve’s other hand on one of your hips. Bucky’s hand was on the other hip, and he still stroked over your clit. You were surrounded, covered, engulfed by the three men who were all at once your lovers and your jailors. Your salvation and your ruin.

The hands on your hips started moving you, forwards onto Steve and back onto Bucky, which also meant that your mouth moved up and down Sam’s cock as well. They touched you and caressed you, suprisingling caring and gentle.

“Я чувствую тебя, Стиви!”

“Feel you too, Buck.”

“God her mouth is heaven, as always. Come on, sweetheart, cum for us, yeah.”  Sam moaned and threw his head back. You tried to put more thought into how you were sucking him, but at this point you were just a living cocksleeve for the three of them, unable to do anything except experience what they were doing to you.

You burbled around the cock in your mouth as you came, eyes rolling back and shaking. Bucky followed you, thrusting raggedly into your ass and muttering in Russian as he filled you. Steve was next, the stimulation from Bucky so close to him pushing him over the edge. This left Sam, who was now given the opportunity to properly fuck your face.

“Fuck, baby. You look so good like this.Take it all. Take it fucking all.” 

You coughed as he came down your throat, trying to swallow rapidly, but his cum still spilled past your lips and down your chin. Steve wiped it away with his thumb, before sucking it into his mouth, eyes locked with Sam’s as he did so, before pulling him down for a rough kiss. You slumped forwards onto Steve’s chest and Bucky pressed kisses to your spine before heading to the bathroom. Steve slid you off of him and onto the mattress, his hands rubbing you, up and down your exhausted body. 

“Bunny, open your eyes, Sam’s got some food for you.”  You blinked, a bit confused, because surely Sam hadn’t had time to leave the room and come back, but he was there, nonetheless, kneeling on the floor by the side of the bed, holding a cube of cheese to your lips.

“There’s our girl. It’s perfect now. All four of us together, yeah.”

You nodded, absent-mindedly as you chewed through a few of the semi-firm, salty cubes. 

Sam then lifted you, and carried you through to the bathroom and the enormous tub. Bucky was already sitting in it, and he accepted you into his arms, the warm water lapping up over your skin. Steve and Sam joined you, and you drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the three men who had brought you into their lives, and seemed to care for you in some way. Would they ever love you as much as they seemed to love each other? 

You tried not to wonder too much about why you cared.

Люблю эту задницу, зайчик. Собираюсь наполнить тебя так полно  - Love that ass, bunny. Gonna fill you so full

Будет так хорошо, когда ты сожмешь наши член - It’s gonna feel so good when you squeeze our dicks

Блять, вот так!- Fuck, that’s it!

Впусти меня, зайчик - Let me in, bunny*

Я чувствую тебя, Стиви! - Can feel you, Stevie! 

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